Tales of the Mortal World

To be honest, the writing rhythm and conception of this book are better than Lan Ke, but the results are not as good as many. I think part of the reason is that the protagonist has a lot of twists and turns, which is contrary to the positioning of the protagonist and the conception of the text. It does not have the kind of drama and freedom. For example, Zhuo Qing's treatment. You want to drag Zhuo Qing out of the brothel. You say she is suffering, but there is no explanation of where the suffering is. Zhuo Qing wants to escape the sea of suffering, but she does not fight for it. It is the protagonist who rushes to attract people. The whole process is to promote the plot but the characters are not full at all. The protagonist only changes with the addition of a female swordsman. The whole process is fine if it is martial arts, but the immortal way is really not interesting, including the handling of the monks later. In terms of details, it has a full sense of martial arts, but it is said to be an immortal way, but it is far from bad. The protagonist initially takes fairy paintings, talks about fate, accepts stone students, and talks about cause and effect. When he first joins the Taoism, he talks about freedom and ease. He is full of fairy spirit, but the handling of many subsequent events is a bit inconsistent. If you talk about cause and effect, it is best for the River God to deal with the little fish man in the follow-up. If you talk about fate, Lao Zhong and Shi Sheng are the ones. He has protected Shi Sheng from the beginning. You accept him as a disciple. It is blunt. As for free and easy, I think the word "playing the world of mortals" is the most suitable. What is the world of mortals? It is the fireworks of the world. There are joys and sorrows in it. There is good and evil. When you practice immortality, good and evil are right and wrong. It is a very subjective thing. It is more about observation and guidance instead of too much interference. Interference is what causes cause and effect. There is a lot of content in the book. Some are good and some are inappropriate. There are a few extra sentences. They are basically from Roland Ke. To be honest, Roland Ke's writing and plot are really not as good as this one. And this book is more suitable for martial arts than immortality.

It's snowing again. In a distant Taoist temple, a figure sat in front of an alchemy furnace, holding a yellowing book in his hand. "It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong, there must be something missing. If you add more of these medicines, it will be fine." The figure is a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old. Although it has reached the winter solstice, he is wearing a thin and washed-white Taoist robe. His sleeves are covered with yellow mud, and his hands are all covered with frostbite. The herbs he went to pick before dawn were spread out beside him. There were many herbs in them, and he added them to them nervously, muttering to himself. "God bless, Taoist bless, Bodhisattva bless, it must be useful." There is a small stove in the house, and an old Taoist is lying next to him. His breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and he is facing the young man. He opened his mouth slightly, "Xiao Xuanzi, stop practicing. I, a poor Taoist, am about to become immortal." "No, it won't happen. Master, you will be fine. When I complete this furnace, I will definitely be able to save you." The young man held the old Taoist's hand and lowered his head as he sobbed. The old Taoist pulled his hand back and took a deep breath, "Xuan Zhang, I put something in the statue. After I die, you smashed the statue, yes or no~" The old Taoist didn't spit out a breath, his hands hung down, and there was no life left. Zhang Xuan couldn't help but stepped back, was knocked down by the small stove and fell to the ground. He panicked and prepared to smash the statue. Then he passed by the alchemy furnace and kicked it over. "What's the use of refining you? What's the use of refining for so many years!" He smashed the statue to the ground. Inside was a booklet and a few taels of silver. He went out, regardless of the ice and snow on the ground, sat on the ground, and read by the moonlight. My name is Zhang Fugui, but my parents felt that this name was unbearable, so they changed it to Zhang Dashun. I am the eldest in the family, and I have a younger brother and a younger sister. Our family lived a very happy life. One year during the winter solstice, bandits from the mountains came down to beat the autumn wind. My parents hid my younger siblings and me in a wooden barrel. There were many cries from behind, and there was a warm feeling in my stomach, and I passed out. When I woke up, I met a Taoist priest. He saved me, but my relatives and people in the village were all dead. My eyes were dull and I sat there for a long time. He left me a sum of money and the Taoist robe he was wearing, and he sat on the ground and became immortal. I buried them all, right next to the big tree in the village. I swore that one day I would come back to see him, but unfortunately I forgot where he was. The bandits at the back were arrested by the government. Seeing them being interrogated and executed, I felt relieved to leave the place where I grew up. With the money and books left by the old Taoist, I learned a lot of so-called Taoist methods, but I am not very good at it. They are all medicine anyway, no matter how much I practice, it will be okay. I traveled all over the country like this. One day I met a child named Zhang Dabao. I wanted to have a fate with me. He was adopted. His adoptive parents told me that in the year of famine, only one of him and his daughter would survive, and begged me to adopt him. Later, I made an agreement with his family - when Dabao returns from school, I will marry his daughter. I also named him - Henry Zhang. Sorry, Xiao Xuanzi, when you see this, I should have lied to you for many years. In fact, I don't know Taoism at all, and I don't dare to let you go down the mountain, because you can't survive in this troubled world. This is the money I earned before going up the mountain. If you want to go down the mountain and take a look, these should be enough. Remember to bury it at the door after I leave. I'm afraid I forget where my home is again. Under the moonlight, Zhang Xuan buried Taoist Zhang at the door and set up a monument - the tomb of my master, Taoist Zhang. He went down the mountain. He only remembered that his home was in the east, and he kept walking that way. The snow had solidified into ice, and he kept walking. When he was thirsty, he would pick up a handful of snow, and when he was hungry, he would nibble on the hard steamed buns in his hand. Along the way, the wounds on his feet were cracked and stuttered, cracked and scarred, and the Taoist robe on his body was also a pile of yellow mud and scratched marks. After walking for a long time, it seemed that he had reached his hometown, but his home could no longer be found. It was an abandoned house with four tombs inside. It would be best if his name was still written on the monument. He knelt in front of several monuments for a long time, and then bowed deeply toward the back. The master has been praying for his whole life, my parents and little sister also hope that I will be well. He felt something in his heart, and went to the river to wash his face. The New Year's Day sun slowly rose, and he took a deep breath - I, Henry Zhang, should preach to the world, but if I can't save this building, it will collapse. After speaking, Henry Zhang walked towards the east. The essence is full but not lustful, the qi is full but not chaotic, the spirit is full but not sleepy, the heart stores spirit, the liver stores soul, the spleen stores mind, the lungs store soul, the kidneys store essence, the mind is empty of thoughts, these words are spoken unconsciously in the mouth, and with the sound of thunder in the sky on New Year's Day, Zhang Xuan disappears into the sky and earth. People in the world are stupid and this world is extremely filthy. I should be the first to fight for all things and turn filth into the world. This is his last thought. After the thunder, a light drizzle fell. Since then, many practitioners have cultivated themselves with kindness, treated others with courtesy, and cultivated moral conduct. And in the world, people also behave with courtesy and virtue. Predict what will happen next, and listen to the explanation below. "Sir, sir, where did you hear this story?" Hui Mian climbed on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and asked curiously. Yi Shuyuan just smiled slightly, "Sir, I have a lot of things in my stomach." He picked up a folding fan and patted Hui Mian on the head. "That was a world without practitioners. This Taoist became an official at first and then turned to Taoism." "Sir, didn't you say that there were no practitioners in that world?" Hui Mian was very confused. "Yes, in a world without practitioners, he has saved many, many people with his Taoism. Those people probably know the truth, but how can a Taoist priest who saves the world and save people harm them?" Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but sigh. Hui Mian held his head and looked at Yi Shuyuan, "But, isn't he lying?" As the story in the book says, "He set a precedent for that turbid world. This is a great good. Those who cultivate Taoism and self-cultivation later on will respect him - a heavenly master." "Sir, how do you compare with him as a Taoist Immortal?" "Not as good as that, not as good as that." Yi Shuyuan shook the folding fan in his hand "Let's hear the explanation next time."

After reading more than 400 chapters, I am still puzzled by the immortal fate of Zhuo Qing. Shi Sheng and He Xin went through the ups and downs of their lives, crossed the Huangquan River together, and had a predestined relationship with Yi, so they were able to practice immortality after reincarnation. Although Zhong Bin is a sorcerer, he is an upright man and has been determined to seek immortality throughout his life. He has also been killing demons and saving demons, so Yi accepted him as his disciple. What about Zhuo Qing... What did she do? The Grand Master of Dayan is a man of heaven and he used the whole country's efforts to seek immortality. In the end, he still couldn't get it. Although there are others who are not on the right path, it is easy to look down on him. Zhuo Qing's so-called immortality is too simple. It's just like sitting in a brothel, and the tyrant comes to heaven, and he does nothing. He just redeems his life for free, arranges his life for free, and even arranges for immortality for free... Comparing the difficulties of other people's pursuit of immortality, I feel that those people are clowns. You can't get the immortality after going through all the hardships, but they can just sit in a brothel and fall asleep. You want to say that her life experience is miserable, and the women in the brothel are as miserable as each other. You want to say that she helped catch the monster, but I guess in the end she didn't even know that she was catching a cat monster. Every time I see her on the stage, I label her by default. The lucky person who won the lottery. Being able to become an immortal is all due to luck.

When I saw the plot about the prostitute, I felt that the author's plot could no longer be stitched together. If the author wants to show the prostitute's resistance, he is forced to reveal his personal tragic experience, but at the same time he is also expanding the loopholes in his castle in the air. That is, the living conditions of other prostitutes during the same period are ignored or deliberately obscured. Such behavior always demonstrates the protagonist's empathy for specific groups of people, or deliberately creates a plot of a single character's self-reliance and self-reliance, making readers feel like they are watching a canary enter a larger cage of so-called self-reliance and self-reliance. The person watching Canary is both the protagonist and the reader. The sense of sight of the string puppet is too strong. At the same time, the protagonist flaunts himself as a free fairy, and imagines that he is in a detached, neutral, and objective position of a fairy. It is full of Xiao Bu's detachment, but he must show the plot of standing with the general public. In my opinion, the contradictions and divisions between the two parties can no longer be sustained. Not changing the old framework, I have already thought about his excuse? It's already very good now, but changes will kill many people. But those who are qualified to decide whether to change or not can only decide those who have been pushed past the bottom line of survival. This reality cannot be revealed and must be sewn up immediately with other ideologies. For example, the feelings of family and country and the unity of the people. But the cracks have always been there. This makes the whole plot look like a so-called carefree immortal who must have the world in mind, looking after a decaying house, adding bricks and tiles to the broken areas from time to time, but turning a blind eye to the people under the house. I have always wanted to stand in an objective, neutral and detached position, and what I do is infinitely right-wing. I have to put countless cover on myself, so-called considering the majority of people. Very interesting phenomenon. If such a plot can still be popular, it proves that Xiao Bu's fantasy detachment landscape is still stable and even developing, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. Fortunately, the fire was still burning to cook the oil, but the bad thing was that the oil was already smoking. I have never been free and easy, and I began to hate such sticky content more and more. Beneath the peaceful surface of the years, there is an endless amount of blood and tears.

The author has never been changed, not from Lanke to now, so I will delete posts if I see rumors such as author change. If the circumstances are serious, those who refuse to comply will be banned from speaking.

I have read almost 200 chapters, and I want to share my opinions. I hope the author can read it. I actually don't like the writing style of resting on one's laurels, but I can't help but like Lan Ke, so I can't help but want to read it. The progress of Ji Yuan's cultivation levels is relatively vague, and it's more of a feeling of achieving perfection in one day. The main plot line of Lan Ke doesn't seem to be obvious, and it's more like a patchwork of unit stories. It's natural and comfortable to write whatever comes to mind. Even if the main line of the practice setting is a little blurred, it doesn't affect the perception at all. Moreover, Ji Yuan's supernatural powers are very interesting. He has the Qiankun in his sleeves, the Three Flavors of True Fire, the Thunder Technique, and the strongest Ivy Sword Technique. Compared with other novels, the fighting skills are complicated and confusing. , Lanke is undoubtedly a breath of fresh air. Ji Yuan's character design is also very tenable, and he has always maintained the mystery of an immortal master. As he improves his spiritual skills, he becomes more natural and remains unchanged as before. The Hongchen book has a more serious sense of separation before and after entering Taoism, and the main plot setting of cultivation is also relatively clear, without the randomness of Lan Ke, and the character design of Yi Shuyuan is also more deliberate, and some parts seem very stiff, such as he likes to tease disciples (fighting against the wolf demon and becoming Mi Li and saying that he will die in battle). There are other things. Personally, I think there is no need to create more female Mi Li and others out of thin air. His female setting, maybe the author wanted to add some fun. The author set the changes in Yi Shuyuan Tiangang to be real changes. Mi Li is a complete woman, that is, the scene where Yi Shuyuan can be male or female and the protagonist changes into Mi Li and lets Zhuo Qing hold her. In fact, it is a bit embarrassing. Later, Mi Li changed his gender and killed the wolf demon with his sword intention. I was a little confused. Do you have to change your gender to exert your strongest combat power? I'm wondering why this has a vaguely feminine style of writing? The author's thoughts are a bit unpredictable. It keeps changing. I feel that if I continue writing like this, I'm afraid there's a risk of collapse later. I think it's better to just have a female protagonist, a Taoist companion. This kind of transgender writing is not easy to accept. Also, I remember that the mountain and river elixir furnace painting was made by Ji Yuan's method of transformation, which cleverly eliminated Min Xuanxiu. Lan Keli did not explain much about this painting, and it is not worth mentioning compared to Ji Yuan's magical power. However, it is too high-end in the world of mortals, and the main plot seems to be inseparable from it, which invisibly reduces the protagonist of the book. In fact, I hope not to have too much involvement with Lan Ke. In fact, the first two hundred chapters were fine. When it came to the power fence fighting wolf demon style, the style of painting changed a bit, and I couldn't read it anymore. I hope someone can tell me about it in the future.

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[Out of the circle] There are scattered figures in the teahouse on the roadside Two or three shouts came from the street Waving fans in front of people and shaking the wood on the table Dear judges, listen carefully to what is said The wind and rain of the country, the mountains and rivers of the years The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, how many worldly legends are beautiful Let's see how eloquent he is. There is dust on his clothes But he turns out to be a storyteller

It doesn't feel as good as Lan Ke Qiyuan, it's too bland and has no ups and downs. That Zhuo Qing is inexplicably connected to the immortal just because she is a woman? It's really like most male videos. The men are either younger brothers or stepping stones. Women understand everything. It's better to just be like Lan Ke Qi Yuan and not write emotional scenes!

Refined the dragon-riding ermine, yay!