From The Secret of the Liancheng Sword to a Wulin Legend

After reading a dozen or so chapters, this writing style is very similar to the female-oriented novels next door. They even explain to bystanders why someone deserved to die after killing them, and they even argue with the person they killed about why he deserved to die.

To put it nicely, it's meticulousness. To put it bluntly, it's tedious, filler content. If you don't want to be associated with Shui Sheng, just ignore him; why write a bunch of reasons and justifications? And deliberately show off your lack of knowledge. There are many similar examples. Unnecessary reasons don't need to be written. Just do it. Half a chapter is spent giving various reasons.

A modern person, what kind of morality is that? Just kill him and be done with it. If you're still not indignant, just erect a monument to commemorate it. Why all this fuss?

I hate protagonists and authors who put themselves in moral shackles! Just fucking kill them all!

The writing feels increasingly awkward; the beginning was quite good, but the later parts just didn't read well.

Was I wrong to urge the protagonist in my last post to quickly learn a top-tier weapon martial art for protection? Look at how the protagonists in books fight with people now? All he does is throw punches! Occasionally he flicks pebbles or throws things. The problem is, the protagonist hasn't practiced any finger-flicking techniques; he's unprofessional!

The characterization is very detailed, almost too detailed, making it seem overly complicated. One or two worlds are one thing, but the first world is all about killing, the second world is a bit indecisive, and the third world is still obsessed with women. It's like moral values ​​are dictated by physical appearance.

The beginning was excellent, reflecting the views and behavior of a modern person. But everything changed with *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. It became all about flirtatious banter, teasing, and ambiguous relationships, making it increasingly dull. The part with Cheng Ying was especially disheartening. What a shame! It had the potential to be a great book.

Ding Dian? When I was a teenager, I thought he was a pitiful good guy. In my 30s, I thought he deserved his fate. In my 40s, I thought he deserved to be torn to pieces. Now I think, what's it to me?

Think of Qiao Feng! He didn't practice some world-renowned, miraculous internal energy technique; his Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms rendered all heroes helpless! He relied on turning the ordinary into the extraordinary; even a set of Taizu Long Fist could hold his own against Shaolin monks! He grew stronger with each challenge! That's true martial arts! And the protagonist of this book?