Witch Wind

My eyes lit up at the beginning, and I thought it was a masterpiece. Later on, all kinds of modern things from the White Lotus Sect, the foreign master, came out, and it was difficult to hold on. . . In the fantasy fantasy genre, even in the age of the end of the law, the appearance of such modern words and guns creates a particularly strong sense of fragmentation. . Then let's talk about the protagonist. Isn't the immortal's qualifications so low? It doesn't feel as good as the traditional fantasy genre. . .

Seeing this data, I understand that Zhutou writes one chapter a day, and I would not have the motivation. Although my ability is limited, I give my monthly ticket to Zhutou every month with a clear conscience. To say it sincerely, this book, in the current situation, no matter if I don't write it, it's uncomfortable to hang around like this.

After eating a bowl of fresh tofu from the street, Xing Tianli was in a good mood. He lit thin bamboo sticks, crossed the stone road, and stood at the door of a familiar teahouse. The shopkeeper inside had a keen eye and saw Xing Tianli at a glance, and immediately walked over with a smile. "Mr. Xiao Li, please come inside!" When the waiters in the teahouse saw Xing Tianli and the shopkeeper coming in, they hurriedly bowed their waists and greeted overjoyed: "Xiao Mr. Li is here! It's still the old style, isn't it? The 20-year-old silver needles, pine nut cakes, poria cakes, and the nine-steamed and dried mangosteen." As soon as they entered the teahouse, the noisy teahouse suddenly became quiet. The tea guests stood up one after another and bowed to say hello to Xing Tianli. "Mr. Xiao Li, are you bringing us some new music today?" The waiter carefully wiped the dust off Xing Tianli's usual seat and carefully poured tea. Xing Tianli first smiled and returned the gifts to the tea guests, and then landed on the tea table and chairs prepared by the waiter in advance. "Everyone, today, we will not talk about the war in the country, nor the heroes..." After saying this, Xing Tianli deliberately left in suspense. He first took out the ancient erhu from his piano bag, plucked it lightly on the strings, and then briefly played a short section. Sometimes the sound of the piano is like the endless flow of mountains and rivers, and sometimes it is like the melodious flow of falling flowers. It is sad and lamentable! The expressions of the guests in the tea house also changed from proud to sad according to the sound of the piano. The tea guests all opened their eyes wide, stretched their necks, and looked in the direction of Xing Tianli. They were scratching their heads like a kitten, and they were even more impatient to know the story Xing Tianli wanted to tell next. "Bang!" " "Let's talk about this..." "Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and there is no one to see it; Since Pangu broke through the Hongmeng, it opened up the distinction between the clear and the turbid; It has enabled all living beings to look up to benevolence and found that all things can be good; "If you want to know the origin of creation, you must read "Journey to the West" "Everyone! Today I will tell you a story about Buddhism and demons. This story is about my dream about Buddhism with a golden Buddha yesterday. Seeing that I am smart, I told you this story, and finally compiled it into a "Journey to the West" for you. "If this "Journey to the West" can be widely known, it can be regarded as a legacy for the boy and add a touch of ghosts and gods to the world!" "Everyone, please listen!" Xing Tianli rolled his eyes and was about to start talking. The old shopkeeper of the teahouse has picked up his writing brush and written "Journey to the West" in three large characters on the back of the paper on a new white book. "This story begins with a spiritual stone bred by heaven and earth... In other words, in that Dongsheng Shenzhou..." Xing Tianli narrated the story of "Journey to the West". When it was said that Sun Wukong became a disciple and left Patriarch Bodhi, everyone had a look of sadness on their faces. When it comes to the part about the riot in the Heavenly Palace, everyone's face is red and full of passion. Some even have excessive emotions, clenching their fists and shouting - "What a great sage!" The story ends abruptly at the moment when the great sage is pressed under the Five Finger Mountain. There were sighs in the teahouse, and the tea guests sighed. They were extremely heartbroken by what happened to the Great Sage, and they all begged Xing Tianli to stop talking.

Xing Tianli knocked on the thin bamboo pole and walked slowly on the street. Suddenly, I bumped into two little kids. One was waving a wooden sword, and the other was looking down at a book. "Haha, Erdan, what kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?" The boy holding the book asked the one holding the book. "I don't know, Tiezhu, what about you?" "I don't know!" The two boys looked up and saw Xing Tianli coming towards them, and they both showed their white teeth and smiled and said hello: "Hello, Mr. Xiao Li!" "Hello!" Xing Tianli nodded. "Mr. Xiao Li! We want to ask you, what kind of people should we become in the future?" The child holding a wooden sword opened his mouth and asked first. What about me, what about me? " "Establish a heart for the world, establish a destiny for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the past saints, and create peace for all generations!" After that, Xing Tianli knocked on the thin bamboo and walked towards today's destination. The two little kids were stunned on the spot, seeming to be thinking and realizing something. Suddenly, the kid holding the sword asked the kid holding the book unconvincingly: "Why, he told me, just two words... With you, hum! That's all!" Entering the teahouse, Xing Tianli found his usual seat, and his favorite refreshments were already prepared on the table. Then, he untied his piano bag and took out an erhu. The erhu was antique and looked old. He played the erhu in waves, and his voice was so clear that it echoed in the teahouse. The tea guests fell silent and waited quietly for Xing Tianli's next performance. They came to the teahouse to drink tea, and their two favorite activities were Xing Tianli playing the erhu and telling stories! In an instant. The sound of the erhu is sometimes like the endless flow of water from the Yangtze River. Sometimes it's like drizzle, sounding melodious. The tea guests and the shopkeeper listened in rapt attention, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces. "This music should only exist in heaven, how many times can we hear it in the world!" After the performance was finished, the shopkeeper clapped his hands and praised loudly. The other tea guests also gave thumbs up and praised Xing Tianli with a smile. Xing Tianli nodded, and then picked up the gavel on the table. "Crack!" The gavel slapped on the table, and the sound was clear and shocking. Everyone's mental energy was once again concentrated on Xing Tianli. . The white-haired fisherman on the river is used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. Many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed at. Fear, the love between children in "Red Mansions" is full of love! Today, I plan to bring you a heart-stirring story full of loyalty! " "This is called "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"! R> "Everyone, please listen carefully! As the saying goes, the world will be reunited if it is divided for a long time..." The tea guests present held their breath and stretched their necks to listen carefully to Xing Tianli's story. The old shopkeeper picked up his writing brush and wrote "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in beautiful small characters on the white paper! Xing Tianli told the story so vividly, as if everyone's Three Kingdoms characters came alive, walking towards everyone. When everyone heard that the Taoyuan Three were sworn brothers, they looked envious and yearning. When I heard that Guan Gong traveled thousands of miles to attend the meeting alone and with a single sword, my blood boiled. …… As dusk approached, Xing Tianli happened to mention Wolong coming out of the mountain, and the story came to an abrupt end. Everyone sighed... Xing Tianli cupped his hands and said: "That's it for today, kid, come back tomorrow!"

Xing Tianli knocked on the thin bamboo pole and walked slowly on the street. Suddenly, I bumped into two little kids. One was waving a wooden sword, and the other was looking down at a book. "Haha, Erdan, what kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?" The boy holding the book asked the one holding the book. "I don't know, Tiezhu, what about you?" "I don't know!" The two boys looked up and saw Xing Tianli coming towards them, and they both showed their white teeth and smiled and said hello: "Hello, Mr. Xiao Li!" "Hello!" Xing Tianli nodded. "Mr. Xiao Li! We want to ask you, what kind of people should we become in the future?" The child holding a wooden sword opened his mouth and asked first. What about me, what about me? " "Establish a heart for the world, establish a destiny for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the past saints, and create peace for all generations!" After that, Xing Tianli knocked on the thin bamboo and walked towards today's destination. The two little kids were stunned on the spot, seeming to be thinking and realizing something. Suddenly, the kid holding the sword asked the kid holding the book unconvincingly: "Why, he told me, just two words... With you, hum! That's all!" Entering the teahouse, Xing Tianli found his usual seat, and his favorite refreshments were already prepared on the table. Then, he untied his piano bag and took out an erhu. The erhu was antique and looked old. He played the erhu in waves, and his voice was so clear that it echoed in the teahouse. The tea guests fell silent and waited quietly for Xing Tianli's next performance. They came to the teahouse to drink tea, and their two favorite activities were Xing Tianli playing the erhu and telling stories! In an instant. The sound of the erhu is sometimes like the endless flow of water from the Yangtze River. Sometimes it's like drizzle, sounding melodious. The tea guests and the shopkeeper listened in rapt attention, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces. "This music should only exist in heaven, how many times can we hear it in the world!" After the performance was finished, the shopkeeper clapped his hands and praised loudly. The other tea guests also gave thumbs up and praised Xing Tianli with a smile. Xing Tianli nodded, and then picked up the gavel on the table. "Crack!" The gavel slapped on the table, and the sound was clear and shocking. Everyone's mental energy was once again concentrated on Xing Tianli. . The white-haired fisherman on the river is used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. Many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed at. Fear, the love between children in "Red Mansions" is full of love! Today, I plan to bring you a heart-stirring story full of loyalty! " "This is called "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"! R> "Everyone, please listen carefully! As the saying goes, the world will be reunited if it is divided for a long time..." The tea guests present held their breath and stretched their necks to listen carefully to Xing Tianli's story. The old shopkeeper picked up his writing brush and wrote "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in beautiful small characters on the white paper! Xing Tianli told the story so vividly, as if everyone's Three Kingdoms characters came alive, walking towards everyone. When everyone heard that the Taoyuan Three were sworn brothers, they looked envious and yearning. When I heard that Guan Gong traveled thousands of miles to attend the meeting alone and with a single sword, my blood boiled. …… As dusk approached, Xing Tianli happened to mention Wolong coming out of the mountain, and the story came to an abrupt end. Everyone sighed...

"If he is so ambitious, he dares to laugh at Huang Chao for not having a husband!" "Pfft!" After listening, the young man read the last line of the poem and closed the book. A smile appeared on Xing Tianli's lips, and a story full of heroes came to his mind. He stood up from the rocking chair, grabbed his piano bag, and struck the thin bamboo pole. "Da da da!" He walked out of the bookstore. He is going to the next destination. On the road, from time to time, many little girls about twelve or thirteen years old walked past him laughing. Not far away, Xing Tianli heard them whispering something... Handsome, as handsome as Pan An, and a jade tree facing the wind. Xing Tianli smiled, wondering who they were talking about. I guess it's just that peerless young talent. When he came to the teahouse, he put down his piano bag in his usual place and prepared to sit down. As soon as he sat down, all the tea drinkers gathered around him. They all had different facial makeup, but they all had the same light in their eyes. That is the desire for Xing Tianli, eager for Xing Tianli to bring them a new and exciting story today. They bowed their hands respectfully to Xing Tianli and said hello to Xing Tianli with a smile. "Everyone is well, well!" A line of white smoke floated up, and the strong fragrance of tea surrounded Xing Tianli. Xing Tianli took a cup of tea and took a sip. It was sweet and refreshing. "Good tea!" Immediately, Xing Tianli opened the piano bag on his back, took out an erhu from it, and gently rubbed it. "Dang Cang——" The tea guests crowded around each other and sat down around Xing Tianli. Their eyes never left Xing Tianli's body They were always looking forward to Xing Tianli's next move. Xing Tianli was not in a good mood today, so the sound of the piano sounded slowly along with his emotions. The sound of the piano was extremely desolate, making the tea guests crowded together feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. After a melancholy erhu song was played, Xing Tianli gently put down his erhu and raised the gavel. The tea guests were extremely excited. Xing Tianli slapped the stunned tree on the table: "After all the music, we will eventually disperse. Where can we find a close friend at the end of the world!" "Everyone! Yesterday, I already talked about "Three Kingdoms". The rolling water of the Yangtze River flows eastward. The waves wash away the heroes. . Success or failure is in vain! " " Today, I am also depressed, and I should bring you something new... I happened to meet an old Taoist priest in green robes in my dream yesterday, and he sat on the floor with me and told me about the strange things he encountered during his travels in the world! What I remember most is what he said about the government forcing the people to rebel! "Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest in green took off his robe to reveal his nine dragon tattoos!" God's grassroots heroic deeds were not buried, and the boy compiled them into a book "Water Margin"! " "Everyone, listen carefully! Let me tell you..." The old shopkeeper on the side has already written two thick characters "Water Margin" in a blank book! Just after saying that Jiuwenlong was causing trouble in Shijiacun, everyone was already sighing. They sighed: "The world depends on whether it is warm or cold, and people's reputations are high and low!" After dusk.

， "Ouch!" In front of Xing Tianli, a handyman in coarse cloth accidentally fell to the ground. It can be seen how slippery the streets are after the rain. Even so, Xing Tianli lit the thin bamboo pole on the ground with the same frequency, and his walking speed still did not slow down. It was as if the slippery ground had nothing to do with him. Continue walking along the stone road and stop at a small stall in front. A piece of oilcloth, a small car, and a few tables form a medium-sized breakfast stall. Xing Tianli used his nose to smell the fragrant steamed dumplings in the air. He tapped a spot with the thin bamboo pole, and then sat down peacefully. "Hey! Mr. Xiao Li, you are free to visit my stall today!" Seeing Xing Tianli sit down, the owner of the breakfast stall beamed. I forgot to knead the dough in my hands. He raised his index finger and continued: "Don't forget, some bean juice and some fried ghost!" The owner of the wonton stall stopped what he was doing, found a clean cloth, and wiped the flour off his hands. When you open the steamer, a stream of steam rises like a fairy's silk scarf. The fragrance is even more overwhelming. A moment later. "One cage of small steamed buns, one bowl of bean juice, here comes the fried devil! Mr. Li, please use it slowly!" The stall owner smiled and brought the food to Xing Tianli's table. This xiaolongbao is as white as flawless, like freshly polished milk jade. If you take a gentle breath of its rising fragrance, you can smell the shrimps wrapped in this xiaolongbao. Xing Tianli moved his index fingers, picked up a small steamed bun and put it into his mouth. The whole row of teeth was immediately wrapped in the soft outer skin, and the delicious juice inside slowly flowed out. Fresh! After a while, Xing Tianli felt his belly and felt about seven to eight times full. He put down six large coins on the table and said, "Boss, check out!" After saying that, he stood up and continued to tap the road with his small bamboo stick, walking towards today's destination teahouse. As soon as he arrived at the teahouse, Xing Tianli heard the voices of the tea guests inside talking loudly. It's so lively! Walking to the door of the teahouse, a well-dressed waiter immediately greeted him. They had been waiting here for a long time, waiting for Xing Tianli. They saluted Xing Tianli respectfully: "Mr. Xiao Li, you are here! Your usual refreshments have been prepared for you, please come in!" Xing Tianli nodded and stepped into the teahouse. Just as Xing Tianli entered the teahouse, the originally noisy teahouse suddenly seemed to have pressed the pause button and became quiet. Everyone's eyes were focused on Xing Tianli. Xing Tianli was led by the waiter to a seat specially prepared for him. As soon as we sat down, the shopkeeper and tea drinkers immediately gathered around in order to grab a good seat. "Mr. Xiao Li, what book are you going to talk about today?" A sad and melodious song "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" echoed in the teahouse. Finished the song. People's hearts are filled with sadness. "Bang!" Xing Tianli slapped the gavel and said sadly: "The paper is full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears. It is said that the author is crazy, who can understand the meaning?" "Everyone, Today, I will tell you a story called "A Dream of Red Mansions" that eliminates the bitterness of the world! "{"TopicId":"1037142527898025984","TopicName":""}

I still like blood red, but this new book is really uncomfortable to read. The first few chapters are very well written, and I was attracted to it unconsciously. The combination of Chinese and Western, the Yang Shen in the past life, and the Tongtian Cult Master are so compelling that people can't help but look forward to the next big killing of the main family. Then, nothing more. The next episode abruptly knocked back my upcoming intracranial orgasm. When the protagonist is practicing, he will always be so powerful that he is invincible. After he succeeds, he can destroy the world and destroy the world. I am also looking forward to this feeling. But, it didn't. The description of the protagonist's realm and strength are completely disconnected. He couldn't beat a random little Karami from a small town. Instead, he described all kinds of dissatisfaction, unwillingness, and feeling that he could handle everything. It is equivalent to Blood Red raising our expectations for the protagonist very high, about to take off, and then we suddenly find ourselves stepping on a piece of shit. The various descriptions are very good. It is definitely a good book. The only problem is that the protagonist is described in such a way that he is invincible. Poor little Karami of Novice Village can't beat him. I feel tired after seeing the rest of the book and have no interest in it anymore.

I am full of expectations for Blood Red's new book. I cast my monthly vote before I even started reading the book. I started watching it when I have time in the past two days. Overall, really disappointed. At the beginning, the tone was very high. A fairy, a Jiuding, and a bronze sword. Fourteen years of fighting, and the result... I can't beat this, and I can't beat that. I don't know whether I didn't read the book carefully or the original text didn't explain the Jiuding and the Bronze Sword, as well as the chaotic cause and effect. Then there are some causes and effects in the article, "Feng Hou"? "The Taoist heart is unstable"? This doesn't feel like an article written by an old author. It's very craftsmanship and very stiff. "Whatever my parents said", I have to do, and I have to develop according to this rhythm. Otherwise... All in all, it's quite disappointing.

Alas, Xuehong's writing style has remained the same for decades, and most of the plots are similar. It's time for you to change a bit too! Another thing I want to complain about is that the entire combat power system is chaotic and erratic. For example, the protagonist has worked hard to upgrade to a certain level, and suddenly finds that he is surrounded by top masters, and then these masters are reduced to cannon fodder in a short period of time, vulnerable. The endless random upgrades seem to be a poor experience. The Way of the Dragon was eye-catching back then, and there were also good works in the follow-up. Unfortunately, the brainless power system is in an infinite loop, constantly in the water.

This protagonist is a spirit from the Heavenly Realm. He has gone through three disasters and five tribulations, practiced the Tongtian Sword Code, and was accompanied by the Nine-Tripod Bronze Sword. He has been practicing hard for fourteen years, and he just finished saying that I have become a Taoist. He has cultivated the magic weapon, but in the end, a random instructor came and let people run away easily? This is not a big shot, just a bunch of little guys. Why do you want to write it like this? Why are you so awesome? Just write that the protagonist comes from the end of the Dharma era and carries the book of cultivating immortals. 🥴

The following content is some of the settings of "Witch Wind", to clarify some confusion for some book fans who are a little confused after reading it. What type is "Witch Wind"? What's the story? "Witch Wind" is a type of fairy tale or oriental fantasy. The protagonist is a Taoist who attained enlightenment on earth in the Age of Ending Dharma, completed the transformation of life, and was promoted to an advanced life form "immortal". He was lucky enough to find the legendary "Heaven Gate" to the spiritual world, but he had an accident during his ascension and arrived in a world that was also in the end of the Dharma era, but with all kinds of strange things. In this world, he regains his strength step by step, takes revenge step by step to repay his kindness, and comes into contact with the truth of the world and the mystery of ancient mythology step by step. He will face many challenges and many choices. These decisions only affected himself at first, but gradually, they also affected the life and death of several worlds. The book will incorporate several different styles of civilizations and conduct some discussion on the survival competition of civilizations.

Use dreams as horses and live up to your time. I wish you a spring of literary thoughts and wonderful pens! Help get out of the circle and rush 🦆!

Three golden chapters! Only these three chapters can be read. After three chapters, when the protagonist encounters something, his reaction is either to be horrified or so frightened that he breaks out in a cold sweat. He is simply shocked! If your protagonist is an ordinary person, I can accept this setting, but your protagonist is a time traveler. Before time travel, he was a Yang Immortal. In the first three chapters, it was said that the protagonist is a Yang Immortal who met Xing Tian! Is your reaction to something like this so damn awesome? ? Is it disgusting?

Alas, I didn't see much. But the foreign concessions that looked good in the early stage suddenly appeared. Don't mix this into a setting like the Great Desolation, even if it can be packaged as an imaginary country instead of England. I personally feel very disconnected by putting this kind of element in it, and I don't like it either. Wouldn't it be nice to reproduce something like Wu Song?

To be honest, I am a little afraid of reading blood-red books now, especially the books after the second half of the Age of Light. They all started to practice digital training after the gods gained combat power in the early stage. Maybe it is more labor-saving and convenient to write this way, but it does make the work hollow and stiff. When the combat power collapses, I will not be able to read it. I can only appreciate the unconstrained imagination of that day. I still remember the osmanthus tree that I yearn for...

What supports you to continue writing? Answer me, did you lose money by stock trading?

The new chapter has been blocked and has been released now!

At present, it seems that it is still a period of layout. It seems to be an arrogance of the late Qing Dynasty. It is the period when our Chinese court is extremely weak and corrupted. The real immortal soul of pig's feet wears the magic of the end. It has just been freed from the shackles for more than ten years. It has low strength and clear mind, so it is painful and entangled. The judges still have to wait patiently. Now it seems that there are three forces (excluding pig feet): the suspected foreign Marist Church (similar to the Zerg race, which was once glorious in the Middle Ages), foreign forces (early colonists), industrial technology; local shamans, and the remnants of the prehistoric times (assisting the foreigners, the reason is yet to be explained). So, if the golden fingers of a pig's trotters develop slowly, they can only survive without a thigh to hold them.

Understand?

Based on the performance of this protagonist, I think that the time when the protagonist became an immortal should be between the beginning of Taoism and the Northern and Southern Dynasties. The protagonist gives people a sense of wild primitiveness and infinite vitality. It feels like it was during the period when Taoism cut down mountains and destroyed temples to sweep away the six-day old Qi. The Taoism of that period still had a lot of traces of alchemy and witchcraft, and it was also the time when the combat effectiveness was strongest. The only thing that is somewhat doubtful is that at that time, there was no concept of the Taoist ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasties, or the protagonist became an immortal after the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and came from a Taoism like the Lushan sect that was a mixture of witchcraft and Taoism. The traditional noble family gives people a sense of uprightness, majesty, dignity, indifference, indifference, weight and stability, without the vitality of the protagonist.

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August 1st, 11am, still the same time, "Witch Wind" is on the shelves! Please make your first order! Book lovers who are busy at work can turn on the automatic subscription function in advance! Thank you for your support! ! !

It's been a year, when will it be updated?

The blood is so red, why don't you update it more?

It's just over a month away from one year! ! ! !

Get well, my red blood🙂

Okay, now I don't even show my head.