The Legend of Linghu Chong

The lonely smoke in the desert, the setting sun on the long river, and the rivers and lakes have been a dream for thirty years. You use your pen as a sword to split the chaos of heaven and earth, and create mighty mountains and rivers on a square inch of paper. The passion for sword discussions in Huashan Mountain has not yet cooled down, the beacon smoke is still burning at the top of Xiangyang City, the sun and moon shine together on the black wood cliff, and the blood and tears outside Yanmen Pass are not yet dry. You have written all the joys and sorrows of the world, and you have expressed the true meaning of chivalry - You are Guo Jing's "a great chivalrous person, serving the country and the people", You are Xiao Feng's " It is Linghu Chong's arrogance and unruliness that he is "smiling proudly at the wine shop", it is Zhang Wuji's gentleness and generosity that "has a clear conscience". The rivers and lakes are not imaginary, and the grudges are not illusory. You let the temple and the wilderness, Buddhism and Taoism, loyalty and love and hatred collide in your writing. Let the word "" jump out of the routine of moves and turn into the righteousness of the world and the compassion of the world. Those nights of gratification, those daring wines, Those tears of "hate to see each other too late", those oaths of "life and death together", all become the chivalrous heart flowing in the blood of the Chinese people. Now that I am holding my sword, I can't see my husband. But I can see the peach blossoms falling and the blue sea rising. But I can hear the dragon's roar of the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon" and the "Dugu Nine Swords" breaking through the sky. But I feel that the children in the world are still laughing, still crying, still loving, and still hating. The teacher has passed away, but the world is not far away. What you left behind is not a few incomplete books, but a nation's eternal imagination of chivalry - In that imagination, there is the passion of youth, the responsibility of middle age, the magnanimity of old age, the yearning for freedom, the persistence of justice, and the compassion for the weak. I would like to take this cup to pay tribute to Mr. Jianghu in his writings: We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes. But chivalry will last forever, and mountains and rivers will be remembered forever. Come on! Friends, let us continue to make progress in the world of martial arts book friends, be proud of the world, and live up to our youth.