Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Rising from a Supporting Role

Why do you keep writing about life's insights and then practicing martial arts in a world of swords and low-level martial arts? It's all pure technique, pure internal energy. Where are you going to find enlightenment?

The writing style seems alright, but it lacks originality in Jin Yong's novels. The Yang Kang Nine Yang Divine Skill for Pushing Women—this plot device is the same for every author? Only that minor work, *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, and *Under One Person*, managed to create something new and became popular. Can't authors choose something more innovative like *The Four Great Constables*?

Pili Puppet Show, the Cold Light Demon Technique, can be considered a form of martial arts cultivation. The Tai Xuan Scripture is utterly insignificant compared to this martial art. The ultimate demonic art, according to legend, was created by Grand Tutor Wen of the Shang Dynasty when he was still alive. Although it is a demonic art, it is indeed powerful.

If you can't capture that essence, then stick to writing a straightforward, methodical martial arts story. Simple language can produce a good novel. Those immature, straightforward novels, like those about cultivation chat groups, have so many readers enjoying them. Why do you have to show off, trying to impress with your writing skills, only to end up with a terrible mess that's both irritating and embarrassing to read? It's giving me a headache...

I can't even follow the original plot. The protagonist's character is a complete mess of left and right brain hemispheres. One minute he's saying he's just an ordinary person, not some complete loser, so why are people targeting him like that? One minute he's saying he feels a strong sense of crisis, and the next he's lying around complaining and blaming everyone at the Shilon Dojo.

Since I didn't watch the rest, I only mentioned watching half of the "Drizzle" chapter. First, there's the writing structure. It's like a short piece of writing, just a few words or a dozen words long, but the emotions it evokes don't have the same style as Gu Long's writing. Then there's the overall atmosphere.

I read a film review of "The Master." It said that kung fu films used to be of two types: one where the fighting was fake but entertaining, and another where the fighting wasn't entertaining but realistic. After "The Master" came out, a third type emerged: one that was neither entertaining nor realistic. This book also said that this third type was written in a simplistic style and lacked any real excitement.

The biggest problem is its pretentious, artsy attitude; you can tell after reading just a few chapters.

It seems I really can't take a few more chapters; this author is simply mentally unstable!

There's too much pointless complaining; it looks uneventful, with nothing to criticize or anything to highlight.