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5 逆 Riding the Tide of a Pure-Hearted Era 逆流纯真年代 Worldly Arsenal人间武库Urban2.2M WordsCompleted Time is a ship. Some people like to think of those few years in the early 1990s as the final voyage of a once-innocent era. Jiang Che, long since changed by the passing years, returns against the current and starts over in 1992, writing a brilliant youth that can finally be laid to rest properly. [Welcome to the second VIP group for Reversing the Current of Innocent Days: 497283806 (You must provide a screenshot showing you’ve purchased the whole book to join. This time, I’ll try to talk more.)] 41Votes2.9MRecs1.6MFans

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Time is a ship sailing on a ship, and some people like to regard the early 1990s as the last leg of that innocent era. Jiang Che, who is no longer innocent with the passing years, returns against the current, restarting 1992, and writing a brilliant chapter of youth that can finally be properly settled. Welcome to the VIP Group 2 for the Innocent Years Against the Current: 497283806 (You need to subscribe to the full subscription and provide a screenshot to join. I'll try to talk more this time.)

6 速 A Quick-Fix Savior 速效救星 Mu Huan Ren沐还刃Urban1.3M WordsCompleted A doctor cannot heal himself, though he can certainly try. What could the great physicians Huang, Qi, Bian, and Tuo do about that even today? This is a heartwarming little story about a patient who heals the whole world. 0Votes104.6kRecs27.2kFans

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A doctor cannot heal himself; he must truly heal himself. How can the legendary physicians Huang Qi and Bian Tuo still be considered effective today? This is a heartwarming little story about a patient who healed the entire world.

7 醉 Drunk and Enchanted by the Dream of the Red Chamber 醉迷红楼 Cool Breeze Outside屋外风吹凉Historical5.2M WordsCompleted One drunken night in the Red Chamber, even a concubine-born son can become a dragon. A dream of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, a soaring empire in the making. Reader group: 379, 303, 076 0Votes652.6kRecs331kFans

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One drunken night in the Red Chamber, and even a concubine's son can become a dragon. Twelve dreams of Nanjing, rising to power in the midst of a grand empire. Reader group: 379, 303, 076

8 搬 Moving Mountains 搬山 The Trouble Caused by Beans豆子惹的祸Xianxia2.3M WordsCompleted Liang Xin was born into a family of convicts and thought he would never amount to anything in this life. Unexpectedly, when he was eight, a ghost servant who had once served his ancestor came to pledge his loyalty to him... To cultivate heaven's way and comprehend the Dao, one must sever mortal attachments. In a cultivator's eyes, only the Heavenly Dao matters; external things cannot move them, and worldly honors and disgrace mean nothing. The Daoist heart is not the human heart. Liang Xin, howe 0Votes202.6kRecs156kFans

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Liang Xin was born into a family of criminals and thought he would never have a chance to rise in the world. Unexpectedly, when he was eight years old, the ghost servant who had served the Liang family ancestor came to pledge his loyalty to him... To cultivate the Dao and attain enlightenment, one must sever all worldly emotions. Cultivators have only the Dao in their eyes, are unmoved by external things, and are indifferent to worldly honor and disgrace. The mind of the Tao is not the mind of the human heart. Liang Xin was an exception; he had cultivation, but no Dao heart. He beams with joy when he sees his loved ones enjoying happiness; he feels indignant when he sees his friends angry; and when a beautiful woman passes by, he can't help but take a deep sniff of the fragrant breeze that drifts by... Because of this mortal heart, Liang Xin is a human being, and the world is his happy home. If he had to choose between 'immortal' and 'human', he would decide without hesitation: Move the mountain!

9 大 The Wisdom of the Great Song 大宋的智慧 Jie Yu 2孑与2Historical3.3M WordsCompleted Yun Zheng opened a door and could never turn back. That's how life is: once the bow is drawn, there's no taking back the arrow. By the time you want to turn around, a hundred years have passed. This is a novel about the way of being a teacher. It speaks of the wisdom needed to survive, the warmth of human kindness, and the bonds between brothers. It celebrates humility, gentleness, and goodness. Here you'll find the most beautiful love and the deepest brotherly bonds... Perhaps I simply want to 11Votes1.3MRecs860.6kFans

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Once Yunzheng opened a door, there was no turning back. That's life. Once the arrow is released, there's no going back. If you want to turn back, a hundred years have already passed. This is a novel about the way of being a teacher, about the wisdom of survival, about human warmth, about brotherhood, and about gentleness, humility, and kindness. It contains the most beautiful love and the deepest brotherhood... Perhaps, I really want to slowly unfold "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" to give you a different view of the Song Dynasty and a different perspective on human life...

10 篡 Usurping the Qing 篡清 Angel Oscar天使奥斯卡Historical1.7M WordsCompleted This is a pretty satisfying alternate-history novel... Well, it should be, anyway. 0Votes836.7kRecs938.3kFans

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This is a pretty enjoyable alternate history novel... Yeah, I think so.

13 冬 Nameless in Winter 冬之无名 Boundary边界Urban113k WordsOngoing My name is Dong Yu, and I am an orphan. A wandering Daoist found me in the snowy woods at the foot of Mount Lao. I was wrapped in a thin little quilt and not yet four months old. It was the depths of winter, and I had clearly been abandoned there for some time. Somehow, I hadn't frozen to death, and my faint whimpering caught the attention of the Daoist as he passed by. My whole body had turned blue, and I had only the faintest breath left. The Daoist thought he had done all he could, but my las 0Votes24.7kRecs4.8kFans

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My name is Dongyu, and I am an orphan. A wandering Taoist priest found me, less than four months old, wrapped in a thin blanket in the snow at the foot of Laoshan Mountain. It was the coldest time of winter, and I had clearly been abandoned there for some time. Surprisingly, I hadn't frozen to death and was still whimpering softly, attracting the passing Taoist priest. At that time, my whole body was blue, and I was barely breathing. The Taoist priest wanted to do something for me, but my last breath wouldn't stop, and he couldn't just bury me alive, so he carried me in his arms and continued his travels. Along the way, the Taoist priest tried many times to give me away or to an orphanage. Although I was a boy, those who wanted a son refused to take me in because of my sickly appearance. In the orphanage, as soon as I left the Taoist priest's arms, I cried desperately. My weak body could make the whole place resound with a chorus of cries from all the infants in the orphanage. After several times, the Taoist priest also became reluctant to part with me and continued his travels with me.