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Lead on the String
The immortal muqingxian in Juntian Pavilion is made of immortal bones. The name of the piano is Wangyou. One piece of music can determine the sound energy of the six realms. He vowed to be ruthless, but at the bank of Wangchuan River, he stopped for the wild flute that disrupted the rhythm of heaven and earth - Su Yinshang, an abandoned girl in the world, was born with the ability to hear the sounds of all things, and the three tones of Qing Shang, Duo Yu and vulgar rhyme were intertwined in her
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Taki Shiro: Global Ethical Practice of Human-Machine Symbiosis
When AI face-changing fraud breaks through the bottom line of trust, when the inheritance of the metaverse triggers transnational competition, and when global computing power faces distribution decisions in disasters - the AI Ethics Alliance with "Taki Shiro" as the core is standing in the eye of the storm of human-machine symbiosis. Jiang Ye fought for the sovereignty of digital heritage in the international court, and Li Nezha's code became the last line of defense to intercept technologi
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The Return Sound of the Piano and Flute: the Sound of the Wind in the Six Realms
The sound of the piano in Kunlun Snow Lodge sets the rules of the six realms, and the rhyme of the flute in the Yunjian of Yaochi blends the spirit of all things. Mu Qingshang and Ling Suxian used the concentric flute as an agreement, weaving a dark line of balance with aura, but when later generations forgot that "rules need to have temperature, freedom needs boundaries", they gradually disappeared in the cracks of resonance. Xinghe, a girl from Wenyin Town, picked up half a broken flute, and
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Guiluoxuanshuang
She is the "fragrant soul" who is being hunted in Luogui Village. Her natural cinnamon scent attracts covetous people, and a half-piece of dragon-patterned pendant is her only salvation. He is the masked spirit sealer in Cangwu Mountain, the scent of cold pine resin hides the past, and guarding the ancient seal is the shackles of fate. When Wang Chuandu met her for the first time, she ran into the shock in his eyes, and he held her bloody wrist. From then on, cinnamon was wrapped in rosin, and
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The Year When the Mango Flowers Faded
Uncle Liu has never been disconnected from the word "hardship" in his life. He has a lot of children, his daughters are married to each other, and his stupid son kneels and dies behind the door at the age of forty, living like a weed in the field. The mango flowers are blooming again. I want to hide now, but I'm afraid I won't be able to hide.
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Banyan Roots Twine Around the Moon
In Wuyin Town on the border of Yunnan, countless secrets are hidden in the aerial roots of thousand-year-old green banyan trees. The 12-year-old Aying always felt that the sticky sap in the tree hole was mixed not only with the smell of herbs, but also the smell of old blood - just like the legend told by the old man in the town that "the town was washed with blood on the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month". The folk songs that floated from Suolong Cave on full moon nights always penetrated int
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Rong Jiao Yao
A thousand-year-old ancient village in the mountains of Yunnan has a heart-wrenching rule - the night the patriarch dreams of a red sedan chair and a white-haired girl, disaster is bound to come. The white-haired dolls died en masse and were said to be "the seeds of the girl in the sedan"; the "petals" scattered by the red sedan turned the whole village into holes with pus; the bones of the missing caravans floated in the red waves of the Qingshui River; the hundreds of clothes hanging on the b
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Silver Bracelets Entangled in the River
The backwaters of the Lancang River are always entangled with the roots of the old banyan tree, like a knot that cannot be untied for three hundred years. Sinan picked up a silver bracelet with human bones on the beach. The thimble on the bracelet, the engraving on the bell tongue, and the scar on the young man's heart suddenly brought the grudges between the Zhou family and the Shi family to the surface. The silver-scaled snake hides the shadow of the missing person, the night lilies bloomed b
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The Years in the Folds
This is a true past event salvaged from the dusty years, but it has been reconstructed and polished by art. The characters in the book have nothing to do with reality. Grandma Hua in the village started a troubled life in turbulent times. When she was a child, she fled famine with her family and struggled to survive in the cold and hunger. As fate would have it, she was abducted twice and trapped in a strange place. After she got married, domestic violence followed her for a long time, and she f
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Mountains Reddened by Pine Oil
Hidden deep in the mountains of Yunnan is a mountain soaked in pine oil. The red pine is redder than ham, and the pine oil dripping down can light up half the night sky; the hot spring at the foot of the mountain can boil eggs and swallow living people. People who have soaked in it say that there are dragon shadows in the water, but those who have not soaked in it only dare to listen to the pine waves from a distance - in the sound of the waves, it seems that countless people are humming the sam
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A Wandering Letter Sent by String
"Xian Sends Wandering Letters" contains forty paragraphs of past events soaked in mountain wind and fireworks. It uses Qing Xian's childhood memories as a thread to connect the ordinary days in the mountains of Yunnan: Dad's corn wine is steaming on the stove, grandma's maltose is wrapped in the fragrance of pine needles, grandma's milk is sprinkled on the corn seeds in the rain, hiding her devotion to the years; In the tile-roofed house, a family holds a bucket to collect water, and the splashi
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Wandering Letters in the Book of Mountains
In the folds of the misty mountains, every sound of the cowbell is an unsent wandering letter, hiding the password of childhood that has been dusted by time. There are no bright classrooms, only wild grass growing in the fields to witness growth; there are no exquisite toys, and the footprints of grazing cattle are full of desire for the future. When the burden of life bends the young back, what makes a heart always grow stubbornly towards the sunshine? "A Wandering Letter on a Mountain Stream"
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