I'm Really Not an Immortal

This concludes the fourth volume, leaving the fifth and final volume. We will eventually meet again in the rivers, lakes and temples!

In life, how many people can say the three words "I don't want to"?

I originally wanted to wait until I reached 200,000 words before writing this long review, but I still couldn't help myself. I have time today to write down my feelings. Compared to Qidian, the overall popularity and traffic of Zongheng is much less than Qidian. Comparing Zongheng's [Pindu] with the starting point [Sanjiang], the data gap is particularly large. So, I was thinking that if the book "I'm Not a Banished Immortal" was first published at Qidian, I personally think it would still achieve better results. But after all, the author is a newcomer. It is difficult to get ahead at the starting point, but it is relatively easier in Zongheng. Let's get back to the point, let's talk about my feelings about this novel. The overall structure of this book is to integrate the court at the foot of the mountain with the practice on the mountain. This kind of fusion is actually quite difficult, and if you don't do it well, it's "four different things." However, in Chapter 46 [Street Assassination], I saw what the King of Yue said to Sun Yuxiang, the golden elixir monk of the Xuantian Sect: "Since ancient times, all major sects have sent mortal visitors to protect the future emperor." "Unexpectedly, the old gods on the mountain are still thinking about the change of dynasties, and they really go to great lengths. If this is the case, if your Xuantian Sect chooses me, then the other major sects should choose other princes." From this sentence, Siwen outlined the boundary between the sect and the court on the mountain, and tried his best to control the strength of the monks on the mountain to the golden elixir realm. The purpose of this is to control the scope. A visitor from the red world? There is no specific explanation yet, but it just confirms the sentence: "Life is a practice, and the mortal world is the best place." When monks on the mountain reach a certain stage of practice, they must go down the mountain to practice. Experience is essentially cultivation. However, the experience has been transferred from the world of cultivation to the secular court. Just as Sun Yuxiang, a guest of the Xuantian Sect, said: "The sect on the mountain and the court below the mountain are all disturbed by interests. If the people on the mountain don't care about the people below the mountain, that's because their pursuits are not here. But when the interests of the people below the mountain lie, that's a different matter." This sentence explains the main context of what follows. The male protagonist Chu Yi has already started fighting with the Yue King Li Jingyou. This has paved the way for the subsequent fight for the position of "Crown Prince". There is a detail to prove this. In Chapter 45 [Wishful Thinking], Zhongyong Hou Chu Jianfeng's subordinates reported to him that Prime Minister Zhao Linfu recommended the assistant chief official [Quan Wanshan] to the King of Yue. Zhang Yuanji, the chief prime minister of the Southern Tang Dynasty, supported the eldest prince in accordance with ancient etiquette. In other words, Zhao Linfu supports the third prince. In other words, Chu Yi will inevitably confront Zhao Linfu after going to Kyoto. Whether this opposition was also the attitude of his father Zhao Jianfeng (Minister of the Ministry of War) is unknown. But it can at least be outlined that Chu Yi will inevitably face greater storms after going to Kyoto. Then, Chu Yi's current cultivation level is still at the God Refining Realm. This level of cultivation is definitely not enough to enter Kyoto. It is assumed here that before Chu Yi enters Kyoto, his cultivation must break through the golden elixir. Otherwise, what if we were to have an arm-wrestle with the mortals behind the princes in Kyoto? Moreover, Chu Yi's true identity comes from this world and is engaged in cross-border investment and mergers. This modern investment management experience is of great help to him in talent development and business operations. The purpose of opening an auction house is to obtain large sums of money, and to open an academy is to recruit talents. Only with money and people can we have the capital to compete with the "upper three sects and the lower three sects". So, from this perspective, this is not the story of one person, but the story of a team. This can be clearly seen from the recruitment process of Yanling Academy. This is also what I particularly appreciate. There is no point in destroying the world by one person. If one person leads a group of people to destroy the world, the story will be even more exciting. I'll stop writing here today and add a chicken drumstick to myself. I hope Siwen's writing will get better and better in the future. I also hope that the editors of Zongheng can really see such good works and not let the "pearl be covered in dust". Looking forward to it!

After reading it for so long, even though it is a new article, I feel that it is more relaxed and relaxed as I go on, with a good sense of rhythm, and there is no watery content, it is basically dry information. Keep up the good work.

Woohoo, no one came to read the sacred book I wrote. Why is that? . . ,,

The size of Jingcheng Lake is quite large, including a lake, a mountain and more than a dozen pavilions facing the lake. There is a hillside by the lake, which is about dozens of feet high, called the Bamboo Weng. There are winding paths leading to the top of the mountain. Lanterns are hung along the way. You can go up the mountain to watch it at night. There is a Taoist temple on the mountainside. The Taoist temple is called Hongfu Temple. Visitors can enter the temple to pray to God and pray for protection. There is a brown door on the red mud wall. There are two door gods tattooed on the door. There are peach symbols in front of the door: daily and long-lasting sacrifices, offering blessings to all living beings. On the lintel are the three characters of "Hongfu Temple". There is a stone tablet in the temple. The stone tablet has the four characters "Chisong Taoist Temple". The origin of this Taoist temple is written down on the back. The person who built this temple is Taoist Chisong. The statue of Taoist Chisong is enshrined in the temple. Although it was late at night at Haishi, there were still people coming and going in Hongfu Temple, mostly scholars and couples of men and women. Scholars were scholars, and the scholars were naturally begging to win the first battle in the spring of next year, while the men and women were mostly begging for a good marriage and blessings for them. There are old men or women selling incense in front of the Taoist temple. There are several kinds of incense in the bamboo baskets of the old men and women, including agarwood, sandalwood and other categories. Because of this Taoist temple, there are more of these old men and women. To make a living, the types of incense are different, and the prices are naturally different. Old men and women often hope that people who come to visit the temple to pray for God will buy higher-priced incense handles, so they often use the excuse of high price and sincerity to let visitors buy high-priced incense handles. There are two or three stalls inside and outside the Taoist temple. The stall is mostly a table with a flag erected on the side, with a Yin-Yang diagram or a Bagua diagram drawn on it, and the words written on it are fortune-telling, fortune-telling, etc. There are also fortune-telling tubes and some Taoist books on the table. At a glance, people will think that this is a person with profound Taoism, setting up a stall to tell fortunes and help people. This is the general situation of Hongfu Temple, and there is a cluster of houses outside the Taoist temple. The architectural style is similar to that of Hongfu Temple. They are the descendants of Taoist Chisong. Behind this cluster of houses, there is a group of towers, about ten feet high, with dozens of towers. People who come here don't know what the purpose of these towers is. Maybe it is just a tourist attraction. Some people also asked the Taoist boy guarding the tower. The Taoist boy touched his head and couldn't explain clearly, because his teacher didn't tell him. Some people are queuing up to buy incense and enter the Taoist temple to burn incense and beg. There are also people who temporarily join the queue, most of which are asking relatives and friends to line up for them. Someone else was telling fortunes, while the others were watching to see if the old man's fortune-telling was accurate. Walking further up the mountain, there is a sightseeing pavilion. From the pavilion, you can overlook Jingcheng Lake and its surroundings. You can see a few small boats lying quietly on Jingcheng Lake, lit by red lanterns, crowded with people, and noisy with various voices. There are also lanterns hanging in the pavilion, and there is bright light. At this time, there are people playing chess in the pavilion. There are black and white chess pieces on the nineteen vertical and horizontal lanes. The whole pavilion is full of people. They play chess without saying a word, and they look at the chessboard and try to figure out how to play the chess. Some people nodded, some shook their heads, some frowned, and everyone's thoughts were involved in the nineteen vertical and horizontal lines. In the chess game, the two chess pieces, black and white, had almost filled the grid, which also indicated that the chess game had come to the end, and the black and white sides gradually revealed who would win, so some people shook their heads, and some smiled happily. "Do you have any tricks to turn the situation around?" The young man in blue clothes asked. There was also a young man across from him, but compared to the young man in blue clothes, he looked much shabbier. His clothes looked simple, but his person looked unique and different. His face was ordinary and somewhat dark, but his eyes lit up his face, and those eyes were very focused. It's interesting to say that the reason for the two people playing chess is a bit strange. Originally, the nineteen vertical and horizontal lines were an endgame set by an old man. The old man invited people to solve the game for ten copper coins at a time. Later, there was a dark-faced scholar, followed by an equally simple boy. The boy encouraged him to play chess. Seeing the boy like this, everyone looked at the scholar again and thought he was very ordinary, so they just thought he was eager to try. The boy probably thought it was easy to win chess, so they pulled the scholar and asked him to play a game. The helpless scholar had no choice but to sit down, look at the nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, and then twist the chess pieces. However, his gestures when holding the chess pieces were very clumsy, and he was not a chess player at all. Everyone couldn't help but smile. The boy on the side waited for the sneers around him. The scholar just smiled, and then sat upright, staring at the chessboard, playing hand in hand with the old man. At the beginning, everyone thought that the scholar would definitely follow in the footsteps of those who lost chess, and that the ten copper coins would be wasted. But gradually, they all stopped their contempt. Many people who had played chess with the old man before were pursuing the old man. The head's decline was quickly killed in the cradle and completely defeated, but this scholar was different. He did not press forward step by step, but played redundant chess, as if to pave the way for a big opening and closing game in the end game. Everyone seemed to think it was redundant. Everyone was disdainful, but the old man who was his opponent was a little surprised. The old man who had been playing chess for a long time knew that he had met his opponent. The battle gradually unfolded, and more and more chess pieces fell. The old man's decline gradually increased, and in the layout, the scholar often fell behind. The child stopped the old man from gaining momentum, and the old man also changed his momentum. The two began to attack each other. At this time, even if there were flaws in the layout, it was useless. The game was like two armies facing each other. When the two armies were charging, there was no one to control the layout. They could only fight against the offensive layout. Soon the old man's momentum began to lose more and more, and he gradually reached a dead end, probably because he was addicted to the chess game. Watching the chess game without saying anything, a true gentleman is no longer a gentleman, so someone started to make suggestions for the old man. When the boy on the side saw that he was bullying the young man, he started to curse, but the scholar seemed to feel that the old man was no longer capable of playing against him, so he stopped the boy's move. At this time, the scholar was sitting upright, looking at the chess game with piercing eyes, and the posture of twisting the chess pieces in his hands became familiar, as if this game of chess was his battlefield, and now he refused to refuse anyone who came, even if he was surrounded by everyone, he Convinced that he could defeat the enemy, the scholar remained silent. Another chess player dropped his piece and twisted the piece for a long time. Nervous chess players in the chess game usually have sweaty hands on their hands, but his hands did not. The move was firm and steady. Although the hand seemed rough, it was stable. It seems that there are thousands of troops in front of him, and his eyes are forward, as if he is not afraid of the collapse of the mountains in front of him. His eyes seem to be staring at a very far place, but also seem to be staring at a very near and very near place. The thin Confucian shirt is shaking slightly in the breeze and under the light of the lantern, but the whole person is very stable. He is watching the chess game as if he is calculating the chess and deducing where the old man will make his next move. "Xiaqisan Road" "Xiajiuwu Road" "I should have guessed correctly." … The people watching the chess game could no longer care about watching the chess game. When the old man played, many people began to give instructions, hoping that the old man would adopt his own suggestions. It seemed that by using his own tricks, he could turn defeat into victory. This situation was like two armies fighting on the battlefield. Everyone was an outsider overlooking the overall situation. They wished that their souls could inhabit the situation and control the situation personally. After listening to the suggestions of several people around him, the old man made a clever move. The decline in the chess game seemed to be slowing down a bit. The scholar thought for a moment, and then the chess piece in his hand fell onto a seemingly useless grid. But this move made the old man's fingers shake slightly, and then he stretched out his wrinkled sleeves with his hands. "Young man, I have never encountered such a style of chess in my whole life of playing chess. Although you have just played chess, you have already merged your Zen and Taoism into one furnace. You have clever calculations, strike first and then attack, and you are the second to strike. You are worse than an old man!" Everyone who played the final game brought their own tea, and so did the old man, so he thought that his chess skills were exhausted, so he drank a cup of tea first. "Sir, I am a junior. Although I have just started playing chess, I have grown up watching people play chess, so I only know a little bit about it." The scholar said, the winner of this game is the winner, and the loser is not completely defeated, so the game is not over yet. Everyone around was eager to try the chess game, but they were also afraid that their chess skills were not enough, so they insisted on playing the old man's chess to death. Especially the few people who had played against the old man before, they did not dare to say anything in the whole game, and everyone did not know when they had taken a special look at this poor scholar. The boy on the side did not dare to disturb him, for fear of affecting the scholar's chess luck, so the ten copper coins slipped away from his hand. "Old sir, how about you let me finish this game with this brother?" He was a fair-skinned young man in blue. Standing next to him was an old man. Judging from the situation, he should be a young man from a certain family. The old man was naturally a follower. When the old man looked at the young man, he felt that he was full of spiritual energy and behaved well, so he knew that he was probably a chess fanatic, so the old man gave up his seat. The scholar just made a gesture of invitation, gesturing for the young man to take a seat. They sat opposite each other, one rich and the other poor. The poor scholar looked a little shabby, but his eyes radiated heat, and the power of the whole person was emitted from these eyes, and then burst out. The young man in blue took his seat, and the nineteen vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard were divided equally between the two people. The noble man twisted the chess pieces in his hands and made a move. The poor scholar also made a move, and then the noble son made a move. This aristocratic young man's chess skills are also quite good. His moves are irregular, but he quickly restores the situation. However, everyone also knows that this poor scholar's chess skills are not weak. Every time the scholar's chess skills change, he will retreat like this several times during the game with the old man, such as Today, the opponent has been changed. The scholar seems to want to understand his opponent, so he does not take advantage of every step, but makes plans for himself. And the noble young master is also very powerful. He took advantage of a few steps in the gap to prevent the disadvantage from tilting. After a few more steps, it became a tie. The people watching the chess game also breathed a sigh of relief, and then everyone frowned, nodded and shook their heads. They felt that the scholar's chess power had retreated a bit. He was so powerful before, why was he lagging behind every step now? And with more moves, there were fewer spaces in the nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, which meant that it was difficult to regain the situation. "The ancient and modern Confucian generals are nothing more than this. They send dragons to control the water, use Qi to penetrate the yin and yang, order troops on the battlefield, and strategize. The poor scholar has learned the method of Zen, and the noble son is proficient in magic and calculation. They are like two extremes. One has skills in attacking, and the other uses the power to use the power and control. He has learned the essence of chess." The old man drinking tea watched the chess game and couldn't help but judge the two of them. However, the scholar's chess skills have been exhausted. Although the boy watching chess on the sidelines could not understand chess, he could observe words and expressions and knew that something was wrong with his side, so he was a little anxious. And everyone no longer regarded this game as a gambling game. Some people put their thoughts on the scholar's side, and some people put their thoughts on the blue-clothed young man's side, which seemed like they were involved. "Do you have any tricks to turn the situation around?" The young master in blue asked. The scholar did not answer, but twisted the chess pieces and did not move for a long time. He was probably thinking about it, so he dropped the piece and landed in a desperate situation. Some people shook their heads repeatedly. "This is a clumsy move!" Some people said, some were silent, and some were deep in thought, as if thinking about the beauty of this scholar's move. So the two played again, and soon they both seemed to be stuck in the quagmire, because the scholar once again regained the situation, and the two sides were evenly matched again, and the game also came to an end, with neither side winning or losing. "The two of them are equally good at chess. This game is a draw!" The old man said, and everyone around him had no objections. So some of the onlookers left, some stayed where they were, and some wanted to get acquainted with the two outstanding chess players in front of them, so they all exchanged surnames. Names were given to each other, and the noble man stood up and chatted and laughed with others, while the sour scholar sat, laughed with others, and exchanged a few words. The excitement at the bottom of the mountain started at this time, so everyone went down the mountain. At this time, the sour scholar waved, and the boy didn't know what was going on, so he came over and asked what was going on. "My legs are numb after sitting for a long time. Help me up." I hadn't noticed before, but then I realized that the scholar had crossed one foot before sitting down. When playing chess, he always sat upright, with his mind on the chessboard. When the chess game ended, he could no longer stand up. "Brother, why can't you change your sitting habit?" The scholar complained a little. With the help of the boy, he stood up, holding on to the stone table and taking his time. "I thank you Ling. Your master's chess skills are extraordinary, but you don't know his name?" The master in blue also briefly exchanged a few words with everyone, then walked up to the scholar and asked. "My dear Deng Xiwen, Master Cheng appreciates me," said the poor scholar. "Brother, the poetry contest at the foot of the mountain has begun, let's join in the fun!" The boy said. Xie Ling wanted to join Deng Xiwen, so they went down the mountain together. "Master Deng, I wonder who his chess skills are from?" Xie Ling asked. Although Deng Xiwen had figured it out by watching others play before, Xie Ling still didn't believe it. "To be honest, no one in my family allows me to play chess. Mr. Xie may not dare to imagine that in our hometown, chess is looked down upon, so I really have never played chess. If I was taught by someone, it is the chess book I carry with me. This was given to me by an old beggar. I often go to see people playing chess. The old beggar said that I have the qualifications to play chess, so he gave me a chess book." Deng Xiwen said. "Brother, it turns out that the old beggar gave you the chess record!" The boy said. "Mr. Xie is not weak in chess and is proficient in arithmetic. He is probably a famous player!" Deng Xiwen asked. "It's okay, but my family is relatively well off, so I do some mischief. I don't read or write, I just play around, so my father hired some teachers for me to discipline me, and chess is one of them."! Along the way down the mountain, many scholars also came down one after another, and more than a dozen pavilions at the foot of the mountain were already full of people. By the lake, there were stairs leading to the building boats. Everyone could get on the boats. There were also many small boats moored by the lake. Beside the wishing pool, in a corner not far away, Lin Ling, Luo Yihang and three other people had already placed the river lantern on the ground, while there were four or five paper figures holding pens and clumsily dipping in ink. The fairy-like scene on the mountain attracted many people to watch, and then many people began to buy the river lantern. "Little friend, can you write me the designated verse?" A woman asked, and Luo Yihang tapped a small paper man with his finger. The little paper man looked up at Luo Yihang, seeming a little confused. Luo Yihang asked if he could write it, and the paper man actually nodded while holding a wolf hair. So the woman read the poem, and the little paper man was responsible for writing it. More and more people asked the paper man to write their own poems, and the business of the three began to boom. Zhu Wuliang came to Jingcheng Lake tonight. He did not bring many followers as usual, but only two people, Hao Er and Xiao San. Zhu Wuliang was still wearing a red robe and took the two people on board the boat. Han Xiang was dressed in cross-dressing from Shu, sitting on the top of the pavilion, looking at his legs, and listening to a few scholars under the pavilion drinking and comparing poems. The master said that the scholars in the Central Plains were the most literary, but they didn't seem to be very good!

Is there any old bookworm or author who would be willing to take some time to read "Xuan Huo Tong Tian" written by my younger brother? I just wrote the book recently and need some objective opinions. Please sincerely hope that you can understand the difficulty of a young man pursuing his dreams. Thank you. I wish all my friends who come to watch good health and all the best. Of course, if you think the writing is not good, you can just say it directly. Heaven can bear blows and insults, but it just wants to grow on this road...

Welcome readers to come and read! Welcome colleagues to visit and give guidance! Welcome fellow friends to learn from each other, make progress together, and become gods as soon as possible! The final message of this book is "The reader is God!" Here is the introduction: In this life, I don't care about my past life, I don't ask for the afterlife, I just live vigorously and proudly in the world. Among all the gods, Buddhas, demons and immortals, who dares to fight with me!

It's a new week, come on. Work hard to make yourself better and your books better. I wish your books become very popular and prosperous. Congratulations on the recommendation,

Great for being wise and powerful! Hello fellow elegant readers! The ragged street writer Xiao Wanzi came to say hello.