
Chronicle of the Lone Wanderer
孤行录
- Status
- Ongoing
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- 484k Words
- Subgenre
- Traditional Wuxia
- Updated
- 4y ago
- Source
- Zongheng
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Haha... It's quite interesting. Let's collect it first, how about we collect it in each other's way?
Some people focus on quantity, some focus on excellence. This book, at first glance, seems to be a high-quality one, so isn't it normal for the update to be slower? Besides, the author may not be a full-timer. In a part-time job, only high-quality chapters are available. I think it has been maintained in a very good state. I hope the author will keep up the good work! Come on! Thank
When I first read this novel, I thought it was quite exciting, but after reading it, it didn't have much appeal. The reasons are: first, the update is too slow, and the second and most important reason is that Ke Yi went too far, and the protagonist did not know where he went. It's not impossible to write other scenes, but this one is too far gone. Just looking at it, I don't know who the protagonist is.
Wonderful writing, but the updates are too slow.
Good morning, brother, check in and have a happy New Year
I'm done, see you again in the world.
Good morning, Brother Bugui. Fat cat is very busy and has a monthly visit. Don't miss me too much~
Good morning brother, happy Friday "Pipa Fairy·Mid-Autumn Festival" Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde The sea is blue every year. Who will fill up the ice wheel? A piece of autumn fragrance was blown, and it was as bright as snow. Looking at the good days and good nights in sorrow, I know that they are all sad. Only the shadow is now, it can be compared to the bright moon of the past. The blue sea and blue sky are like this every year, but the moon in the clouds is always full and sometimes missing. Tonight, the golden breeze blows coolly, the native flowers reflect the blue, and the laurel trees hanging on the picture rails hang a wisp of autumn fragrance; the moonlight is as crystal clear as white snow. Who knew that this beautiful day and night would make people sad and sad. How can I face the bright moon of the past when I am alone? The blue sea and blue sky are like this every year, but the moon in the clouds is missing when it is round. Tonight, the golden wind is refreshing, the earth and flowers are green, and a wisp of autumn fragrance is hanging from the laurel tree in the painting column; The light of the moon is as clear as snow. Who knows, it's a beautiful day and night, but it m**es people sad and sad. Alone, how can I face the old moon.
Good morning, brother, I invite you to enjoy: "Linjiang Fairy·Rolling Waters of the Yangtze River Passing East" Ming Dynasty Yang Shen The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. As the Yangtze River rolls eastwards, many heroes disappear like flying waves. Regardless of right and wrong, success or failure (the achievements of heroes of ancient and modern times), it is all in vain until now, and they have all disappeared with the passage of time. The green mountains (jiangshan) of those days still exist, and the sun still rises and sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been accustomed to the changes of time. It was a rare meeting with an old friend, and I enjoyed a glass of wine. Many things throughout the ages have been reflected in (people's) talk and laughter. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and many heroes disappear like flying waves. Whether it is right or wrong, or success or failure (the success and success of ancient and modern heroes), up to now, it is empty and has disappeared with the passage of years. The green mountains (rivers and mountains) still exist, and the sun still rises and sets. The white haired hermits by the river have long been used to the changes of years. I seldom met my old friend and drank a glass of wine happily. How many things have been put into conversation and laughter since ancient times.
Returning home early, Happy Friday. Meow invites you to enjoy: "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Bie Maojia's Twelfth Brother" Xin Qiji of Song Dynasty The general's reputation is ruined after a hundred battles. Thousands of miles back to the river, old friends will never be seen again. The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow. A strong man, but his tragic song is incomplete. The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it never cries clear tears and cries blood. Whoever shares me will be drunk on the bright moon. Li Ling, a famous general in the Han Dynasty, experienced hundreds of battles, was defeated and surrendered to the Huns, and his reputation was ruined. Go to the bridge by the river to say goodbye to Su Wu, look back at the homeland thousands of miles away, and say goodbye to old friends forever. And Jing Ke braved the bleak autumn wind and sang his endless tragic songs. If the singing bird knew that there was so much sorrow and hatred in the world, it would be expected that it would no longer cry tears of sorrow, but always cry of blood. Now that Mao Jiadi is far away, who else will drink with me and enjoy the bright moon together? Li Ling, a famous general of the Han Dynasty, experienced a hundred battles and was defeated and surrendered to the Huns. See Su Wu off at the bridge by the river, look back at his hometown thousands of miles away, and say goodbye to his old friends forever. And Jing Ke braved the ble** autumn wind and sang impassioned elegy endlessly. If the bird knows that there are so many sorrows and resentments in the world, it is expected that it will no longer cry tears, but always cry blood. Now Mao Jiadi is far away. Who else can drink with me and enjoy the bright moon?