Martial Arts: the Myth of Martial Arts Starting from the Villain

As for the details, it's already 2022. What kind of system release route are you still following? It's too outdated. The protagonist is like a dog and has no will of his own. There was a market for such books seven or eight years ago, but now it's annoying to see it, even if it's a bad system. It is written in the way of publishing tasks. Instead of being a dog for the system, it is better to be a mountain man and be free. This book should be one of the few novels that has been published by the system in the past two years. When reading novels, you are looking at the protagonist's own life, not the life of the system. Otherwise, it would be different to tie a dog.

She left, quietly. An end to this busy life. There is a back figure that often appears in my mind. In the past memory, she often wore stars and moonlight, chattering and complaining non-stop. She has always been diligent, and since she was little, I have never seen her stop what she is doing. She is always busy, is not tall, and is married to a geological team member. Mom told me that her marriage back then was just a deal and she ended her relationship. Today, this would be unacceptable. But she never mentioned it, never complained in front of me. She lived a peaceful life with her grandfather, keeping busy all her life. She always wanted each of us to be healthy, strong, and patient. Although she is unforgiving, she always likes to give me nicknames. But, she loves me. I know it. It was her, and my grandpa. On the streets of early winter when spring is cold, summer cicadas swarm on the roadside, dark alleys are bleak in the autumn wind, and under the lamplight on a cold night with the howling wind. There is always her lonely figure, walking along the way, picking up scraps, so that I can eat more good things and have one more book. Because of her and my grandfather, I have the opportunity to read classics and collect all kinds of books. Only then did I have the opportunity to gain so much knowledge. You know, she and my grandfather are both retired workers and receive retirement pay every month. They can do just fine without me. As a child, I loved being around her the most. Although she talks non-stop, she is really a sharp-tongued person. She is very economical. When I was a child, she always wanted me to eat all the food without leaving a grain. When my grandpa was alive, I loved being around them. She stepped on the sewing machine, and her grandfather drew patterns for insoles. Thump thump thump, the sewing machine rotates, making one thing after another. Sell ​​it to make money to support your family. When I was older, they would go up to the mountains in the summer and pick wild mushrooms in exchange for money. When winter came, I was afraid that I would freeze, so I went to the woods to collect firewood and brought it to my yard one by one. It won't be burned out for several years. Before her grandfather passed away, she had been busy. Although she was ill, she could not stop. I am not a worry-free child. My parents divorced when I was young, and it was she and my grandfather who raised us. Moreover, I did all kinds of bad things when I was a kid. I'm not worried either, but I don't know why, but I'm always obedient in front of them. Even if something happened, I didn't want to tell them in front of them. Especially after high school, the only time I could see them every day was at night. When I came back at ten o'clock, there was always hot rice in the pot. After eating, I will leave in the early morning covered with stars and moon. When I got to college, I left this small city. I came to a wider place, but while I was studying abroad, my grandpa passed away. I cried all night. Yes, that night, I never closed my eyes. The train home, I don't even know how I got there. Traveling thousands of miles to mourn, when I come back, he has turned into ashes and left me forever. And she kept mumbling silently. Although she still didn't say anything, she seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief. It feels like there is still unfinished business. She is still busy every day, just at home. My mother was sick and was admitted to the ICU. When I came back from other places, she was very helpless. But still so strong. Worrying about my mother's illness. After a narrow escape, I was in the hospital and walked out of hell with my mother. She said nothing. Still so strong. Finally, I got married and had children. She can often see her little great-grandson, and I also ask my mother to take him to see her often. My son called her Mrs., But some people said he was wrong. But I still persisted and told my son, just call it that. The little guy has always been around her since he was a child, too long and too short. I thought life would get better little by little. But one winter, she collapsed. Once he fell down, he never got up again. The doctor said it was a cerebral infarction and I could only stay in bed. At first there was a lot of excitement at home, and it was a really difficult time. Later, I got used to it. After a long time, I felt tired, but when I was tired, I told my mother, do you want me to complain behind your back when you are old? Mom said it was stressful, and I told her, this is your mom. No matter how great the pressure is, you can only endure it. Because she is alive, you are still a child. When she is gone, you are no longer there. The home that lights the lamp for you unconditionally is gone. Mom cried, but she thought I was right. So, she kept at it. Occasionally, I would talk about something unhappy, but I would just listen silently and never answer. I am not qualified to say anything since I have no filial son in front of my bed after a long illness. She is getting older and every day she wakes up is now a brief affair. I know that she is leaving, as if she is telling us that you don't need me to worry about anything. I can finally rest. As I write this, my thoughts are confused. It's like the weird weather outside right now, and you can't tell what it will be like next moment. Don't know why. I don't know how to describe my complicated emotions now. I don't know whether to cry or laugh. She is the epitome of that era, and the unique and strong representative of women of that era. She is not good at words and doesn't like to laugh. In their time, there was no oath of love, only daily necessities, and nothing but a lot of money. She has experienced changes in the country's development, she has endured hunger, and she has experienced great changes in the country. Every time, every moment, she just talked about her children's failure and her own reluctance. But she would always take action to protect them (them) silently, using her small body. She was so busy that it seemed she could never stop. It finally stopped, but you wanted to rest like this. I had mixed feelings in my heart, as if I had knocked over the spice jar in my heart, and I had mixed feelings. There are no words at this moment, just looking at you sleeping peacefully. Say: "Please don't worry anymore, please rest in peace..."

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When I write a martial arts novel for the first time, someone will ask if the protagonist starts out as a villain. Let me explain, this is starting with the villain, not the opening villain. Also, the protagonist is not a bad guy, and I didn't intend to write him as a bad guy. It's just that the world forced him to be like this.

It's so well written, I hope to keep up the good work

Recently, a close relative in my family passed away, and I have been busy with the funeral. Now I have basically completed the process. The middle part is not ideal, but I am correcting it later. Please give me your advice.

This is my first time writing a book like this, so if you have any comments, please feel free to comment. Like to collect and follow.

What a broken system, there are also mandatory publishing tasks

Personally, I don't think it looks good. The more I write about it, the worse it gets.

The writing is quite good. I like the martial arts and the tense pace of the story.