The new book has been released, still in seventeenk.
The name of the book is Xianfan Change.,Because it's the title of the book set by the website.,It seems that there is a book with the same name.,If you search.,Pay attention to the author's name.,It's troublesome.。
As for the type, you can refer to the previous Weibo.
As I said, this is probably a combination of historical literature and Xianxia literature, although it may not be very good.
It's still a cliché, writing is a difficult thing to reconcile, I will insist on being delicate and not routine, but I will definitely not repeat myself, and I will not write according to someone's requirements, just like when you grow up, I will insist on it despite hours of abuse in a row.
So, don't force it if you don't like it.
Maybe I'll write it in the future, and you'll like it again Convenient friends, help come to Seventeen to collect it, and it doesn't cost you money to vote.
Thank you.
In addition, I hope that readers can help inform each other through various channels.
Although we're just a little bit of people.
Ha ha.
The new book period, please.
About the book: 1, this time the male protagonist, I hope the character is not so gentle, the logic is not so constrained and powerless, and even more decisive.
When you grow up, because of your background, a lot of things that can be solved directly go around and around, very irritable, less tangled, and more happy. 2.
My book is the same as waiting for you to grow up.
It won't be just the main character, and even I allow the supporting characters to be more popular and more touching.
I hope to depict a big river and lake. 3.
The outline this time is much more complete than the last time.
The details are finally sorted out.
Let's hope for progress 4.
What type of new book?
Probably what does it mean to be a more realistic and life-oriented Xianxia The combination of history and Xianxia I haven't seen the book myself, so, I don't know if you can accept it, but you know, I don't care much about this Key point: The monk also exists as a human being in the first place.
Under the background framework of Xianxia, I want to depict life, family, rivers and lakes, even the battlefield, daily emotions and so on Put a paragraph: The land of summer, the southern region of the sky, the country of Qing.
A small deserted village, with more than a dozen families, scattered among the mountains and forests.
At the east end of the village, there are two dilapidated adobe houses, pasted with faded window grilles and couplets, the center of which is the character "囍", and the couplets are written horizontally with the words "100 years of good harmony".
It was Xu Luo's secular home, and there was a girl in it, waiting for her husband who had traveled far away on the night of her wedding, and she had been pinching her fingers for two years.
The two mottled wooden doors of the hut were closed, and Fu Shan carried Xu Luo and turned to the back of the house.
"See for yourself."
Lao Dao sighed and said: "You escaped on the night of your wedding, I have to say that there happened to be a convoy going to Xuancheng at that time, and I could pick you up. ” "It's still hurting other girls."
Xu Luo glanced at it, and felt a little ashamed and lonely in his eyes.
The small window was half-open and half-closed, and the oil lamp in the window was like a bean, and under the lamp sat a girl of seventeen or eighteen, wearing a somewhat old and thin gray cotton jacket, and her long hair was tied with a silk handkerchief, revealing a delicate goose egg face, which was red from the cold.
The oil lamp emitted green smoke and smoked her, her big eyes were red, and her long eyelashes were wet and sparkling.
The girl pursed her lips with a focused expression, she was sewing a garment, her frostbitten hands froze from time to time, she took a breath of heat to her lips, and continued to wear the long thread.
This dress may have been sewn for a while, and when it was picked up and shaken off, it could already be seen in general shape, it was not a woman's clothes, it was a scholar's robe.
Xu Luo was a little at a loss, and turned his head to look at Fu Shan.
"Look at the good things you've done."
Xu Luo gritted his teeth.
"Now it's your business, take care of it yourself."
Fu Shan glared at Xu Luo angrily, carried him back to the front of the house, threw him to the door, turned around and stepped out, and disappeared.
"Bang."
Xu Luo lost his cultivation, and couldn't contain the inertia of his body falling for a while, staggered a few steps, and hit his head on the door.
The small wooden door, which was not very strong, creaked and swayed.
"Who" was a crisp voice at first, with a bit of nervousness.
Then, there is the sound of putting things, the sound of moving stools, the sound of rummaging things, and the sound of thin footsteps.
The flame of the oil lamp came out of the crack in the door, and the door was not opened, but it was pushed out, and a crack came out, and the half-cut blade of an old wood knife stretched out from the crack in the door, and the people in the door looked out with a pair of red eyes.
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"I'll call someone if you don't speak," the girl shouted, forcing her composure.
Xu Luo turned his head to avoid the firewood knife above his head and got up from the ground.
The two of them just looked at each other through a crack in the door.
"Ahh "Bang dang."
At this point, he stopped, and there was no movement except for the firewood knife falling to the ground.
Xu Luo was a little embarrassed and grinned.
"I'm back."
The voice was a little choked, but he didn't cry, he didn't howl, he saw round tears, quietly, one after another, falling from his cheeks.
His lips trembled a little, and he tried to smile but struggled.
Xu Luoqing has been cultivating for a long time, and his feelings are indifferent, he has never felt this way, and his chest seems to be blocked by something all of a sudden.
Some of the female disciples who have just started on the Empty Immortal Mountain are always crying, it seems to be, but I don't remember, I just know that it is never such a way of crying.
So, what kind of emotion is this, or how many emotions are mixed together, so that a woman will react like this when she sees her husband returning There was an impulse that had never been felt after years of practice, Xu Luo wanted to reach out and touch the hot tears on that little face.
"Hmm" The woman reacted at this time, raised her forearm to wipe away her tears, and hurriedly opened the door, "Enter the house." ” I worked hard but couldn't get rid of the strangeness, the person in front of me was her husband, but on the wedding night, I didn't pick up her red hijab and traveled away, two years.
Xu Luo entered the house, the girl bolted the door behind her, followed Xu Luo turned around, and looked at each other.
My lady is very good-looking, Xu Luo thought about it, and remembered the name of his wife, Cen Xi'er, should she be called a lady, or Xi'er "Xianggong, it's hard to travel."
Cen Xi'er whispered.
Xu Luo was carried all the way, just fell again, her green shirt was messy, full of mud, she took a step forward with one foot, as if she wanted to step forward to pat the dust for him and tidy up his clothes, but she still stopped alive, raised and put down her hands, and finally had to grab the corners of her clothes, very helpless.
"It's fine."
Xu Luo smiled, and said in his heart that I can't tell you, I was carried all the way to fly tens of thousands of miles.
Xu Luo looked down at the appearance on his body, and then shook his shoulders lightly This is a habitual action, Xu Luo has been doing it for an unknown number of years, according to his expectations, as long as a little energy is released, the mud will all fall, and the green shirt will be as smooth as new.
It's a very chic action, but no, the plaster is falling a little, but the overall is more like a "pendulum".
"Is Xianggong cold, his clothes are thin."
Cen Xi'er saw that he suddenly shook like this, and hurriedly said with concern.
"Ah, yes."
The Great Monk of the Yuan Infant was a little embarrassed.
Cen Xi'er hurriedly knelt on the bed, took out a dilapidated wooden box from the inside of the bed, opened it, and there were new men's clothes, shoes and socks, not much, but spring, summer, autumn and winter were ready, this was a woman who had been at home alone for two years, and prepared a stitch for her husband who traveled far away.
In fact, the two had only met once before they got married, and the matchmaker said that the girl's family wanted to see people, so Fu Shan took Xu Luo to stand outside the courtyard of Cen Xi'er's house for a while, and from a distance, the two had seen each other, and that's it.
At that time, Xu Luo's mind was full of how to escape and escape, and she didn't care, but Cen Xi'er put this look in her heart, it was her husband at a glance.
"Xi'er, my mother said you were going to get married" When they got married, Chunzhi, a female playmate from the same village, asked Cen Xi'er.
"Hmm."
Cen Xi'er nodded shyly.
"How can I hear that the people who are also poor people propose relatives to your family are not young and old, I remember that the housekeeper of the grandfather's house in the town has been here, and there are many well-to-do families."
Harueda lamented.
"What's that, slowly our family will be fine."
Cen Xi'er raised her head, her eyes full of determination.
"Look at you, you haven't married yet, our family has come out, you are in a hurry, what is that person?"
"But what about a good-looking person, tall, neat and neat appearance, or a talented man, with a literary tone and a good face," "Ouch, look at you, good-looking Xiucaigong, how can you look down on our peasant family?"
"Because I'm good, and I'm good-looking."
After Cen Xi'er finished speaking, she blushed with shyness, yes, I'm fine, the little girl touches her face, and it looks good.
That year, Cen Xi'er was sixteen years old. is also a girl from a poor family, in the matter of getting married, she also has her own little thoughts, small expectations, and little sweetness.
Cen Xi'er chose the one she liked at a glance and liked it, and her father and mother did not object, how sweet it was.
Sixteen-year-old Cen Xi'er got married so sweetly, and then, it was the husband's wedding night's long trip, two years of lonely and difficult days, with the glance that fell on the bottom of her heart, coupled with the moral education of a secular woman, from the beginning to the end, two years, Cen Xi'er has never had a trace of resentment and regret.
It's a pity that all this, in the past two years, has never appeared in the heart of the distracted Yuanying Great Monk
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