Chapter 891

At the beginning of the shooting carving story, an old storyteller read an ancient poem in cadence:

Peach blossoms without owner,

The vast expanse of tobacco brings the late crow.

Several dilapidated walls surround the old wells,

It's always someone else.

Duan Qingyun immediately brightened his eyes and immediately sighed, "not to mention the opening, this seven character poem is really brilliant."

"Good poetry!"

At the same time, I saw the setting sun here and nodded.

In fact, this is the work of Dai fugu, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. It can be regarded as blue star, but no matter the origin of Guo Xiaotian, Yang Tiexin and Qiu Chuji, or the fate track of Li Ping and Bao xiweak's unborn children because of the misfortunes of their parents, they all lie in the grass snake gray line for thousands of miles.

The text repeatedly uses the comparison and contrast of characters' fate:

Bao Xiwei lost his husband, but he was secretly happy because Wanyan Honglie praised his beauty, and even followed the man like a drift.

Also face the pain of losing a husband.

Li Ping is obsessed with revenge. She refuses to give in to the villain Duan Tiande at all. When she is beaten and abused, she grits her teeth and insists. She even doesn't hesitate to pretend to be crazy. It's easy to survive.

Snowflakes were falling.

Guo Jing fell to the ground.

At that time, Yang Kang in Bao Xiwei's belly had become the little prince of Jin people;

Guo Jing is an ordinary native who lives in the desert.

However, the protagonist's perspective of the story does not focus on Yang Kang, but on Guo Jing.

From Guo Jing's rescue of Zhebei, to the fact that he would rather die than expose Zhebei's hiding place, to the fact that he finally got a different look from timuzhen and a group of Mongolian soldiers, the character and image of this character are vividly on paper.

later.

The seven monsters in Jiangnan appear, and Mei Chaofeng and Chen Xuanfeng incarnate into black wind Shuangsha.

On the occasion of the war between the two sides, young Guo Jing intervened and won the recognition of the seven monsters. Not to mention, he also exposed the tip of the iceberg of the five wonders Huang pharmacist.

Unknowingly.

The contrast between Yang Kang and Guo Jing is even stronger.

They are also instructed by famous teachers, are also in a different race, and have been recognized by the superior of the different race as Han people. They also have a glorious future at hand, but their world views are very different.

And when Huang Rong appeared.

When Guo Jing, who was shown as a little beggar and tricked by the ancient spirits, gave generously, Duan Qingyun's face changed greatly for the first time

At that time.

The tea is cold.

There was wind blowing into the pavilion.

The tea was slightly agitated with its green ripples.

The two great figures in the martial arts world holding the legend of the carving hero still didn't speak, but their eyes seemed to have roots and were firmly locked on the open pages.

It was already afternoon.

The sun is getting hot.

The two of them took the cooled tea without any eye contact until Duan Qingyun's family reminded them to have dinner outside. They just woke up from a dream.

"How long have we been watching?"

"About three or four hours."

The setting sun rubbed his slightly sour eyes. He hadn't been so obsessed with reading a novel for a long time.

Duan Qingyun's mood was inexplicably agitated. He didn't know what to evaluate when he spoke. He just squeezed the fingers of the page and the joints of the bones protruded to a little white because of force.

"Eat first."

The setting sun said.

Duan Qingyun directly asked people to send the food to the pavilion. He just swallowed a few mouthfuls, but his eyes never left the writing.

side.

The reaction of the setting sun was no better than that of Duan Qingyun. He also read a book in the whole process. He didn't realize that he was still eating until he caught a chopstick of ginger, although he had already eaten the ginger when he reacted.

Finish your meal.

Both of them were immersed in the world of the book again, as if the attraction of the book was better than everything in the world.

An hour.

Two hours.

three hours.

The difference from the morning is:

In the afternoon, the process of reading is no longer wordless.

Although there is still not much communication, but every time the plot is wonderful, you can often hear the applause of the other party.

Finally.

The setting sun appeared on the horizon.

From the rise of the sun to the sunshine after dinner, and then to a trace of red in the sky, the air was stained with a touch of cold.

It's getting dark.

The two returned to God for the second time and looked at each other, but they saw the shock in each other's eyes at the same time!

"Brother Duan..."

Although he hasn't finished reading, the mood of Canyang has been completely stirred by the legend of Shooting Heroes, and his voice trembles slightly:

"What is this?"

"The future of martial arts!"

This is Duan Qingyun's answer. He looks red, speaks loudly and does not hesitate: "this is a new road of martial arts!"

There's not much you can write, martial arts? Before they read the novel in hand, they regretfully discussed this topic and agreed that if martial arts want to continue, they must open up a new road, otherwise they will never break the shackles across the martial arts sky. When they read the novel, the content has not been completely read, but their mentality suddenly opened up! How could anyone write martial arts novels like that? The setting sun was surging in his heart, as if he radiated an infinite look, and his lips kept moving: "it turns out that martial arts novels can still be written like this!"“ I think it's not just a martial arts novel, it's literature! " Duan Qingyun felt for the first time that it was reasonable to call martial arts literature. Chu Kuang really opened up a new road for martial arts! Incredible new road! In the past martial arts novels, the Jianghu is an unlucky place opposite to the temple. It is an anti imperial guild and a grass-roots troupe performing arts. What? Kill the door. What revenge. What Wulin supreme. There are many similar main lines. It's hard to avoid being petty when you see too much. The Jianghu in shooting carving is like a fresh wind, blowing away the old smell - the top of Huashan Mountain and the vast desert are like a wide screen, and a pair of white carvings excite the mind. The blue sea tide deduces the martial arts that were not on the table, and the dog beating stick returns the legend to secular and cordial. Who listens to the jade flute? There are many kinds of tricks, and the taste is endless! This is the first work in history! This work points out a direction that no one has ever imagined for the future of martial arts. It is not only the wonderful plot itself, but also the evocative changes of family and country. These seemingly cumbersome contents are perfectly combined with martial arts in the body! Wuxia's imagination completely burst out! Narration, flashback, episodic narration, foreshadowing and contrast... There are not only flying dragons in the sky, but also divine dragons waving their tails, with sound and color, nose and eyes, sometimes the sound of flute and drum, and sometimes the shadow of flowers. Another space-time. It has been commented that: shooting carving, ghosts and gods surprised. For ordinary people, such an evaluation may be exaggerated, but for some old people who have been immersed in the field of martial arts for many years, they know the real meaning of this evaluation. Now. As the two leading figures in Zhao Zhou's martial arts circle, they can't help changing color, let alone other readers who have opened the novel one after another. The first appearance of shooting carving is extraordinary———————— PS: I started to move bricks as soon as I got home. Today's update is as usual. Don't rush to ridicule. I won't start to close the code word until tomorrow. This wave will hit you in the face o (* ~) ~ *) o with an explosion.