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A little Taoist boy on Wudang Mountain, once the wind blew the clouds. The path of immortality is long and deep, and the Kunlun territory is full of joy.
Author: rock..
BGo back to a dark era, an era different from the original time and space, and meet the people you respect. No longer say: I like Lu Xun, Lu Xun died; I like Shen Congwen, Shen Congwen died; I like Liang Sicheng, Liang Sicheng died. I have no regrets about crossing the border, regaining my dream of crossing the border, witnessing the Chinese people's...
Author: Xiao Yi..
BThe night hangs deep, the sound of insects, in this late fall season, everywhere seems to be quiet, especially near this Dongting Lake, is the beauty of the boundless. When it is midnight, the tourists are scattered, empty boat mooring, that a round of white clean moon, sprinkled with light rain in the sky, embellished with the willow along the lake. The night wind brushes the willow, fireflies in groups through the dance branches, sometimes bright and sometimes extinguished, really a good scene. ...
Author: Xiao Loufeng Lang ..
BHim, a fatherless orphan. A poor man who doesn't even have his own name. Cultivation, the only belief she left him, but she left without saying goodbye. Wandering in wind and rain, searching, never stopping. It's his master, so what, he doesn't care, who made them love each other. Down into the nine ghosts, up to heaven...
Author: BUFF all the way...
BThe King of Poetry, the Sage of Painting, the Sword Immortal, the Taoist Priest, but how can it be so hard to just be a peaceful parasite? The world of flowers and flowers, the land of corn, demons and monsters, gods and goddesses, Taoism and Buddhism. I'm a young man with a sword and a green shirt. I'm a Chu Maniac, and I've been laughing at Kong Qiu for years. ※※※ Newcomer's new book begs for clicks, recommendations, favorites, and support ......
Author: seaweed soup dumpling..
BCultivation world is not as calm as imagined, fighting constantly want to stay out of it, but can not afford to see people in front of his eyes something happened in the sweep of the cultivation world under the treasure hunt action of the Blood Mist Temple more and more mysterious, but let more cultivators to go forward and back ......
Author: Wu Hanmin..
BIs it good? Evil? Demonic? Immortal? Chen Feilong does not care, he only knows, some things he wants to do, some things he must do, the rest, let the world comment on it. Chen Feilong does not have superior talent, there is no hard backing, all he has, is only two pieces of magic treasure left behind by the master. It is with this some, Chen Feilong in the cultivation world, set off a storm of bloodshed.
Author: Jinyong or Louis Cha ..
BThe north wind is like a knife, and the ground is full of frost. Jiangnan near the waterfront of a large road, a team of Qing soldiers holding swords and guns, escorting seven prison car, the wind and cold, northward. In front of three prison cars are imprisoned in three men, all dressed as a scholar, a white-haired old man, two are middle-aged. Behind the four prison cars are women, the last prison car is a young woman, holding a baby girl in her arms, the baby girl crying endlessly. Her mother's warm words, the baby girl just cried. Prisoner car next to a Qing soldier annoyed, stretched out his leg in the car kicked, said: "Crying, crying, I kicked you to death!" The baby girl was shocked, crying even louder.
Author: Møller ..
BThousands of years ago, the Taoist, Buddhist and demonic about the Penglai Immortal Realm fight, a bored casual cultivator ran to peep, but did not realize that this place has long been laid down ten thousand swords return to the great array, and so he found that want to escape has been too late. Thousands of years of fighting, so that all the cultivators in the array, physical destruction. Thousands of years later, the formation broke the seal, Taoism, Buddhism and demons are all with the remaining power of divine consciousness, entrusted to their own magic weapon, strife ...
Author: Chen of the Southern dyna..
BInto a strange and bizarre world of Liaozhai, demons, clusters of demons, demons and sprites out. My heart is wild, and I fight with my sword to break through the red dust; I am righteous, and I write as if I were God! --Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies, looked back, the way of the world, the way of the demons and devils, I am on my own way!