Twilight War

Chapter57 Gold Leaf Tempered Rose

You are the brightest rose in the world, and you are never exchanged for thousands of gold leaves.

01

Black crows flew across the sky above the church on Queen Street North.

This is a funeral.

The pastor of the church recited the mediocre life of the old man in the mechanical junkyard in a flat tone.He had heard those from his neighbors on Queen Street, and the old man sometimes went to Queen Street to buy some wine.

Although he is useless, sometimes he can help repair some broken steam machinery, such as kerosene lamps and so on.It is said that Mrs. Wafu's refrigerator was also assembled by him with a bunch of waste machinery.

When Huangxuanjin came, the pastor had already finished half of his prayer.Wearing a black windbreaker, he sat quietly on a chair in the church.

The wind blows through the wind chimes of the church.

At the time of the burial, one by one came to say goodbye to the old man.He put a bouquet of white roses on the old man's coffin, and said softly, "Sweet dream."

Then he got up and watched the black soil being buried on the old man's coffin little by little.

"Boss, are you so quiet?" Belly Snake looked at Huangxuan Jin with some discomfort.

"Actually, I really want to pour a bucket of silver of the great abyss on the coffin of the old man, and then sit on the rail car with his ashes, and scatter his ashes around Corinth through the car window. After all, he is so It's a worthy death." Huang Xuanjin frowned and said.

"I want to rush up when the pastor said that the old man has been mediocre all his life, and tell him that this old man used to be the chief mechanic of the Vana Empire, and he designed the entire rail car." The belly-cut snake said flatly. .

"But you didn't." Huang Xuanjin tilted his head and watched the black soil fall.

"Yes."

"It seems that we have all grown up." Huang Xuanjin said.

He remembered that the old man told him that we always judge a person's growth by age.

So some people put on bow ties and formal suits and have to do all the things that a grown-up does, but they are still a child at heart.

The old man may have died as a child.

"How do you count as growing up?" the belly-cut snake asked.

"Probably, I have learned to keep my composure." Huang Xuanjin said, he turned around, "Let's go, go to receive the Holy Communion, if you go early, there will still be something to eat."

02

In the dark and deep mine, Huang Xuanjin put his hands in the pockets of his black windbreaker and walked along the long track.

He has walked this road countless times, but every time he stops at the end of this tunnel.

There are five metal doors with complex codes.

But this time, he pressed the code on the door.

The metal gate opened in front of him.

The next five doors were also opened in front of him after he entered different passwords.

At the end of the tunnel was a gigantic snake bone that had been burned down to the point where only a segment of its spine remained, and that segment of bone was shattered.

After the twilight battle that lasted for three months, Isabel quickly understood that the real battlefield was Juyongguan, so she ran directly to clean up the battlefield before the Arthur Empire.

Not only did she pick up Wisipel and him who were unconscious on the ground, but she also took away the only remaining wreckage of Jormungandr, so she negotiated a good price with the Arthur Empire and returned Wisipel. He kept him by his side again, and sealed the remains of Jormungandr underground in Corinth.

He had always known that Jormungandr's bones were here, but he never passed through those gates.

Maybe today is a good day to say goodbye.

He took out a phoenix hairpin carved from phoenix wood from his bosom. He originally wanted to give this wooden hairpin to the girl named Long Yingluo, but he never had the chance again.

Putting the wooden hairpin in front of and behind the huge skeleton, Huang Xuanjin gave a farewell ceremony with a light smile, then turned and left.

Five heavy metal doors fell one by one behind him.

03

Queen Street.

The drunks in the tavern were humming unconsciously, and on the front page of the newspaper, which was half wet with wine on the ground, it was impressively written that the Arthur envoy would leave Vana after tonight's feast, ending the trip for peace talks.

Huang Xuanjin stepped over the wet newspaper on the floor and sat in front of the bar, "Boss, I remember a long time ago, we made a bet that as long as I could get a lady's brooch, you would buy me a drink. Do you still count?"

"Of course it counts? Why, you want to make another move tonight, and get rid of the shame?" The boss turned around, threw down the rag, and said indifferently.

"It's now." Huang Xuanjin threw Mithril's World Tree brooch onto the bar, "Take the bar."

He smiled arrogantly and proudly.

He had found the brooch under the pillow in the Black Tower, where Vihipel should have put it there after the feast.Possessing this brooch means that he can freely enter and leave the Golden Palace and most of Asgard.

But now, he is going to trade this brooch for wine.

"It's a good thing." The boss glanced at the brooch on the bar, "I have to take it out to press the store's treasure to be worthy."

He turned around and took out a bottle of noble rot wine and put it on the bar. "Girls only drink sweet wine." Huang Xuanjin frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"This is noble rot wine, as precious as ice wine." The boss took out two scented cups and poured a cup for himself and Huang Xuanjin.

"Ice wine is the most beautiful mistake. Only grapes that have been subjected to a frost can be made into ice wine. Moreover, the process of ice wine is complicated. To make ice wine, a whole farm of grapes is needed. Some farmers will deliberately pick grapes late to wait for a year. There’s a frost, but once the temperature drops too far, you can’t make icewine. So the whole farm is lost all year. Waiting for years may not return a frost that can make icewine.”

"This kind of waiting is long and romantic. All the owners of the vineyards always look forward to the frost coming to the orchard in late autumn every year as if they were looking forward to love. Those who can taste real ice wine are as rare as those who can get real love." The boss is like a poet He also picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Huangxuan Jin.

"The noble rot wine is sweet after being corrupted. All the fruit growers in the past were afraid that their grapes would be infected with mold. However, a farmer found that the taste of white grapes would be particularly sweet after being infected with noble rot." The boss gave Huangxuan Jhin poured a glass of wine, "Corrupt, depraved, will be more luscious."

"Do you like wine very much?" Huang Xuanjin asked while leaning on the table.

"I also like alcoholics," said the boss

"What's there to like about a drunkard?"

"Those who dare to get drunk will not hide too many secrets."

"Maybe it's hiding too much." Huang Xuanjin said with a smile, he raised his head and drank the cup of sweet noble rot wine.

04

Luxurious roses covered the road, gorgeous carriages and baroque-decorated steam cars were parked in front of the Palace of Roses, and the girl's skirt swept across the marble steps in front of the palace.

Huangxuan Jin was smoking a cigarette by the dimly lit porch pillar.

"Why are you smoking again?" Wihipel didn't know when he walked behind him.

"Your Highness is not by my side. I am lonely and unable to comfort me. Naturally, I have to smoke two cigarettes to get rid of it." With the cigarette between his fingertips, he turned around and looked at Vesper, his half-opened peach eyes seemed to have something to say. Misty Hengjiang.

"You pawned the brooch I gave you," Vehipel asked.

"Yes, change to drink."

"It seems that you will not leave with me?"

"The chances are indeed not high." Huang Xuanjin nodded.

"Why did you stay in Vana?" Vehipel asked with some distress.

"The food here is delicious and the people are nice. I'm very happy to stay here." Huang Xuanjin said nonchalantly.

"In their eyes, you will always be just a traitor." Vehipel's eyes were like dark emeralds.

"Your Highness, do you think I care what other people think?" Huang Xuanjin sneered.

"You care." Wihipel looked into Huang Xuanjin's eyes and said, "I know, you have always cared."

Huangxuanjin looked up at Wisipel, his black eyes were like ancient wells, but Wisipel suddenly pressed his wrist to reach the pillar in the darkness, Wisipel kissed the young man in the red military uniform The neck under the stand collar.

In the moonlight and light, the emblem on Huangxuan Jin's neckline shone silver.

Huangxuan Jin couldn't bear to turn away from his head, he raised his hand to push Wispel's shoulder away, but Wisipel grabbed his wrist again.

Wihipel kissed the wound on his wrist, and the silver hair fell down.

"how did you make it?"

"I forgot, it seems to be the time I fought against the Bone Eaters."

"Come back, you taught me how to be at ease." Wihipel tilted his head and looked at Huangxuan Jin.

The feast has already begun, and the surroundings have become noisy and noisy.

Wisipel half-forcibly carried Huangxuan Jin into the steam car.

In the narrow space, it seemed that even the intertwined breathing could be heard.Champagne and wine outside the car window, fireworks and roses.

Vehipel fastened the buttons of Huangxuan Jin's military uniform, looked down at the young man whose eyes were still a bit blurred, "Wait for me to come back."

He kissed the corner of the boy's lips lightly, and his fingertips brushed the boy's jaw.

After Wichpel left, the car suddenly became quieter. Huang Xuanjin raised his hand to open the car window, but he heard the sound of metal clashing. He looked down at the chain tied to the door handle on his wrist.

"The fucking dogs are on a leash."

He opened the front storage box and found nothing to unlock except a few bottles of wine.

After taking out a bottle of gin, he bit off the cork.

After just two sips, I could smell something wrong in the air.

It's Mixiang, although it won't make him faint, but it must be a salted fish on the shore.

In the Shengqiangwei Palace Hall, Tang De held a wine glass and looked at Wisipel walking from outside the palace.

"Your Highness, you are a bit late."

"Some things are delayed." Vehipel said while buttoning the cuffs that had just collapsed.

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Tang De joked.

"Usually." Wisippel turned to look at Tang De.

"Okay, I don't want to ask more about ordinary matters of Your Highness." Tang De smiled brightly.

The lights in the banquet were brightly lit, and the champagne glass reflected the girl's skirt.

Tang De walked out of the banquet with a glass of wine in his hand, and as soon as he reached the corner, he saw the door of the silver steam sedan of Wisipel kicked open.

Huang Xuanjin's wrists were still tied to the car door, half of his body was lying on the back seat, his eyes blurred.

Tang De walked over, "Young Master Jin, why are you doing this?"

"The key." Huang Xuanjin ignored what Tang De said, raised his head and asked directly.

Tang De threw a bunch of keys over, "I don't know which one is either."

Huang Xuanjin lowered his head and untied the chain, and stepped out of the steam car.

The bustling lights are reflected in the stagnant water on the Qingshi Road, like a fire burning in the water.

"Zichen..." Tang De looked at Huangxuanjin's back and said suddenly, "Huangxuan's family is gone, so why do you keep torturing yourself like this?"

Huang Xuanjin trampled through the accumulated water and the bustling lights on the ground, "I didn't torture myself, I just survived."

He threw away the shards of the wine bottle that he had been clutching.

The brown wine bottle shards, stained with blood, rolled into the stagnant water, splashing a circle of golden ripples.

He walked up to the second floor along the corridor on the side of the Palace of the Holy Rosary, where Sivan and Delco were talking about something in the corner.

Huangxuan Jin threw the silver bookmark with a copper leaf hanging on it to Delko, "The things in Brutus' house should be returned to their original owners."

Delko looked at the bookmark in his hand, "Isn't this the key to the Creation Library that my father lost? Why is it with you." He raised his head, and Huang Xuanjin had already walked up.

In the side hall of Sheng Qiangwei, Isabel was the only one in the empty palace. There were no lights in the hall, only the moonlight and light from the window came in.

Huang Xuanjin didn't speak, and sat directly on the chair opposite Isabel, with half of his face hidden in the shadow.

"Are you still planning not to go with Vichypel?" Isabel turned her head to look at him.

"So what if I leave. If I would choose to go with him, I wouldn't stay here in the first place." Huang Xuanjin said.

Isabel smiled. She remembered that after the second twilight battle, the boy regained consciousness briefly after a long treatment.

She said to him: "You have three options. The first one is to go to Arthur. I believe that His Royal Highness Vichypel will still take good care of you. The second one is to go back to Donghuang. It's gone, but as long as you are here, there will always be people who will respect you as Young Master Jin, and you will be treated as King Xiang returning to Jiangdong, and wait for the wind and clouds to rise."

"The last one, if you stay in Vana, you will become a traitor in everyone's mouth. They will spurn you and hate you. And in fact, I don't have any need to cure you. When I am in a bad mood, put You might as well throw it out."

"It sounds like the third one is the worst." The young man said softly, looking at the leaves blown by the wind outside the window, "Then I will choose the third one."

Isabel once felt that he could not survive, but he survived in the end and became one of her Knights of the Garter.

There are countless ways to survive in this world, but he chose the most hideous one.

"Then why are you looking for me now?" Isabel asked.

"I've been to the basement floor of the Creation Library." Huang Xuanjin looked at Isabel and said, "I've seen a lot."

"for example."

"The order bestowed by Yemengard from the World Tree is 'reincarnation', while the order given by Hull is 'exchange'."

"What is gained, what is lost. Hull once sacrificed her body in order to know how to open the door to the kingdom of the dead. The World Tree only took half of her body and gave her an 'exchange'."

"That's why she can establish the Golden Cross, fulfill the wishes of those believers, and turn them into slaves." Huang Xuanjin looked at the flickering lights outside the window, and the golden lights fell in his eyes, like gold burning in coal fire .

"So?" Isabelle asked.

"I also want to make a deal with World Tree." Huang Xuanjin said softly.

"buy what?"

"Huangxuan's family." The young man raised his eyes and looked at Isabel, "I know, they are still in the kingdom of the dead, I often dream that their souls are sealed in huge ice crystals, and I walk every night I dream In the meantime. And I recently dreamed that those branches had become entwined with ice crystals."

After he finished speaking, he looked out of the window again, and the golden lights flickered in his eyes.

"Then what are you going to use in exchange?" Isabel chuckled lightly.

"I haven't figured it out yet, I have to see the World Tree first, and ask the price before we can talk about it."

"What if the price you can't afford?"

"Then wave your hand and say goodbye, then go back to sleep. Anyway, I've tried my best, and it's helpless if I can't save everyone."

"But you have nothing now." Isabel looked at Huangxuan Jin.

"You think I have nothing, but maybe I have something that World Tree wants." The boy said indifferently.

"But if you want to open the gate of the kingdom of the dead again, and you need millions of souls as sacrifices, what's the difference between you doing this and Yemengadhell ​​and the others." Isabel asked.

"I won't do that. There must be other ways. I have been to the country of the dead once. When I left, I heard them say that they are waiting for me to come back. They know that I will definitely go again."

"But what does this have to do with me?" Isabel looked at Huangxuan Jin.

"Your Majesty, you have been looking for the Ringwraiths and the Kingdom of the Dead, haven't you? Brunhilde has been missing since the Second Twilight Battle. You have searched all the battlefields, but you are actually looking for her, aren't you?" Is it? Later you won't allow others to mention her, but you will never really forget her. "

"She disappeared in the ancient temple. Everything has something to do with the kingdom of the dead and the ring spirits, isn't it?"

The girl's hand holding the armrest of the seat was bloodless white.

"So what?" Isabel said forcefully.

"The seat of the head of the Heresy Tribunal that Her Majesty wants to establish is still vacant, isn't it? Her Majesty has never found a suitable person to take charge of these matters. On this road, Her Majesty always needs a loyal lackey."

He looked at Isabel.

He has nothing left, but there are some people in this world who can even sell themselves, even if it's not enough to take his own soul, they can also sell the remaining bones and dregs.At the end of the road, he was a lunatic.

"Do you think you are the most suitable... lackey?" Isabel asked with a frown.

"Who else is more suitable than me?" Huang Xuanjin looked at the girl and said, "I am the one who left the country of the dead once."

Fireworks were set off again outside the window, and the light and shadow inside the house were flickering, and the two people faced each other in the flickering light.

In the last light of the fireworks, the girl suddenly smiled. She stood up and took out a willow box from the cabinet in the palace.

She put the willow box on the table in front of the boy.

The rusty brass buckle fell off without anyone opening it, Huang Xuanjin pushed the box open with his fingers.

Inside is a slender ancient sword, the scabbard is made of sandalwood, and it is inlaid with blood jade.

"I found this sword on Jormungandr's corpse. Its corpse looked like it had multiple sword wounds, but I only found this sword."

"I asked Tang Ruowang to go to Donghuang to find a swordsmith to recast this sword."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The sharp sword returns, and the situation rises again.

05

The lights are thick with glass and balm, and the prosperous roses are everywhere.

Wihipel held a wine glass and chatted with the people who came forward.

"Your Highness seems to be in a good mood today." The Marquis of Buckingham smiled and toasted Vichypel, and then patted Andre next to him at the right time, "This is Andre the dog, who will soon become Vanner's youngest Major General."

"Really, that's really a genius, and it seems that there will be a lot to do in the future." Wisipel nodded.

Tang De followed behind Wichpel, looking at the slender calves that leaked from the skirts of the girls as they walked by.

During the intermission of the conversation, Vichypel raised his head, and his eyes instantly turned cold when he saw the boy and Isabel in the shadows on the second floor.

The symphony stopped, and Isabel clapped her hands in the shadows on the second floor.

Everyone looked upstairs.

The girl walked out of the shadows with the boy on her arm, holding a gorgeous skirt in one hand.

Huang Xuanjin followed him, dressed in a red military uniform with a sword around his waist.

"After tonight, Arthur's envoys will leave. After all, the feast is over and the roses will wither. Although there is helplessness, it is still the norm in the world. In the name of the Queen of the Empire, I send you off. May all the counties in Vana The moon is quite satisfactory."

"There is also... congratulations to His Excellency Huangxuan Jin who is beside me, he will become the new major general of the Vana Empire."

There was no sound in the entire palace, no one could believe that the queen named the betrayer of the three-surname house slave as the major general of Vaner.

Wischpel looked at the boy but suddenly smiled. He applauded slowly among the crowd, and Tang De beside him smiled and applauded.

So everyone had no choice but to applaud one after another.

After the applause ended, Isabel lightly raised her hand, signaling the band to play the symphony again.

She walked down the steps with Huang Xuanjin on her arm, and everyone came to toast one after another.

After all, no matter what, it doesn't matter if Huang Xuanjin is a traitor or a lackey.As long as he becomes the major general of the empire, he will eventually hold power.

At the end of the banquet, Wihipel watched the young man toast to him slowly.

Huang Xuanjin smiled and raised his glass to him.

That young man was often lonely and dejected, like a dusty obsidian.But now under the bright lights of Sheng Qiangwei Palace Hall, the young man is as bright as a gold leaf rose.

The author has something to say: pure chatting is easy.If you are not in the mood to read it, you can skip it directly, after all...it is really long.

When this chapter was published, it should have just happened to be the end of the second Twilight Campaign.In order not to affect the reading of the previous chapter, the author said to post a separate chapter.First of all, thank you very much for being here.

It can be said that this is the place I most want to write.

Countless times, I thought about that battlefield, and thought about all the members of the Huangxuan family rushing to die with their swords.Thinking of the young man from Huangxuan's family kneeling and roaring, thinking of him finally picking up the sword, standing in the smoke and blood, raising his eyes.

What kind of war could make Huangxuanjin what it is today.

Scarred and bruised, but persistently living like a wild dog.

But in fact, I have never seriously thought about the outline of this war.

Many plots were thought up last night and then coded out and posted the next day, without even checking for typos.

After sending it out, close Word, play games, and watch anime.

"If I die, bury my bones." I thought about this sentence all night.

It's true. One night, lying in bed, I watched the sky brighten up soberly.

Banging the drums, really, just thinking about it makes me feel like I can't take it.

One is gone.

When I was writing about this war, I always had frequent heart palpitations, and sometimes my hands trembled after typing.

I really want to write this war well. In the setting, this should be a battle between the East and the West.But in the end, I still didn't write the battle line in the West.

In the end, Long Yingluo said that there are still 70 people in the Westland.The same tragic, but not written.

Right as a hidden pen.

The vision of Her Majesty Wichpel is also something I have always wanted to write.When I was writing the Rose Queen chapter, I always wanted to write about the illusion of His Highness.

In Weichen Temple, the smiling monks clasped their palms together, just like the Buddha holding a flower and smiling.

But when I really wrote it here, I really couldn't write Illusion Line with all my strength. Jiu Xun Ji just had a scene, and everything was written now.

There's no way, Zichen's line keeps dying. To the author, it's like watching people die one by one.I have been in a state of palpitations, but Weichen Temple should be very quiet. It took me a long time to calm down when I was writing, and I have been listening to Buddhist scriptures.

I didn't even expect this to happen, as if I had stuck a knife into my chest.

Maybe I will never write such a plot in the future.

It's really exhausting. I feel like I can't afford to write like this.

This is probably the climax of the whole article, and I have already explained a lot of things.

The last battle of the Huangxuan family, World Tree, order.

I have always called this worldview the shepherd’s worldview, but after thinking about it a few days ago, the worldview of the Huanong Bamboo Rat also fits well.Anyway, it will eventually be eaten.

The next thing is the ending, the boy picked up the sword, and the story is coming to an end.

The third battle at dusk, to be honest, I haven't figured out how to write it yet.

After all, compared with a war in which everyone sacrificed their lives to move forward, the third twilight battle is more about the thinking of divinity and humanity, and it is an in-depth understanding of the world view.

Maybe not so burning, maybe a little calmer.

Well, up to now, the Huangxuan family is gone.

I love the word Huangxuan, which has a unique oriental beauty. It reminds me of chime bells ringing together, scarlet brocade, and people offering sacrifices to the Ming Hall. a feeling of.

At first, I just wanted to find a surname that could suppress the word "Jin".

It can't be an existing surname, otherwise you will be beaten if you say that the X family is gone.

I quite honestly chose these two characters among the existing compound surnames.

Come to think of it, I'm really naive.

The first time I saw these two words, I thought of a sentence: Eight Hundred Li Huangxuan.

Don't ask me what I mean, I don't know either.

I am actually an emotional writer, so maybe my words are really written with my life burning.

A lot of words were written out suddenly, and even I didn't know what was going on.

Like those stories from 800 years ago, they all came out by tapping the keyboard.

After knocking, I realized that I was actually crying.

For example, the phrase "the bright moon is innocent".

I really love this sentence, I can't say it, it feels like all the quack spirit 800 years ago is in it.

Thinking of the old beggar laughing and asking this sentence on the roof of Zichen Palace, everything came out.

Eight hundred li Huangxuan.

I was just thinking about this sentence, bit by bit framing the distant Eastern clan.

Then there is the sentence, I swear that I will return with my soul, and my family and country will live forever.

Let me talk about my initial setting, after all, that is my starting point, the very beginning of everything.

It's also very helpless, many people say that my writing style is like Jiangnan.In fact, after suffering for a while, I had to comfort myself, which is a kind of affirmation of my writing.But if someone said it, I still wanted to scream.

When I first wrote this article (actually, the draft was written around 2016), I had read Dragon Clan, but there was really no such thing as Chilling Sky.I think of steampunk in the East and West, because the beginning of this article is really different from the present.

At that time, it was just a small idea in history class, what would happen if a little Taoist priest went to Europe after the Opium War.

Most of this article can still be found from this idea.

His Highness back then was still considered a villain.Be a pirate captain across the sea!

When negotiating with the captain of another merchant ship, we rescued Zichen who was caught smuggling.And so the story begins...

That's why the opening chapter of this story will put two people on board, and I can't let go of my Shengyin!

But I was very busy at the time, and I really didn't have time to check the information, and it was too cruel to base it on facts.Reality is often worse than stories.

Plus the Victorian era is the era in which steampunk was set.So, Dangdangdang.Just changed it to what it is now.Later, with time, I began to enrich the story little by little.

The prototype of Isabel is Victoria, and Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth were added later.I actually quite like Bloody Marys.

Mad King Louis is based on Henry VIII.Queen Anne of the Severed Head is the historical Nine Days Queen.

The prototype of the Black Tower is the Tower of London, a place with a lot of stories.Alfonso's conversion was actually written according to the conversion of Constantine.In the article, I looked at the poet king in the part of gnawing bread at dusk, (I don’t want to go back and find out what his name is), the prototype is Ludwig II of Bavaria.The Knights of the Garter is also a real knight order founded by Edward III in British history. (Knights of Garter!!! Roaring!!!)

Later, I felt that the content was a bit lacking, because it was a pirate background at the time, so I wanted to add some myths and the like, which was more convenient for treasure hunting.At that time, I really wanted to see Odin Loki fall in love, so I added Norse mythology.As a result, I showed it to my friends, who said it reminded me of the Dragon Clan.I was actually devastated at the time.There may be no other way, after all, I am a male god in Nantah University.

After thinking about it for a long time, the Dragon Clan wrote his own stuff, so now no one would say that he was imitating Harry Potter.After all, Norse mythology gods are potatoes. I just need to cook in my own way, and I will make my own dishes.

So when setting up Jormungandr, I forced myself to come up with new things, and I kept pushing myself.

Hermaphrodite, reincarnation illusion.

These two settings really drove me crazy at the time.

The illusion of reincarnation is really too difficult. The article on the abandoned person and the chapter on the rose oath, I kept wandering downstairs trying to figure out how to write it.

But it's really cool to think about the illusion of reincarnation.

It's that: hopeless?It's okay, let's do it again!

cool!

In fact, I think my writing style is that kind of flirtatious, yet righteous, kind of salted fish.

Merry you know cutting.

There is a chapter, the chapter of exchanging copper coins with Taoist priests.After I finished writing, I never understood what I wanted to express. Maybe I wanted to express a pretentious temperament?After reading the comment of 666 (hugging my baby), I understand, it is romantic and open-minded!It's Merry!

Come on, everyone and I read: Burning and Merry~

This is my style of writing, remember!

Refill.

What am I going to write about.In fact, when I wrote the copy, I also thought about it for a long time.

At first, I just wanted to write about a little Taoist priest who went to Europe for revenge.Later, I wanted to write Danmei, and after His Royal Highness became Xiaogong, I wanted to write a sadomasochism, so two people were separated by a war.

Later, in order to write this story, I began to read many, many books.I read everything, I have read the history of the West, the history of art, the history of philosophy, the history of architecture.Zichen is the son of a noble family. For him, I read all the poems in the Book of Songs, Chuci and Yuefu.He is a young monk, and I read the Diamond Sutra and the Agama Sutra.It has something to do with mythology. I read mythology from all over the world, and then I started to look at religion.I have really read Aquila's "Summa Theology", although I haven't read much, most of the time I just hold the book and think about other things.

Then I realized that I hadn't thought too much about it before.

I write steampunk, so steampunk is not just exposed gears and steam.

The real meaning of steampunk is human's thinking about the progress of science and technology, and another possible idea.This assumption is romantic and great.

So I started thinking about writing these, about machinery, humans, technology, technology trees, and another possibility.

I seem to be climbing a mountain, the higher I climb, the more I see, so I will try my best to tell you what I have seen.

Then the old man would say: One day, human beings will walk the world in their own name.

I started thinking about God.Theology, mythology, religion.

So there was a drunken chat between Zichen and Dai Wen after they broke up in love.So there is a worldview of this world.

All are leaves on the world tree, which fall and rot.Yggdrasil is our mother, but he devours us in the end.We are cattle and sheep, and the Yggdrasil or the gods herd us.

Also think about history, human beings.

It is mentioned in many places in this book.Those are all things I have seriously thought about.

If you can, read the general history of the world, and then seriously think about these things yourself, you will really feel suddenly very grand and vast.

So when I'm writing about the world, I can't help but come up with its history for him.

Because you have no way not to think about how the world has developed to this point.

Every world is a section of history.

It is not a sudden hypothesis, but a little bit of development.

The bad thing is that the word count explodes.Word count has been exploding.

Because you will understand that every story is just the intersection of several lines.

And those lines are everyone's life.So when writing a story, I couldn't help but trace each line back along this intersection point.

How did they get here and why did they do it.

That's the whole story.

In the end it's about being alive.

I spend a lot of time writing and living.

Actually, I wouldn’t write so much at first.The young man was actually quite smooth at first, and he couldn't be dragged.

After all, his name is Huangxuan Jin, and you can tell by his name that he is super attractive.According to the original setting, he was able to give Her Royal Highness Vehipel medicine.

It happened later, just because I suddenly fell ill.It's not a serious illness, and I can't even see anything at first glance. I stayed home for a month during the holidays, and my parents didn't even notice that I was sick.But one by one the hospitals ran down, and every doctor said that it was impossible to cure them.

I will buy a box of expensive half-baked cheese on the way back from the doctor every time.

In this way, I will never come back empty-handed, or come back with nothing.

It was a very painful time, and I couldn't sleep many nights, watching the dawn little by little.Then give up on yourself, play games every day, and don't care about anything.I even tried to take a tablet of medicine at a time, and ended up holding my stomach all night, the pain was unbearable.

To be honest, those nights I just relied on one sentence, I was Huangxuan Jin from the Jiangnan Huangxuan family to support me.

Secondary two, of course secondary two.

But that boy, he is my hero.

So in his story, he shared the pain and despair for me.

He struggled like a wild dog for me.

But he also fought for me in the barrenness, for me to live in the chaotic life with hope.

He gave me hope and courage, and gave me romance and open-mindedness.

I also think, and I think a lot.So when the two of them talked after drinking, Devin would say that he thought the disease was far away from him, but the stones thrown by God can be dropped by anyone after all.

Huang Xuanjin would tell the Black Widow, what does a normal person look like?