Comprehensive martial arts pen to punish the world

"We always use our own ideas to evaluate and measure other people's lives. Even if it turns out that we are wrong, we will still shirk it as the other's impersonal responsibility."

Fusu's new book "Winter Plum Snow" is published, whether it's true fans or black fans or zombie fans who don't know how to pretend to understand, they all fell into a state of bewilderment.

The books written by Fusu always complement each other with their exquisite covers, but most of the time, Fusu’s cover paintings are quite Zen-like. Even if there is love between men and women in the text, it will only make people feel that Fusu is expressing emotion with emotion. Foretells the truth.However, this new book "Winter Plum Snow" is the first time that a man and a woman are framed together, a pair of men and women drifting away against the background of red plums in the snow, the red clothes are gorgeous, and the white clothes are swaying.The red plums withered and shattered red, leaving only scorched branches, facing the wind and snow unyieldingly.

"Fusu Jiang is exhausted, and he will be in the world."

There were rumors and gossips all over the place for a while, but no one cared about them. More people just sighed "It's a mediocrity not to be envied by others", and then calmly opened the book.

At first glance, this seems to be a love story between two people, poignant, warm and happy.The woman in red is wielding the saber technique of the desert, her face is as beautiful as a beautiful flower, but when she smiles, the sky is high and quiet, she is peaceful and elegant.The man in white clothed in the wind and snow is a sword fairy who is far away from the world of mortals and walks alone in the blue sky. He draws his sword and shatters the sky, moving the nine heavens with one sword, but he gently stretches out his sword-holding hands to caress the scorched body that has been burned by the flames. Bone-shaped cinnabar red plums.

When these two people met, it was clear that the warm ice collided with the cold flame, absorbing each other's warmth, the moment they stretched out their hands, the moment has become forever.

The women in the boudoir who have never practiced martial arts will look forward to the lovesickness between the two, and the literati will quarrel with each other because of their departure from the scriptures, but only those who practice martial arts will break out in sweat.

The rivers and lakes in the book are deformed and distorted rivers and lakes - people pursue the ultimate "law", pursue exquisite sword moves, and pursue rare martial arts cheats in the world. For this reason, morality and conscience were thrown away, and the fight was broken.Originally, in the eyes of most Jianghu people, there is nothing wrong with it. Massacres of other families for a copy of martial arts secret books often happen in Jianghu. There is no such thing as right or wrong.

But in this monstrously deformed arena, two such people suddenly appeared—one is not bound by common sense, and the other has seen through the world, innocent and clean.

Gu Xueji's sword is not "swordsmanship", but "the way of the sword". He draws the sword and unsheaths it, even if it is the simplest and straightforward move, it is enough to amaze the whole Jianghu; , precisely because her saber technique is like a gust of wind, without any rules.But these two people are extremely strong in the Jianghu, even if they are not tolerated by the world, they still join hands together.Fusu's writing of stories like this would have aroused the dissatisfaction of many martial arts people. After all, a writer who doesn't know martial arts or not, but makes a fuss like this, isn't it ridiculous?

Therefore, what is really scary is that these martial arts practitioners read the words in the book, but find that they are powerless to refute even after exhausting their own words.

"It is often said in the world that the only thing that can't be broken in martial arts is fast, but few people know that the extreme of fast is slow, and the end of slow is fast, but at the end of slow, the realm of fast is completely different."

"Drawing the sword is for one's own body, and forging the sword is for questioning one's heart. Facing the raging flames in front of the sword casting furnace, what is being tortured is one's own life, and what is being beaten is the swordsman's original intention of not regretting."

"When you draw your sword, what you dance out is the hard work of the predecessors. When I draw my sword, what I cut is the unpredictable wind of the desert. This is the difference."

Although the meaning of these words is mysterious and mysterious, those who have achieved a little in the way of martial arts have to admit that this is really the truth.If some people still thought that such remarks were too ridiculous at the beginning, then when martial arts leaders such as Cihang Jingzhai, Shaolin Temple, and Wudang School suddenly became interested in Fusu, all the disputes were calmed down.

Ordinary people are noisy, but the rivers and lakes are strangely silent. There is only a kind of self-repressed excitement, which ferments and swells quietly.

"Mr. Fusu must be a peerless master who has comprehended the path of martial arts."

When hearing this remark, Mu Shu was looking at the head jewelry with the master's nephew Ye Zhiqiu. Hearing this, he just licked the candied haws expressionlessly.

#Thank you, my brothers. #

#Thank you for your good Chinese friends Ximen Chuixue, Li Xunhuan, and Yidianhong. #

#Thank you masters for their idealism in the world of martial arts. #

As far as Mu Shu himself is concerned, relying on brainstorming without putting in actual effort is simply a pavilion hanging in the air, extremely gorgeous and illusory.Even if the so-called principles of martial arts are useful, they must be based on a solid foundation of martial arts. Among the few sects that are curious about Fusu, which one is not a master of martial arts with a century-old heritage?They certainly do not lack master-level masters, so they really resonated.But those people who are lacking in martial arts but still yell that what they say is justified, aren't they the real people who are laughable?

Mu Shu was biting the candied haws, the corners of her lips were stained with icing sugar, but she was a little lost in thought—but what she really wanted to say was not these.

#不吃到最后，You will never know what kind of glass slag is mixed in it. #

All the heated debates and depressions finally disappeared on the day when the second volume of "Dongmei Xue" was released, and there was an instant silence.

When Mu Shu writes books, she seldom sells them in copies. As she once said, whether a story can touch people's hearts depends on the rich rendering and contrast.

But this time the story is different.If we say that the first volume of "Dongmei Xue" depicts a pair of lovers and the rivers and lakes, and the story of happy love and enmity reveals romantic lovesickness, then the second volume of "Dongmei Xue" depicts the ever-intensifying conflicts and conflicts. A slow, hopeless and irreversible step toward the abyss.

The red plums bloom more and more colorfully, and the flames burn more and more blazingly; the ice and snow are getting colder and colder, and the heart of Taoism is getting stronger and stronger.

Gu Xueji finally made a choice between swordsmanship and love. This white-clothed sword fairy with a heart like ice and snow completely turned into the silent falling snow on the Cangshan Mountain. His warmth was suppressed, leaving only biting coldness.

Dong Hongmei was by his side, watching him gradually find his way of swordsmanship, watching him let go of her little by little, and finally left him with a smile on his lips, and returned to Beidi.

Gu Xueji was martyred for the road, the sword, and the only thing she cared about in her cold and lonely heart; Dong Hongmei was martyred for love, for the country, and for all the persistence and righteousness she had been obsessed with.

Dong Hongmei has never given up on her persistence in her life, and Gu Xueji is probably the only time in her life that she gave up.

Alone, he entered the royal family of the northern kingdom, assassinated the emperor and the orthodox blood of the royal family at that time, and even the baby in the swaddle was not spared.She used the most shameless means in the world in exchange for the collapse of the North Kingdom and the long-term peace of the border.Unscrupulous, shameless, and bearing a lifetime of infamy, with scars all over her body, she was as happy as a bird returning to its nest.She returned to Gu Xueji's side again, watching his eyes that had been getting colder by the day warmed up again, in the wind and snow, she smiled happily like never before.

"Don't come over, and I won't go either." She held on to her blood-colored sleeves, a color she had loved since she was a child, and now the heavy blood-color is worthy of the name.

Gu Xueji had never seen her in such a state of embarrassment. The woman standing in the wind and snow was pale and thin, and the words she spoke intermittently were accompanied by fresh blood on the corners of her lips.

"I came here because I just wanted to tell you something." The voice was hoarse like a bellows and frighteningly weak, and the next moment, it turned into catkins in the wind.

"Never leave life, never abandon death, at least, I did the latter."

Although the red plum is not a flash in the pan, the life of the flower is only the short-lived world.

The snow in Cangshan has stayed for a long time, and the red plums will bloom again in the coming year, but it is no longer the same as before.

After the flame burns everything, it will go out by itself. The wind and snow have been blowing for so many years, and only the snowy day can remind him of the years separated by flashy light and shadow.

Such contradictions in their life, the red plums are beautiful but short-lived, the ice and snow are desolate but Liao Yuan.So the flowers bloomed for a moment, and the wind and snow continued, and they stayed together year after year.

"Sword Immortal Gu Xueji, what happened in the end?"

"I'm old, dead, let go, and the last thing I see may be that man's bright and bright smiling face."

When she saw the female Tibetan sword disciple silently crushing the teacup in her hand with tears and repeatedly kneading it into slag, Mu Shu felt that she wanted to eat a melon to calm down.Feeling that his life safety was threatened like never before, Mu Shu struggled and ran to his elder brother's house, shivering, and kept chanting Amitabha, so good.

The transition between the two books was not abrupt, but the connotation and meaning of the whole book became blurred, and no one could clearly say what Fusu wanted to express in this book.

"Sentient people love fiercely, and ruthless people miss them all their lives. One book can contain all kinds of depression and hesitation, but it writes two completely different kinds of sorrow. Does Fusu write about the love between men and women? It seems not. Then Is what he wrote about the way of martial arts? It seems not. Just like this book, who is ruthless and who is sentient, how can you tell clearly?"

After writing a book that "no one can tell", Mu Shu was so happy that he was so happy that his annoying apprentice finally didn't sell Amway with reading comprehension this time, he was so happy.

It wasn't until Zhu Qiqi cried and threw the book into Ximen Chuuxue's arms that Mu Shu belatedly realized that the mission was not over.

But since the system has passed her proposal, it proves that the task can be completed, right?

She was very calm in her heart, and even felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness. She spent nearly ten years trying to change someone else's face. How can she be happy when she succeeds?

This is not accidental, it is inevitable, hard work will pay off, that's all.

When hearing the message from the system that the task was completed, Mu Shu lay down on the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep. In her dream, she had gone through two lifetimes, and every story she wrote became reality.Seeing Qu Zhushu's tears of remorse, watching Liu smiling while holding a handful of sand, watching Dong Hongmei fall on the snow, watching Gu Xueji walk through the long years alone, the most desolate snow has settled in his eyes.

Such an exhausting dream has exhausted all my efforts and emotions, and melted into words.

Big Dream Three Lives, Big Dream Three Lives, didn't the author just put his heart and soul into writing, and finally wrote his own life?

Volume Four