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"Yi Zheng Sheng" is a modern romance novel written by the author, Feng Ning and Xue Wu. The general plot of this novel is as follows: Who promised to be young, who left a memorable memory, who envied the beauty, who wrote a song of sorrow and joy, who separated from the north, who held hands with whom, who shared the same age, and who was the one who lived the rest of his life? So that was really the case. Meeting you was the best luck I had in this bad year. ---------------------------- Nan Xi Tan was an ancient romance novel written by the author. The general plot of this novel was: At the end of the song, the sound of the flute is far away, and a glance is ten thousand years. There was a female named Luo Li, who was a ranger. Her flute was very beautiful, but she did not easily play it for outsiders. Qi Xiao, the young general of the country of Wei, had "bumped into" Luo Li in the bamboo forest outside the city many times."The great general of the country of Wei has actually made things difficult for a little girl like me. If this gets out, you won't be able to face yourself, right?" She held the sword in her hand and the flute at her waist. She leaned against the bamboo and smiled. What a valiant woman. "Miss once promised me that if I could defeat you in sword techniques, you would play a song for me. These few months, you've gone back on your word many times. Why is that?" He smiled. "Moreover, only you and I know about this. How would others know?" In other words, if word got out, you would be more embarrassed than me. If you didn't say it, no one would know. Luo Li gritted her teeth and said,"Alright, I'll play a song for you alone on this day next month. General, just you wait." After saying that, he slipped away. Qi Xiao waited for a month, but what came was something he never expected. ---------------------------- Green Cloud Flute Fairy was a Xianxia novel written by a few authors. The general plot of this novel was: There is an ancient pavilion on Nanshan Mountain, surrounded by white clouds. The sound of the flute rose as the flowers fell, and the green fairy fell asleep under the pine. An immortal flute and a body full of righteousness was the capital for Huai Feng to travel between the immortal and mortal worlds. ---------------------------- The book,"Southern Song, Northern Goose" was a modern romance novel written by the author Ruo You Fu Sheng. The general plot of this novel was: The three childhood friends had gathered together before they graduated from university. It was at one of their funerals that the box of memories was opened. The flute was played, the wild geese returned to the north, and the melting snowflakes were youth. ---------------------------- The book,"The Joy of the Sheng", was a modern romance novel written by the author, Ye Yilan. The general plot of the novel was: Seven years ago, they left because they wanted to reduce the harm they could cause each other. Seven years later, leaving is just a form of release. Ah Sheng, guess if I will come back this time… ---------------------------- "The Guqin Disrupts the Monarch's Heart" was an ancient romance novel written by the author, Ji Ranyin. The general plot of this novel was: "The guqin had seven strings, and the ancient flute had six holes. Only the most elegant music could disturb the heart of a ruler, but who knew that the heart of a ruler was as hard as iron and could not be disturbed. Only the most beautiful woman could bewitch the world, but in the end, she did not bewitch the world. His six clans had been exterminated, and with the cold flames of revenge, he walked step by step through blood and stood at the highest point of the mountains and rivers, but he forced the woman he loved to slit her wrists and commit suicide. Chang 'an City Yao Yao hundred miles hibiscus flowers bloom just right, but without this person, who can I go with? After taking off the gorgeous clothes of the emperor and empress, she only wished that she was still the little junior sister who was waiting for her senior brother's return under the tree. Reading literature was like tasting wine. It took 381 days for Ah Yin to brew wine. This article involved many secrets of the boudoir. The food and clothing of the palace needed to be slowly tasted to be able to taste. Otherwise, it was no different from a cup of turbid water. Ayin slowly adjusted the wine, not caring whether there were people who drank it. If the wine was fragrant and mellow, there would always be people who knew it. quot;。 ---------------------------- "Blowing the Xiao" was an ancient romance novel written by the author, Gao Lou Mochizuki. The general plot of this novel was: May I ask how I blew my flute to the purple smoke, I once learned to dance to pass my youth. How can I refuse to die when I've achieved success? - I wish I could be a mandarin duck, not envious of immortals! An Yunchen and Xie Tianyao, the fiancée of the Space-time Police, entered the space-time tunnel in order to pursue Master Li, who had secretly driven away the spaceship. They did not want an accident to happen. The three of them fell into the Sui and Tang Dynasties and unexpectedly became figures in history. An Yunchen even learned about his own life experience. This time, it was a difficult problem. On the one hand, she was responsible for her work and loved her as much as a mountain, while on the other hand, she was like a beautiful flower and had a special liking for her. No matter which side he gave up, An Yunchen (Xu Maogong) understood that his life would no longer be complete… ---------------------------- "The Peerless Female Zither Player: Dancing Song" was a Xianxia novel written by the author Xiao Yinfeng. The general plot of this novel was: After being reborn in another world, she was just the sixth daughter of the Situ family in name only. In order to fulfill her promise, she did not hesitate to learn that person's zither skills. A pluck of the zither can hurt people by three points, and a fall of the zither will take a person's life. The Situ family, a wealthy family in ancient times, was full of undercurrents in order to rise to the top. They even did not hesitate to destroy the foundation of others. The descendants of the royal family, the sons of the county lords, and the martial artists of the pugilistic world had somehow gathered at the Zither Spirit Manor, stirring up the already murky water and causing the foolish killing intent to gradually surface. Would it be a success, or a failure on the verge of success, or the reappearance of another strange storm… ---------------------------- "The CEO's Wife's Love" was a modern romance novel written by Mi Xiaoxiao. The general plot of the novel was: Nan Xiao met Gu Sheng when he was 17 years old. Gu Sheng was 15 years old at that time. They were both at a good age. Nan Xiao saw Gu Sheng as his sunshine, conceitedly thinking that Gu Sheng would always be by his side and that he would wait for her to grow up and marry her. However, he did not manage to wait for Gu Sheng to grow up. At the age of 19, he lost Gu Sheng and lost South Peace State forever. Nan Xiao had searched for Gu Sheng for eight years and loved her for ten years. Eight years later, in S City, Gu Sheng returned to China… ---------------------------- "The Death of the Flute" was a traditional martial arts novel written by Fan Linlin. The general plot of the novel was: A song that breaks the heart, where can I find a bosom friend in the world? With a song, his soul flew away, and the Nine Nether King regretted it until now. What secret was hidden in this jade flute? Could Luo Hao escape the arrangement of fate in his previous life and present life? The new book, Li Fei's Funny Daily Life, was also released at Qidian. This one was more relaxed and humorous. If you like it, you can pay attention to it.

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Tian Nan and Mu Lan were the pen names of the Qidian Chinese Network writers Er Gen and I Eat Tomatoes respectively. Er Gen, whose real name was Liu Yong, was a contemporary Chinese online xianxia novel writer. His representative works were " The Rebel Immortal,"" Seeking the Demon,"" I Want to Seal the Heavens,"" One Thought of Eternity," and " Three Inches of Humanity." His works had a unique style and rich imagination, and were deeply loved by readers. I Eat Tomatoes, whose real name was Zhu Hongzhi, was a contemporary Chinese web novel author and a platinum author on Qidian Chinese Network. His representative works were Stellar Transformations, Coiling Dragon, Devour the Starry Sky, Desolation Era, Snow Eagle Lord, and Archean Eon Painting. His works were famous for their grand worldview, wonderful plots, and distinctive characters. While waiting for the TV series, he could also click on the link below to read the classic original work of " The Legend of Mortal Cultivation "!

Tian Xingjian is an important plot in the "Eight Dragons". The following is the full text of Tian Xingjian: Journey to the Central Plains Duan Yu and Xuzhu followed the Emperor of Dali, Duan Zhengchun, to the Central Plains. Along the way, they met many interesting people, such as the Sect Master of the Iron Palm Gang, the Xuanming Elders, and Duan Yu's foster father, Duan Zhengming. Duan Yu and Xuzhu also made two good friends. One was the Huashan Sect Master Yue Buqun, and the other was the Shaolin Temple monk, the sweeping monk. Iron Palm Gang Duan Yu and Xu Zhu came to the Central Plains and learned that the Iron Palm Gang was enemies with the Emperor of Dali, Duan Zhengchun. Therefore, they decided to go to the Iron Palm Gang to see if they could help the Iron Palm Gang fight against the Dali Kingdom. At the headquarters of the Iron Palm Gang, they met the gang leader, Xuan Ming Elders. They told Duan Yu and Xu Zhu that the gang leader was controlled by a mysterious person. This mysterious person was the biological father of Duan Zheng Chun's illegitimate son, Duan Yu. Duan Yu's Life Experience Duan Yu found out that he was the son of Duan Zheng Chun from Dali Kingdom. Xu Zhu also discovered the mystery of her birth. She was Duan Zhengming's sister and Duan Zhengchun's daughter. In order to solve the mystery of their birth, Duan Yu and Xu Zhu decided to go to Dali Kingdom to find Duan Zheng Chun and Duan Zheng Ming. The Mysterious Person In Dali, Duan Yu and Xu Zhu met a mysterious figure who claimed to be Duan Zhengchun's illegitimate son and asked to see Duan Zhengchun. Duan Yu and Xu Zhu followed this person to see Duan Zheng Chun but found that this person was actually a martial arts master. His name was Duan Yu and he was Duan Zheng Chun's biological son.

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Ten Miles of Red Maiden was a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. The whole poem was as follows: See the autumn wind in Chang 'an The grass and trees shake and fall, and the dew turns into frost. Fragrant flowers are jealous of the southern branch a lone tree with a thousand peaks, its shadow lonely. Ten thousand miles away, sad autumn is often a guest for a hundred years I've been sick and alone on the stage. Hard times, bitter hatred, frosty hair in downfall, I have just stopped drinking my cup of turbid wine. There are trees on the mountain, oh, trees have branches I like you, but you don't know. I don't know you, oh, endless hatred The more I hate him, the more I hate him. The dew is white from tonight the moon is bright in my hometown. I have a younger brother, but I'm scattered without a home, I ask about life and death. The letter is long but not long Besides, we haven't stopped fighting yet. Tonight I hear your pipa for a moment I think of home. I heard you sigh with your pipa I heard these words again and again. same is the end of the world Why should we ever know each other? I left the capital city last year He was bedridden in Xunyang City. There is no music in Xunyang I haven't heard the sound of music all year round. Living near the low and wet land of the river yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house. What do you hear in the morning and evening? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring River, flower morning, autumn moon night I often pour wine alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? it's hard to listen to my hoarse voice and mocking. Tonight I hear your lute It's like listening to fairy music. Don't say goodbye to playing a song I wrote "Pipa Song" for you. Thank you for saying this for a long time He sat back and played the strings. It's so sad that it doesn't sound like the sound of moving forward When the whole table heard this, they covered their faces and wept. Who cries the most among the guests? the green robes of Jiangzhou's Sima were wet.