The new book has been released, still in SeventeenK.

The name of the book is "Immortal Change",Because it's the title of the book set by the website.,It seems that there is a book with the same name.,If you search.,Pay attention to the author's name.,It's troublesome.。

As for the type, you can refer to the previous Weibo. As I said, this is probably a combination of historical literature and Xianxia literature, although it may not be very good.

(Again, it's a cliché, writing is a difficult thing to reconcile, I will insist on being delicate and not routine, but I will definitely not repeat myself, I will not write according to someone's requirements, just like when you grow up, I will persist despite hours of abuse in a row.) So, don't force it if you don't like it. Maybe I'll write it in the future, and you like it again!)

Convenient friends, help come to Seventeen to collect it, and vote (no money is required). Thank you.

(In addition, I hope that readers can help inform each other through various channels.) Although we're just a little bit of people. Ha ha. ）

The new book period, please.

About the book:

1, this time the male protagonist, I hope the character is not so gentle, the logic is not so constrained and powerless, and even more decisive. When you grow up, because of your background, a lot of things that can be solved directly are going around and around, and you are very irritable!

2. My book is the same as waiting for you to grow up. Even I allowed the supporting characters to be more popular and more touching. I hope to depict a big river and lake.

3. The outline this time is much more complete than the last time. The details are finally sorted out. Let's hope we can make progress!

4. What are the types of new books?

It's probably going to be a more realistic and life-like Xianxia - what does it mean? It's a combination of history and Xianxia (I haven't seen a book like this, so I don't know if you can accept it, but you know, I don't care much about this)!

Key point: The monk also exists as a human being in the first place.

Under the background framework of Xianxia, I want to depict life, family, rivers and lakes, even the battlefield, daily emotions and so on......

Put a paragraph:

The land of summer, the southern region of the sky, the country of Qing.

A small deserted village, with more than a dozen families, scattered among the mountains and forests. At the east end of the village, there are two dilapidated adobe houses, pasted with faded window grilles and couplets, the center of which is the character "Xi", and the couplets are written horizontally...... "A hundred years of good harmony".

It was Xu Luo's secular home, and there was a girl in it, waiting for her husband who had traveled far away on the night of her wedding, and she had been pinching her fingers for two years.

The two mottled wooden doors of the hut were closed, and Fu Shan carried Xu Luo and turned to the back of the house.

"See for yourself. Lao Dao sighed and said: "You escaped on the night of your wedding, I have to say that there happened to be a convoy going to Xuancheng at that time, and I could pick you up, so you went in a hurry in order to catch the exam...... It doesn't take as long as two years to catch the exam, and you said that you traveled around to study. ”

"It's still a bad girl. Xu Luo glanced at it, and felt a little ashamed and lonely in his eyes.

The small window was half-open and half-closed, and the oil lamp in the window was like a bean, and under the lamp sat a girl of seventeen or eighteen, wearing a somewhat old and thin gray cotton jacket, and her long hair was tied with a silk handkerchief, revealing a delicate goose egg face, which was red from the cold.

The oil lamp emitted green smoke and smoked her, her big eyes were red, and her long eyelashes were wet and sparkling.

The girl pursed her lips with a focused expression, she was sewing a garment, her frostbitten hands froze from time to time, she took a breath of heat to her lips, and continued to wear the long thread.

This dress may have been sewn for a while, and when I picked it up and shook it off, I could already see the general appearance, it was not a woman's clothes, it was...... A scholar's robe.

Xu Luo was a little at a loss, and turned his head to look at Fu Shan.

"Look at the good work you've done. Xu Luo gritted his teeth.

"It's your business now...... Let's see for yourself. Fu Shan glared at Xu Luo angrily, carried him back to the front of the house, threw him to the door, turned around and stepped out, and disappeared.

"Bang. ”

Xu Luo lost his cultivation, and couldn't contain the inertia of his body falling for a while, staggered a few steps, and hit his head on the door.

The small wooden door, which was not very strong, creaked and swayed.

******

"Who?" began with a crisp voice, a little nervous. Then there is the sound of putting things down, the sound of moving stools, the sound of rummaging things...... Thin footsteps.

The flame of the oil lamp came out of the crack in the door, and the door was not opened, but it was pushed out, and a crack came out, and the half-cut blade of an old wood knife stretched out from the crack in the door, and the people in the door looked out with a pair of red eyes.

"Who?...... I'm calling someone if you don't speak!" the girl shouted with a forced composure.

Xu Luo turned his head to avoid the firewood knife above his head and got up from the ground.

The two of them just looked at each other through a crack in the door.

"Yike...... You ......"

"Bang dang. ”

At this point, he stopped, and there was no movement except for the firewood knife falling to the ground.

Xu Luo was a little embarrassed and grinned.

"Back to ...... Come on. The voice was a little choked, but there was no crying, no howling, only round tears, quietly, one after another, falling from the cheeks.

His lips trembled a little, and he tried to smile but struggled.

Xu Luoqing has been cultivating for a long time, and his feelings are indifferent, he has never felt this way, and his chest seems to be blocked by something all of a sudden.

Some of the female disciples who have just started on the Empty Immortal Mountain are always crying, it seems to be, but I don't remember, I just know that it is never such a way of crying. So, what kind of emotion is this, or how many emotions are mixed together, so that a woman will react like this when she sees her husband returning?

There was an impulse that had never been felt after years of practice, Xu Luo wanted to reach out and touch the hot tears on that little face.

"Hmm......" The woman reacted, raised her forearm to wipe her tears, and hurriedly opened the door, "Come in...... Enter the house. ”

I worked hard but couldn't get rid of the strangeness, the person in front of me was her husband, but on the wedding night, I didn't pick up her red hijab and traveled away, two years.

Xu fell into the house, and the girl bolted the door behind her and followed...... Xu Luo turned around and looked at each other.

I'm a...... It's very good-looking, Xu Luo thought about it, and remembered the name of his wife, Cen Xi'er, should she be called a lady, or Xi'er?

"Phase...... Xianggong, hurry...... It's hard, isn't it? Cen Xi'er whispered.

Xu Luo was carried all the way, just fell again, her green shirt was messy, full of mud, she took a step forward with one foot, as if she wanted to step forward to pat the dust for him and tidy up his clothes, but she still stopped alive, raised and put down her hands, and finally had to grab the corners of her clothes, very helpless.

"It's fine. Xu Luo smiled, and said in his heart that I can't tell you, I was carried all the way to fly tens of thousands of miles.

Xu Luo looked down at the appearance on his body, and then shook his shoulders slightly...... This is a habitual action, Xu Luo has been doing it for I don't know how many years, according to his expectations, as long as a little energy is released, the mud will all fall, and the green shirt will be as smooth as new.

It's a very chic action, but no, the plaster is falling a little, but the overall is more like a "pendulum".

"Is Xianggong cold? His clothes are thin. Cen Xi'er saw him suddenly tremble, and hurriedly said.

"Ah...... Be. "Elder Monk Yuanying, a little embarrassed.

Cen Xi'er hurriedly knelt on the bed, took out a dilapidated wooden box from the inside of the bed, opened it, and there were new men's clothes, shoes and socks, not much, but spring, summer, autumn and winter were ready, this was a woman who had been at home alone for two years, and prepared a stitch for her husband who traveled far away.

In fact, the two had only met once before they got married, and the matchmaker said that the girl's family wanted to see people, so Fu Shan took Xu Luo to stand outside the courtyard of Cen Xi'er's house for a while, and from a distance, the two had seen each other, and that's it.

At that time, Xu Luo's mind was full of how to escape and escape, and she didn't care, but Cen Xi'er put this look in her heart, it was her husband at a glance.

"Xi'er, my mother said you want to get married?" When they were about to get married, Chunzhi, a female playmate from the same village, asked Cen Xi'er.

"Hmm. Cen Xi'er nodded shyly.

"How did I hear that it was also a poor family?...... There are many people who propose relatives to your house, I remember that the housekeeper of the grandfather's house in the town has been here, and there are many well-to-do families. Harueda said lamentingly.

"What's that, slowly our family will be fine. Cen Xi'er raised her head, her eyes full of determination.

"Look at you, you haven't married yet, our family has come out, and you are in a hurry, what is that person?"

"But what about a good-looking person, tall, neat and neat appearance, or a talented man, with a literary temperament and a good face,......"

"Ouch, look at you...... Yes, good-looking Xiucai Gong, how can you look down on our peasant family?"

“…… Because I'm good,...... It's also pretty. Cen Xi'er blushed with shyness after speaking, yes, I'm fine, the little girl touches her face, it's also good-looking.

That year, Cen Xi'er was sixteen years old.

is also a girl from a poor family, in the matter of getting married, she also has her own little thoughts, small expectations, and little sweetness. Cen Xi'er chose the one she liked at a glance and liked it, and her father and mother did not object, how sweet it was.

Sixteen-year-old Cen Xi'er got married so sweetly, and then, it was the husband's wedding night's long trip, two years of lonely and difficult days, with the glance that fell on the bottom of her heart, coupled with the moral education of a secular woman, from the beginning to the end, two years, Cen Xi'er has never had a trace of resentment and regret.

It's a pity that all this, in the past two years, has never appeared in the heart of the distracted Yuanying Great Monk.