From the plum blossom theft incident to the "abduction" of Ah Fei, secretly manipulating many martial arts masters, Lin Xian'er's actions seem to be just doing these things themselves, and there is no big goal in the long run. However, I always feel that such a boss-level character should not be just like this.

So are Lin Xian'er's behaviors a few steps of a big goal?

Does Lin Xian'er's final ending have anything to do with the shattering of her dreams?

“……”

Lin Xian'er doesn't seem to have a long-term goal in what she does........

That's because:

All of Gu Daxia's protagonists are men, without exception.

No matter how important the female character is, the purpose of her existence is to foil the male protagonist, and the same is true for Lin Xian'er.

In this book, Gu Daxia used Lin Xian'er to the point where there was no scum left, and let her appear wherever she was needed.

Therefore, Lin Xian'er flew around like a butterfly wearing flowers, and the biggest purpose was to thread the needle and thread, string the scattered plots like a chain of beads, and revitalize the whole story.

Create accidents, bluff gimmicks, create contradictions and conspiracies, and set off the height of the protagonist!

Lin Xian'er is not so much a woman as she exists as the opposite of a man.

She was as beautiful as a fairy in the sky, and as terrible as the devil.

There is no such thing as a beautiful woman in the world, as can be seen from the appearance of her hands: but the hands that are now displayed before his eyes are perfect and without defects, like a piece of finely carved and polished mutton fat jade, without the slightest variegation, and so soft, too fat if you add a point, and too thin if you lose a point, neither too long nor too short.

Even the most picky person will never find fault with it.

As the saying goes, it's hard to reconcile, and what can't be faulted doesn't exist in this world at all.

So, since there is no such woman in the world, why don't we have a sense of disobedience to Lin Xian'er's image when we read it?

may be because Lin Xian'er is the ancient hero's concentrated display of women's beauty in the book, and it is also a reflection of women's fear.

Of these two, Gu Daxia has done it to the extreme.

Lin Xian'er's personality is just like her beauty, ethereal and unpredictable at first glance, extremely scary when thinking carefully, and has a demonic depravity charm. When I read the text about Lin Xian'er, I didn't have time to doubt the authenticity of her image, so I was firmly attracted by her first.

This is probably because Lin Xian'er is a collection of desires, and every aspect of her beauty, every sowing discord, and every debauchery and deception can find a counterpart in reality.

She makes the bad so natural, without any guilt, and thus feels terrible, because in the book she is "sin" itself. Unprovoked sins and impulses of lust are precisely what every adult in a well-ordered world tries to avoid with reason.

Lin Xian'er took a step out of the crime, effortlessly, which was exactly what normal people's will feared and rejected what they wanted to become.

Lin Xian'er's image can stand, and the above one or two points must be considered comprehensively.

Lin Xian'er has appeared a lot of times and has had various relationships with many men (hehehe...... ）。

In this way, although she is a witch, she is far from female characters with similar settings who only conflict with the protagonist or one or two male characters, such as Murong Qiudi, Hou Ji, Yin Ji, Shi Guanyin, etc., etc., etc.

Considering the timing of the appearance of the character Li Xunhuan:

Xiao Li is a character tailored by Gu Daxia in all aspects in line with Gu Long's ideals.

Lin Xian'er, who was born under such circumstances, is also Gu Daxia's summary and push to the extreme of the witches he has written in the past.

From the results, it can be seen that Xiao Li and Xian'er are indeed the two insurmountable peaks of Gu Long's characters, and these two are the crystallization of Gu Long's early efforts and thoughts.

……。 ………。

Xian'er's ending is actually very much in line with Gu Long's taste that evil cannot defeat justice. -_-#

What she shows in front of everyone is her shell, and deep in her heart, she hopes that she is pure, especially for Ah Fei, she needs not only Ah Fei's protection for her, but more, she needs Ah Fei's love for her.

So, she did just that.

Because she knew that she was not worthy of Ah Fei's love, she used her own lewdness to cover up her innermost desire for purity, and used her lewdness to destroy her purity that could not be reproduced, and was satisfied in the contradictions.

Because she has always believed that Ah Fei really loves her, in fact, Lin Xian'er at this time, because of Ah Fei's "pure love" in her heart, she still has illusions about life.

Therefore, when Ah Fei broke free from the cage of love, Lin Xian'er completely gave up her self, because without love, she had lost the meaning of life and became a shell.

At this point, after the completion of the book, there is no good end.

This role can be described as a classic female character created by Gu Daxia, comparable to the existence of Huang Rong in Master Jin's Condor Shooting.

After all, Qiao Huang Rong has reached the late stage of the Condor, and her IQ is no longer good! [Covering his face/]

……

……

Although Xu Youxun was a little dissatisfied with Li Xusheng's writing, she also knew that it always was, but it was not for her to decide the right and wrong.

She feels that a plot like this is still up to the majority of netizens to decide.

Therefore, Xu Youxun was also excited, and directly released the manuscript!

And then......

By the time she woke up, it was too late!

……

For Li Xusheng's update speed, nearly 10,000 words a day, whether it is slow or fast, and whether it is fast or fast, so under normal circumstances, most netizens are quite calm.

Of course, there are some of them, but only a few.

However, today, a different story has changed.

……

"I'll go, I'll go...... Am I reading it wrong? What ......is the word count of this update?"

"My God, it's nearly 500,000 words? 😂😂😂

"MMP, this must be the wrong way I opened it? This update ...... word count?"

"It's absolutely like drinking too much, and it's a big rhythm of every 10,000 years, how can it be like this?"

"Hehe, whatever you say, I've finished reading it anyway!"

"Honestly, why do labor-management feel more and more tragic the more they look at it?

"Sure enough, it's still the same routine, first raised and then suppressed, this one is a tragedy. ”

"Although it looks like it's not finished, the plot behind it can basically be guessed!"

Indeed, throughout the whole text, based on my personal understanding of Li Xunhuan in the book,

Li Xunhuan

Such a pale face, such slender fingers, such a faint smile, with a faint warmth, but also with a faint sadness, and the wine glass that refuses to leave the hand, the statue in the hand that can never be carved.

A unique knife in the sky and on the earth, a unique person in the sky and on the earth.

Uniqueness means not only nobility, but also loneliness, deep loneliness.

Li Yuan's red plum blossomed again, reflecting the white snow, and she was very energetic, but the girl whose face was whiter than snow and whose clothes were more gorgeous than plum could no longer wait for her sweetheart.

She hesitated, waited, and finally put on a beautiful red wedding dress, this situation, she may have fantasized countless times, but she didn't expect it, but it was for someone else.

He has left, leaving her life and her love.

Since then, the end of the world has been strange, and from then on, it has nothing to do with you.

When the red candle in the cave room is extinguished without a word, isn't everything a foregone conclusion?

Haggard face, the wind and dust have passed, I thought that I had forgotten the unforgettable bones of the past, all of them are no match for the surging water, the rapid passage of the year. When dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth, everything will eventually be light.

And why did he return, and why did he leave?

His hand shook, as if he could no longer be as steady as a rock, that case of flying knife without false hair, it was originally a sharp blade, hurting others and himself, let the heavens and the earth go, always unable to avoid.

The name of the knife - call for love.

He is a romantic Tanhualang, with unlimited scenery in his life, and his glory is like the sky, with an unstoppable edge.

However, he is also a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, his kindness is higher than the sky, greater than the sky, and his heart is not repaid, how can he rest assured?

A grateful heart actually buried the lifelong happiness of the three people, and they all said that right and wrong in the world are like black and white, and they can no longer be confused, why do they make such a big joke?

The prodigal son has tears, and the beautiful woman breaks her bowels.

Who is wrong, and how can true love be wrong?

Isn't this the so-called bad fate?

Poured another glass of wine, and a wisp of imperceptible sweetness floated on the corner of his mouth, which was the carefree frolicking in the snow back then?

Another cloud of melancholy hits, and people can't help but want to touch his good-looking eyebrows.

Again, and again, it was difficult to calm down.

The person he loved the most left him, and his best brother misunderstood him, but he always did not complain or blame You

There was only a long sigh, lingering in the setting sun.

The most beautiful text I have ever seen about him is that he is a person who regards life as art.

In order to appreciate the beauty of eternal tragedy, he even sacrificed himself, and was willing to use misunderstanding and sadness to make the most gorgeous background on the stage of life.

I just want to be like Sun Xiaohong, bravely run in front of him, and just ask: Are you worth it?

He still just smiled, so faintly, as if a thousand words had been uttered.

That smile is so beautiful that people just want to cry and get drunk.

It is as beautiful as a meteor in the sky, and like a flame in which a moth pounces.

His name is Xunhuan!

Life is too short, how happy is it?

For example, the morning dew is shortly gone. Why not drink and have fun?

If you are looking for joy, why not be happy?

This is the confusion of many people, and they are puzzled.

He slowly put down his wine glass, stood up, and said word by word: In life, there are always many things that have to be done, even if you don't know what it is for.

His pale face shone with a holy light, and no one in heaven and earth seemed to be taller than him.

Lu Xun said fiercely: No one will be forgiven.

But he said: Forgiveness is the greatest virtue in the world.

I couldn't help it again: you forgive others, but who will forgive you?

Can the woman who may spend the rest of her life in tears really forgive you? Can the innocent child who has to bear hatred forgive you?

He was silent.

I regret that I shouldn't have stabbed him in the heart for the most painful part.

Perhaps, this is the price that a woman in the world must pay for falling in love with a myth that should not be in this world.

They love, originally, this should be enough, the true meaning of love, is to forgive everything.

However, under the sunset, his figure is still lonely, and his steps are vicissitudes.

The last flying knife that did not go out was in his heart, and he couldn't pull it out or let it go.

I called him: If there is an afterlife, remember to do happy things with your lover, and don't ask if it is a catastrophe or fate.

He laughed silently, and that smile was still as bright as a flower.

and then to Ah Fei.

The lonely and proud boy drifted away until his figure disappeared lonely into the horizon.

And his name remained, and it became clearer and clearer, so clear that people could see him so lonely and proud in everyone's sight.

It was a snowy day, a snowy day, not a gift from God, but a deliberate test from God. His clothes are so thin, his face is so pale, and between heaven and earth, it seems that he is the only one, a lonely and incomparable thing.

Fortunately, the window of a carriage was gently pushed open, and a man called out to him in a voice that seemed to be impossible to refuse, and invited him to have a glass of wine.

The man's face was almost as pale as his, but the man's smile, like a spring breeze, like the rising sun, melted the ice and snow that was frozen in the world and in his heart that he thought would never melt with warmth.

It was the first person he had ever met in the human world, and this man had become his best and perhaps only friend in life.

The great gift that God gave him after the test made him use it for the rest of his life.

That great man, with his personality, made him an upright man.

And before stepping into the human world, he was a wolf, a sword, a child without a father and a surname.

Everyone should have their own father, and everyone should have their own surname, but everything that is ordinary in the eyes of others is a lifelong dream that he can never achieve, and it is the other side of happiness that he can never reach.

Ice and snow began to devour his life and consume his soul from the moment his mother told him, "There is no good person in the world, don't trust anyone", right?

We only know that his name is Ah Fei.

His mother, the only relative in his life, only gave him such a name, a simple two words, what kind of past and bitterness are behind it, but he understated it, brushed it aside, and did not want to talk about it with others, but let people guess and experience it by themselves.

A name without a surname, a sword without a scabbard, and indifference and hostility towards the entire human world, this is almost all of his wealth.

But he was not a poor man, he was always the fastest swordsman in the world, the greatest friend in the world, and the passion in his nature that could not be concealed by ice and coldness, strong as fire and wine.

He responded to the great friendship with his enthusiasm, and also with his enthusiasm, madly fell in love with a woman.

A man like him, lonely, arrogant, falling in love with a woman, and getting her love, and then quietly releasing all his grievances and loneliness in her arms, perhaps, this is a great happiness.

And is it this woman who is as beautiful as an angel and a devil in his heart, or is it the supreme and perfect love itself in his own heart?

When a swordsman puts down the sword in his hand, when a prodigal son puts down the wine in his cup, when he and his beloved face day and night will count the seventeen plum blossoms blooming on the tree, I think, his heart is still lonely.

But he still insisted on singing this emotional drama with only one person until the curtain finally ended. There is no audience, no applause, the actor and the audience are only himself. This may never have anything to do with the woman's initial hypocrisy and the tears of her eventual awakening.

However, if this is the case, where does the lingering sadness in his eyes come from?

It is the swordsman who is amorous, but the sword is ruthless. However, how can an amorous person wield a merciless sword?

Since the sword is ruthless, why is it that it hurts an amorous person?

Who can answer these questions?

And goodbye, he has changed, from a young man in his prime to a nameless middle-aged man. His sword was gone, except for a short club, casually stuck at his waist.

But we know that some things will never change. His eyes piercing the soul, his sweet and bitter past, and the great friendship that didn't need too many words to move the world.

But he became able to smile, and that smile seemed to be exactly the same as the smile that blew away the ice and snow in his heart many years ago, warm and moving.

Ah Fei, Ah Fei who uses a sword, Ah Fei who falls in love with love, Ah Fei who can laugh, and Ah Fei who has undergone painful transformation and regained his life.

Was he a man of great misfortune or a man of too much luck?

In short, he was not destined to be an ordinary person, although he had such an ordinary name.

Luck and misfortune are also a kind of fate, and the most extraordinary thing about him is that he is detached.