Chapter 220
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This wasn't the first time he had read Longan's novel, but every time he read it, he would have a new experience. It was like a passerby lost in a world of ice and snow who saw a colorful aurora, like a person who had climbed over an iceberg and then saw a burning sea of fire, like a novel adventure in a rainforest. That was why I was willing to fill in the holes. As long as it was written by Tianyuan, I would be willing. Moreover, this desire was firmly planted in my heart the first time I read Longan's work, like a cactus seed.
The first time I read 'Yan Qing Tian', I was deeply moved and even more shocked. I understood Mu Xin and Huai Su's love for each other for decades. I also felt heartache for He Lanyou's suffering and her determination to jump into the underground river. When I read 'Vast Sea Song' again, I understood the love that could never come again. Fortunately, the world of mortals is long and everything can be redone. But I felt sad for Chu Feihuan. His love was like a vow engraved on the Stone of Three Lives. Even if it was placed in a dark corner, it would not change. It was incomparably deep and full of sorrow. Then came 'Fuyao'. I once again saw a proud, legendary woman. She was like a painting dyed with ink. Layers of water slowly swayed in all directions, forming circles of ripples. However, the ink did not disperse. The ink moved with time and slowly settled down. Her voice and smile stood on the paper, finally outlining her peerless beauty. She was not like an ordinary woman who relied on the wings of others. Her martial arts were unrivalled, her intelligence unparalleled. She used her blood and tears to compose a soul song that would never fade.
Meng Fuyao … a legendary woman who was more heroic than men. For the sake of the millions of people in the city, she charged into the enemy's camp alone and took the commander's head. In the end, she was outnumbered and forced to commit suicide in front of the city gate. She was the one who led the people into the thousand-year-old ancient tomb that no one could enter. She experienced many difficulties and was slowly passed through the traces of history without anyone knowing. For the sake of the person she loved, she would rather betray herself than others.
Meng Fuyao, who had a thousand faces, became the benchmark of that era.
Reading Longan's work, there were no complicated sentences. Every word was a gem. Moreover, it was not just a superficial realm of imagination, but a true story that really happened in the intersecting time and space of our world. It was like a gorgeous crystal ball, showing us everything that happened there. Words that revolved around a person and transcended all real things. That was the sense of reality.
I looked forward to Fuyao's story, eagerly waiting like many readers …
Heaven, Earth, Return, Yuan
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