chinese novel
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The avalanche came too suddenly. No one had time to react. Snow covered the sky, blurring all vision. The village was buried under snow. It was as if the Duanmu clan had never existed. Xing Shuishui came to her senses and ran down, but couldn’t outrun the avalanche. Her feet slipped slightly, and her whole…
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Tang Ming looked at Ding Wenyang, thinking for a moment. Then he shook his head solemnly. “Not exactly. She’s still doing long-distance running these days, and she practices with the spear in the evenings,” Tang Ming explained to Ding Wenyang. Ding Wenyang understood the running part, but couldn’t follow Tang Ming’s train of thought: “Spear?”…
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Lu Yun was a hypocrite, pretending to be noble. He pushed Luo Lingyu against the corridor pillar, saying he would back off if she wasn’t willing. But he retreated very slowly. When she barely hooked her arms around his neck, he turned and pressed against her, his lips meeting hers. The crushed flower juice had…
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Through the Fusang leaf, Xing Shuishui saw the past and cried countless times. Back then, she thought the Sacrificial Platform was when he loved her most, but as memories unfolded, that was just the tip of the iceberg. Young love was too pure. She underestimated He Liansheng’s feelings. That stab must have hurt so much.…
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Due to the high popularity of Bai Lian, Ning Xiao, and others, today’s regular meeting drew much attention. Because of this, Liang Wuyu considered not giving a presentation and forgoing the points this time. If they were to present after Gao Yuan’s group today, there would surely be many rumors and speculations about their group,…
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As spring arrived, the weather fluctuated between cold and hot. It seemed like more people around were falling ill. Luo Lingyu initially wanted to visit Zhou Yangling to return the chime bells. She hoped to use this opportunity to get closer to “Zhou Young Master,” whom she had feelings for. However, Zhou Young Master was…
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In the golden autumn of September, during persimmon season, Xing Shuishui climbed up with a stool to pick persimmons, her sleeves rolled up to reveal fair arms. When He Liansheng returned, he saw her sitting on the tree trunk, staring blankly at the persimmon tree. He looked up at her in the tree, arms crossed:…
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Lu Xian once dreamed that the Prince of Hengyang became emperor, his cousin Luo became the empress, and Lu Yun died tragically. The Lu family, representing the aristocratic families, was suppressed by the imperial power. In his dream, he was horrified and furious. As a nobleman who usually indulged in landscapes, poetry, and paintings, seeing…
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Back when Mu Qiong didn’t return from the snow mountain, the Dong family was very understanding. They let Mu Shao take the Mu family name and join their family registry. Mu Shao indeed leaned more towards the Mu family’s way of linear thinking. “She studied calligraphy?” The Mu family didn’t pay much attention to such…
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In the autumn of the 3723rd year of Yuanyuan. Two years after they parted. The cultivation world had begun to gradually forget her. Lingshan held its autumn festival. It was an annual event only mountain disciples could attend, and such a grand occasion naturally included debates on the Dao. The debates covered swordsmanship, spellcraft, talismans,…