"Talisman paper, wooden swords and scriptures, pure ancient methods of exorcism, are no longer popular now. Even sorcerers have to carry a 200-jin incense burner for self-defense. If you don't practice martial arts, you can't even swing it. It's said that it's better not to draw talismans for ten years. You must practice hard qigong first!" "But, can martial arts and exorcism be professionally matched?" "Haha, go around and ask around, who dares to say that they are more professional than me? No one~~ knows exorcism better than me~~!" In his early years, Chu Tianshu didn't know how wild he would be in the future. He honestly took medicine to keep healthy, occasionally killed a few dirty things, and planned to make more money on the next order. Until he awakened a token. Guns and cannons are ringing everywhere, the world is in turmoil, and there are echoes on the border. The sorcerer is making a cat spit out worms, the old thief is setting up a platform to snatch life, the ambitious leader of Henglian is very ambitious, and the reclusive boxer has moved... The dynasty is revived, but the remnants of chaos have not yet been settled. The remaining soldiers have become ghostwriters, and they are hunting down criminals. They don't talk about morality, but only about three meals and wine money. It's a pity that the blood of the soldiers is too hot and too fragrant, and more than just living people have been cut off by their protective knives... Green mountains and clear waters, galloping horses in the rivers and lakes, the young heroes are still full of vigor, and the big bosses are decadent. The gang leaders want to cover the north and south of the country with their reputation, and the killer's sword moves have given birth to evil spirits... Chu Tianshu fell in love with the feeling of being in a foreign land and hitting hard with every punch, but he found that here in his hometown, he is also more and more hopeful, and there are surprises everywhere. Ghosts and monsters, dark clouds covering the sun, unmanned boats ferrying snakes and rats, brides getting married in tree holes, feathers floating in the building, green clothes at the bottom of the river, old cats teaching boxing, corpses racing... Young people, if you are still alive in this world, you should practice hard, practice hard, and develop a body of overwhelming courage! Then you can... stroll in the garden, cross the Yangtze River, and look at the vast Chu sky!

"Lady, please stay."

"Tell you what, you're going to be in trouble in six months!"

On the streets of the East Market of Xueyue City in the Beili Dynasty, Su Chen, who was setting up a fortune-telling stall, stopped a man and a woman.

Specifically, there is a handsome, slightly gray-haired, and elegant man and a woman wearing a bronze mask, with a graceful figure and fair skin. She is undoubtedly a rare beauty in the world.

Hearing Su Chen's words, the two stopped and turned to look at him.

The world is abnormal as a demon

The spirit of the thing is the essence

Lingering soul is tricky

Strange things

Sili Xiaoli, formerly known as Crouching Tiger, was set up by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to treat witchcraft and catch traitors.

Resurrection of spiritual energy and mystery on a global scale, human beings are groping and embarking on the path of spiritual practice. The ghosts and ghosts hidden in the legends emerge one by one. There are still countless demons shaking in the shadows. It is a museum that no one cares about. The tiger waist card made Wei Yuan the last lieutenant of the present day, and took him to many strange things throughout the ages.

The strange things of ancient and modern times, the son does not talk about strange powers, but does not speak or listen to it.

Cut it temporarily.

An eight-faced Han sword, cut all the sprites.

Life and death are determined, and the way of heaven is deliberate.

When Wei Yuan was finally able to lie down on a wooden chair and squint in the sun in the peaceful years, countless demons and ghosts had been sealed in the museum behind him.

Transmigrating to a martial arts world, Li Fusheng becomes an unlucky doctor who accidentally exposes someone's infidelity and is subsequently retaliated against. On the verge of death, Li Fusheng awakens a cultivation assistance system, which allows him to randomly obtain items upon killing his targets... From then on, no amount of conspiracy or powerful enemy can compare to the power of his cheat system, allowing him to sweep through everything and attain immortality.

The Reticent Blade is, first and foremost, a wuxia novel, meaning that the world and its character’s powers and abilities are more grounded. Instead of cultivators who can soar through the heavens and shatter planets, you will find martial artists who can still perform superhuman feats but not so fantastical as to tear through space or achieve immortality.

The world of The Reticent Blade is one of medieval China, loosely based upon the time period of the Ming Dynasty. It is a time of chaos and strife, where war and death are rampant. We follow the intertwining story of several protagonists and antagonists as they navigate the chaotic times, unraveling the threads that connect the past, the present, and the future of the world.

The Reticent Blade is a story of heroism, love, revenge, and cruelty.

The Reticent Blade is a story of both the righteousness and vileness of the Jianghu.

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Official Blurb:

Someone once asked me, "What is the jianghu?"

I thought for a moment, and what came to mind was…

A jug of unrefined wine on a weathered table,

A lone silhouette fading into the distance under the setting sun,

A nameless grave bathed in moonlight,

The smoldering incense in my grasp, its final wisps dissipating.

They then asked me, "Where is the jianghu?"

I smiled faintly and lifted my gaze beyond the window. Out there, beneath the vast heavens, countless jianghus lay.

A single soul carries his own story.

When two paths cross, a jianghu is born.

After Jiang Chen obtained the delivery system of the heavens, he began his life of delivering food across the heavens.

Give Doraemon a Dorayaki and reward Bamboo Dragonfly.

Give Hong Qigong a beggar chicken, and reward the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Send ten altars of good wine to Jiu Jianxian, and reward Shushan's swordsmanship.

Send bananas and peaches to Monkey King at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, and reward seventy-two transformations.

...

Jiang Chen was just silently delivering food, but before he knew it, he realized that he was already invincible.

Reborn as Lin Pingzhi, I didn't want to be a villain! Don't force me! As you wish, watch me become the villain boss! Linghu Chong: "Your junior sister is mine, I don't want her anymore!" Murong Fu: "I'm just a younger brother!" Gongzi Yu: "Boss, don't kill me!" Fu Hongxue: "Can you not use your sword?" The Sweeping Monk: "Young people have no martial ethics!" Zhang Sanfeng: "Your tail juice!" ... This is a martial arts fan work, please don't criticize it if you don't like it! [Thanks to the readers who support 17K]

Holding a cicada in your hand doesn't necessarily mean holding the whole summer; holding a sword, however, means holding onto the world of martial arts.

Holding a three-foot-long sword.

Dream of becoming a sword god revered by thousands, and be an invincible sword immortal.

Sever the pagoda of the sect leader and knock off His Majesty the Emperor's crown.

He laughed loudly: "The eight kings of zither, lute, pipa, and lute, the four little devils of demons and monsters, fight alone with a single sword, and can be taken down with a single hand."

In order to honor my daughter as God, I did all the bad things, but in the end, she stabbed me to death with her own hands for a stinky scholar...... Now that I have been reborn, what kind of throne, what rights, what love is there, I just want to lie flat!

Empress: "The court is full of your henchmen, you tell me that you just left your hands alone?"

Daughter: "Since you promised me to be with Liu Lang, you will find him an official and a half-position"

Me: "When you eat hot pot, don't talk to me about anything."

[Triple cultivation of Buddhism, Daoism, and Confucianism]

Born at the pinnacle, Wen Jiutian—the eldest grandson of the Wen family and its future master.

Living in the mortal world, he desires only three things: lust, blades, and wine.

He calls himself “the Three-Good Student of the human world.”

With one slash, he rends the heavens.

Cursed body of calamity.

Heaven-devouring demonic technique.

“I live among mortals—who dares claim to be an immortal?”

Wen Lin: Oh right…