I am a sword fairy in the age of doom

Chapter 68
Hello everyone, with your support all the way, this book will be on the shelves around 12:[-] noon today. As usual, it will be delivered on the auspicious eighth shift.

Well, let’s talk about this book by the way, Lazy Bird is really an old bird since he wrote novels. He doesn’t have much accumulation in his stomach, but his beak is getting sharper and his skin is getting thicker.

The old bird originally wrote Xianxia, ​​when he was young, he didn’t know what Xianxia was, so he just looked at Piao Miao, mortals, Xianni, etc., imitating them, making them laugh out loud, looking back today, I can’t bear to see them.

Over the years, I have been like a silly boar, I have written many messy genres on a whim, but I dare not touch Xianxia again.

Because the older I get, the more unshaven my beard is, the more I have been polished as smooth as a marinated egg in society, the more I dare not, let alone touch the dreams I once had when I was young.

I feel unworthy, and I am afraid that I will be tarnished by this tacky, greasy middle-aged appearance all over my body.

But occasionally in the dead of night, I wake up alone, like a dream or waking up, this body is floating, I don’t know what year, no daily trivial things are entangled, but I will think of something.

What is Xianxia?

I am dull, I am stupid, my pen is clumsy, and my heart is also clumsy.

In fact, I do not know.

I don't deserve a definition.

To me, Xianxia is like the Desert of Dharma, it is on the other side, and I am on the other side.

It's also like the young me, and the potbellied me, one on the other end and the other on this end.

Unfortunately, I can't remember what it was like when I was younger.

I think I am old.

When a person reaches middle age, everything is sad.

I sometimes even ignore and forget that I was young too.

Sometimes I read the sentence that the sword is not ready, the rivers and lakes are when you go out, the thousand sails are gone, and you are still a young man when you return, it is just indifferent.

After all, I am just an ordinary mortal.

But to my surprise, I was so depressed to the extreme, so desolate to the extreme, after I recognized my state, I actually had a little bit of brain light.

I still don't know what Xianxia is.

I still can't remember the dream when I was young.

But it doesn't stop me from looking for it.

Just start from this moment.

My pen is my eyes, my thinking is my direction.

The scenery along the way should have you.

See you on the road.

Be there or be square!
(End of this chapter)