OVA 12 Today's Bright Moon＊The Book of Burning Lotus
Where is the bright moon today in the Qin Dynasty?
Carrying the ever-changing passage of time, pursuing the young man here.
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Not all people in the night fog are sleeping in a vast world.
Late at night, drizzle was falling outside the dark window.
The computer screen changes alternately.
What is being broadcast is a clip in front of the Shengxian Building. Professionals in neat suits are lined up in front of the motorcade, with cold-toned car windows, a solemn background, and several celebrities and screen stars.
The continuous picture was suddenly cut off obviously, and then...
A young man came out of the car and Shaosi immediately clicked pause.
What's left on the screen is a beautiful picture. In a square as dazzling as a sea of stars, the car door shines with luxurious light. The light and shadow make the person look like a dream...
Page flipping.
In the complicated title column, I finally found clues about the young man - Fusu, the young director of the Ying Group.
The light in the room was dim, my eyes stopped on the still screen, and my fingers rested on the mouse thoughtfully for a long time.
There is also a lamp on the table.
A cool breeze blew in through the curtains, randomly turning over the scattered white papers piled on the desk, and then, like a strong wind from the ground.
Shaosi sat among the flying debris, her eyes calm, as if she was looking at the dazzling life.
When the last flying page fell silent in front of her, she picked up the pen and wrote four beautiful fonts in the middle:
"The Book of Lotus"
The slender fingers brought out the sense of strength.
Then, what she wrote was the beginning of a story:
"What I have to do has exceeded my ability to cope, so what I can do is to be firm in my choice, even if the consequences are catastrophic... Because I am just an Avenger who is still alive in the world. - Brand
lotus"
The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.
Lightning tore through the night sky, and the entire city suddenly shone as bright as day.
For six whole years, I lived in isolation and hatred.
An arrogant creature, unwilling to wither his life, is just a little insect dormant in the situation. See how it desperately seizes the opportunity, makes the best use of the situation, and does the right thing at the right time. You know, it may not turn into a human being.
A dragon is like reaching for the stars when you reach high. You may not be able to catch anything, but at least you won't catch a handful of mud.
"Neither heaven nor hell can give you comfort. We are alone, small, lonely, struggling and fighting each other. I pray to myself, I pray for myself."
Undoubtedly, on the vast shore of life, in pursuit and struggle, you are fighting alone.
Life is a puzzle that is more real and eye-catching than novels and movies, but there are always some parts that tease us in confusion and hinder our search. Listen to the teachings of wise men, no matter whether you are a prince or a defeated bandit, there is always something in the chaos.
How fascinating is it to be juxtaposed with us, with exhortations polished by the wind and snow?
She didn't want to wait any longer.
The next day, she did not go back to work part-time during the holiday.
The orbit of the sun's disc moves towards the equator, and the temperature rises day by day, getting further and further away from the frosty and freezing weather in December. In the early morning without bright light, the remaining starlight can only appear as light gray outlines in the fog.
, under the condensed sky is a patchwork of neon light and shadow.
The sound coming from the axis of time is mixed with youthful dreams and decadence, like a play. Through the dim halo of the object, a feeble light shines and flies by quickly. Even the most keen camera cannot capture it.
I saw that I had been wandering in the gray area of my soul for a long time.
In this glitzy world where economics and efficiency dominate too many things, the aura of God shines more brightly on the devil than on ordinary people. Therefore, this is an era where the devil is rampant and absorbs money.
The world is so dangerous, she needs to be mentally strong!
The morning on the Cape is light and foggy.
On both sides of the road, there are still unnamed greenwood forests. The wind is cold and stirs up a cloud of dust, dotted with rolling desolation. The sharp reminder of time interrupts the hazy confusion of youth, so Shao Si wipes his eyes and flees.
Speeded up the pace.
The one-week part-time job has come to an end. A certain kind of neglected impetuosity has already occupied half of my heart. The few remaining days feel like they are fading day by day. I don’t know when my dreams and perseverance have become so pressing that most of them have been hollowed out.
The dark perspective keeps turning. In the cold breakfast shop, the crackling fire echoes the boiling oil pan. The heat of the cooked food renders a golden warmth in the cold air, blending into the morning mist, which is blown away by the wind.
The boss's incomprehensible face was hazy.
You can always see the rows of Hougu apartments and ice-blue bank buildings when you look up. At dawn, you seem to catch a glimpse of the shadow of the devil's temples, cold, ruthless, and thorny, looking sharply into the unknown distance, and we
The expressions of each of these ant-like ordinary people on the street are slightly dull. The most precious wealth of young people is energy and time, but she was waiting by the bus stop to kill the most vigorous energy and the most scarce time.
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Together with Shao Si, more than a dozen part-time students from the same school were laughing and chatting on the No. 75 bus. Their words were always inseparable from their evaluation and imagination of the internship unit. They were like a group of innocent children isolated from the world, sitting by the stream.
On the warm stone, my feet were rippling gently, I held my face in the sparkling light, and wondered intoxicated how wonderful it would be on the other side of the mountain.
The scenery was beautiful, but Shaosi seemed to be in an endless corner, curling up stubbornly in a narrow seat. When she silently turned her head to the window, the mist in front of the glass window caught her gaze.
The missing roads and indicators in the water molecules made her a little frightened. It was like a maze. It seemed to be close at hand, but it seemed to be out of reach.
Later, Shaosi got out of the car alone and parted ways with his classmates.
The huge city has the characteristic of devouring, as if it has inherited the devil and its ferocious nature. Not only has this nature not been weakened by its unusual talent, but it has greatly enhanced its aggressiveness, so much so that even the narrow side of the road has
Every inch of Fangcaodi has become precious.
Numerous 5A-level office buildings and French high-star hotels under construction are no longer surrounded by flashing lights, and they immediately turn into a leopard that has gone from majesty to cessation, or has been impressed for a long time, waiting for the opportunity to become popular overnight. Boutique residential areas and CBA are
Surrounding her were the criss-crossed skeletons, and the morning light piercing through the clouds was like the gaze of demons stretching down, passing through her small body like a sideways gaze, making the blood in her heart feel a little cold, and she felt powerless.
Sadness, sigh.
After countless disregards, Shaosi finally stood on a smooth wasteland.
"Shengxian Film and Television".
This eye-catching signboard, the place where stars once flocked to, seems to be refracted into the scattered starlight clouds. The location is very subtle, like an illusory story. People are willing to see it as clearly as they want.
, it is so clear, even clearer. It stands there
, keeping her in the distance of the shadows for inspection and admiration. Indirectly, there is a kind of discomfort that puts her in the range of depression. Looking back on the past, only facing things beyond her power can make her feel like this.
An unnatural feeling of desolation made her feel as cautious as thin ice.
In the field circled by those few words, Shao Si was about to work for it. There was a flash of hope. In the long years, the first ray of dawn would break through the thick clouds and project on her body, loud and clear.
The symphony shook the vast silence, and she knew that it was a bright color jumping out of the ink stains.
And all this is just the beginning of taking the first step, light will replace the night.
[The above is taken from my diary]
Setting of Book of Branding Lotus: It is the script of Shaosi’s revenge, Shaosi’s life, Shaosi’s nirvana, and the storyline of Mingyue today.
[The following is Qin Shi’s concluding remarks in advance]
I remember this is the fourth time I have expressed my thoughts since writing the book.
From the beginning to the present, I have spent a lot of scattered time organizing so many and no less than 300,000 words. During the period of publishing this article, I would like to specially mention the two writers "r is not expensive" and "the leading horse on the lawn".
I know that they are all following my articles seriously, and my heart feels warm, so I would like to express my special thanks to them for their support and encouragement.
The previous content was written in a vague and pretentious manner, and there are many things that were not explained. It is a bit regretful. I wrote this article on my mobile phone tonight as the last chapter. After publishing it, I have never thought of it.
There is no need for the interested spectators to come here for a unnecessary stroll. After all, the writing here has been decided to end, and it will be a waste of your own expectations and time to come again.
Although this book has come to an end, it is a pity to discard the rest of the first draft that has not yet been compiled and published. It is an incomplete and poorly connected plot composed of hundreds of thousands of words. If more people read it, I will read it in my free time.
After slight modifications, I published them one by one on the Sina blog "It used to be called the Axis of Time, but now it is changed to Hawthorn Tai Chi Zhan." Why did you choose that place to publish it? Because there is no money to read there. Of course, there are also the following reasons:
First, the first time I watched Qin Shi was not enough, it was a fanfic published on Sina Blog. I remember that I also wrote several short Spring Festival scripts about Qin Shi at that time.
Second, in addition to text, you can also add pictures and music to make reading the article more interesting.
Third, Sina blog is a relatively private and casual place. I can dance with words however I want. If I find any shortcomings or inconsistencies in my works, I can go back and make corrections and deletions at any time. The most important thing is that I can use whatever words I want.
What words cannot limit what is sensitive or not?
Fourth, because it won’t take too much time, I will no longer be constrained by the requirement that the previous and later content must be closely connected and meticulous like publishing articles on novel websites.
Now let’s talk about what’s interesting in the first draft. It’s not complete in length, but it can probably fill in the holes that were laid before:
1. Blood memory and the changing time and space pattern in Zhang Liang’s mouth.
2. The blood sacrifice performed by wizards and the Soul of Turin.
3. Yao Yan, the origin of Yao'er and their mission, Xiang Kong Formation and the retrograde movement of yin and yang.
4. Chu Nan Gong’s prediction of the fall of the stars, and Zhang Liang’s world chess game.
5. Zhang Liang, Xiaomeng, and Xiaoyaozi passed down the dream to Qin Shihuang.
6. In the darkness of the mirage, I discussed with Yun Zhongjun the origin of the immortal white-haired old man.
7. Clouds in the Hongchen Inn, the life and purpose of the flute player, Zhang Liang’s complete memories of his brother’s tragic death and the white jade.
8. The beginning of seven human relationships between Zhang Liang and Tianming.
9. Gai Nie, Gao Jianli, and Tao Zhi’s experiences in the mirage. Gai Nie’s past acquaintance with Luo Wang Duan Shui.
10. Master Xu’s double swords forged from scorched white ore, the destruction of the farm family, and the secret of the dragon scales worn by Mang Zhong.
11. The end of Meng Tian and Meng Yi.
12. The mirror of floating life, the wordless heavenly book, the unfinished matters of Wuyan in the dream.
13. Gao Jianli’s death and the complete Chongqi Forbidden Sword.
14. The disaster of Confucianism, the power of the mirage, and the opening of the first golden box.
15. The beginning of the second era of gods and demons.
16. Perhaps what the viewers are most concerned about in the end is why the three people from Tianming have not been written about since they left the mirage. Where have these three people gone? I will tell you responsibly that they are sleeping in a place bathed in power. , and then transferred to another time and space as the yin and yang retrograde, what was the original intention of setting it up? Because in the near future, we don’t want to consider the intervention of children in the tragic dragon-slaying battle in the near future. Secondly, the ancient monsters resurrected, creating the original military force. , world view, national hatred, love of life and death, and the fuse for the collapse of the kendo system. The story proposition develops towards an alternative world system. In the article, Yun Zhongjun mentioned that power needs to be balanced. However, once alternative creatures whose existence is deliberately obscured appear, Black The balance between white and white, yin and yang will be broken. No human being can compete with it anymore, and there is no morality to measure the chaotic situation. Then the future story has reached the critical point of the collapse of the so-called justice and resistance. At this time, the final A reasonable counterweight would require Tianming and others to return from places outside this world.
The general idea of the plot when I first started writing this novel was like Zhang Liang's lines at the beginning of the novel: "The memory of blood... The situation changed suddenly, as if someone was setting up a huge and exquisite chess game behind the scenes. It is easy to rule by force. , Weakness and chaos make it difficult to plan. The situation will develop to the point where one person cannot control it." There is a chess game, and naturally there must be chess pieces. All forces that control power and breathe conspiracy must participate in the trend of the chess pieces, and then determine the chess game. The key to the general trend is a small number of chess pieces.
As for the inevitable new pitfalls in the future, what Tianming and the others did in another world, and the complicated story of returning to save the world with full blood, otherwise I would have to write a million words. I don’t have that much energy and time. After all, I can’t write it seriously. How many people are watching.
Finally, writing this fan book should also be regarded as support for the domestic animation Qin Shi Mingyue. Although I can't get used to hearing people around me always talking about the low-level domestic animation and the fame and achievements of Japanese animation, this is the fact after all. But in recent years Recently, there has been a rising trend in domestic animation, such as Qin Shi, Nano, Hua Jianghu... Let us see their room for progress, and I would like to say to them that they have a broad view and make promises, accumulate more and develop more, and encourage each other.