Re-read Mr. Fiction Casting Swords

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Occasionally I turned to Mr. Lu Xun's novel "Casting Swords", reread it again, Sir this novel, wonderful like spirits, no matter when you unscrew the lid, smell it, immediately head up,

In the opening chapter, a mouse falls into the water tank at the age of sixteen, and constantly struggles in the water, although it escapes from the water tank along a reed wood stretched out of the eyebrow ruler, but is finally trampled to the ground by the eyebrow ruler. The rat died on this night, and the ruler between the eyebrows also decided to cross the weakness of the youth, took the sword of revenge, and surged with blood, turning around and running to the battlefield of revenge. Behind his distant figure was his mother's mournful eyes.

The ruler between the eyebrows meets the black man, like a single passerby who meets a ghost in the middle of the night, the flesh and blood are exhausted, and only a soul-poured bare skeleton remains, lean as black iron. The ruler between the eyebrows saw the black man, and also saw his own softness and clumsiness. The blood began to boil, and he cut off his own head with his own sword. The black man watched quietly and calmly took over. The blood and flesh between the eyebrows gradually became cold, the body did not fall, the black man laughed coldly and sharply, the hungry wolf crouching outside the fir forest had already smelled the fragrance of flesh and blood, and the laughter sounded, and suddenly came. The black man held a sword in one hand, grabbed his head with the other, and turned away. After a faint sound of bone-eating, the inside and outside of the fir forest fell silent again.

The black man sang, raised his sword, carried his head, and came to the palace. Wang has long been numb to the novelty of the little, he actually saw the murderous spirit of the black man, but he is the king, that is, the evil ghost, he is not afraid, so he shouted: "Play" The play is indeed wonderful, it is the great novelty that the king likes. Throwing his head into the top is actually the place where the king is happy. Wang was actually very happy to play in Dingli, but while playing, he felt that the head of the ruler between the eyebrows seemed to give birth to a wave of hatred, offending his king's qi, the king felt that this swept away his interest, a frown, the killing heart began, the black man felt the danger of the ruler between the eyebrows, and also quickly threw his head into the ding, and together with the ruler between the eyebrows, he began to fight with the king in the ding. The water in the ding was boiling and bubbling, and the blisters reflected the tension and excitement of the onlookers, and wang was brave, as if he was about to win, but it was a little worse. So I don't know how many rounds later, Dingzhongshui suddenly fell silent, the onlookers and princesses were staring at the rise of the king's head, but the king's head did not rise, the other two heads did not rise, everyone expected the king's head to jump up from the water and return to his neck, Shi Shiran returned to the throne and then ordered the concubine with the thinnest waist to dance a cheerful dance. What stunned everyone was that at the same time that the water was cold and silent, Wang's body that had lost its head also fell down, the blood had long since dried up, and the qi was gone. The eldest official stepped forward and carefully probed dingzhong to look at it for a while, then looked at the king's body lying on the ground for a while, and finally shook his head and said exactly: "King, dead." As usual, the concubines cried more and more, and the officials, as usual, handled the aftermath with great caution and seriousness.

This is how the novel ends, and there is no need to marvel at the strangeness of Mr. Cai's thoughts and the magnificence of his writing, which has always been admired by people. And looking back at the beginning, a mouse falls into the water tank of the sixteen-year-old night between the eyebrows, and the eyebrow ruler stretches out to rescue it, followed by another kick to trample it to death. Read it again, and at the beginning of this, it seems to have been written to the end.