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Chapter 75 The heroic spirit of six thousand miles

Li Daoran is a hiking enthusiast. His ideal is to walk all over the land of the motherland with his feet. However, this idea has not received the support of his family. They think it is not only meaningless, but also dangerous.

Li Daoran's family is a businessman and is also a well-known local rich man. His family originally thought that he could go to the family business to train after graduating from college, but this person refused to say that he could not dive into the circle of fame and fortune in his prime, but he should do something meaningful.

Today, Li Daoran hiked to the western region. Before he came, he had a group, the so-called like-minded hikers, with seven people in his group, but now he is the only one left.

Hiking is not just a saying. You may see great rivers and mountains along the way, but the hard work is really inhumane. Those who can persevere have stronger willpower than ordinary people.

But now Li Daoran couldn't hold on anymore. He curled up in the tent, listened to the whistling wind outside, and looked at the empty tent, he felt unprecedented loneliness.

For the first time, he became suspicious of his dream. If he had not chosen to hike, he should stay in the bustling metropolis and enjoy the joy of being with his family and friends. He was not alone like now.

"Otherwise, I will go back tomorrow too. Everyone will give up. What's the point of persisting alone?"

The night was already deep, and Li Daoran tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Far away from others, you are the most lonely when you are alone. There is not even a person to talk to, and all your persistence and dreams will no longer exist.

There is a saying that only by enduring loneliness can one maintain prosperity. But do people who can truly endure loneliness and get used to loneliness really exist?

Li Daoran took out his cell phone, but fortunately, although the place where he set up his tent was in the wild. There was a base station signal tower a few kilometers away. Although the signal of the cell phone was weak, it could still surf the Internet. But you should not think about watching videos and movies. The Internet rate was only a few KB, and it could barely support making a phone call, sending text messages, and browsing some web pages.

Li Daoran wanted to send a text message to his family first, telling them that he would go back tomorrow. However, after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't call it out, so he was still a little unwilling to give up.

"Let's read novels, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book. Now only the world in this book can bring some comfort to yourself."

Li Daoran logged into Sin Chew Literature Network and found his bookshelf. The most eye-catching one was Xiang Anran's "Ask the Immortals".

After clicking on the latest chapter, Li Daoran slowly started reading. His reading speed has always been slow. In his words, good books must be read carefully word by word.

However, even though he was reading very slowly, he couldn't resist the few words. Xiang Anran's update was still 2,000 words that could not be struck every day. After reading it for more than ten minutes, Li Daoran not only did not improve, but instead became worse because he was not happy to read it.

As for other books on the bookshelf, there are only a few books, and there are no new updates. Li Daoran would rather have nothing than be too bad when reading novels. He would rather not read novels without books, and would never read those novels that are not connotated.

"How to spend this long night? Loneliness is really hard to bear."

Li Daoran sighed a long sigh.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that an author had competed with Xiang Anran recently. He had a little impression of the title of the book, as if it was called "The Swordsman in the Snow".

"The author dares to compete with Xiang Anran, probably has two tricks. Why not go and read that book."

This is what Li Daoran thought. He has been hiking on the road these two days, and his only spare time is at night. However, he rests after reading "Ask the Immortal". He does not have any extra time to read the posts on the literary forum, so naturally he has never read Bai Yu Feng Zijie's comments.

He thought that even if "The Swordsman in the Snow" was not as good as "Ask the Immortal", it should be a good book, otherwise the author would not have the confidence to compete with Xiang Anran.

Since he can't sleep anymore, Li Daoran plans to go and read the book "The Swordsman in the Snow".

He first registered an account on Qingcheng Literature, then searched for the book title, and soon he found the novel, clicked on the first chapter, and studied it carefully.

Half an hour passed, and Li Daoran's brows frowned high. During this period, he hesitated several times to turn off his phone and go to bed. He felt an indescribable awkwardness in his heart when he read this book "The Snow Sword Walk".

Let’s talk about this book, the protagonist’s character and three views make him unable to find any sense of substitution. Moreover, as he saw the current chapters, Li Daoran didn’t understand the main line of this novel at all. Without the main line, he naturally didn’t know what the novel meant. For old bookworms or more picky readers, they would directly choose to abandon the book.

But if you want to say that this book is not good, it cannot be considered a bad book, and it still makes people want to continue reading. Let’s not talk about anything else for now. The language description in "The Swordsman in the Snow" can definitely be called first-class in novels in the online literature industry, and is not much worse than Xiang Anran's "Ask for the Immortals".

Moreover, the portrayal of supporting roles and the description of some scenes are quite eye-catching.

For example, the protagonist's father, King Beiliang, was afraid of his son, but his few words with outsiders still showed his unparalleled style.

There is also the white fox with his face in the snow holding two embroidered winter and spring thunder in his hand, stepping on the Xue Deng Tide Hall. The description of this scene is also quite igniting.

Li Daoran persisted until after reading Chapter 11, and his thoughts surged again and he wanted to turn off his phone and go to bed.

"This is nothing compared to "Ask the Immortal"! Where did the author get the courage? Forget it, let's look at the last chapter."

There is no doubt that Li Daoran broke his promise. After reading Chapter 12: The Old Kui in the Lake, he couldn't wait to click Chapter 13.

He also said at the same time, it was a bit interesting.

When he saw Lao Kui with the sword fighting with the groom named Jian Jiuhuang, Li Daoran also cheered loudly in the tent.

While reading the fighting scenes in the book, he was thinking about the scenes in his mind. From time to time, he stretched out his hand and gestured, muttering the sword one, dragon and snake; sword two, and lotus; sword three, three jin

I will finish reading this chapter soon and continue!

Chapter 14: The inferior horse and the yellow wine are six thousand miles away

Li Daoran's eyes leaped when he read this chapter. He suddenly remembered that the protagonist in the book had just traveled 6,000 miles. Although he had a horse to travel, he still walked by himself and suffered a lot.

After careful consideration, he was almost the same as his situation. He was also well-off, not to mention the protagonist's family background. Thinking of this, he had less prejudice against the protagonist Xu Fengnian.

Wang Xianzhi was promoted to the ranks of peerless masters at the age of 25. At the age of 40, he challenged that generation of sword god Li Chungang. He forced himself to break his fingers to cut iron like mud with his "wooden oxen and horse". He was famous all over the world for a time and was in the limelight.

Wang Xianzhi is clearly qualified to be the best in the world, but he regards himself as the second in the world. This makes the top ten popular masters in the martial arts world rank eleven, and the throne of the top ranked first for twenty years.

In the past fifty years, two top masters who use swords have emerged, the new sword god Deng Tai'a, who has carried a peach blossom branch and is unbeaten. He fought with Wang Xianzhi three times, but he is not defeated, ranking third in the top master.

Another dragon, but he didn't see his head but didn't see his tail. He only knew that he was a native of Western Shu and an unknown swordsman. After thirty years of making swords, he realized the swordsmanship, walked alone in the world, collected famous swords from all over the world and entered the sword box. What is known to the world is to fight with people, and then he became famous in the country, lost, and was left with a sword inserted at the top of the city.

This is Lao Huang, and the person he lost to is Wang Xianzhi, the second most popular in the world.

Li Daoran, who had just watched the fight between Lao Huang and Chu Kuangren, couldn't help but sigh. Even a master as handsome as Lao Huang lost. What kind of style is this second-in-law in the world?

Then I saw Lao Huang saying that he would go to Wudi City again to get back the "Huang Lu" left behind when he lost the battle.

"Is it the battle scene between Lao Huang and the second Wang Xianzhi in the world? Looking forward to it!"

Xu Fengnian, who was leading the horse for Lao Huang, stood under the wall of the inner city gate, handed the reins to the old horseman, and said sadly: "It's here, I won't send it. Lao Huang, isn't it boring to get along with a playboy like me, a frog in the well?"

Lao Huang thought for a while and said with a look of embarrassment: "Young Master, Lao Huang has no culture and can't name a sword, but only knows nine moves. From sword to sword nine, the first eight swords were all taken by people in the martial arts world to make a name. I always feel uncomfortable and I'm not very tired. Master, please think of it?"

Xu Fengnian was so amused that he thought carefully for a moment and said, "We have walked six thousand miles, so it is called six thousand miles? If you don't think it's vulgar and have no momentum, just use this."

Old Huang stretched out his thumb and praised: "I am imposing! When I arrive at Wudi City, I will report this famous sword name. Maybe Wang Xianzhi will be envious."

After all, Lao Huang left with a horse and a pot hanging from his waist.

Xu Fengnian climbed up to the wall, looked at Lao Huang's lonely figure, and shouted at the top of his throat: "Lao Huang, if you want to drink yellow wine halfway, you can't afford it after spending all the silver coins, I'll keep it for you when I come back!"

The old servant who held the horse in the back box stopped and turned around, looking at Xu Fengnian deeply.

Sword Nine.

Six thousand miles.

"Domstic! Who said that this name is vulgar, Jian Jiu, Liu Qianli! What a heroic name. I have traveled for 6,000 miles in three years, and a glass of yellow wine Jian Jiuhuang. Haha, this novel is enjoyable."

Li Daoran laughed in the tent. At this moment, he no longer had the loneliness and loneliness he had before. His dream came back, and the protagonist and Jian Jiuhuang spent three years traveling six thousand miles.

He has only walked less than a thousand kilometers since he left home. Li Daoran has a new goal, that is, he has to walk his six thousand miles, even if he is just a person.

"It's a pity that horses are impossible. Even if you buy horses, it's not convenient. This is not ancient. But tomorrow you can find a tavern on the road and buy some rice wine to drink on the road."

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