The Age of Fairy Tales

Author: Li Xiaosi

The novel is set against the background of Jiangnan, a city with rapid development of immortality, culture and economy. It tells the great changes in friendship, love, and even family affection that four female immortal cultivators who have had deep feelings since childhood, have different values ​​and outlook on life have experienced.

The novel unfolds in the upper class of Jiangnan. It uses a classical narrative method to explain the protagonist's living state in the microcosm of material desires, and criticizes the increasingly materialist tendency and gold-worshiping color in the current world of immortal cultivation!

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Open the latest issue of "The Legend of Fairy and the Jianghu", the cover topic is "The Legend of Fairy and the Beijing City, who is the Future Fairy and the Fairy and Fairy Center" - Shengjing has long been thrown out hundreds of feet away, not to mention the rapid decline in strength in southern Xinjiang.

Every day, countless people flock to this rapidly rotating city - Jiangnan.

With their grand blueprints or daydreaming of soap bubbles; every day, countless people leave this blunt and indifferent forest of immortal cultivation - leaving their tears.

The young female disciples carrying the latest bags of the Star Cat Tailor Shop squeezed out from the noisy crowd in the teleportation array, stepped on the latest Metersbonwei height-enhancing shoes half a foot high, rushed down the teleportation array quickly, covered their noses and rolled their eyes from the ragged beggar.

There were crowds of interviews sitting in front of the doors of major sects. Every ten minutes, a young man would come out of the room, tear the application form in his hand and throw it on the ground, step on it hard, and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm, as if venting the anger in his heart.

In the teahouse of Xing Dad, countless young faces hurriedly picked up the tea kettle they brought with them and pushed the magic circle away.

The young disciples carefully held the tea kettle, crossed their horses, and rushed to their sect elders and sects.

Real person's room.

In the luxurious shops lined up from Qiantang River No. 1 to Qiantang River No. 18, the guys looked like frosty and looked arrogant. They only welcomed the most noble guests here.

On Jiangnan Avenue, separated by a road, countless tourists who came from other places were taking out paper and pens, snatching each other an excellent sketching location, wanting to draw the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan one by one.

Most of these tourists who came here were wearing the cheapest coarse linen and shouted: "Wow! Oh! Look!"

They are only a dozen feet apart from the luxurious and luxurious world opposite.

In the old Jiangnan alley, a woman walked towards the river with her messy curly hair that had been sleeping all night. Their eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness accumulated over the years. The depression and poverty of life gave them the greatest suffering, and exhausted their spiritual energy.

Outside the door of the Xihu Road Manor District, a row of luxurious boys were parked, waiting to pick up the ladies inside. They spent three hours dressing up just to go out to drink with Longjing in West Lake. They were noble and exquisite, like fairies coming from the heavenly court.

This is a city that developed at the speed of the Daluo Golden Immortal flying forward with exhausted essence and blood.

The rotating material desires and the vigorous culture of immortal cultivation have turned the city into a cold and complex as if it were ancient battlefields.

This is an indifferent era as sharp as a blade.

The two levels of the entire immortal world were rapidly split, tearing human souls into two halves, and a sharp gap between the rich and the poor, the bankruptcy of small and medium sects, and the gap between cultivators...

We were trembling and curled up in our small sect, and we were almost nothing...

After being deeply stinged by the sharp sound of the morning spell, out of survival instinct, I broke the set spell to call people up, and then felt satisfied.

In the early morning, Jiangnan had already started to smell fireworks, and the middle-aged woman screamed downstairs: "Oh, I'm going to die..."

As an outer disciple, I could only rent a suburb several miles away from my sect and hang out with these vulgar people.

Among the top sects in the center of Jiangnan, the elegant and expensive aura slowly flows within the super powers created by gold and silver.

While using magic to give orders to his disciples, Gu Dafu called the maid beside him to pour the best dragon heart into his Difanie Emerald Cup.

The morning sunlight shone through the huge Western Region curtain and shone on his face. His sharp-out face was hundreds of years old and looked like he was in his thirties or forties.

Of course, this comes from his daughter forcing him to eat some anti-aging spiritual materials every day and helping him perform the most expensive male maintenance spells.

His daughter sat opposite him and drank with Longjing, West Lake, and was "raking" in her hands, flipping through the economic situation of major sects that the maid had just collected from outside.

Gu Dafu looked at his outstanding daughter and smiled with satisfaction, and continued to use magic to issue instructions remotely: "There is nothing that cannot be demolished. Even if it is someone's ancestral tomb, you can use magic weapons to blow it away for me directly! Do you know that Jiangnan is already worth every inch of land, and there is still ancestral tomb in such an expensive place. Are you sure that you are not kidding? Demolition it for me! I will dispatch dozens of disciples to you later!"

"Oh! The people under these men are really uneasy!" Gu Dafu hurriedly ran out.

Recently, he is working with Jiangnan Yamen to develop a piece of land located in the center of Jiangnan. The oil and water in it are enough for their sect to spend several years, but it is not careless at all.

Seeing this, Gu Lili lowered her head and drank the West Lake Longjing in the cup and quietly followed. She always felt that Gu Dafu's business mind was unbelievable. The fact that the sect could develop to this point today was all her.

When Tang Xiaowan tried to stuff herself into the large fairy skirt for the tenth time, Nan Xiaoxiang, who was sitting opposite her, sighed deeply. The reason for her sighing was not that Tang Xiaowan didn't stuff herself into the clothes.

To be honest, Nan Xiaoxiang couldn't understand where the fairy skirt that Tang Xiaowan was trying on is now. The black straight lines were still used for the numbness transported from the north. Before Tang Xiaowan tried it on, Nan Xiaoxiang grabbed the guy and confirmed it ten times, "Isn't this really for men?"

When Tang Xiaowan gave up the fairy skirt with tears in her eyes, another guy floated over with a smile like a chrysanthemum, giving Tang Xiaowan a fatal blow: "Miss Tang, we have a men's fairy skirt here, exactly the same, and no one can tell when worn on you."

"Do you mean you can't tell whether it's a man's style or you can't tell it's a woman's style?" Nan Xiaoxiang covered her mouth and smiled.

After hearing this, Tang Xiaowan left angrily and said angrily: "It's so bullying, I won't buy it!" Then she walked over and pulled Nan Xiaoxiang, who was almost inactive with her eyes rolling, was about to lose oxygen.

However, this was not the last straw that broke the camel's back. The fatal encounter was that Nan Xiaoxiang, who was already leaving, suddenly fell in love with another pair of Star Cat tailor shop. After taking the trumpet in and trying it out, he came out and sighed quietly: "It's too big."

Tang Xiaowan left in anger!

The Age of Fairy Tales, Prologue, End.
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