Chapter 23 1980s Chinese Literature and World Literature

How was Japanese literature before the 1980s?
Xu Chengjun believes that Japanese literature is underestimated, and readers harbor a general misunderstanding of European, Japanese, and American literature.
The reason lies in the limitation of the domestic traditional framework of "world classics."
A more profound reason is that the literary horizons of ordinary readers have been "castrated" by two factors—
First, the selective focus on classics by the "inclusion in world classics" itself.
Second, publishing houses catering to public stereotypes.

Traveling through carriage agencies several times, he finally arrived at Delu Town just outside the Fierce Ghost Mountain Range. Looking at the distant black mountain range stretching endlessly like delicate painted eyebrows, he couldn't help feeling a chill even at noon, sensing a grim and eerie aura pervading the peaks.

This was Xiao Ting's character. Once he set his mind on something, he was as stubborn as Yu Chen, a man of one track. Moreover, with a burning desire for revenge in his heart, nothing could block his determination now.

Shen Jingbing, the number one strongman of the Divine Horse Empire, at level eighty-eight, wielding a level eighty crimson martial weapon and wearing a level eighty purple set, his attack power was just a sliver behind Grandfather Pig. He was arrogant and haughty, holding no one in his eyes except for Floating Cloud. As for any Mad Immortal Karma, he would take his life with a single hammer.

However, none of them were injured. Long before that formation diagram trembled, True Immortal Miaoyi knew something was amiss. She flew to Zhou Qingyun's side, claimed the Nine Precepts Immortal Banner previously bestowed upon her, and deployed it to manifest a crystalline barrier for defense. This effectively neutralized the self-detonation force of the formation diagram and simultaneously dissipated the spatial turbulence at that moment.

Just as Zeng Hao was letting his mind wander, the Mysterious Demon suddenly let out a miserable scream, and the black mist all over his body churned violently.

"We'll be there in a few steps!" Zhu Zhu had already spotted the signboard of the seafood restaurant, which was one of Wu Haoming's most frequently visited dining spots. In this kind of weather and at this time, it should be when he haunted the place most often.

Yu Chen's words immediately caused the expressions of the surrounding powerhouses to turn gloomy. Listening to his tone, it was as if he had already won over all of them. Under such an adverse situation, how could Yu Chen dare to utter such words if not to deliberately provoke them?

The level-five demonic beast, the Ice-Armored Lizard, possessed extremely high defense, and it was difficult for the attacks of ordinary late Earth-realm cultivators to inflict major damage upon it.

"Me?!" A Fire-Thunder Mage, whose spirits had been somewhat low all along, shouted in pleasant surprise, as if unable to believe it was true.

Upon seeing this, Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta and the others felt a shock in their hearts, and then continued to attack the three immortals including Qiu Shoujun. However, everyone's expressions had turned ashen, and their morale had plummeted to the lowest point.

"Shh, you'd better not disturb them. Dad is sick and Beibei is injured, let's go downstairs and play by ourselves!" Yisan pulled his two older brothers and retreated from the crack of the door.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yutong not only did not blame him, but deliberately made "excuses" to absolve him, allowing him to face that matter with a calm mind.

Watching the sleeping Fate-Singing Black Bear blindly pawned his own gold coins and exchanged them for silver notes at the Rishengchang Draft Bank.

Although the intent in her eyes and the aura on her body were released without concealment, she still did not make any unseemly gestures, maintaining a polite smile.

A few days later, An Ruyue's body had recovered significantly, and she consulted patients at the Miaochun Hall as usual.

Therefore, she quietly put a tiny something into the Empress Dowager's medicine, something no one would ever see or smell.

An Ruyue also wanted to know—the Emperor himself had spoken of it, yet the title of Princess Consort had not been officially transmitted, let alone the Princess Consort's Mansion. She felt somewhat anxious in her heart.

In an instant, the aroma burst forth. The fragrance of lobsters, blended with the scents of scallions, ginger, and garlic, aggressively swept into every beast's nasal cavity, domineeringly occupying their nerves and making their mouths water profusely.

Otherwise, given her and Chen Pi's plastic-like master-disciple relationship—tsh, let alone being willing to take her in, if this guy could even deign to speak to her today, it would be as if the Holy Mother had possessed Chen Pi.

With that, An Lin secretly despised his own shortsightedness back then. When his wife had asked him to prepare as many goods as possible, he had muttered to himself, fearing that making too much would result in unmarketable stock and a pure loss of silver. Only now did he realize the benefits of it.