Great Saints of All Heavens

There is a civilization called Huaxia When I climb the ancient city wall, when I caress the decayed pillars, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance with excitement, there is always a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. The book says that there is a big fish that lives in Beiming. It turns into a giant bird and soars between heaven and earth. Birds have wings like clouds hanging from the sky, and they can soar even though they are ninety thousand miles away. The sages have given us a mind that can encompass the heavens and created a broad and magnificent palace for us. At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a perfect song. His broad robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant attitude. Thousands of years have passed, but there are still lingering sounds, but he doesn't know that what is really cut off is not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body. I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the edge of his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing loudly, with his hairband blown open by the strong wind, and his robes flowing like an immortal. But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants eventually hid in paradise on earth and gave up large tracts of land. However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemies said that we could not win the battle as long as the Yue family's army was present. It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A ray of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation was irreversibly destroyed. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was a tassel gun that the general had used. It would rather break than bend. The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The frail scholar named Shi Kefa did not want to let go of his high bun, let alone the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to live and die with the city, losing his life and protecting his faith. Cruel killings, like mountains of corpses, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that one day, it will shine brightly on the land of China. Hundreds of years later, I sat in the hall of McDonald's. I wore Gucci fashion and casually sang my heart will go on, but I felt inexplicably sad because I heard a voice saying loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. I remember, a group of brown-haired jackals with blue eyes, armed with strong ships and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces. So today, after countless disasters - we understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical prodigies, but we don't know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build high-rise buildings, but there is no room for a public arch. We wear suits and leather shoes, but have no clothes of our own. Where is that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family? Why do you say that I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han clothes that I cherish so much belong to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't the tears I shed move your iron heart at all? Where is the land of faith? Where is my son of the Han family? I don't want to break my heart over this, I don't want my ancestors' wisdom to be appreciated by no one, let alone my Chinese clothes and clothes left in a foreign country. So there is always a desire in my heart, a dream that one day we can pick up our own culture and support the backbone of the nation. Remember, remember, there was an era called the Han and Tang Dynasties, a river called the Yangtze River, a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix, and a feathered garment called Nishang!

When he first met Hong Qi, he said: You contributed to the Song Dynasty, but you secretly took advantage of the officials and ignored them. While Hong Qi didn't take it seriously, in this chapter Hong Qi jumped out to point out the protagonist. Isn't this contradictory?

Well, I saw the reward from Mr. Hu Wei earlier, and it turned out that the author of the last chapter today seemed to say it was 100 starting coins. I took a closer look just now, and it was 1,000 starting coins. I was blinded by this, I'm sorry. Then there is the issue of adding more updates. I have decided to add 2 updates for you, which means 7 updates tomorrow and 7 updates the day after tomorrow. They will be added in two days.

No wonder no one looked at it. Except for a few people who thought it looked good, no one else bothered to take a look. Even in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, you can write about the feeling of cultivation and becoming a saint. People in every country can feel the pressure of your breakthrough... Hehehe

First of all, I would like to thank Mr. Zhenfeng Linhuo for the reward. In addition, counting the previous two additional updates and this time, there are three times in total. I still owe it. I will find a way to pay off these three debts in the near future. I will never be a scapegoat. Ahem. Thank you very much for your support. The book will start from five million as promised. I will never break my promise, it will only be more but not less. The update time will be added in the near future, the details are to be determined.

I don't know what the author is thinking. In a world of low-level martial arts, it is completely nonsense for a rookie to break through just once and the whole world can feel it. Then Wang Chongyang, who was the best swordsman in Huashan before, can't Shatter the Void? Convinced

Could the author be any more false in this chapter about covering the sky? Are you sure the ruthless person is Ye Fan's sister? Chen Dongdou said, it's a similar flower, similar, you're going to get me a fact? This is nothing, are you going to get me a Nine-Dragon Coffin made by a ruthless person? Tm I don't know how much older Jiulong Dou is than Henren, right? We don't ask the author to have good writing skills, but we ask the author to hold back and make changes, and the changes are so outrageous?

As soon as the protagonist makes any movement, all the masters will know it. How strong are you?

The protagonist talks a lot of nonsense, bullies her to the point of bullshit and even talks about it for one chapter without killing a few people. Overall, the protagonist is a holy mother bitch.

After reading the first few chapters, I really couldn't help but complain, what a mouth-watering person who is not very strong in terms of strength! I want to say that this is not a world of low martial arts? Just a small breakthrough and the whole world knows about it? Return the sword's will to the sky? Damn it, isn't Dugu Qiufei dead? It won't break into the void and go away, right? So what if it integrates martial arts from all over the world? Is there an essential difference? Even if you were given a copy of Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills "practiced by Sun Wukong", in a short period of time you could go to the old world where others had been practicing for decades? After all, is it not a world of low martial arts? I read books written by others, and at least there is a rule for the world! I've only read a dozen chapters, and I'm a little suspicious of the Legend of the Condor Heroes that I watched before, so I watched it again...