I Took Away the Sun God

Eternal Haotian God, you are the God of the gods, you are the supreme, the gods kneel before you, all things tremble under your feet, your left eye observes time and space, your right eye browses destiny, you are omniscient, omnipotent and omnipotent. Wherever your edict goes, all heavens and worlds obey it. You are the only master of the world, and no existence dares to disobey your will. Oh, praise you, our only Lord, the Eternal Creator, the Most High, the Controller of light and darkness.

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There is a civilization called China. When I climb the ancient city wall, when I caress the decayed pillars and beams, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance with excitement, there will always be a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I will 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 we have no clothes. 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 you 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 Han and Tang, a river called Yangtze River, a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix, and a feathered garment called Nishang!

The supreme god who began to be worshiped in the Zhou Dynasty was called "God Haotian". God Haotian was the "Huangtian" in the land of Huangtianhou, not Taihao, Fuwan, Donghuangtai-, Dijun, etc. They had nothing to do with each other. It's not what some experts say. All gods are the same. Where does your idea of ​​identity come from? If you look through the books, you will know that this concept originally came from some cowardly books in the Han Dynasty. Unfortunately, Confucian scholars in the Han Dynasty were influenced by Wang Mang. So what did Wang Mang do? God Haotian is the deity of "Heaven". Taiyi God is more complicated, but he is related to the stars, so he is very different from Haotian. So they are not the same in the beginning. Then Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty worshiped Taiyi as the main god. When Wang Mang arrived, Wang Mang did something! He wanted to merge Tai-with Haotian. Unfortunately, Wang Mang's merger was immediately broken up by the later emperor. Wang Mang's behavior influenced some Confucian scholars in the Han Dynasty. However, Wang Mang did not affect the country, and other emperors did not support Wang Mang's setting (excerpt from Kong Sang Ji)

1. What's wrong with writing about Japan? Wouldn't it be better if a lot of Japanese died in the story? 2. If we don't like Japan as a country, does that prevent us from liking their culture? Culture knows no borders. 3. If you read books rationally, aren't those who write about Greece, Egypt, and the Vatican? What happened to writing about Japan? Moral kidnapping? ? 4. The author does not owe you money, and there is no need to write according to your ideas. I don't know how many authors have been persuaded to change their outlines and then their books collapsed. 5. I haven't seen it yet, but this is a rhythmic comment section. Did you know that rumors are now included in the regulations?

Why, because the author is too lazy and updates too little.

I've never heard of the foreign myths and legends you write about.

It's okay. I hope the author won't write some plots about licking the country. The country is not that bad. It requires the protagonist to open a back door to surpass other countries. It's okay to read these at first. After all, everyone has some patriotism, which is a bonus. But after reading too much, it becomes annoying and gives people the feeling that the country surpasses other countries because of the protagonist.

Group travel and multiple travels must be a bad book mode, without exception, including this kind of back and forth time travel.

The book is good, but the biggest flaw is that it describes the earth too much. What we want to see is the description of the protagonist becoming a god in another world, and then becoming a god. You describe the earth for two-thirds of the whole book. Is it really good? The book needs to be more exciting, but is there any point in pretending to be cool on Earth? There are so many exciting things about the other world. It's okay to become a god. After becoming a god, you can plan for authority. It's understandable that you write about the earth to collect faith and gain authority, but everything must have a degree. If you describe the earth too much, it becomes more and more boring to me. After all, on the earth, no matter how pretentious it is, it is all false lies. The author must clearly distinguish the priorities when writing novels, and it will not work without an outline!