Mou Sheng: Shh, You're Disturbing My Layout.

This is the world of various schools of thought The Mohist family patrols on behalf of the sky. Under the bloody glazed tree, there are thousands of troops without soldiers, counting all the world. The purple air under Jixia comes thirty thousand miles from the east. The sky does not give birth to a master. Confucianism will last forever like a long night. Thousands of ghosts are howling outside the Changping Pass, and soldiers and civilians slaughter blood and stain the earth without sealing their swords. Sinking in the sea, planning the army with nine heads and nine thoughts, there are countless changes, and it is difficult to show the true appearance Without water, the Buddha's sword should stand, and the sound of Sanskrit is as great as my own … Mo Cangli: Did Zifang come here specifically to praise me? If so, there is paper and pen here, and you can leave after you finish writing. Gai Nie: Mr. Zhang Liang, the purpose of the sword in my hand is to stop people like you! Gongsun Li: There is a flower that comes from the sky and returns to the earth. This is its life's mission. Mr. Zhang Liang, is this also Ali's fate? Han Fei: The blank space of time is often used to hide the unbearable truth, ovary, be careful. Hahahaha, gentlemen, the tea is still warm, the wine is not cold, and the world is in trouble, please allow me to make a statement first. This is probably Mr. Mousheng's relaxed and chaotic daily life? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.