A hundred years ago, Qin Wudao casually planted a tree.
Eighty years ago, Qin Wudao opened a general store.
Sixty years ago, Qin Wudao wrote a book.
Thirty years ago, Qin Wudao rescued a little boy.
Now, Qin Wudao emerges from seclusion in a blazing fury, vowing to protect his wife and daughter for the rest of their lives.
The tree he planted became a precious medicinal herb that can prolong life. The general store he opened became the National Museum. The book he wrote became the supreme scripture of martial arts. And the little boy he rescued became the master of the Temple of the Gods.
He is China’s guardian deity, and he is immortal!
The protagonist of the first-grade elementary school essay is so bad that I can only give it one star.
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Can I read this book? 🤔
There's no blood, just return the favor to our ancestors. It's so holy.