Su Li traveled through time and became a "senior" magic stick on Zhongnan Mountain in the early years of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty. Not only does he have a cheap apprentice named Yuan Tiangang, but he also has to face Li Shimin, who has just established his position and wants to ask about immortality every day.
Su Li was in a panic. He just wanted to use the "cross-time and space search system" three times a day in exchange for some spicy strips and MSG, and be a happy fat man in the Tang Dynasty. But he didn't know that his group of disciples and grandsons were all "brain fiends"!
Su Li took out a lighter to smoke, and Yuan Tiangang knelt down on the spot: "Master summoned the true fire of Samadhi with a tap of his fingertips. My disciple realized that this is the secret method of burning the sky!" Su Li spread some fertilizer to plant vegetables, and Li Shimin burst into tears: "This is the soil of the Nine Heavens! With the wave of the immortal's hand, there will be no more famine in the Tang Dynasty!" Su Li casually recited two lines from "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and all the civil and military officials in the court changed their expressions: "Every line contains the truth of the great truth. This song should only exist in heaven!"
Su Li: "I really haven't cultivated immortality. That's called chemistry, that's called agriculture, that's called nine-year compulsory education!" Yuan Tiangang's eyes flashed with fanaticism: "Master, there is no need to test my disciple anymore. You must be afraid of alarming the catastrophe before deliberately calling it 'science', right? I understand, I understand everything!"
From then on, Datang's painting style completely went astray. Li Shimin: "Master Su, the Turks have invaded again. Do you think this 'physical transcendence' can be arranged?" Su Li looked at the gunpowder formula found in the system and sighed: "It's a showdown. In fact, I'm just a porter." Quan Datang: "No, you are the only true god in the world!"
