New Imperial Military Discipline

The snow on the top of Chang'an City has been falling for three hundred years. Some people are drunkenly dreaming of death in piles of gold powder, while others are digging for food on mass graves to survive. The lantern in Shangshu's Mansion went out, and the swords in Jianghu lit up. If you ask that young man how he crawled out from among the dead, no one can explain how he survived step by step. As for how he came here? It's all written in the book. Just open it. Anyway, that world eats people; but people can also live their own lives. No matter what the world is like, there are always people in every era who are willing to stand up and say a few words of justice for the people of the world. Finally, I would like to borrow the words of that long-famous Taoist friend: "I have a lot of things to say to the world."