My name is Li Xiaoyao, and I am recognized as a "trash" by Taixu Taoist Palace. After ten years of practice, he failed to pass the first level of Qi refining. He went down the mountain to participate in the conference of the three religions, all with the help of a "pretending death charm" to strengthen his courage. The bad news is that I encountered all monsters, robbers, and men in black along the way; the good news is that I am very lucky - I can throw out immortals to guide me when I wrestle, and I can make my enemies fight with each other with my broken words. Even the demon princess tried to suck my essence, but she was so lonely. Now, the Confucian scholars at Zhengqi Academy, the young monk at Lingshan Mountain on the other side, and the princess who insists on relying on me all regard me as a peerless master. I just want to say: I am really just passing by, can you let me go back and continue to lie down?
