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Books by 向天的小飞猪
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Siheyuan: Slapping Jia Zhangshi from the Start 四合院：开局掌抽贾张氏
The protagonist's parents are both alive, so he's not an orphan, and he has a happy family! No harem. Although there's a System, it plays a very minor role! A 21st-century trainee police officer accidentally transmigrates to New China in 1951. Faced with an entirely unfamiliar new era, he resolutely decides to join the army and fight the Americans. Five years later, after leaving the army due to an injury, he returns to the courtyard compound and joins the security department at a steel mill! Th
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From Siheyuan Cook to Intangible Cultural Heritage Master 四合院从炊事员到非遗巨匠
Lin Xuan transmigrates into Love in the Courtyard and gets bound to the Intangible Cultural Heritage System from the start. He thought all he had to do was cook, take leisurely walks, and safely make it through those turbulent years. But then the System's “Master Carpenter” skill let him restore Qin Huairu's ancestral canopy bed. Overnight, the whole courtyard erupted: Silly Zhu envied his cooking, Xu Damao coveted his craftsmanship, and the First Master wanted to take him on as a disciple. Then
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I Became Senior Brothers with Sun Wukong 我和孙悟空做师兄
After pulling an all-nighter to finish a prehistoric fantasy novel, overworked office worker Li Mo closed his eyes and opened them to find himself reborn as a young man named Li Anran, who had just lost his family in a demon calamity. A mysterious fragment of ancestral jade had come along with him. Before he could even gather his thoughts, a passing immortal, Patriarch Bodhi, casually rescued him and took him in as his final disciple, giving him the Buddhist name Wu You. Even more bewildering
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Maoshan Arts: Learning Master Simu's Spirit-Summoning Technique 茅山术：得传四目道长请神术
Winter Solstice, 1998. Tianjia Village in the Qinba Mountains. After a night of difficult labor, the second son of the Tian family’s wife gave birth to a baby boy with a pair of eerie eyes: the left was lifeless and murky, while dark gold swirled in the right. That night, the century-old locust tree swayed without a breeze, the village dogs fell deathly silent, and the kerosene lamp went out and relit three times. Old Tian, the temple keeper, counted on his fingers, and his face changed drama
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