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Run to the Local Owner of Daming
A storm swallowed up a 10,000-ton ship and threw him into the abyss of the Ming Dynasty for five years. Lin Xuan, the boatswain of a modern ocean-going cargo ship, miraculously survived the stormy waves of the Pacific Ocean, only to find that he had become the dandy brother of Linjiatun, Pingyang Prefecture, Shanxi Province who was hated by everyone and was about to be submerged - Lin Xuan with the same name! The beginning is a desperate situation! His family is surrounded by poverty, has a noto
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Talisman
On the top of Qingming Peak, outside the Star Picking Pavilion, the wind is as sharp as a knife. Headmaster Xuan Weizi stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud viewing platform. His moon-white robe was spotless, and the cuffs were outlined with dark gold threads to outline complex swirling cloud seal patterns. The patterns seemed to be pulsing slightly with life, absorbing the invisible aura of the vast sea of clouds beneath his feet. With his pale face and long beard, he looks like a
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Those Bright Stars of the Ming Dynasty
The "History of the Ming Dynasty" that has accumulated dust on the desk has been turned to its edges, and the fragrance of pine smoke and ink in the inkstone has been lingering for many years. Tonight, while I was writing, I suddenly felt the ink waves surging in the inkstone, as if thousands of souls were tapping on the back of the paper - Zhang Juzheng's ink marks spread on the rice paper, Wang Yangming's thoughts flowed with the ink marks, Zheng He's treasure ship came through the clouds, and
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The 8Th Book by Yixuan Taoist
The once proud smile on Musk's face completely disappeared the moment I completed the global emergency repair of "Starlink 3.0". "Lin Chen, you are fired." When the global live broadcast cameras showed countless sharp knives piercing my back, his face was as cold as the Siberian frozen soil. My work badge, which was still warm, was thrown into the furnace by his own hands. The metal twisted and deformed in the flames, reflecting the ferocious ambition beating in his eyes. ——It was also from that
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