I Relied on Metaphysics to Survive Those Years

Updated every day, I will ask for leave if something happens, so feel free to follow up. Please collect the pre-collection article "The Trumpet Manual of the Full-Level Xuanmen Boss", the copy is below Wu Wan, a handsome boy of 1.8 Meters, a good young man in society, has a golden finger and a heavenly eye. Sky Eye, top-notch magical power, but no attack power, so he is just a rookie with golden fingers. He survived for twenty-five years under the persecution of all kinds of monsters and monsters. However, after failing to change his cousin's life, he suddenly knew that he would be a dog at the age of thirty. In order to continue to survive, he climbed onto the Taoist road to survive. He went to Maoshan and participated in the disciple selection competition. He also caught a SSR rare male vixen in the competition. He can definitely advance through this vixen. When he was happily holding the vixen and preparing to accept the award, he was told that the male vixen was their cold master uncle Qiu Jin from Maoshan. After understanding the truth, he was caught by Qiu Jin before he could run two miles away. In the main hall, Qiu Jin handed him a contract with a cold face: "Sign this and follow me to slay demons." Wu Wang smiled awkwardly: "No, no, no, it's all a misunderstanding, uncle. I won't sell myself." The head of Maoshan said considerately: "You have a lot of karma, and you must have great merit to slay demons and reverse the world before you can be effectively treated." Wu Wan: "..." He looked at Qiu Jin cautiously. Qiu Jin took back the contract, crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin slightly: "Please, please speak nicely." Wu Wan was silent for a second. He could not be humiliated but could not be killed. He immediately knelt down and said, "I beg you, ancestor!" Qiu Jin took Wu Wang to formally form a team, but when he came down from the mountain, he drove a Ferrari with one hand and had assets worth hundreds of millions. He handed Wu Wan a credit card that couldn't be maxed out: "Follow me and I will take you to the sky." A beautiful and bright smile bloomed on Wu Huan's face: "Okay, boss." Ascension seems... Not that important, hahahahaha The down-to-earth neighbor next door | The dog-legged clairvoyance The content of this story is purely fictional and I believe in science. Some of the content is taken from ancient books and is not plagiarism. The trumpet manual of a max-level Xuanmen master Zhang Wujiu, the Taoist master, the god of war and Taoist immortal who is unrivaled in the world of cultivation. He worked conscientiously and adhered to integrity all his life, but he was brutalized by thousands of people and died without a burial place. Fortunately, he went through all kinds of hardships and became the god of war in the immortal world, killing everyone who harmed him. Due to a drunken encounter, he dropped the gears and restarted the game, and was reborn as a modern Taoist priest! He looked at his body that looked like a wasted chicken and laughed out loud. He had already mastered the tuba, so why was he afraid of practicing the trumpet? Just do it! In this life, he must make others suffer and feel happy for himself! While performing a mission, he faced his Notre Dame teammates who kidnapped him morally and harmed him. He would get up in the middle of the night, hang people up and beat them, and then throw them into the zombie pit. He would trample them to death even if they begged their grandfathers and sued their grandmothers. Someone in the door is dissatisfied and thinks he is an old pervert who wants to fight one-on-one? Oh! What to fight? He directly arranged to drive a dump truck on the road and beat the other party to death! He, Zhang Wujiu, was a rookie in Xuanmen, but he never failed in his first attempt, and finally became a big brother respected by thousands of people! As a result, because my hatred value was maxed out and my reputation was too great, I was banished by the sixth graders! Zhang Wujiu holds driving licenses for countless types of vehicles, drives a forklift on the spot, and has to physically fold Laoliu! Just as he was killing everyone, a cold-faced brother suddenly came. The cold-faced eldest brother is Shushan's most awesome senior brother, Shen Shi. Shen Xi said he liked him when he came up and wanted him to go with him? He, Zhang Wujiu, died outside, was quartered and disemboweled by five horses, and he had absolutely no intention of being someone else's little brother! Oh... It turns out that he was invited to be the eldest brother... The leader of Shushan felt that he, the sixth old man, could control the superiors, shock the inferiors, fight better than the thugs, and scold the gangsters. He was a good leader as the leader, so he sent Shen Xi to tie him up to the mountain overnight. Zhang Wujiu said confidently: "Thank you for your insight, but I have conditions." The leader asked kindly: "What are the conditions?" Zhang Wujiu crossed her legs and pointed at Shen Shi like an uncle: "I want him to be my wife and bring me tea, water, washing, clothes and cooking!" Zhang Wujiu has seen it, this guy is rich! An extremely expensive magical weapon, and any accessory can cost seven figures! He must wear this big brother in his belt. With this big brother, he can live an extra day of freedom and happiness. "Okay, don't regret it, double happiness comes to your door, hahahaha." The leader slapped his thigh and beamed with joy! One day later, explosive news came from the world of cultivation. A fool named Zhang Wujiu clamored to marry the living king of hell in Shushan as a Taoist companion. He was really killing harm for the sake of his reputation! Shen Shi grinned and bent down to look at him: "I can't get what I asked for." Zhang Wujiu joked while counting the money: Ha, man, he must be being tough! "Since you proposed to me, when will we get married?" Shen Xi raised an eyebrow and teased. Zhang Wujiu: "..." This man is so shameless! ! ! It wasn't until the wedding day, when he was locked on the bed and couldn't move, and his whole body ached, that he realized he couldn't get the money... The trumpet account of a max-level boss is attacked by the cold-faced King of Hell and his black heart Intention: If people can always be peaceful, everything in heaven and earth will return.