[Wuxia] I Dominate the World by Copying and Pasting

Cold and rational on the surface, sensitive and passive on the inside×gentle and elegant, loving life. Completed The mark of pure love is very clear. If you get a negative score because two men are in love, the review will be deleted directly. Pre-receipt: "[Martial Arts] Salted Fish Stall Owner: Don't even think about escaping if you catch someone cold" CP is ruthless. The copy is below Suddenly a peerless master appeared in the arena. No matter who fought with the opponent, they would either draw with him or become defeated by the opponent. Suddenly, many masters in the arena went to fight, but they all came back defeated. After knocking down the challenger for the nine hundredth time, the peerless master Chi Yuxian put away his sword, looked at the new technique he copied and pasted, and threw away his defeated general without mercy. As a failed game designer, Chi Yuxian has never been so grateful for the rubbish mini-games he designed. Question: As an ordinary person with no strength, what should I do if I travel to the world of martial arts? Chi Yuxian: It's simple. Just be a good tailor. When in doubt, just copy and paste. The magic of attracting stars? Copy and paste. A clear finger? Copy and paste. No matter it's the Nine Sun Magic Technique or the Great Shift of the Universe, just copy and paste it all. With the help of copy and paste, Chi Yuxian dominated the world in just one year, leaving only the legend of a swordsman in black walking at night with an umbrella, and then disappeared. Just when rumors were spreading in the world, many people said they had seen a clingy black-clad swordsman next to the playboy in Jiangnan. Some people who did not believe in evil secretly went to Jiangnan Baihua Building to take a peek, and saw the cold and rational swordsman in black burying his face in the arms of the gentle owner of the Flower Building like a child. The voices of both parties were not too quiet, as if they were arguing. The happy people moved forward, and the conversation between the two became clear. "If you don't say you like me, then what's the point of living for me? I might as well just die!" "Don't be angry anymore. I'll tell you whatever I want to hear from now on." Pre-receipt: "[Variety Martial Arts] Setting Up a Stall in Famous Martial Arts Scenes" Copywriting: Wherever I fall, I sleep there You Mian had just traveled to the world of martial arts and found that apart from a useless system, all she had left was a shabby mess. You Mian, who was too lazy to think of other options, said, isn't it just setting up a stall to make money? He smiled lazily: "Isn't this very simple? It's so easy!" But reality proves that he is really not a stall holder: He couldn't get up if he didn't go out to the stall in the morning. If he doesn't go out to the stall at night, he wants to sleep. If it's too hot, don't leave the stall, and if it's too cold, don't leave the stall. It was not easy to set up a stall, and I still made a lot of money. I just sold a mirror to Chu Xiangshuai in the desert for a high price of one hundred taels, and the next second the stall was blown up by Shi Guanyin; I finally sold a pair of glasses on Bat Island, but the island owner slapped the glasses into pieces; I just set up the stall at the entrance of Liyuan, but I didn't expect that a green hat almost fell on Li Tanhua's head. He was really unlucky. Every time he set up a stall, he would encounter some strange people. Not only did they fight, but they also insisted on destroying his stall. Now that the matter has come to this, You Mian smiled slightly and had no choice but to use his fists to ask for a hundredfold compensation. A year later, You Mian, who was still making no money, finally met someone who had been taken advantage of. "Sheng Baotou, look at the jade pendant, it's graceful and luxurious; look at this purse, it has a long fragrance. Apart from you, I really can't think of anyone else who can be worthy of it!" "... Wrap it up." You Mian's lazy expression suddenly turned into a smile. She shouted out a sky-high price and prepared to pack her things. Unexpectedly, Sheng Baotou, who was still sitting in a wheelchair and still looking beautiful, took the purse and handed it to him instead. The young man's face was as white as the moon, and his fingertips were delicate: "Send it to you." The ears hidden behind the black hair were as red as blood. Intention: Rushing for salvation in both directions