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In the 33rd year of Yankang, the world was at peace for a long time. Last year, the Di Di newspaper published that there were more than 70 million people in the thirteen provinces of Dalu and Beijing. The world praised the Holy Emperor for his rule. This was a prosperous era. However, there are Mengwu and Xiliang surrounding it outside, and there are disputes between people and land inside. It looks like a flower garden, but in fact it is a raging fire. People of insight are shouting for reforms, but they cannot wake up the drunken life and dreams on the banks of the Qinhuai River. On this occasion, the little Taoist boy in Wudang Zixiao Palace is thinking about a question: The emperor is not reliable, and changing to another emperor may not be reliable, so why not not let the emperor go, but change the Taoist sect to rule this big country?

I wandered around the world and saw that day, that place, that person, that emotion, and the melancholy under the rain of swords all over the sky. "Taoist priest, have another drink with me. When I become a human being, I will take the Yaochi Immortal Brew and serve it with freshly cut peaches. How about having a drink with you and me?" Xue Zhao smiled and said: "Where did the Yaochi and the flat peach come from? But when you cultivate into a human body, Qingcheng's frightening fragrance will be enough." (Daily direction, fireworks, early unit form)

Eight years of troubled times, with oppression by foreign powers and warlords fighting internally. The country is in chaos, and the country is destitute of its people. A modern man came here, and from then on there was a wonderful person in the world. He is a humorous and knowledgeable teacher in the eyes of female students; In the eyes of readers, he is a master of martial arts who writes freely and freely; In the eyes of the suffering master, he is an expert who saves the suffering and has unparalleled miraculous skills; He is a regular guest in the Marshal's house; Later they realized that it was not him, because he was the number one immortal here!

The bones of a chivalrous man hold on to his demonic heart, and his murderous aura disturbs the dust; I wonder where the guest is coming from, I am the fairy in the mirror.