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In the chaos, all the heavens and realms are dotted with stars, the planes are like the eternal sand, and the great Luo is as misty as dust. By luck, Zhao Lin traveled to the mortal world. Cultivation as an immortal was no longer a dream, but immortality could still be expected. Zhao Lin: With Brother Han's Heavenly Palm Vase and my golden finger, wouldn't my life fly by? Han Li: Brother Zhao misunderstood. Without your golden finger, I can still live a flying life. Zhao Lin: Brother Han said so... That's okay, right?

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, wars broke out all over the world, wars continued at the border, natural disasters continued in the Ming Dynasty, and Tatars blocked the borders outside the country. The imperial court was unable to suppress the rebellion and was unable to defend against the enemy. But all this has nothing to do with Chen Hailong. He just needs to sit high and say: Mr. Zhu, are you satisfied with the transportation capacity of this railway? Mr. Zhu, is this Gatling Bodhisattva easy to use? Mr. Zhu, it's time to pay.