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Fang Ping was reborn in the imaginary Daqian Dynasty. He originally thought that he could comfortably become a civil servant and a prime minister with his wealth of economics, get drunk in the lap of a beautiful woman, and wake up to take charge of the world... Until that day, when he opened his eyes, he suddenly discovered that a disheveled female ghost was smiling playfully at him... It turned out that this was not a historical novel, but a script of gods and demons! That year, the spiritual world was in chaos. The Youquan Blood Demon destroyed Kunlun and Wutai, approaching Shushan, the first gate to the spiritual world! That year, the world was in turmoil. The centipede spirit turned into a national master and ate up all the civil and military officials of the dynasty. The emperor of the dynasty only focused on enjoying himself and did not care about the government affairs! That year, the female ghost of Lanruo Temple was still waiting hard. Fang Ping's biological father was brutally murdered, and his body was not recovered during his lifetime, and he could not rest in peace after his death! The three realms are in chaos, and the sky is dark... Since Tian is not good at writing, I will write it! What is destined by nature, I think man is destined to win!

The dragon-seeking instrument in the left hand, the void mirror in the right hand, the Thief Treasure Vase on the head, and the bronze immortal cauldron on the feet, travel up to the nine heavens and the ten earths, traveling through all the heavens and realms. Kunlun Shrine, Wuxia Coffin Mountain... Destroyed ancient corpses, fighting monster apes... Thousand-year-old rice dumplings, ten-thousand-year-old leather figurines, nine-death Jingling Mausoleum Armor, one-eyed candle nine-yin? The big purple-gold loach under the underground palace? The unscrupulous black dog in the purple mountains? What are the super giant lizard eggs deep in the Bronze City under the Yangtze River? Who is the peak at the end of archeology? At the sight of Sun Que, everything was empty. Who is that damn fat guy Duan De? For real archeology, you have to look at me, Sun Que!