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Reincarnation In the ancient land after the Conferred God War, Li Changsheng inherited a red dust tavern in the ends of the earth. He has a simple idea, which is to stay in his tavern, do small business, refine elixirs, and cultivate immortality, and live until he dies of old age. Until one day, his pet cat Ami began to quietly pick up "wild monsters", such as the injured Zhao Gongming, the escaped Yun Niang, the Taoist Tuotian whose soul was suppressed... From then on, Li Changsheng had no choice but to become the first 'game developer' in ancient history...

A young man in the world entered cultivation because of an incomplete secret book. He just wanted to devote himself to hard work in order to live forever, but he went through hardships and stepped onto the path of cultivating immortality step by step. At the same time, he was also involved in the grievances and grievances of the three paths of mystery, Buddhism and demons. The secrets of ancient times are depressing; the amount of love and hate is heart-wrenching. What you cultivate is immortality, what you understand is Tao, and what unfolds slowly is a magnificent and magnificent picture.

A shepherd boy lost a sheep, but got a book. From then on, he embarked on a long and arduous road of cultivation. ... The history of an ordinary person's struggle, the history of a businessman's fortune, the history of a shepherd boy's cultivation of immortality, and a fairy tale that had to be told - ancient secrets turned into a sigh; Immortals, demons, Buddhas and demons roam the four extremes and eight deserts; How much love and hate, passion hurts parting since ancient times. There is no love in the Dao, no love in the immortal, no chivalry in the immortal, I will become a chivalrous person! ... Guo Yang stood three feet away from the green flames, stared at it, and found a faint pattern in the middle of the almost still flames. Like a bird, it has low-hanging wings. Like a beast, with vague limbs. Like a human being, he has a delicate face, showing a trace of sadness but not sadness. Bright and pitiful, it is a kind of heartbreaking beauty. It makes people want to reach out and hold it in their hands. Even, hidden in the heart. --Excerpted from Chapter 99 of "The Biography of Guo Yang"