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Live Forever from Daily Skills

Unsuccessful Art Student

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There are demons in the Black Mountains, with painted skin and bones, and evil spirits on the riverbanks, threatening life in the blink of an eye. There are even wealthy families who keep living people in captivity and use them as medicine. There are also remnants of the previous dynasty who have borrowed corpses to resurrect their souls in an attempt to recreate the old dream. Sixty years ago, Jiazi exterminated the demons. Not only did they fail to clear the world, but they also ended the last breath of life in the human world. At the end of the dynasty, the world was in turmoil with monsters and demons. The north was at war with the south and the country was about to be destroyed. Chen Qian, who traveled through time, became a sickly scholar and was burdened with the short-lived curse of "not living past the age of twenty-seven". Fortunately, he carried a piece of [Record of All Experiences] with him. As long as you focus on what you do, whether it is reading, breathing, eating, or walking, you can turn it into skills, accumulate experience, and break bottlenecks. Introductory hexagrams, basic body movements, simple breathing... Even the tiniest commercial skills, if taken to the extreme, are still great supernatural powers. "In these troubled times, people can eat people, but I don't want to die." "So I had to practice these life-saving skills to become a little bit stronger." ... Many years later, Yin Tianzi lowered his eyes and regarded the world as a pasture. Chen Qian's green shirt is hanging in the air, the stars under his feet form a disk, the number on his fingertips is son, and his eyes are full of yin and yang. He uses the heaven and the earth as his frame, and himself as his eye. Wherever he falls, all evil spirits are trapped. Between breaths, the Qi count reverses. The mighty River of Forgetfulness was just a trace of light ink in the palm of his hand, and with one stroke of his fingers, the fleeting years were cut off. That day, he covered the plate with one hand and asked softly: "This game... Who should take the lead?"