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Yan, who was forced to travel through time, returns. Still thinking about it. "I think back then, Zhu Yuanzhang could become the emperor after just one bowl start. I must be better than him. How about becoming an emperor for fun?" But the reality is real. He was driven down the mountain by the old Taoist priest. And every day, a madman would find various reasons to flog him. As Yan returned from time travel, he thought he could copy a few poems. You can think of what is written in the novel, with the aura of your own pig's feet, you can kill people when you block people, and kill Buddha when you block Buddhas. Galloping horses. The result was the opposite. Now he just wants to live well.

"Cultivation of Tao, what kind of Tao is it? Human Tao, Immortal Tao, Sword Tao, Buddhist Tao, Confucian Tao. Ghost Tao or the Tao of true love." "If you don't become a Taoist, it's all in vain. What's the point of cultivating Taoism? It's just a real person. But why is it contaminated with immortal energy?" "When you die and scream to the sky, no one in our generation will be like Penghao." Li Bai sheathed his sword and put his left hand on his back. The right hand is used as a sword finger. Li Bai's standing back was like the spine of a sword, straight between heaven and earth. His figure began to become illusory, and finally a pile of bones was left in place. The bones turned into ashes in a moment. A mountain boy named Li Xun was also left behind. Embarked on the path of monasticism.