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Disputes in the rivers and lakes, a world of great contention. The boss of the Da Qin people was carrying a Mo Dao and whipped the world with black noses and swollen faces. The old immortals in the Jianghu squatted on the mountain and threw the whole world under him when he turned around. Strong men measured the earth on foot, and there were heroes who opened the sky with a sword, but in the blink of an eye they fell drunk in the arms of a beautiful woman. The Taoist priest carries his sword and the scholar is drunk. The beggar, dressed in shabby clothes, picked up a rotten branch and dared to rush to the Taoist ancestral court. In the long pavilion of Liudi, a man who had been sitting for thirty years turned around and came out, holding a peach blossom, and raised his hand to smash the ten-mile red candle. The reign name of Da Qin was more Dayuan. The young man carrying a wooden sword stepped out of the mountain village. (Single female protagonist) Group 298403039

Introduction to the new version This is a story about refining fakeness and returning to reality. In a world of spiritual practice where every step of the way is murderous, be cautious. Make familiar myths come true. In the strange and prosperous age of cultivation, the heavens controlled the three realms, and the underworld controlled the underworld. Let the emperor hold the sword Xuanyuan to protect the people, and let the students of Jixia preach to Jiuzhou. When I look back, my three realms are real and true. That's not a legend. This is real history. Introduction to the old version - monsters, gods, weirdness. The spirits who look down on the world from the clouds, the people who walk on the earth. Zhao Li entered this dangerous era and started straight into hell. The only problem lies in his strange dreams. In order to survive desperately, he had to embark on a path of embodying characters from major legends in his dreams, and then finding ways to capture people in their dreams and 'train' these people.

Demons, gods, spirits, rivers and lakes. In the tavern, barbarian wine girls smiled and avoided other people's hands, their tails swaying under their skirts; in the night market, it was unclear whether some were humans or ghosts under their hoods; tigers roamed the mountains and rivers, and old dragons slept in Dongting Lake. A sword, a person, a book. The road is ahead, the Tao is in the heart, and the sword is in the hand. Kill demons and eliminate demons, while immortals and gods retreat. When the true king arrives, there are no taboos.

Immortals, gods and monsters, princes and generals; the dragon girl holds the lamp, and the cup holds the sea. The wild fox meditates on Zen, and the fierce tiger realizes the Tao; he swims in the North Sea in the morning, and walks on Cangwu in the evening. Immortals and gods exist in the world, and demons establish a country. These originally had nothing to do with Qi Wuzhuo. Qi Wuhuo, who always saw square words in his dreams, only thought about participating in the spring exam next year. Until when he was making yellow rice rice, an old man gave him a jade pillow and made him have a long dream. Huangliang is a dream. ......... Huang Liang's dream awakened and broke through the ordinary mind, and from then on he opened the door to practice. The golden crow flies and the jade rabbit walks away. A grain of millet in the three realms, a few dust in the mountains and rivers. Walking through the busy city with a sword. No one knows that I am a true immortal.

The abnormality of the world is the persistence of the spirit of the monster, the persistence of the spirit, the abnormality of strange things, and the strangeness of the Sili Xiaowei, formerly known as Crouching Tiger. It was set up by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to deal with witchcraft and capture treacherous people. Auras and mysteries are reviving around the world. Human beings are groping to embark on the path of spiritual practice. The fairies and ghosts hidden in legends are emerging one by one. There are still countless evil spirits swaying in the shadows. An unnoticed museum and a tiger-engraved waistband from the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty make Wei Yuan the last Sili captain in the contemporary era, taking him to many strange things in the past and present. There are strange things in ancient and modern times. You don't say anything about strange powers and confuse the gods. You don't talk about them, but you don't listen to them. Let's kill it. An eight-sided Han sword can kill all the demons and monsters. Life and death must be determined, and the way of heaven is determined. When Wei Yuan was finally able to lie down on a wooden chair and squint in the sun in the peaceful years, countless monsters and ghosts had been sealed in the museum behind him.

The world has been in chaos for more than three hundred years. The Central Plains is full of singing and dancing, the foreign tribes are armed with powerful troops, swordsmen and immortals are everywhere, and famous generals suppress all directions. Five years before the world was in chaos, the young pharmacist Li Guan killed someone on a rainy night. Finally I opened my eyes and saw this chaotic world. Under the horse's hooves are numerous bones, famous generals, beauties, rivers and lakes, magic soldiers, common people, and ministers. Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand fields have been seen! Confucian scholars are crushed by iron hoofs; Buddhas are leveled with spears! Poor Taoist Li Guanyi, please let this world die!