Everlasting Life Since the Spring and Autumn Period

You are not allowed to play Wing Chun Day of Destruction or Basketball Pangu 🙂

Infatuated men and resentful women, passers-by in the world of mortals, heaven and earth hurriedly passed through history. I once discussed Taoism with Laozi, talked with Mo Zhai about the principles of heaven and earth, and drank wine with Confucius. I once protected the emperor in Hangu, and was burned in a fire because I could not satisfy the emperor's wish for immortality. Sages are my guests, emperors are my passers-by, and time means nothing to me. When Lao Tzu saw me, he said: I don't know his name, so I call it Tao! I am Hanguguan... And I am the only immortal god in this world.

Why don't you understand? Do you want to see that the ancient big guys next door were actually tricked by me, returning to the modern routine of showing off the saints before and after others?

I wonder if history has not changed?

Purple gas comes thirty thousand miles from the east, and Hangu looks to the west to see all the black and yellow colors. In the autumn of the fifty-ninth year of King Zhou Nan, on the seventh day of the bloody battle between the Qin army and the allied forces, I opened my eyes and found that I had become that bronze pass soaked in rust. The sweat and blood of prisoners flowed in the bricks of the city, the laws of Lord Shang were engraved on the arrow towers, and the ninety-nine ruts left deep marks on the pass - that was the trajectory of the disciples' westward journey, and it was also the cage that imprisoned my soul. "Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as stupid dogs." When the first ray of morning light pierced the mist of Mount Xiao, I heard the city wall roaring as it drank blood. The black armor of Wei Wu's soldier was smashed against the female wall, and the wolf-tooth arrow of Han Jinnu was embedded in the arrow hole. The flesh and blood melted between the arrow stacks turned into nectar that nourished my spiritual consciousness. At midnight, there were stars falling like seals from the top of Taiyi Peak, and we knew that the world was waking up: the innate gossip was born where Lao Dan was riding a bull, the evil spirit of military strategists was rising in Yunmengze in Guigu, and the bamboo slips in Jixia Academy burned into golden talismans in the void. "Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three..." On a lunar eclipse night, I devoured the souls of the 300th Chu army warrior, and finally condensed into a human form. Under the bronze covering, the Jiuli totem wanders on the skin; when you raise your hand, Shang Yang's measuring tool turns into a Zhangba Changge. But when I looked at Guanzhong, I saw that there was a shadow of Taotie hanging over the top of Xianyang City, and fragments of the Nine Cauldrons were suspended on the top of Zhongnan Mountain. It turned out that the "Tao" that various schools of thought sought was just to compete for the destiny in this era of spiritual revival. Now in front of Hangu Pass, the behemoth machine driven by the Strategist is crashing into the city gate, and the Bi Fang bird raised by the Yin and Yang family spits out fire. At the end of the ancient road outside the pass, the old man riding a green bull backwards saw me and sighed: In the beginning of the ancient times, who preached? I held Chang Ge tightly, and the killing energy accumulated on the city wall for thousands of years surged through my meridians. This body is both a natural moat and a prisoner. If you want to prove the truth, you should use the six kingdoms as paper and the magical powers of hundreds of schools as ink. On this fissured Spring and Autumn pre-Qin land, write what belongs to Hangu Pass - "Hegemony".

I hope the protagonist's identity will not be revealed behind the scenes.

Pretty good. But in this impetuous era, few people can watch patiently.

Only 30,000 words worth of seedlings are recommended, I'm convinced

I can't understand what's written in the journal, right?

Good looking, quick updates 😃😃😃

At that time, Zhao Yang was in power, and he clearly participated in the Huangchi Meeting. Look at his decrees and powers, and he's very tough and never backs down. I really don't know why so many people think that Wu has the power to defeat Jin. In fact, the power of a Jin Qing family is almost equal to that of Wu. At the Pingqiu meeting, in order to make Qi surrender, the Jin State sent out 4,000 chariots in one go, almost 30,000 people. Therefore, if Fu Chai tried his best to provoke the Jin State, it is unimaginable how many troops the Jin State would bring. . .

Will there be a human agent, such as a Christian priest?

In fact, the beginning is well written. I think there are two main failings. One: the character of the protagonist at the beginning is that of a hermit. But later on, the character of the protagonist has deviated. It can be said that it is the same as Taoism. He is too involved in the secular world. There are too many things to show the saints in front of people, and the participation is very deliberate. Two: The protagonist I am too obsessed with power, and the progress is too slow. It will be released soon. It has not yet been distributed in Jindu. The normal time to be released is when Qin comes out and destroys the Six Kingdoms. This type of novel is self-contained. The best pacing is to write it in the modern era before a million words or so, so that readers can feel immersed in it.

I just turned over there. If you want a eunuch, I won't watch it.