Ordinary People Asked

Chen Qinghe, a mortal, made a living by making pens and learned to read outside the school window. This is a world where scholars from the five continents show their sages and hundreds of schools of thought contend. Confucianists can cultivate mountains and rivers by nourishing their Qi, and Mohist institutions can shake cities. However, he has no bloodline, no adventure, and no mentorship. When the beacon of dynasty change was ignited and the undercurrent of the struggle for orthodoxy surged, this ordinary young man used the pen in his hand as a ruler to measure the world; he used the road under his feet as a scroll to inquire into the sky. He gained enlightenment from the fireworks of the market and sought the truth in the dust of history. I don't practice the art of moving mountains and seas, and I don't seek the fruit of immortality. I just ask: In this magnificent era, can an ordinary person bear witness to immortality with a mortal body, and find his own path outside of history books? Where there are fireworks in the world, there are three thousand avenues. This is a story about ordinaryness, persistence and the fire of civilization.