Datang Dao Pen Li

In March of the 14th year of Tianbao's reign, it was still eight months before Anlu Mountain raised troops. The singing and dancing of the Tang Dynasty are still going on, and the court is busy with party disputes. No one thinks that this empire will be turned upside down in eight months. Xie Yi is a student of systems, not fortune telling. But he knew that Anlushan would rebel, that Tongguan would be broken, that Suiyang City would be broken, and that Zhang Xuyuan would die for his country, and that this catastrophe would last seven years. When he knew this, he was squatting on the streets of Guangling writing articles for the list. He had three pennies in his pocket and couldn't even afford a bowl of noodles. An Lushan hasn't rebelled yet. There are already too many people in this world who cannot survive. Xie Yi doesn't want to save the common people, he is just a swordsman and penman. But the pen in his hand has gained more than a thousand years of experience. From a poor scholar on the street to a staff member of the Anxi Army to Lingwu's advice, he stepped on the blade of history every step of the way. With Lingwu's strategy, history bifurcated. Someone asked how a swordsman and pen official got to this point? Xie Ji thought about it: first he wanted to have enough to eat, then he wanted to do it for the people around him, and then - he probably just couldn't stand it.