Chang Geng Wei Shu

In the winter of Tianbao's fifteenth year, 200,000 Tang troops were buried in Lingbao Valley Road. A modern weapons restoration expert named Xiao Yun woke up from a pile of corpses and possessed a young Shuofang military commander with the same name. He is not here to rewrite history. He just learned another way of writing "alive" among the dead. In front of Guo Ziyi's tent, he improved the Mo Dao Formation, and there were ten rows of Thunder Thunder formations in the bloody battle at Xiangji Temple. Yu Chaoen's bullets were as sharp as scimitars. One of the three women fed him three bowls of goat's milk, one protected him behind with two swords, and the other used Yi Shu to deduce the way of heaven for him. He planted all his knowledge into the most chaotic thirty years of the Tang Dynasty - craftsmanship, gunpowder, examination system, political meetings - and then watched them being covered up layer by layer by the dust of the times. He died on the eve of the Yongzhen Revolution. Little did he know that some people would later steal his books, blast open rocks to divert water to irrigate fields, and use his method to delineate grassland boundaries. But it is known that his seeds survived. It's not yet dawn, Chang Geng is still in the sky, but some people have already regarded it as the dawn.