Humanity Is Clear

On the seventh day of September in the 560th year of the Zhaoli calendar, In the third section of the Great Wall, Lin Xuange fought three times a day and killed six monsters alone. Looking at Lin Mansion in Beicheng, Mrs. Shen gave birth to a son. On the day of the full moon, Lu Huairen, an old scholar in the city, named the child. One word: salvation. "The savior is the helping hand. You have guarded the Great Wall all your life, and your purpose is to prevent the demons from coming. This child will take the remaining half step for you - to pull up those who have fallen." For fifteen years, Lin Zheng grew up in Wangbeicheng. His father has been guarding the Great Wall for ninety years, and his husband has taught at Handen School for thirty years. His roots are rooted in the wind and snow of the north. He does not cultivate immortality. No one in his school is a cultivator. They farmed the land, built canals, cleared the earth's veins, and built institutions. They teach people how to read, how to write deeds, and how not to be deceived. They say that people can live their whole lives kneeling, but this family insisted on standing. He carried his husband's "People's Guide" on his back, carried the broken handle of his father's knife, and got into the carriage. Go west. Go to where the gods are. He wanted to see if there was a place for human beings on the way to heaven. This is a novel about "roots". It is also a story about "seeds". The path to immortality is cut off, and the two rituals are about to collapse. In a world where immortal cultivators are respected, there is a group of people who use the stupidest methods to survive, but they live up to the hardest bones in this land. Immortals have immortal ways, and they ask questions nine days away. Everyone has his or her own way of living, and one's mind is set within a small space. Human principles are clear.