Elegance Never Goes Out of Style

Underneath daily life, at the end of reason, beyond the world you are familiar with - there is a scenery you have never imagined. When Yu Sheng opened the door for the first time, the world he was familiar with collapsed. And the "truth" that goes straight to the root of the world is coming.

The talking cow, me who stole clothes, the fairy who was forced to get married. Looking at all this, Jiang Man, who had just traveled through time, felt inexplicably familiar.

I've traveled through time. I became a debt collector at a bank in Birmingham, England, in 1987. My main task was to collect debts from debtors who failed to repay their debts. With the thought that we are almost in the 21st century and debt collection methods are mostly just freezing the other party's bank account or threatening to be put on the list of dishonest people, I pushed open the door of the debtor's house. The door was opened by a mythical dragon. She said: "I am willing to pay off the debt" So I became a dragon knight.

Sword and magic, gods and dragons, demons and abyss, humans and races. A door appears in this fantasy and weird world, bringing in a person who doesn't belong here. When the consciousness of two civilizations collide, what will emerge from each other? The Druid stood in front of a wheat field several meters high, while the fishmen chased the fish in the fishing ground; Magic trains flashing with inscriptions rolled across the plains, and the sound of multiplication recited recited from the academy; Ogryn and the children sat on the tentacles of the Dark Child, swinging and counting; Dwarves and elves clink glasses, devils and priests shoulder to shoulder; Gods chase and play in the streets, and nameless things chat happily around the wine table; The life and death of the hero and heroine in the magical image moved the devil in the bottomless abyss. Time will eventually tell whether this person brings happiness or destruction, but before that-- He wants to learn the lingua franca of this world and not let himself starve to death on the streets.

His name is Li Banfeng, the peak of the mountain. He is not crazy. The doctor said he is not crazy. In order to save his friend's life, he went to platform 96, boarded the 1160 steam train, and came to Puzhou, which was stuck in the steam age. He met the confidante in the old record player, the peerless beauty in the calendar, the swinging lady in the old clock, and the worldly master in the wine gourd. There are food cultivators who get stronger as they eat, cigarette cultivators who get stronger as they smoke, martial arts cultivators who get more ruthless as they kill, and wine cultivators who get crazier as they drink. There are travel practitioners who want to go anywhere, and there are home practitioners who don't want to go anywhere. There are hundreds of schools in the world, who can compete with them? Provincial, who is the leader. Bian Feng put on a suit, a top hat, a feather duster, and asked seriously: Tell me, who is the Lord of Puro?

As the only male in the Lu family, Lu Shui received an order from the clan boss today: go to the Mu family to break off the engagement. It is said that the beloved daughter of the Mu family lost all her cultivation overnight and became a waste, which made the boss of the Lu family very dissatisfied and wanted to break off the engagement and find another marriage option. Ordinary Lu Shui did not refuse. And when Lu Shui came to Mu's house and saw his fiancée, he was confused. It turned out that this fierce and discordant wife in the previous life was also reborn.

The wild world is full of gods and demons. Jiang Lan became a disciple of Kunlun. Knowing the danger outside, he decided to hide inside and practice in seclusion. Be a low-key Kunlun disciple. But when he came out of seclusion one time, the master brought a message. Kunlun found him a fiancée. Thousands of years later. Kunlun is surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the destruction of the wilderness is imminent. At this moment, the voice of Jianglan Dao echoes throughout the world: Today, I am sanctified.

Dawn. The light of dawn has yet to arrive, and the afterglow of the setting sun has long since faded into darkness. In the mist-shrouded city, churches hidden in shadows, blood vessels clinging to the cracks in the walls, gnawing sounds in the sewers, and whispering shadows... The lantern holder strolls forward.

Soot filled the sky and steam roared endlessly. The world is functioning as usual and prosperity is within reach. But everyone is ignorant. Only a handful of them have gone through the mists of history, studied taboo knowledge, dismantled hidden inspirations, and mobilized invisible power. They are called "the wise." The chaos and reality beneath the filthy surface of the world, starting from a mysterious incident at a concert, are gradually revealed: "Lord of Hidden Knowledge, Shifting, Aspect, Ritual Vessel, and Witness" - this is the extraordinary path of the "Knowing One"; "Inspiration, composition, piano, conducting, symphonic movements" - this is the sacred career of an "artist". Two roads, leading to the same destination. Wherever vision goes, destiny chooses. "The world is full of shortcomings, but eventually someone will see the glory." --Contemporary composer, pianist, conductor Carolyn Van Ning