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 After waking up, I found myself in a group of people, male and female, with strange facial features: high nose and deep eyes, thin lips, round face and short neck, fine skin, brown eyes. The men are full-bodied and the women are tall. Both men and women have short, shoulder-length hair, curly hair, and maroon hair. And the costumes are even more peculiar: men wear lapels with narrow sleeves, tunic, knee-high boots, sabers behind, and women's dresses are much simpler, knee-length robes, right shoulders are exposed, left shoulders are also narrow sleeves, and a piece of cotton Quality shawls and high boots.
 Can't help admiring myself. In this hungry and thirsty situation, I can still get a very professional appraisal of apparel appearance with just a few observations. However, now these are not the most important, because I have smelled the smell of food.
 It's a few cakes and a bowl of noodle soup, so warm, it made me drool. I hurriedly took it from a woman in her forties, and thankfully vaguely thanked her. The cakes were swept away, the noodle soup was also bone-drinking, and the stomach finally felt a little bit. In fact, I still want to eat. I am embarrassed to ask if I can do it again, and then I find that the language is not good.
 It is normal to speak different languages. People at a glance know that they are not Han people. I don’t know if they fell in ancient times. Maybe I just took a free flight and landed in the desert of the Middle East or Africa, and encountered a relatively backward nomadic tribe. The result is still in the 21st century.
 When I was thinking more and more frustrated in my groaning incomprehensible voice, suddenly two people appeared in the tent, and the others immediately stopped talking and looked respectfully. I can feel the person's identity is unusual, but when the two men stood in front of the blanket I was lying on, I was surprised to open my mouth and stay away for a long time.
 It was a young nun who looked more than 30 years old and a younger monk who looked 15 or 16 years old. This identity is quite strange, and even more surprising is their natural and noble temperament. Just standing quietly, also flowing out of extraordinary Yunhua.
 The nun's face is similar to the women around me, but the skin is finer. The eyes are large, the eyebrows are wide, and the brown eyes are a little invisible when staring at me. She has a full body, and the simple maroon cassock can't wrap her beautiful figure. It's just that her forehead looks different from ordinary people. It seems to be pressed, and she leans back flat, because her bald head looks even more weird. I remember that the ancient Egyptians and the ancient Persians had such a custom of suppressing their foreheads from an early age, but only for members of the royal family. I don't know whether she was born congenital or intentionally pressed. But this flat forehead couldn't hide her beauty, and the whole person exuded a mature charm.
 Then carefully looked at the fifteen- or sixteen-year-old young monk, and could not help secretly admiring, it is really forceful and elegant! It is the same with high nose and deep eyes, but no roughness of others. The entire face is like a Greek sculpture, with a sharp three-dimensional silhouette. The combination of facial features is just right. The long eyebrows, the pretty nose bridge, and the light gray eyes are embedded in the large and deep eye sockets, as pure as the endless sky on the Gobi Desert. Although he was young, he was already glorious, and when I looked at me, I took a gentle look.
 His lips were thin, his lips were sharp, and he curled up his lips and raised a sharp arc. The face is long and narrow, the jaw is sharp, the neck is like a swan, and the lines are beautiful and slender. Unlike other white-skinned people in the tent, he has honey-colored skin. The wide monk's robes wrapped the whole body, and the nearly one-meter-seven head was lined up in a graceful posture, but it was still slightly thin. He is still in the stage of growing his body. In time, he should be able to reach more than 1.80 meters.
 I stared at these two strange people, and my brain spun quickly. Hearing them to me, it was actually Chinese, but it was very awkward.
 They struggled to distinguish where they were asking me where I came from and why I was alone. I looked up with pain in my face: "Can you tell me first: Where am I from which country?"
 The beautiful nun obviously didn't understand, but the young monk seemed to understand. He squatted suddenly, the pure and handsome face quickly enlarged in front of me. I stared at his elegant facial features, and my heart beat with a strong sound, but I was shocked myself.
 "Wenxuer, we're here, soon. Is the Han Chinese?"
 I was annoyed by my unexplained heartbeat, and I heard him sternly reverse the subject and the subject. The foreign-sounding pronunciation made me burst out laughing.
 He was a little embarrassed, his face flushed with blush: "Chinese, I, speak, not good."
 He turned his head and whispered to the beautiful nun. I quickly suffocated and didn't smile, thinking about the Wensuer he just mentioned, what is this place? Searching in his head according to his pronunciation, it doesn't seem to be the name of Handi.
 He turned his head and said to me again: "Mud, there, go?"
 I asked tentatively, "Changan, do you know?"
 Watching him nod, I exhaled. Fortunately, the place name Chang'an already exists in this time and space.
 "But..." He looked at me a little hesitantly, "Hate far, alone, mud?"
 I nodded helplessly. I couldn't figure out where to go except Chang'an at this time, and I didn't care how to speak the language.
 "We, go to the tune, mud, access, yes."
 He struggled to squeeze out a word, and I just wanted to laugh, holding back hard. It saved me and was able to communicate with me. Thinking to myself, what is this "tune"? It's been seven or eight hours since I landed, but I still can't figure out the geographic location and historical era. Alas, the graduate student of the history department of the prestigious and famous university is ashamed of home.
 "Mud, life purple?"
 "Huh?" I was confused and didn't realize it. He asked again, and I realized that Mingzi = name.
 "Oh, my name is Ai Qing."
 My name is always teased. The nickname has been since childhood: LOVE. Boys always like to shout at me, oh, myllove! My parents and I protested the name change, but they were rejected by them. After shouting for a long time, I got used to it. It’s not bad to call love, but unfortunately it has been called for so many years, my love bird, it has not come yet.
 "My name is……"
 He spit out a long string of sounds, which I couldn't remember, looked at him with the corner of his mouth. He said it three times very understandingly. Based on his pronunciation, I found the corresponding Chinese character: Qiu-Mo-Ruo-Ji-Bo, which was really hard to read. I desperately back: Chumoruojibo, Chumoruojibo, Chumoruojibo...
 The corners of his mouth raised and raised, and finally he laughed silently. The laughter is clear and bright, like the gurgling spring in the mountains. Recalling that I just laughed at his inaccurate Chinese, this time he could be laughed back, and his face was a little hot.
 He only smiled for a while, and saw my embarrassed face, and quickly hurriedly closed, pointing at the beautiful nun behind him: "I, Xylophone, Jibo."
 I am now able to adapt to his accent, which automatically translates to: Xylophone = mother.
 This beauty is actually his mother! Buddhist family. Can't help but think: See if he is still a teenager, is his mother brought into the Buddha? There was a pity in my heart, and I quickly shook off this unexpected thought. Jibo? I don’t know if it’s her name or her respectful name. I tentatively called her Jibo, and she nodded politely.
 "Mud, Hao Hao Xiu Xi, us, Ming Tian, ​​Shang Lu." (Translation: You have a good rest, we will be on the road tomorrow.)
 After the nun monk left, I shared a tent with the four women. Although they do not understand what they are saying, they are very friendly. I was embarrassed to eat any more, and lay down warmly on the carpet they laid for me.
 This suddenly broke into an unfamiliar environment, with poor communication and nowhere. The strong winds peculiar to the desert outside the tent whimpered and wept in the silent night. I'm not so strong, I feel homesick when I close my eyes, and linger on my pillow. To avoid crying because of missing my parents, I use the hypnosis method I use most often.
 The surrounding objects that had been measured before going to bed emerged in my mind, and I gave them a professional name one by one: I slept on a velvet rhombus ornament rug, the pillow was a dew-drop deer brocade, and the triangular blanket was covered, drink The water container is a single-ear netted clay pot, and the muddy gray pottery basin just filled the cake.
 I think I'm still ancient, because the craftsmanship of these pottery is still very primitive. Judging from the level of pottery in the Central Plains region, such a rough craft should be more than two thousand years old, I don’t know how it is here.
 In the whistle of the wind outside the account and the slight snoring in the account, I couldn't stop the day's tiredness, wrapped the blanket around me, and I finally fell asleep.
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 Beyond the earthly realm were Buddha and the Dharma. In the earthly realm were feelings of love. Camel bells rang the song of the West, about a love story that journeyed along the Silk Road over a thousand years ago…
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 One hundred thousand years ago, he was a disciple of the Tianlan Sect, his master soared, and he was refining qi.
 90,000 years ago, his nephew soared, and he was refining qi.
 Fifty thousand years ago, the old dog of Tianlanzong guarding the door also soared, and he was still refining Qi.
 Thirty thousand years ago, the old tree at the foot of the mountain became a demon. He was still refining qi.
 Ten thousand years ago, Zhang Wuji, a disciple of the ninth thousand eight hundred and seventy-second generation of Tianlan Sect, also ascended, and Xu Yang quietly refined Qi.
 He was in retreat for 10,000 years, and in the end, he broke through the ninth and ninety-ninth floor of the Qi Refining Period!
 Ten thousand years later, he broke through!
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 A Transmigrator with a below-average aptitude for immortal cultivation obtained a mysterious Immortal Mansion and from then on embraced on a path to eternity in this cruel cultivation world.
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 Lu Yiping was an ancient monk who witnessed the fall of countless powerful gods in the battle of the gods. 
 Since then, he has been living in seclusion in the ancient forest, practicing day and night, and vowing that he will not come out when he is not strong enough to fight the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth. 
 One era after another has passed. 
 A little snake next to him became the ancestor of the dragon clan. 
 A little girl he adopted became an invincible empress. 
 One of the swordsmen he pointed out became a sword god who was famous forever. 
 An old tree he planted at will became the patron saint of the strongest kingdom in history. 
 The years have changed the vicissitudes of life, one after another strong rises, and generations of strong grow old and perish. 
 Lu Yiping has been practicing his longevity arts in the deep mountains. Occasionally, he played the guqin, practiced painting, practiced swordsmanship, and looked at the various magical skills and great insights left by the countless gods who perished that year. 
 Finally, he had cultivated the Longevity Art to the last level, feeling that his strength could fight against the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, and then he walked out of the Sacred Forest.
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 The traverser Qin Yu was sent to the guillotine for knocking down the princess, and awakened the super villain system at the time of life and death!
 Throwing down the princess, causing public outrage, and making a big fuss all have villain value!
 Punch the proud man of heaven, kick the peerless beauty, I am the villain, who am I afraid of? Behead? King Kong is not bad magical powers!
 Are you leaving this to scrape me? Spelling magic weapon? Wutian Lianbao Jue! Xiaoye, my assembly line production magic weapon!
 Bi Ling pet? The cute dragon girl, the soft cat girl, and the charming fox girl are not only spiritual pets, but also part-time maids!
 what? The righteous people come together to destroy me? My eldest sister is the palace lord of Beihai Xuanjing Palace, and the second sister is the supreme elder of Yuhuamen. Come, you can encircle me again? The villain is just a mask, and there is often a gentle heart behind the evil.
 The sturdy life needs no explanation, I am me, a different kind of firework.
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 The world is a sea of bitterness.
 The mortal swims in the sea.
 The body is the vessel.
 The soul is the mortal on the vessel.
 The vessel carries the mortal as it sails endlessly towards the other side of the sea.
 Does cultivating the body strengthen the vessel enough to reach the other side of this sea of misery?
 Or does cultivating the soul give the mortal on the vessel the ability to master swimming?
 Cultivating according to the martial path allows one to become an Earthly Immortal.
 Cultivating according to the immortal path allows one to become a Divine Immortal.
 Which path should be chosen?
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 Ye An travels into a novel world, becomes a villain, loses his cultivation base, but also activates the simping system.
 As long as he completes the system tasks wholeheartedly, he can get rewards. 
 Therefore, he must accumulate strength and use all the points to deal with the protagonist in the future.
 However, what he doesn’t expect is that no matter what he does, he just cannot get the system points.
 Chikusho (God damn it)…
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 The fate of a Panda man, of course, depends on self-struggle, but it also needs to consider the historical schedule.
 I’m not modest either. How come I, a Pandaria Shado-Pan secretary, come to Kalimdor?
 At that time, I chanted two lines of poem “Protect the country and anbang punish the evil, the Tao will naturally eliminate the evil spirits” (manually help the dark circles).
 The author likes to dig holes, you can read it carefully.
 Family, friends, food, this is the true meaning of life!
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 This novel is also known as Trash Against the World: Black-Belly Evil Wife is Too Arrogant 
 ‘Lou Mu Yan’, the daughter of Tian’Ling Continent, Yan’Zhou Country’s God of War, has a prominent family background. But she was known throughout the Empire for being a tr*sh with blocked meridians. After the concubine, arranged by her most beloved’s Clan to marry him, severely injured her, she perished. 
 ‘Lou Mu Yan’ was the finest, most talented female celestial from the Immortal Cultivation World who was at the Body Fusion Stage and bore the Heavenly Spiritual Root. But because of a Spatial Storm, her Soul transmigrated to a completely foreign world and continent. 
 Perhaps destined, ‘she’ became ‘her’, and hence forth, she improved her constitution, tossed away the scumbag man, disabled the fake white lotus, and ‘abducted’ a powerful, devilishly handsome, and beautiful man as her husband. 
 The queen had returned. Just watch how she, the almighty, brewed a gentle breeze that roused the waters, flourishing in this foreign world, stirring up layers upon layers of storms and waves.
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 The phoenix led tens of thousands of birds as they flew over from the end of the horizon. Behind them, clouds akin to a sea of fire billowed as they swept by Chang’an. A golden winged roc perched on top of Xingqing Palace, its pupils reflecting the common people of the bustling Divine Land. Within the silence, dynasties rise and fall, while tides ebb and flow.
 Li Jinglong slowly dragged his body riddled with wounds, releasing a resplendent light from his hand as he kept approaching Hong Jun.
 “The living… are passing travelers…”
 His low voice resounded through the world, and within an instant, the black fog that enveloped the earth receded before the light.
 “The dead… return home without turning back.”
 That light is the blazing sun that illuminates the world, stars that twinkle in the night sky, an eternal heart lamp that pierces through the darkness.
 “The world…is a temporary inn. Since time immemorial, countless people have bewailed their short, bitter lives…”
 Li Jinglong closed his eyes and pressed one hand against Hong Jun’s forehead. A white light diffused with a whoosh, covering the battlefield littered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Within the shadow of that lamp, the debauchery in Pingkang, the parasol trees of the Exorcism Department bathing in the midsummer sun, the sand and swirling snow in the vast expanse beyond the Great Wall, Ah Tai’s clear singing voice, Mo Rigen and Lu Xu picking leaves in the early morning, Qiu Yongsi’s flying brush strokes that transforms into immortal poems in Li Bai’s cup–
 A young nobleman of Chang’an strolled through its eastern downtown,
 Riding a white horse with a silver saddle as he beamed.
 While traversing through Chang’an, flowers kept falling, where on earth is he going?
 Smiling, he enters a tavern where a foreign entertainer performs.
 (Last four lines are from a poem written by Li Bai used to ridicule hedonistic sons from rich families for their extravagant lifestyles.)
 A gong who has bad luck wherever he goes x a shou that can suck away the luck of the people around him
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 After her life ended, Nan Fei Yu was bonded to a Villain System. In order to complete the system’s tasks as soon as possible and reshape her body, she became a villain that everyone hated. Everyone wanted her to die! However, if the villain was delicate and soft, did it bring an alluring hallo?
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 A striking man of mysterious origin and peerless talent, he looks back at the world, in all its entirety, with utter disdain. And yet, in the treacherous and unpredictable ultimate formation of the Boundless Secular World, he guards a breathtaking ancient qin with broken strings, waiting silently for the destined one to arrive!
 A boy encounters him, and knows for the first time that the world beneath the Heavens is a fickle place. Not even demons, devils, ghosts and monsters can match the frivolity of human nature!
 A slender physique, and jade-like beauty, but the sword that strikes between heaven and earth is not unlike a streaming rainbow!
 The vastness of the starry sky, the seven emotions and six desires! Greed, anger and ignorance! The teachings of Buddha will grant you boundless strength!
 A sea of blood will come, at the cost of all mortal beings full of honest hope!
 The ghosts wail as the gods roar, but the sea of blood has no end!
 Where, pray tell, is the path I should take?
 Since there is no path, no matter how bitter and bloody the sea, even if my boat is made out of bones, I will soar to the heavens above!
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 A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated. 
 A poor little kid walks out from a remote mountain area while holding the Nine Dragons and the Incredible Cauldron. With a control over the time and space eternally, he embarks on the Path to God where he defies the odds of the boundless universe gaudily by fighting against royalty and clashing with the legendary generation.
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