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 Chen Pingan came to the east gate and saw the man sitting cross-legged on the tree stump at the gate of the fence, lazily basking in the early spring sun, closing his eyes, humming a tune, and slapping his knees with both hands.
 Chen Ping'an squatted beside him. For the young man, the matter of debt collection was really hard to talk about.
 The young man could only look quietly at the broad road to the east, which was winding and long, like a thick yellow snake.
 He habitually grabbed a handful of soil, held it in his hands, and rubbed it slowly.
 He once followed Old Man Yao over the mountains and ridges around the town, carrying a heavy luggage full of various objects including hatchets and hoes. Under the guidance of the old man, he would stop and go everywhere. Chen Pingan often needed to "eat soil". He would grab a handful of soil and put it directly into his mouth, chew the soil and savor the taste. Over time, practice makes perfect, and Chen Pingan can clearly understand the texture of the soil even if he just grinds it with his fingers. So much so that later, when Chen Pingan weighed some broken porcelain pieces from old kilns on the market, he could tell which kiln mouth and even which master fired them.
 Although Old Man Yao was withdrawn and unkind, and often beat and scolded Chen Pingan, once, Old Man Yao felt that Chen Pingan had poor understanding and was simply an ignorant fool. In a fit of anger, he left him in the wilderness, and the old man returned alone. kiln mouth. By the time the boy walked the sixty-mile mountain road and approached the dragon kiln, it was already late at night. It was raining heavily that day. When the boy who was stumbling in the mud finally saw a little light in the distance, the stubborn boy was struggling to survive alone. Then, for the first time, I felt the urge to cry.
 But the young man has never complained about the old man, let alone holds a grudge.
 The young man comes from a poor family and has never read a book, but he understands a truth beyond books: except for your parents, no one in the world should treat you well.
 And his parents passed away early.
 Chen Ping'an couldn't bear to lose his temper. The sloppy man seemed to think that there was probably no way to get through. He opened his eyes and smiled: "It's just five cents. If a man is so stingy, he won't have a big future."
 Chen Ping'an looked helpless, "Aren't you just worrying about it?"
 The man grinned, revealing his jagged yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "So, if you don't want to become a bachelor like me in the future, don't worry about the five cents."
 Chen Ping'an sighed, raised his head, and said seriously: "If you are tight on money, just forget about these five cents, but we have agreed in advance that in the future, a letter will cost one copper cent, and you can't default on it again."
 The man with a sour smell all over his body turned around and said with a smile: "Little guy, with a temper like yours, you will easily suffer big losses in the future. Haven't you heard the old saying that suffering is a blessing? You I don’t want to suffer even a small loss..."
 He caught a glimpse of the soil in the young man's hand, paused briefly, and said narrowly: "It's your fate to face the loess and turn your back to the sky."
 Chen Pingan retorted: "Didn't I just say that you don't need five cents? Doesn't it count as a small loss?"
 The man was a little deflated and looked annoyed. He waved his hand and said, "Gungungun, it's really hard to chat with you."
 Chen Pingan loosened his fingers, threw away the soil, stood up and said, "The tree trunks are very damp..."
 The man raised his head and laughed and cursed: "I still need you to teach me a lesson? Young men are so strong that they can flap pancakes on their butts!"
 The man turned his head and glanced at the young man's back. He twisted his mouth and muttered something that seemed to be a depressing curse to God.
 For some reason, Mr. Qi, the private school teacher, ended his teaching early for the first time today.
 There is a courtyard behind the school, and a short firewood gate opens to the north, leading to the bamboo forest.
 When Song Jixin and his maid were listening to stories under the old locust tree, they were called to play chess. Song Jixin was reluctant, but the man said it was Mr. Qi who wanted to see if their chess skills had improved. Song Jixin had an indescribable feeling towards the unsmiling Mr. Qi, which could be called both respect and fear. Therefore, Mr. Qi personally issued this edict. Song Jixin had to go to the appointment, but he had to wait. After the storyteller finished telling the story, he went to the backyard of the school. The young man in green shirt who was delivering the message to the husband had to go home first. He did not forget to tell Song Jixin not to arrive too late. He continued to repeat the same old tune. My husband is the most disciplined and doesn't like others. Breaking the promise, etc.
 Song Jixin dug his ears and took the trouble to say, "I know, I know."
 When Song Jixin brought Zhigui to the backyard of the school, the cool breeze was blowing, and the elegant young man in green shirt was already sitting on the stool in the south, as usual, with his waist straight and his body upright.
 Song Jixin sat down opposite the young man in green shirt, facing north and south.
 Mr. Qi sat on the west side and watched the chess without saying a word.
 Whenever her young master plays chess with others, her maid Zhigui will go for a walk in the bamboo forest so as not to disturb the three "students", and today is no exception.
 Located in a remote town, there is no so-called scholarly family, so scholars are rare.
 According to the old rules established by Mr. Qi, when Song Jixin and Qingshan Lang want to guess, black will go first.
 Song Jixin and his peers across from him started learning chess almost at the same time. However, Song Jixin was very talented and his chess skills improved rapidly. Therefore, Mr. Qi, who taught them chess skills, regarded them as advanced players. When he guessed first, he Song Jixin first took out a handful of white chess pieces from the chess box. The numbers varied and were kept secret. The young man in green shirt then picks out one or two black stones, and after guessing the odd or even number of white stones, he can move black first, which gives him the advantage of moving first. In the first two years of the game, Song Jixin never lost a single game, whether he was playing white and then playing, or black playing first.
 However, Song Jixin was not very interested in playing chess. He spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. On the other hand, the less qualified young man in green shirt was both a student in a rural school and a book boy. He spent time with Mr. Qi day and night, even if he just watched him sit and play music. He has also benefited a lot, so the young man in green shirt can occasionally win by chance from playing black. Now, as long as he plays black, the victory or defeat can be between 50 and 50 with Song Jixin. The improvement of chess skills is obvious. Regarding this kind of ebb and flow, Mr. Qi said nothing and just stood by and watched.
 Just when Song Jixin was about to grab the chess pieces, Mr. Qi suddenly said: "Today you will play a game of seat chess, with white going first."
 The two teenagers were confused, neither of them knew what "chess" was.
 Mr. Qi spoke slowly and slowly. After carefully explaining the rules, it was not complicated. He just placed the black and white pieces in the four-star positions.
 The middle-aged man's twists and turns are skillful and flowing, which is pleasing to the eye.
 The young man in green shirt who usually likes to abide by the rules was dumbfounded after hearing the "bad news". He looked at the chessboard blankly and finally said cautiously: "Sir, it seems that many of the rules will no longer be used."
 Song Jixin frowned and thought for a moment, and soon his eyes lit up. He relaxed his brows and said, "It's because the chessboard pattern has become smaller."
 Then, as if taking credit for his salary, Song raised his head and asked with a smile: "Right, Mr. Qi?"
 The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded and said, "That's true."
 Song Jixin raised his eyebrows at the peer opposite him and asked with a smile: "Do you want to give me the first two moves? Otherwise, this guy will definitely lose."
 The boy opposite him suddenly blushed and murmured, because he knew very well that he was winning more and more times. In addition to the increase in chess skills, the real main reason was that Song Jixin had become more and more absent-minded in playing chess in the past two years. , and even some are not tired of it. In many winners and losers, Song Jixin even deliberately let go, or after the first move layout is clearly advantageous, in the middle game, Song Jixin will deliberately take risks in order to slay the dragon.
 When it comes to playing chess, the talented Song Jixin is the first choice whether it is fun or not.
 For the boy in green shirt, from the first time the twister landed on the chessboard, he was obsessed with winning or losing.
 Mr. Qi looked at his school disciple and said, "You can go ahead with Bai."
 Next, the young man in green shirt moved slowly, cautiously and carefully, step by step. Song Jixin's moves are still flying, opening and closing, and the antelope hangs its horns.
 The temperaments of both parties are worlds apart.
 After only eighty moves, the young man in green shirt lost completely. He lowered his head in silence and pursed his lips tightly.
 Song Jixin rested his elbows on the table, held his chin, twisted chess pieces with two fingers of one hand, tapped the stone table gently, and stared at the chess game.
 According to Mr. Qi's rules, when two parties play chess, they can throw in the stone and admit defeat silently. The words "I lost" must not be said.
 No matter how unwilling the young man in green shirt was, he still slowly threw his weight behind him.
 Mr. Qi told his disciples: "Go and practice calligraphy. There is no need to clean up the mess. Just write three hundred 'forever' characters."
 The young man in green clothes quickly stood up and bowed respectfully to say goodbye.
 Song Jixin disappeared and then asked softly: "Sir, are you leaving here too?"
 The elegant scribe with frosty white temples nodded and said, "I will leave within ten days."
 Song Jixin smiled and said, "That's just right, I can also see you off, sir."
 The teacher hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "There is no need to see me off. Song Jixin, when you go outside the town in the future, remember not to be too arrogant. I have nothing else, three elementary school books, "Primary School" , "Ritual and Music", and "Guanzhi", you can take them together and review them often. You need to know that if you read a hundred times, the meaning will be obvious. If you can read thousands of volumes, and write as if you have a spirit, the true meaning here... you You will naturally know about it in the future. As for the three miscellaneous books, "Jingwei" on arithmetic, "Peach and Plum" on chess, and "Shan Hai Ce", you might as well read them in your spare time, and you can also enjoy yourself and nourish your character."
 Song Jixin's face was full of surprise and a little embarrassed, and he bravely said: "Sir seems to be 'entrusting' me, which makes me uncomfortable."
 With a smile on his face, Mr. Qi said softly: "It's not as exaggerated as you said. We meet everywhere in life, and we will always meet again one day in the future."
 When this gentleman smiles, it makes people feel like spring breeze.
 He suddenly said: "Go and see Zhao Yao and say goodbye in advance."
 Song Jixin stood up and said with a smile: "Okay. Then I'll trouble you, sir, to clean up the chess game."
 The boy ran away happily.
 The middle-aged Confucian scholar bent over to collect the chess pieces. It looked like a mess here and there, but in fact it was black first and then white. Starting from the last black piece placed by Song Jixin, he picked up the pieces in reverse order. not bad.
 At some point, the maid Zhigui had returned from the bamboo forest and was just standing outside the firewood gate without setting foot in the yard.
 He didn't turn his head and said solemnly: "Take care of yourself."
 The girl who grew up in Mubo Alley now has a confused look on her face, she is weak, timid, and pitiful.
 The gentle Confucian scholar showed a hint of anger and slowly turned his head to look.
 Eyes cold.
 The girl still looked dazed.
 simple and naive.
 The middle-aged scholar stood up, looking at the girl with the jade tree facing the wind, and sneered: "You are a traitor!"
 The girl slowly calmed down the innocent expression on her face, her eyes gradually became colder, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
 She seemed to be saying, what can you do to me?
 She looked directly at the Confucian scholar.
 Inside and outside the small courtyard, there seemed to be a pair of pythons confronting each other.
 The two regard each other as enemies.
 In the distance, Song Jixin shouted loudly: "Zhigui, go home."
 The girl immediately stood up on her tiptoes and replied obediently, "Hey, okay, sir."
 She pushed open the firewood door and trotted past the teacher. After running a few steps, she turned around and gave the figure a blessing in her back. Her voice was gentle and pleasant, "Sir, Zhigui is leaving first."
 After a long time, the Confucian scholar sighed.
 The spring breeze is warm and the bamboo leaves are swaying like the sound of turning a book.
 The young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown on his head was cleaning up the stall and sighing. When people in the small town who knew him asked the reason, they just shook their heads and did not answer.
 The last newlywed woman who had arranged her marriage here passed by and saw that the young Taoist was so abnormal. She stopped shyly, with a soft voice, asking questions, and those moist eyes that could speak. , but lingered hard on the young Taoist's handsome face.
 The young Taoist glanced at the woman quietly, his eyes slightly downward, and saw a bulging scenery. Then the Taoist swallowed his saliva and said a sacred hexagram, "Today, I will do it for myself." Sign, sign, it’s a big disaster.”
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 The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders. 
 I, Chen *Ping An, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode! 
 My name is Chen Ping An, Ping An* of Peace, and I am a swordsman. 
 The Midland world was full of wonders. 
 In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of. 
 At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face. 
 In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories. 
 In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture. 
 An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border. 
 He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland. 
 Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south. 
 Notes: 
 * Ping An means peace 
 ** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”. 
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 Accidentally traversed the deserted ancient continent and turned into the weakest black demon snake…
 What’s more unfortunate is that he is still trapped in the thunder formation and cannot get in or out!
 Fortunately, the super evolution system is activated in time!
 “Ding! Congratulations to advance, evolve into a three-tailed mysterious snake!”
 “Ding! Congratulations to advance, evolve into a six-tailed black winged snake!”
 “Ding! Congratulations to advance, evolve into a nine-tailed swallowing python!”
 “Ding! Congratulations for having acquired a new skill: Face Slap Invincible…”
 In this life, I want to be the foremost existence of the food chain! I also want to transform the dragon to make the people fear…
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 Welcome to Freia. A continent where evil magi ruled. Until firearms came, that is. Now the people live free of those demons…
 More, however, must lurk beneath the surface.
 Claude, a transmigrator from another world, finds himself in the midst of this changing world, attending ‘middle school’. Or, as he calls it, ‘boot camp’. His destiny was to graduate and join the military, but the future is seldom so simple.
 His life, and the world, is set on the path of upheaval and chaos the day he finds a cookbook.
 A magical cookbook.
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 As a true over-bearing president scum gong, when Xie He for the Nth time rejected his admirer, he heard a sentence in his head: “Congratulations on achieving the “rejects 100 hosts” accomplishment; as an award you will soon bind to the “Scum Gong and Cheap Shou” system, entering other worlds to complete capture missions.
 As a scum gong, Xie He expresses that it is very easy to hide one’s true colors, but…“I Heard My Boyfriend’s Brother Secretly Loves Me,” “Teacher Love Me One More Time,” “Raising Youth Manual,” “Your Majesty, This Servant Obeys,” “The Tyrant Lord’s Substitute Lover,” “Captive of the Empire,” “Disciple’s Cultivation Furnace”…
 Xie He: Wait a minute. These words sound really strange… and why is my role the ‘cheap shou’?
 System: Fighting poison with poison. Using scum to overcome scum. I’ll be relying on you to abuse the scum gong! Remember to not OOC~
 Xie He: He he.
 Later…
 Xie He: Hm? You say all the scum gong love me? Sorry, I only love myself.
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 The demon king, who was betrayed by his relatives, was taken to the lair of human beings. His heart was full of humiliation and resentment towards humans.
 “Despicable human beings, how can I be their servant? I am the great demon.”
 “Shameless human being, how dare you touch my tail? When I regain my power, I will tear you to pieces.”
 Surprisingly, the woman took him in for several days, fed him fragrant food, brushed his hair, bandaged his wounds, and brought him back to the mountains. The human released his restraint, touched his ear, and told him, “Go. I’m setting you free.”
 Yuan Xiang had just completed her Taoism studies and entered the Demon Forest.
 She wanted to capture a little demon as an apostle.
 A wolf demon was injured by the attack of other demons. He was lying on the ground with blood stains all over his body. Yuan Xiang couldn’t bear it. So she took him home, tended his wounds, and took good care of him. The wolf demon was untamable and often growled at her everyday, extremely vicious. Then she let him go.
 Thereafter, at times when Yuan Xiang returned from outside, she would find some strange gifts by her door.
 The demon king, who was hiding secretly, was tickled with hate: That woman made a binding contract with a demon cat! Besides that beautiful face, the cat is useless! She actually touched that fox’s tail. It can’t be better compared to mine. My tail is the best!
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 Ge Xiu is a nefarious star criminal. After being arrested, according to the Interstellar Supreme Law, he will face two choices: either serve a sentence of 1156 years in black prison or enter countless virtual worlds and become a miserable person who is tortured and abused all his life. How much he suffers is how much his sentence can be reduced. Ge Xiu chose the second one without hesitation.
 So… The trial surveillance system stared dumbfounded at the Former•Interstellar Most•Wanted•Criminal•Currently•Weak•Poor Ge Xiu in the virtual world, punching the empire, kicking the Federation, overthrowing oppression and building a new world. Then he turned his head to the camera and cried: “I’ve had a miserable life, really.”
 “…” The surveillance system that was about to explode of anger: “Like hell I’d believe you!”
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 Elric lived a traumatic life since childhood. Being bullied, detested by his family &amp; having no one who cared whether he lived or died. The accumulated loneliness &amp; suffering puts him through severe depression &amp; he decides to take his life's final decision.. SUICIDE.
 One day, his soul hears a voice calling out to him.
 "Wake up, Elric. I am the God of Darkness. And I'm here to give you another chance at life."
 To God of Darkness, Elric replied with only two words.
 "Fuck off!"
 Accompany the Protagonist in his journey to achieve an Impossible task he's given as he aims to become one of the strongest beings in the world full of Magic, Mythical creatures, Dragons and Gods.
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 The Shen Zhou Continent only respects the Martial Dao!
 On this immense continent, Martial Warriors stand at the peak of society! Powerful experts break the earth and shatter the skies to ascend the Nine Heavens!
 But to become a Martial Warrior, one needs a Martial Spirit!
 Ye Tian was a Special Forces Soldier of the Hua Xia Country when he died and crossed over to this strength-worshiping world. With his talent and experience, the youthful Ye Tian seemed a genius! But when he was fifteen, he discovered that fate had played a cruel joke on him — he had no Martial Spirit!
 But the heavens never closed off all paths; Ye Tian found an Ancient Magus’ secret diary and cultivated the Devouring art. No Martial Spirit? Then he’ll just devour the spirits of others!
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 Having reincarnated into a different world, Murong Lin found himself utterly bewildered. 
 The golden finger system informed him that he needed to eliminate the protagonist—wait, he wasn’t the protagonist? 
 Innocently, Murong Lin turned his gaze towards the designated heroes, a butcher’s knife clutched in his hand. Regretfully, he realized he had no alternative but to end their lives if he wished to survive. 
 Hold on, this pig was a protagonist too? And that tree? 
 Without any choice, Murong Lin found himself forced down the path of bloodshed.
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 My name is Wang Xiao Mie. I’m online asking for help.
 If you wake up and find yourself sleeping in a coffin inside a tomb and wearing a red wedding gown,and lying next to you is a real devil husband. What should I do if he wants to have a wedding night? Can I faint? After fainting will I be able to transmigrate back?
 Waiting online. It’s very urgent.
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 New Zealand underwent sudden changes and all humans and animals began to feel unimaginable hunger. At the same time, they begin their transformation into monsters as they feed voraciously.
 The chef Bai Yi with his daughter struggles for survival every step of the way, only to find that the entire New Zealand has transformed into a devil island. This, was only the start of the change to the entire world.
 Starting from powerful physical strength to mystical skills and then to magnificent battle techniques, will they be able to find a long peaceful future? From the evolution that humanity themselves triggered, the fate of the entire world is completely changed.
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 Amidst a disaster, an orphan contracts a sickness.
 In his waking hours, he is tormented by his ailment, but when he slumbers, there is infinite darkness.
 One day, when he was five years old, a strange Fate Trickster appeared in his dreams. Ten years later, he dreams of becoming a lord. To do so, he takes a chance to trade his fate!
 That day, Wang Zhong once again stood at the gates of the Tianjing Heroic Soul Academy. He was about to start a brand new life.
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 Weiss, who was a great sorcerer, was reborn. Not only did he return to his youth, but who was this sexy blonde girl in front of him?
 This blonde girl wanted Weiss to become her only male pet?
 Furthermore, this was the women’s world. The power dynamics of the world had been flipped on its head. Men were responsible for household tasks while women were responsible for providing for the family… “I am a great sorcerer. I can’t just be smitten by beauty in this women’s world!”
 “However, why does this female-dominated world feel a little different? The sexy blonde girl at the start knew a little magic?”
 “The magical elements of this women’s world doesn’t feel too weak?”
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