Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty, he became Wu Song, and from then on he unfolded a magnificent fairy tale landscape.

One hundred and eight demons reincarnated and caused chaos;

The spirit of the true dragon is torn apart, and the Song and Yuan Dynasties are fighting;

The Xianmen and the Hiddenmen appeared one after another to control the court;

Confucianism, Taoism, Law, and Buddhism are all yin and yang, and a hundred schools of thought contend:

Taoist priests who guard the dragon veins, demons who escape from control, monks who guard the destiny of the country, warlocks who kill invisible people, low-level sects, secret successors who control machine beasts, Meng Yuan warships sailing into the sea...

A different world of immortals and heroes...

In the middle of the 21st century, a meaningful message brought mankind to an unknown territory-the Boundary Convention: unknown purpose, unknown source, what kind of crazy extraterrestrial invasion? Or is it an attempt to cover up between major powers?

Since then, earth-shaking changes have taken place on the earth, rising sea levels compress the living space of human beings, and the weird body decomposition makes the only human beings face the crisis of genocide... Everything seems to indicate that human beings will eventually be bound by gravity Live alone, die alone.

More and more things with visions squeezed into this tiny planet from unheard of places. Supporters, opponents, and human beings with their own ulterior motives also began to make enemies in private for their own ideas.

A woman in an oil painting seems to be the key to everything. She makes people crazy but also gives people hope... Can men and women on the pioneers still smile?

Dreaming of returning to Chang'an, the Xuanwu Gate was stained with blood, and the depths of the Taiji Palace were filled with endless sorrow. The resounding words "The people are the water, the ruler is the boat" still echoed across the land of Chang'an, but the iron hooves of foreign tribes once again trampled through the Jade Gate Pass. How can this hatred be satisfied?

What kind of fury must Li Shimin, lying in his tomb, have uttered upon witnessing the suffering of his people? He pounded on the railings, only to see the land sinking into ruin!

My heart was filled with frustration, and I wished I could cross the river of history, pluck stars from the sky, grasp the sun and moon, and turn the world upside down.

So be it. I hear ghostly cries and the autumn rain pattering outside the window. I'll cut a worn-out pen and continue the story of the glorious Tang Dynasty, removing the dark parts. My Tang Dynasty has no sorrow, only the heroic spirit of war, emperors with the ambition to swallow the sun and moon, fierce generals who have fought countless battles, scholars in high hats and wide belts, gentle and virtuous empresses, loving fathers and filial sons, and a prosperous era that continues. This is my Tang Dynasty, my "Tang Brick".

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System + No (or multiple) female leads + No morals + Hedonism + ...

Transmigrating into the world of shameless scoundrels, I accidentally unlocked a check-in system. Check in on characters, locations, and scenes to earn rewards!

Chen Wen was originally a terminal cancer patient who had a stroke of luck and transmigrated to the world of shameless scoundrels. He was determined to enjoy himself to the fullest in this life. Suddenly, he awakened a check-in system, which made his new life shine with a different kind of brilliance!

Must-do activities in the South District? Check them out!

Teacher? Time to clock in!

Fiona? Forget about that, I'm allergic to hats...

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Man's first requirement is to live, the second is still to live, and the third is still to live… In certain circumstances, living becomes a luxury. In hell, we look up at heaven, reaching out our hands. Though we cannot touch heaven, we can at least get closer to it. We sing in hell, we give thanks in hell, we love in hell, we kill in hell. We embrace each other with tears in our eyes, then plunge daggers into each other's chests, not for anything else, but for that faint, almost imperceptible gratitude. The world of the Song Dynasty is my bondage, and also my sky. Only birds that soar in flight understand the meaning of the sky. The Emperor said—"Lend me a corner of the royal mansion, so you and your child may find refuge." Tie Xinyuan said—"I will repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude, but you cannot ask for anything. Whatever reward I give you, you must accept it." I may be smarter than all of you. In a sense, I am a prophet, I am a philosopher, I am a god!