Originally a small clerk, I stumbled upon an immortal transcending a tribulation, and was dragged back to the Warring States Period. To survive, I resorted to modern technology, experiencing major historical events. It's impossible to revisit the original history, but to adhere to the records in the history books, I deliberately concealed many things. A chance encounter with a secret manual gradually transformed me into a cultivator. Over the course of millennia, I encountered beauties of all kinds, but without a breakthrough in my cultivation, I vanished into the dust of history...

A car, a gun, and as a police officer, I staged an American-style idai on the West Coast.

Capture my informant and beat up my little brother. Are you so cruel?

Have you asked me about the gun in my hand?

You must know that a gun is fast from seven steps away, but within seven steps, a gun is accurate and fast!

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!

Yang Tian: "Amo, remember this: what belongs to your brother is your brother's. I won't give it to you, and you can't take it from me."

Yang Guang: "But what if I like it?"

Yang Tian: "That won't work either, otherwise the world will be in chaos, you will be condemned for all eternity, people will curse you for being disloyal and unfilial, for being inhuman, for... In short, you will die without a burial place in the end."

Yang Guang: "..."

After a long pause, Yang Guang asked timidly, "Brother, would it be that serious if I ate an apple?"

I recommend Lao Mao's completed book, *The New Biography of Li Zicheng, the Rebel King*, ISBN 93534.

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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This is a world of swords. Beautiful women, magnificent swords, and romantic tales. Xu Qing transmigrates to this world, but is not a swordsman; instead, he's an angel investor in the world of chivalrous heroes. This is the story of an unconventional swordsmith (just kidding), who travels the world selling the swords he forges!

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...