The rescue was corrupted, and Chen Hao yelled up to the sky: If I take pleasure in helping others, let thunder strike him to death.

Dingdong: Help the ghost to start the system.

…

People have troubles, ghosts have obsessions, troubles are solvable, and obsessions are hard to eliminate.

Walk the world, balance yin and yang, circulate the laws of heaven, and retribute unhappy.

Where is my sect? Where did you take my sect?

Alien, I'm not done with you!

*

I, Chu Yao, have been cultivating Taoism for three hundred years, and finally managed to become a Nascent Soul Elder. I had not enjoyed a few days of peace when I was suddenly captured by an extraterrestrial spaceship!

The cave is gone, and so is the cultivation base. Other people who are cultivating immortals use their swords to fly in the sky to level the world, but for me, it has become like driving screws for aliens. Isn’t this style of painting not right?

That's all, the whole family is in order anyway, they just moved to another place to work.

Gold will always shine, at worst it will come again in another three hundred years!

Immortals need to be cultivated, money needs to be made, and technology needs to be grasped.

The spaceship in the left hand and the pistol in the right hand, industrial traffic is booming!

The entire sect has flexible employment, with the head engaging in real estate, the Dharma protector engaging in business, and even the Supreme Elder delivering goods live online:

"Old fellows, today I will perform a transformation of a god to overcome a tribulation. If you like it, please give it a follow."

Let's see how she keeps a low profile, gathers strength, and plays with the stars.

Emperor Xianwu ninth reincarnation, only to break through the shackles, was besieged and killed by masters from all walks of life.

Fortunately, a ray of divine consciousness traveled across thousands of planes to the earth and entered the body of the dead young man, just to get rid of the anger in his heart and to regain that peerless peak!

When the stars all over the sky open a door on the ground, the disorder of the solar terms becomes pollution, which is a disaster for the world.

Season division came into being.

At the flick of the fingers of the Lixia Commander, thunder and punishment fell from the sky!

Tomb-sweeping Day ordered the master to kneel in front of the grave, and my ancestors saved me!

…

A mysterious organization? I am no longer afraid of the left, let me know who is so brave Kangkang!

As he spoke, Jie Zuo picked up a weapon called the Soul-Eating Hammer, which was actually a stick, and picked up a lantern with a djinn living in it.

No matter how the world treats me, my answer is that it will be as big as wood...

"It's time to take medicine and understand Zuo."

"Okay, Dean."

Abnormal Item 008, Visitor from Another World, Description: A young male who claims to be Jie Zuo [Data erased]

(The world of Cthulhu and ghosts in this article is an imaginary world. If there are any similarities, it is pure nonsense)

"May I ask if a master-level player with mediocre talent like me still has a chance to continue playing professionally?"

In the league, Jiang Zhun, who had just been traded from WE to EDG, had almost full BUFF but could only sit at the water cooler, couldn't help but ask such a question in the counter bar.

"EDG, can't the three heroes of the Great Tree, Twisted Dryad, and Maokai start?"

"Master? I suggest you retire where you are and go to the factory to make screws!"

"How dare you say you can play professionally if you are not the king of both servers? You are the one who failed to catch up with Goldfinger, the protagonist of the brother's novel, at the beginning."

Looking at a bunch of sarcastic replies, Jiang Zhun was disheartened and ready to leave EDG with his bucket.

"Let's start with the most basic last-hitting practice. If you can stably hit the top lane without missing a beat, never get knocked out, and always come first in team fight support, then starting the lineup will definitely not be a problem..."

Under the post is the comfort given by a strange player.

However, when Jiang Zhun followed the advice and tried to change, he really transformed step by step.

…

Many years later, looking at the MVP trophies one after another instead of flower pots in his honor cabinet, Jiang Zhun was very glad that he listened to the advice of his Tieba brother.

[I, Song Wen, a five-time League of Legends champion, was lifting my fifth trophy when I saw the words "You were killed by a dump truck" on the big screen.] "So you mean I'm a character in a book? The LPL in the real world gets crushed by the Koreans every day, and I'm just a product of your imagination?" "It's okay, I'm the chosen one. Since I'm here, I'm the champion! Uzi and Faker are nothing!" "Damn it, a mere Silver player trying to hinder my progress? Bring on another billion rounds!" [I, Wang Ke, a struggling novelist. Just as I was about to run away after another poorly written novel, the protagonist jumped out of the book.] "Dude, you finally transmigrated, why do you have to play games?" "Have you ever played professionally? Don't talk nonsense, don't just assume things." "Okay, since you insist on playing professionally, then..."

My name is Li Xuanba. I am the third son of the Duke of Tang. I have been frail and sickly since childhood and am the weakest child in the family.

Until one day, my elder brother rode his horse out and fell. When he woke up, he became delirious. He took my hand and said that I would be an invincible general in the future, capable of killing a million rebel soldiers by myself.

Since my brother has said so, it must be true.

Also known as "The Legend of the Great Tang Overlord", "From Li Xuanba to Li Yuanba", "The Artificial Overlord Project", and "Brothers, the Situation is Urgent!"

The history of the late Ming Dynasty was chaotic and complex, and can be described as a history written by a few people with strong personal charisma.

Whether it was rebels like Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong, rulers like Chongzhen and Yuan Chonghuan, or traitors like Wu Sangui and Geng Jingzhong, each of them had many stories. It was because of these wonderful stories that the history of the late Ming Dynasty became so grand and turbulent.

To write this period of history well, we must naturally depict vivid characters, regardless of their stance. We stand on the edge of the long river of history and observe from the sidelines; they are merely a ripple in this long river.

To observe the world with a critical eye is what we need to do now, and to observe history with a critical eye is also a pursuit in our lives.

The river of history has flowed to our feet, and we can stand on its banks, ready to embrace our history.