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...

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

Alien, I'm not done with you!

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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.

"Are you really little dragon girl?"

Fang Qiye looked at the beautiful girl in front of him who was wearing a black trench coat, a high ponytail, a long sword on her back, a revolver in each hand, and a small skeleton carrying an ax behind her. He swallowed and asked in a low voice:

"That little dragon girl from the Tomb Sect?"

The girl nodded with a serious face:

"Yes, I am that little dragon girl."

As she said that, the girl raised her hand and fired a shot, hitting the head of a howling zombie that rushed towards her...

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In 2005, Li Zhao, who graduated from college, did not know where to go, and after experiencing the confusion of his girlfriend's breakup and work choices, he came to Sanhe Winery by chance. In this small town with lagging development in the north, the Sanhe winery that has experienced the transformation of state-owned enterprises is ushering in the best development opportunity of the liquor industry, expecting successful small people eager to realize their dreams through struggle, but in the face of backward institutions, complex relationships, chaotic internal environment, harsh investment environment and ubiquitous contradictions, reality turns the dream upside down, life does not believe in tears, reality does not believe in hard work, what will be the result of the struggle of a small person?

“Sanye, do you know that you are like a book. Every time I see you I want to … sleep.”

After some hesitation, Xin Ai finally decided to approach Jian Sanye, who was famous for his power. She tried hard to make him happy, justify thousands of ways, sacrifice self-esteem and dignity, with the main goal to find her missing sister.

Three months later, the man threw a check in front of her, “I’m tired.”

Xin Ai stood up with her innocent body without a single strand, smiled wryly and said, “Alright, I’ll go as far away from you as possible.”

When they met again, Xin Ai closed her eyes to Jian Sanye’s presence, it made the man angrily push her against the wall, “We’ve slept together a few times. Is it so easy to forget me?”

Xin Ai smiled so sweetly and teasingly, putting her hand on the shoulder of the man, “Sorry, I have slept with quite a few men, sometimes I can’t remember it even happening. If I may know, what’s your name, sir?”

“Just watch, I’ll make you remember who I am.”