At the end, Pangu really appeared. I borrowed from The Journey to the West and Su Shi’s "When is the first month of Shuidiao Song", and the protagonist was not condensed into Pangu’s real body, but it was not perfect.

When I wrote the last chapter, I asked a question through Li Suiyun’s mouth, "What kind of world would it be without saints?" Have you ever thought about this question, "What kind of world would it be without saints?" Saints represent order. What kind of world will this world be without order?
If this is the biggest regret, I think it should be the problem of updating. If I can update 10,000 words a day, everyone should feel very happy. Xuefeng is sorry. I didn’t expect that things would be so heavy this year, and it is difficult to sit comfortably in the code word because of frequent business trips. As a result, I have to go out to study and borrow my hand, brain and mobile network. Kaka is broken and can be sent to the editor to update Xuefeng. I am sorry for this.
Yesterday, after typing the word "finished", Xuefeng seemed relaxed and heavy, and unconsciously Xuefeng felt a little bit of pressure.
Although the work of the unit has been completed, it is still very busy, but it should not be necessary to let Xuefeng go out again. Xuefeng can sit down and code words with peace of mind.
The new thing is that I started writing yesterday, and this time I wrote a historical novel to think about fantasy, so the theme jump is not too big, but this study reminds Xuefeng of a history, a sad history that makes Xuefeng have to write history.
New, if nothing unexpected happens, I expect you to support me a lot this week. Please, thank you
Xuefeng was written on the night of September 13th, 2002.
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Xianling
Those who hate purple women.
brief introduction
I’d rather live more and have less money than stay close to home. This is a happy life in the dream of Liu Qingyun, a small business in Yexian County. However, in the appendix of Linzhou Annals, he decided to open a door to cultivate immortals and live forever. Seeing Liu Qingyun by the cloud dragon, a little monk lived a carefree life in the three realms of practice.
Chapter 1 Morning Moon Flowing Golden Bell ()
"I would rather live with more money and less money than stay close to home …"
Liu Qingyun, a small office in Yexian County, planned his career in this way, and he was very satisfied with the present situation.
He stretched his leg against the desk full of books, and when he saw the sun setting, he stretched his leg back, grabbed the desk and touched the heavy purse.
Although this job has been going on for nearly a year, I have to grind and copy the text all night long. I wish I could divide a person into three, but I can spare birds at ordinary times, and the money in this yamen is rich enough for a family of three in the city to eat.
Liu Qingyun, a parent, two brothers and sisters, and his wife may even be able to eat hard in her mother-in-law’s stomach. This day is particularly comfortable and she will not change for a fairy.
The small office easily went out of the county government and became a Mi Chong for another day. On this day, he didn’t do anything serious except copy a few official documents in the afternoon. Instead, he used it to review the table when he had a Chinese meal left in the yamen.
Working for the butler is so easy, less money and more proximity to home. Even the vendors selling tea eggs, sour tea soup and pancake fruit at the yamen mouth warmly greeted Liu Qingyun, "Let’s have a bowl of sour plum soup …"
Liu Qingyun ignored them and went directly into the opposite boss, where she lingered for most of the day before coming out. She almost took several sets of books that she had missed for a long time, and finally weighed her wallet before exiting.
It’s getting dark and Liu Qingyun is hungry, but he still tries to walk into the Sujia pawnshop and asks the shopkeeper, "Does the old shopkeeper have any good stuff?"
It’s dark, and many people have pawned their winter clothes at a good time when summer is coming, and then redeemed them when autumn is getting warmer.
"Liu is here?" The shopkeeper gave a gift to Liu Qingyun. "Yesterday, someone else died. It depends on whether you like it or not …"
Although Liu Qingyun is not a big customer, it is the most popular customer in Su’s pawnshop. Liu Qingyun always has a few spare money in his hand, and he usually doesn’t go whoring, gambling or drinking sanhua, and he doesn’t have its bad habits.
Although the pawn shop sales will not exceed three or four taels of silver each time, the expenditure will never exceed two taels of silver, but in the end, he can contribute a lot of money to the pawn shop every month, which makes the shopkeeper like it. Liu Qingyun is a sharp person who never bargains and buys a lot of lip service. "Liu Ban you see …"
The candle lit up, which made Liu Qingyun shine at the moment. Most of the counters had a faint fragrance.
As soon as you look at the Tibetan seal, you will know that this is the county seat Dong Zhengjia. The Zheng family has produced many literati and even a juren for several generations. However, future generations are too bad at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and they are very addicted to the poison of the seven-star acacia mandala, which has ruined the family business of their ancestors for generations.
However, the Zheng family did collect some good Liu Qingyun and once received a set of Flowers at a very low price, so he first swept the whole counter.
He has a good income, but he always wants to play Tibet, so he never chooses something with the right price.
The value of a book of money is hard to find, but it is not necessarily higher than that of a dozen pence.
Liu Qingyun believes that his greatest strength lies not in knowing the answer but in knowing how to find it.
Two counters are filled with the collection of antiques, porcelain, ancient money, bells and famous paintings by the Zheng family … Everything has a little antique taste, but Liu Qingyun knows that local rich people may not have any real antiques, and most of them are fakes.
He quickly selected a "Suspicious Rain" and "Xiang Lian". Although it was good, it was too good, and the price was beyond his affordability.
Do what you can This is the principle of Liu Qingyun’s buying and handling affairs. This is what the shopkeeper expected. Liu Qingyun is really a good customer. He didn’t bargain, let alone dry his mouth. In the end, he didn’t even make a penny business. "Huicheng 350 pence. Are you interested in these antiques? I’ll give you a discount … "
Liu Qingyun is very satisfied with what he likes to come to Sue’s pawnshop because although it is not neat, it is more affordable than the pawnshop, and the pawnshop and the industry are interlaced like a mountain. Just a set of "Fragrant Lotus" has been marked with 1,200 pence.
He glanced at the pile of antiques pleasing to the eye again, but when he glanced at the bell, he paid more attention to it, but he couldn’t help but stop. The shopkeeper had shouted, "This bell has a history of more than 300 years. Look at the red copper …"
What is the word "the shopkeeper doesn’t know white"? This bell really doesn’t look good. He just wants to pick out a few from his vocabulary to brag about it. Liu Qingyun has said, "Nice word!"
"Not bad!" The shopkeeper didn’t understand what this word meant.
Originally, I wanted to ask for a high price, but the broken bell was forced by the Zheng family to build a bunch of fakes, so I couldn’t take it from the fake antiques. A few antiques that were really valuable were all collected by the shopkeeper, but they were only goods with a history of one hundred and twenty years. If this broken bell can be sold for a few pence, it will be earned. Considering Liu Qingyun’s economic affordability, "The word is very good. Give it to two taels of silver to take away!"
"Two two? Good! " Liu Qingyun’s Sue’s pawnshop has never been used to bargaining and never bought two or two silver records. She took out a few pieces of broken silver bills from her purse. "The shopkeeper, please keep them away …"
He still gaze at that bronze bell which is slightly smaller than his fist. it is true that it has been several year, and many bronze bells have been glued to it, and some ancient characters have been written that the shopkeeper doesn’t know.
Liu Qingyun knows it-it’s an ancient fairy tale.
After the meeting, he walked back from the ground with two beautiful words, but the joy in his mouth could not be concealed. Seeing this situation, he might be able to hook up with which girl he was.
He forgot to buy two side dishes to celebrate that he had found the treasure door and studied the two bells without eating.
His room is a little old, except for some tables and chairs, which are rows of shelves. There are scattered books such as Shang, Er Ya, Shuo Wen and Linzhou Fu Zhi, all of which are treasures found by Liu Qingyun.
But I’m afraid these treasures are nothing compared with these two bells. Liu Qingyun touches the past word by word, and my heart can’t help but have a boiling passion. "It was immortal … it was immortal …"
The font is vigorous and powerful, and the so-called beauty of bones and flesh is a fake, which can all be worth these two taels of silver. This writing or "immortal writing" is very simple. Obviously, the ancient writing gives him a feeling of deja vu. Compared with the test, most of him can’t barely recognize the name of this treasure as "X light �������� month ������ bell", and he even guessed three words with Mongolian tape.
It was just as he expected that it was difficult to read ancient books.
In ancient times, a tomb raider won a jade engraved cross. At that time, people could recognize the word "Heaven’s Destiny" when Li Si was in possession of the immortal Qin Dynasty, and uncle Sun Tong knew the word "Heaven’s destiny" when Wang Han was monarch.
He should know that this ancient fairy tale is beyond his limit.
Of course, Liu Qingyun clearly knows that the more ancient and powerful the ancient fairy tales are, the more earth-shattering it is, especially before Dayu’s flood control, it is said that the fairy tales can achieve true immortality by day.
But Liu Qingyun has her own card.
The biggest limitation of human knowledge is not that we don’t know the answer, but that we don’t know how to find it.