Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Wang Erniu's funeral was even more grand and solemn than the old lame man's. Although he might not have been as respected in his life as the old lame man, in death he won the respect of everyone.


However, for the person lying in the coffin, all the grandeur, all the solemnity, and all the respect and remembrance of the living, are meaningless.


The same is often true for the deceased's family members.


Wang Erniu's grave was also at the bottom of Taohua Slope, not far from the old lame man's grave.


Wang Dahu and his three brothers knelt in front of Wang Erniu's grave, crying their hearts out, while the person who shoveled the first dirt on the grave was Shu Guan.


After Wang Erniu was buried and the crowd dispersed, Shu Guan carried a bamboo basket and went up the mountain alone.


That day, he found five seven-colored herbs in the mountains.


Chapter 70: I'm Willing