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

In the small shed, Shu Guan sat on a bed that was wide enough for one person, with his legs bent. A wooden board rested on his thighs, and atop the board was a somewhat yellowed piece of white paper. He held a pencil in his hand and, under the yellow light of the dim kerosene lamp beside him, earnestly wrote several large characters on the paper: 'On How to Support 700 Ancient People.'


Shu Guan wrote very seriously, just like his attitude toward the task, but the characters he wrote were all squiggly.


In this life, although the old crippled man taught him to recognize characters when he was a child, Shu Guan didn't study diligently because he already knew those characters, not to mention practicing calligraphy.


Of course, his handwriting in his previous life wasn't any better either. In his era, everything had been digitalized. Which normal person still used a pen to write?


Chapter 2: Mind Mapping