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

This was an extravagantly furnished guest room, with every piece of furniture carefully arranged.


At this moment, An Zichun and Shu Guan were sitting by the valuable carved mahogany round table in the outer room of the guest room.


Manager Wang had prepared this guest room for them. Originally, after looking at Wang Xi and Li Ya's bedroom, Manager Wang had planned to have a car send them directly back to Taiyi Temple.


However, An Zichun smiled and asked if they could stay for one night.


Although he was greatly disappointed in the so-called experts recommended by Grandmaster Chen, An Zichun's performance today only made people think of the Jianghu swindlers pretending to be gods and ghosts.


Obviously, the newlywed bride had disappeared, but this Daoist insisted that the bride was still in the room. With such nonsense, how could Manager Wang trust this surname An Daoist?


Chapter 25: The Wondrous World of Daoist Skill