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

Rong Duanpu, who did not understand what had happened, walked over and asked in confusion.


"Oh, Uncle Rong, I've met Daoist Chen a few times before."


Seeing the expressions of the two, Daoist Chen, standing nearby, realized that he might have been a bit reckless just now. He hurriedly helped clear the air, saying:


"That's right, that's right, Mr. Rong, I have met this young friend Shu Guan a few times before; that is why I greeted him just now."


Rong Duanpu looked at the two suspiciously.


Although it was a bit of a surprise that Daoist Chen and Shu Guan knew each other, it was still understandable.


But the problem was that their expressions and manner just now seemed to be more than just simply knowing each other, right?


Just knowing each other wouldn't have resulted in Daoist Chen showing such great respect to Shu Guan.


Chapter 337: Drawing the Gun