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

"Why don't you predict what I had for lunch today?"


When he laughed, the nasolabial lines on both sides of his nostrils deepened, giving him a unique charm.


Shu Guan casually picked up an ancient coin from the table, threw it on the tortoise shell beside it, glanced at it, then picked up a brush and paper and began writing.


When he finished, he put the piece of paper in front of Du Wenqiang.


What was written on the paper were naturally all the dishes that Du Wenqiang had eaten at noon today.


In fact, he himself had already forgotten what he had eaten at noon today, because he had hosted a very important politician from the Republic of Da Hua at the time, with a variety of delicacies served. But Du Wenqiang's attention was focused on talking to the political figure, so he didn't pay attention to what he had eaten.


Chapter 10: Feng Shui (Part 2)