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

Shu Guan had not joined the bidding for the sheepskin scroll at all.


Although he was definitely the person in the room who most wanted to obtain the scroll, Shu Guan controlled himself, not making any bids or revealing any particularly interested expressions.


When the goatee old man took out the sheepskin scroll, Shu Guan was excited for a few seconds, but he soon became wary.


Because Shu Guan knew very well how rare and valuable the incomplete volume of One Palm Scripture was, so how could the goatee old man keep taking out such things?


Although the goatee old man explained that he had deliberately left a few pages of the sheepskin scroll last time.


But this explanation was somewhat far-fetched.


Anyone with a brain would know that it would be worth much more to sell such things together than separately.


Chapter 70: Fishing_3