Yan ZK

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years.
In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions.
Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night.
At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world.
Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms.
Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields!
Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!
"I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

Peace Order

Li Erlang muttered this sentence and instinctively sat up straight, then said solemnly,


"If a lord regards his minister as dogs and horses, the minister regards his lord as a fellow countryman. Good, good indeed."


"Brother, this sentence alone is worth three cups of wine, pity we only have tea here and no wine."


Li Guanyi grimaced internally; he himself did not understand such a doctrine of ruler and minister.


After scouring his brain for ink, he found the most universal and fitting response and said,


"The people are Water; the lord a Boat."


Light sparked in Zhao Wen's eyes. He clapped and laughed, "Good, good!" He felt a strong rapport with the young man before him. His own vague, unformulated thoughts were articulated clearly by him; thus, his joy intensified. He then eagerly engaged Li Guanyi in extensive conversations about the world, finding more in common as they spoke.


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