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 The church reception room was in a mess.
 
 Everything on the table was swept to the ground.
 
 Lang Di lied on the table, naked. Under the candlelight, the tragic wound between the waist and abdomen was exposed. The wound was white due to excessive blood loss, smooth as a mirror, as if it was cut by a sharp blade. From the waist to the chest, the bones were vaguely exposed.
 
 The priest poured half a bottle of strong liquor on Lang Di's wound, and he screamed in pain. Then, he roasted a crochet needle over the candlelight until the tip of the needle turned red, then strung the thread and began to sew the wound.
 
 Gradually, he noticed that Langdi's pupils were dilated: "Have you used medicine on yourself?"
 "No way, it hurts too much." Langdi pulled the corner of his mouth: "I injected half a mandala, it only relieves pain, it won't be addictive, don't worry...but don't we have better medical conditions?"
 Bane responded indifferently: "There is no gel, no blood transfusion equipment, and no shadowless lamp here, we can only suture and bandage you."
 Another shot went down, Langdi howled in pain, reminding Bane of the dog that Ye Qingxuan raised.
 Langdi's expression twitched: "Father, don't you have a hymn to heal the wound?"
 "I'm just an ordinary clergyman, you have to find a 'chanter' who is proficient in 'hymns'." After that, the priest injected another shot, which made Langdi couldn't help but take a breath again: "Can't you help me find one?"
 "The nearest one is two hundred kilometers away." Bane said calmly: "I'm the only priest in this town, give up."
 Langdi's eyes suddenly went dark.
 "How is the war situation at the front?" the priest suddenly asked.
 "It's still so bad, still in confrontation, because of the relics, this war has been fought for a hundred years, it seems that it will continue..."
 He panted: "Now the people on both sides are in an arms race. It is said that the contemporary Mr. Chopin has secretly arrived at the front, and the contemporary Mr. Brahms is organizing talks between the two sides on behalf of the neutral country... but there is probably no result yet."
 After listening, Bane did not ask any more questions, but just said lightly, "Is that so." This made Wolf Flute, who had a lot of things to say, feel even more depressed.
 While suturing, Bane's movements suddenly paused. He used tweezers to pick out a very thin piece of iron from the wound. The iron piece was sharp and thin as paper. It was stuck in the bone, as if it had grown there originally, and it was difficult to pull out.
 "What's going on?"
 "The wanted black musician."
 Wolf Flute smiled bitterly: "I met him on the way here. He should be a follower of the evil god. I was careless for a moment and was ambushed."
 "Can you confirm who it is? The followers of the Hundred Eyes are all out in groups."
 "He was alone. I only heard the sound of the clarinet. Otherwise, I couldn't escape." Wolf Flute panted: "I remember that song..."
 He recalled and closed his eyes. It was like returning to the fog where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face again, and there were countless flying water droplets, like a rainstorm, flying up in the sharp music...
 "The song is based on Cromer's variations, solo, OP.74."
 Wolf Flute gritted his teeth and finally recalled the information in the record:
 "--He is the 'Rain Master'."
 --
 "Holy, holy, holy! Almighty God,
 In the morning, my singing voices penetrate the clouds and reach the Supreme..."
 Wolf Flute was awakened by the chanting of hymns in the church. He opened his eyes, only to feel the sharp pain of the wound, blurry vision, thirsty and hungry, the situation was so bad that he wanted to die...
 "Teacher, you lied to me."
 Lang Di's voice was a little choked: "Who said that they would not regret it after a trip!?"
 "Sir, are you awake?"
 In his dizzy vision, a white-haired boy appeared. He was holding a plate and water on the ground.
 Lang Di had no time to pay attention to the boy's white hair with obvious oriental features, his eyes were attracted by the food.
 After a hearty meal of eating and drinking, he was finally satisfied. Recalling the ups and downs along the way and the high spirits at the beginning, Lang Di couldn't help but sigh:
 "Most people will find that the things they never regretted came from mistakes, but it was too late when they found out."
 "Maxwell, "Refutation of Independence", Chapter 2."
 Beside the bed, the silent boy took over the conversation.
 "Hmm?" Lang Di was stunned. He just realized the boy's presence and felt a little embarrassed: "Uh, sorry... Have you read that book?" "It's in the library. I saw it when I was copying other books." Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I just read it. Many of the principles in the book are very profound and difficult to understand." Lang Di blushed a little. After all, this was a course he had to cram for last year under the supervision of his teacher, and he hadn't finished it yet... "The priest said you need to rest here for a while. If you feel bored, I can help you find some books to read."
 "No, I get a headache when I see books."
 Lang Di rubbed his forehead, feeling a little distressed, and soon his eyes lit up: "You know how to spell, right?" He grabbed Ye Qingxuan's hand, his eyes sincere: "Do me a favor! Otherwise I'm dead!"
 "Uh, please. I'll try my best."
 Lang Di waved his hands excitedly, and the movement pulled the wound, causing him to grimace in pain, but he still forced himself to smile: "As you can see... I feel like dying when I raise my hands now, can you help me write a few letters?"
 Ye Qingxuan nodded, and after finding paper and pen, he listened to Lang Di's dictation.
 Wolf Flute coughed twice and then brewed for a while, his expression suddenly softened, and his voice was soft: "Dear Milena, my rose, it has been a month since I left you..."
 Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but get goosebumps from the moment Wolf Flute started speaking. A letter that was filled with all the disgusting words in English was three thousand words long, so much so that Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but relax after writing it. Take a breath.
 it is finally over!
 "Ahem, here comes the second letter."
 Langdi blinked his eyes and looked at his green face: "Dear Ailian, my rose, it has been a month since I left you..."
 "Wait! This is exactly the same as the content of the last letter, right? And Ailian and Milena are two girls, right?!" Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "You have two people?"
 "No, no, I'm just dating three girls at the same time."
 "……You rock!"
 After finishing the three letters, Ye Qingxuan found that Lang Flute had no intention of stopping and continued: "Dear Mr. Sebastian, my..."
 "...Your rose? You don't even let men go?!"
 "my teacher!"
 Langdi's face also turned green, he didn't know what he was thinking.
 "Ahem, pretend I didn't say that."
 Ye Qingxuan buried his head in copying in embarrassment.
 The only good thing is that the letter this time was unexpectedly simple, with only a few sentences. However, after so many years of copying, this was the first time Ye Qingxuan felt a sense of relief that it was "finally over."
 "Okay, thank you friend."
 Langdi nodded with satisfaction and patted his shoulder: "I haven't asked for advice yet. Are you?"
 "Ye, Ye Qingxuan."
 "Oriental? No wonder." Langdi glanced at his white hair, nodded and said, "No matter who you are, you have helped me a lot. I will put in a good word for you at the priest's place."
 "Good words?" Ye Qingxuan tilted his head and looked at him: "Do you think it is useful?"
 "Uh, sure."
 Langdi thought of the priest's cold and stern face made of copper and iron, and he felt helpless: "Then I have no way to repay you. You see, the priest helped me pay for the car when I came here." Right now, the only one poorer than me is Angelou, who has borrowed 60 million in national debt.”
 Hearing what he said, Ye Qingxuan suddenly laughed:
 "You are a musician, I guessed it right?"
 Langdi was stunned. He recalled what he had said, but it seemed that he had not revealed his identity.
 Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pointed at the leather case on his bedside, and half of the metal flute was exposed from it. Although it looks simple, it has a special dignified texture and is obviously expensive.
 "Okay, you guessed it."
 Wolf Flute took out the flute, turned it skillfully in his hand to show him, and pressed the hole: "Do you recognize it?"
 Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "The shape does not look like an Eastern flute, and it is also different from the ones I know."
 "This is an instrument from my hometown, and it is not widely circulated."
 The wolf flute plays the flute. "It is said that this kind of recorder was first handed down by the ancient Semitic people, called 'Nei'. They lived in the desert, so it makes the sound of wind and sand when played."
 He saw some expectation in the eyes of the young man in front of him, and immediately smiled. He raised the recorder to his lips, played a few simple notes with the fingers of his left hand.
 Then, a clear and simple voice sounded.
 For a moment, all the noisy sounds that Ye Qingxuan was accustomed to disappeared. The sound of wind, water, distant footsteps, and even his own breathing fell silent.
 Then the notes sounded, like wind blowing from a deep cave, carrying a desolate atmosphere. Just like dry reed leaves vibrating in the wind and sand, iron pieces rubbing against the sand and gravel, they vibrate in the room with lingering echoes before disappearing without a trace.
 In front of Ye Qingxuan, silver dust emerged out of thin air and vaguely condensed into a vague shadow of a wolf. The wolf's eyes glanced at Ye Qingxuan as if they had spirituality, and then withdrew their gaze. As the notes vibrated, they turned around and disappeared in the breeze.
 In an instant, everything ended, just like an illusion.
 Silence returns.
 Soon, Wolf Flute coughed in a low voice, and the movement of his heart touched the wound, making him take two breaths of cold air.
 Next to him, the white-haired young man stretched out his hand to fish in the air, as if trying to find where the silver wolf was hiding. He found nothing, but he couldn't help but smile on his face.
 Smiling with longing and satisfaction.
 "That's great," he said softly.
 "You want to be a musician?"
 Wolf Flute suddenly understood and blurted out. But suddenly I felt a little sad. He understood why Ben asked him to take care of him - that bastard priest didn't want him to give him hope, but wanted him to expose it.
 "That's right."
 Ye Qingxuan held out hope: "Do you think it's possible?"
 Wolf Flute pondered, and for a long time, he slowly shook his head.
 "Sorry, Ye."
 Langdi lowered his eyes, not wanting to see the young man's disappointed expression:
 "——You have no talent."
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 We are born in the ether, become in the ether, and die in the ether. 
 Awe of the ether! 
 ——Sacred Scripture. 
 This is the golden age of musicians, music changes the world, ether creates glory, and the Holy Spirit ascends to the sky to gather with the stars. 
 This is a world where the long night is coming, where natural disasters and gods of chaos sow destruction and death, and the prosperous age is in turmoil. 
 This is the story of a young man embarking on the journey of being a musician, whether humble or great, just to reach the end of his dream. 
 Since then, there has been laid up for him the crown of righteousness and glory. 
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 [Aura Resurrection + Power Awakening + School Beauty + Wood Style + Sharingan + System]
 The spiritual energy of Blue Star has revived, and monsters are raging. People barely resist with the help of their awakened powers, and life is difficult.
 Lin Cang, who traveled from the earth, accidentally awakened the system and obtained the Wood Style. However, he was ridiculed by ignorant people as a wood-type power that could only heal and assist.
 All the students: "I'm laughing so hard. The wood type has no attack power at all, and it only has support. It's really weak."
 Only support?
 Lin Cang smiled lightly after hearing this and clasped his hands together.
 "Sage Art·Wood Style·True Several Thousand Hands·Become a Buddha on top!"
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 A 10,000-meter-tall Wood Style Buddha with thousands of arms behind its back appeared in front of the stunned crowd.
 Lin Cang stood on top of the giant Buddha, with his arms folded across his chest, looking indifferently at the shocked classmates at his feet.
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 The wife is first, the country is second, and the husband is of lesser importance.
 All of his life was spent riding a war horse and accomplishing meritorious military services. But what was the result? In the end, he was cast aside once he had served his purpose.
 Out of selfishness, he had favored his consort and neglected his wife. Ultimately, the one who stood by his side was the wife that he had neglected for 10 years…
 After being reborn, Jing Shao decided to repent and turn over a new leaf…
 Standing outside the door while holding a pillow, Jing Shao gazed at the sky. He must first mend his relationship with his wife. Jing Shao formed a fist and knocked on the door, “Jun Qing, I know my wrongs, let me in!”
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 Regarding Bai Taotao in Ruyi Village, everyone has nothing to say except for envy, jealousy and hatred:
 ——She is obviously a fool, but looks like a fairy!
 ——The younger generations in the village love her.
 ——She was so spoiled by the whole family that she can barely walk.
 ——The returnee [1] gao fushuai [2] just likes her, but she does not want to marry!
 Bai Taotao, the person in question, was irritated because she had unexpectedly failed to overcome the&nbsp;catastrophe, was struck by lightning, and her soul was pierced into a fool’s body.
 This dreadful place is so desolate and impoverished that she can’t even eat a full meal. Fortunately, the family took pity on this little fool who knew nothing about hunger and couldn’t even speak clearly. They worked together to make her white and tender, even though they didn’t want to attract countless covetous eyes.
 At that time, a young, educated youth in a white shirt carrying a heavy iron plow walked past her.
 Bai Taotao’s watery apricot eyes widened. This man is brimming with spiritual energy and has the ability to cure her s*upidity!
 She chased after the male youth, tugging at the corner of the youth’s clothes, taking a deep breath of the wonderfully fragrant and rich aura, and prettily [3] said: “Brother Blacksmith… good, delicious!
 Educated youth Song Zhi: ? ? ?
 It’s obvious that the white, tender, and watery little beauty in front of him looks more delicious, right?
 Later, people in the village became more jealous of Bai Taotao. She became smarter and more beautiful.
 The people who wanted to harm her and those who had harmed her were all miserable. Bai Taotao and her entire family prospered.
 Twenty years later, Song Zhi became a well-known scientist, was even recorded in textbooks, and praised as an outstanding figure.
 Forty years later, Song Zhi said on a TV program: “Thanks to my wife, otherwise I wouldn’t be what I am today, and all my honors today belong to her.”
 Later, according to the villagers who came back from visiting relatives, Song Zhi would boil water to soak Bai Taotao’s feet every night. Not only did he really rub her feet seriously and dry them carefully with a towel, but he also personally applied a fragrant moisturizer to her. Finally, he would pick up a bottle of bright and beautiful nail polish and patiently paint her toenails.
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 Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?
 The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.
 After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.
 Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.
 The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-
 "Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-"
 Stab
 Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.
 In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?
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 Lin Tian traveled through the prehistoric land and became a great disciple of the Tongtian seat. Because of the activation of the god-level writing system and his deep knowledge of the ending of the teaching, he stayed until the Conferred God after retreating.
 
 Tongtian went to the Zixiao Palace to discuss matters soon, so he handed over the affairs of interception to his major disciple Lin Tian.
 
 Facing all the disciples’ requests for advice, Lin Tian casually threw them a few books he had written for them to read.
 
 After reading these novels, the disciples of Zhongjie taught them all out of control!
 
 Thousands of years later, when Tong Tian returned to Jin’ao Island from the Zixiao Palace, the whole person was stunned.
 
 A rainbow of light came out on Jin’ao Island!
 
 Yunxiao: “With a thought, the flower blooms, and the king is over the world!”
 
 Jinpeng: “The top of the immortal, proud of the world, with me Jinpeng, there will be heaven!”
 
 Zhao Gongming: “When you mess with yin and yang, I will stain the sky with devil blood!”
 
 Tongtian: “Let you be an acting master, have you turned the disciples of Jiu Jiao into saints?!!!”
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 After crossing the Blue Star, anyone at the age of eighteen can enter the Endless Sea and become the island owner after passing the test!
 Ye Changge activates the god-level farm to have the ability to transform all things into gods, which can turn corruption into a myth!
 The effect of white radish after being transformed into a god is even more exaggerated than that of 10,000-year-old ginseng!
 After a dead seed becomes god-level, it becomes the Sacred tree of life, and the elemental elves born are all god-level magicians!
 After Yi Wangqingquan was transformed into a god, it became the source of God of War, giving birth to powerful God of War with unparalleled combat power!
 ...
 Looking at the powerful figures around him, Ye Changge thought about a question very seriously.
 Elemental elves don't matter.
 But why are all the God of War women?
 In this way, I really...
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 Lin Chen travels through the Fantasy world and binds the apprentice return system!
 As long as you give your disciple a chance, you can get a crit return. The higher the disciple's Realm, the better the Talent, and the greater the return rate!
 "Ding! You give your disciple the Marrow Washing Pill, a thousand times the critical strike will return the Jiuwen Qianyuan Gold Core! After taking it, you can get the Supreme Qianyuan Body!"
 "Ding! You gave the disciple God Mysterious Core Jue, 100,000 times the crit will return the Nine Cycles pill body! The quality of the pill has been greatly improved! The Nine Cycles pill pattern will definitely appear!"
 "Ding! You bestowed the blowing snow Sword Technique on your disciple, and a million times crit will return the holy rank Cultivation Technique "Extreme Immortal Sword Style"!"
 After endless years, when the heavens were in turmoil, at the end of the world, an ancient Heaven Court appeared, tearing the heart of Endless Supreme!
 The Empress of Yaochi, the Empress of the Kingdom of God, the Patriarch of the Immortal Sect... a series of supreme giants burst out of the sky!
 "Under the order of Master, those who cause riots will be killed without mercy!"
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 [Hot-blooded fantasy, explosive rhythm] Fang Chen, a young man, had his moral integrity taken away, suffered betrayal, and suffered humiliation. Thanks to the small pagoda, I received the supreme inheritance. Following the blood of the sword demon! Get the avenue of heaven and earth! One sword opens chaos! Immortal and gods are destroyed with one sword! I hold the sword and become a demon! make! Thousands of immortals and gods surrender!
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 Born into a wealthy family, Gu Shenwei was spoiled and carefree. However, at the age of 14, his entire family were brutally murdered, and he was caught by some bandits who sold him into slavery. As a slave boy, he entered Golden Roc Fort by chance and found the man who had slaughtered his family. He endured insults and worked hard to improve his kung fu while working as a slave boy. He learned from and plotted against his enemy under the enemy’s nose. He became increasingly ambitious as he became more and more powerful. He would only be satisfied if he completely destroyed his enemy—by fair means or foul. Gradually his bitter experience turned him into a totally different person.
 This is a kung fu fiction that is full of mysteries and surprises. This is a story dealing with love, betrayals and distances. This is the journey of an ordinary boy who, against all odds, fought against formidable foes. This is a tale regarding a person who felt abandoned by the world made unremitting efforts to create a new world of his own, in which he was alone.
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 What if Magic has always existed ever since the beginning of the Earth we are living on, but history has been written in order to hide these facts.
 What if the prosperous and well-known people in history is actually a mage?
 Enter a magic academy, rule your country. Be at the pinnacle of life!
 Join me in the journey of Emery and the others in the world of Knights and Magic as he becomes the Earth’s Greatest Magus.
 Authors Note:
 I have always been fascinated by writing fantasy relating to historical facts. In this story, you will find characters inspired by the real world and facts. The universe I created hopefully will make the reader’s imagination excited and logically plausible. I hope you enjoy it.
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 Author own Review after writing 300 chapters
 It’s a slow Burn, as slow as the whole volume 1 maybe will be depressing to read. The MC is still a little boy and he do mistakes. But if you could pass the second volume you will see how this story could reach webnovel top15 trending with just 300 chapters.
 Here are some of the things you will find here
 MC: Heroic, weak to strong, classic good guy in a cruel world. Fortunately, you will see he has many good friends who could fill up his weaknesses.
 World: Imagine Harry Potter combine with StarWars
 System: It a Magic story but with a System to easily follow. There is also cultivation
 Harem: No, there are many female characters. But I enjoy romance first. So even if there will be more than one love interest it will be deep.
 Other: There is deep research on science and history throughout the novel. Hope you will give this a try and be suprised
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 When he found out that he was in the world of a female cultivator’s novel and was still a cannon fodder, Fang Jinyu began the process of self-rescue like walking on thin ice.
 until he sees…
 [Today is a day to shovel shit]
 [Refining to get a face value +1]
 …
 【Today is a day of practice but nothing gained】
 [Refining to gain insight +1]
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 A mysterious natural phenomenon caused the Earth to be plunged into darkness. The world turned into an endless bloody chaos and mankind is on the brink of extinction…
 Chu Yun Sheng, an ordinary white-collar worker, discovered his family heirloom book shining a bizarre light by accident. Out of curiosity, he tried to study the heirloom book.
 After a long research, he still only understood a few symbols written in the ancient book. However, he was shocked when he figured out what messages the ancient book tried to tell him: the sun will disappear, and humanity is doomed…
 He tried to spread the message, but no one believed him; his family and friends even tried to take him to see the psychiatrist. Eventually, he gave up telling anyone, but prepared for the apocalypse in secret.
 Until one day– the sun really disappeared…
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