Yawning, Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.
It was already seven o'clock in the evening.
"The hero of the canyon is nothing more than this!" He looked at the enemy's crystal that had exploded on the screen of his phone and laughed proudly.
His account had been unblocked last night.
However, he was too busy typing yesterday and forgot about it.
Today, he was naturally engrossed in the battle of the canyon.
Not to mention, a long absence makes the heart grow fonder. The game was also average.
In Ling Ping'an's eyes, the battlefield in the canyon became fun again.
After playing for a whole day, he won at least twenty rounds and only lost three.
He forcefully beat this account to the first place in the national server.
Putting down his phone, the bookstore owner, who paid attention to his health, began to stand up and stretch his muscles.
Then, he sat down, ordered a takeaway, and turned on the television.
The evening news was playing on the television.
"Today, our naval fleet stationed in the Kingdom of Malin and the Kingdom of Malin held an annual military exercise..."
"The armies of the two countries jointly carried out many subjects, including naval artillery bombardment, sea rescue, personnel transportation, and missile exercises..."
"The King of Malin and the Prime Minister of the Malin Cabinet jointly observed this exercise... and gave high praise to the quality of the participating officers and soldiers!"
On the television screen, the joint combat scene of the navy destroyers and frigates appeared, as well as the joint training scene of the Marine Corps and the armored forces.
Ling Ping'an looked at the news and was a little lost in thought. Because fourteen years ago, his parents had set foot on the land of Kunlun State from the Malin Naval Base.
He turned around and looked at the family photo in the cupboard.
The photo in the photo frame was already a little blurry due to improper maintenance.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and sighed.
He walked over, took down the photo frame, and held it in his hand.
The blurry photo could no longer see the appearance of the family of three when they took the photo.
He gently caressed the last image of his parents in the world.
In the end, his hand touched something behind the photo frame.
He curiously took it out and found that it was a small card.
There were words written on the card.
He took the card and walked to the counter.
After looking at it, he frowned, "Strange!"
"Why would someone write a historical story on this card?"
On the card, there was a story written with a pen.
This was a story that many people had read when they were in school.
During the Warring States Period, Qin was very powerful. Han was afraid that Qin would attack them, so the water conservancy experts from the State of Zheng went to Qin and carried out a plan to exhaust Qin in the name of building water channels.
Using water conservancy projects to slow down the pace of Qin's attack on Han.
Later on, when the matter was exposed, the State of Zheng told the King of Qin, "Initially, the minister was a spy, but the success of the situation was also Qin's benefit." For the sake of Han Yan's several years of life, for the sake of Qin's ten thousand years of meritorious service.
The King of Qin was delighted and ordered the State of Zheng to continue building the canal.
After the canal was completed, the King of Qin swept across the land.
Looking at the card, it was a complete copy of the historical materials.
Ling Ping'an scratched his head. He flipped the card over and found that there was a paragraph of text on the back: How could a person who drinks poison to quench his thirst not know the strength of dove poison? If he didn't drink it, he would die. If he drank it, he would be able to drag on for a moment!
"So..." Ling Ping'an thought, "This was copied by my parents?!"
Thinking of this, he put the card back.
When he put the photo frame back, Ling Ping'an realized that there seemed to be a thin genealogy behind the photo frame.
Out of curiosity, he took it off.
After all, the genealogy was the thing that affected the hearts of the people.
Because the genealogy could tell everyone in the federation who they were and where they came from? Something like that.
Ling Ping'an took down the thin genealogy and found that it was covered in dust.
He blew the dust and saw the name of the genealogy.
The Jingchu Ling Family Genealogy.
"So..." Ling Ping'an scratched his head, "My ancestor's surname is Ling?"
"This is really a rare surname!"
He opened the genealogy and looked at the words on it. Finally, he knew that his ancestral home was in Jingchu.
Two hundred years ago, he moved to Guangnan.
When his ancestors were in Jingchu, they were still a famous local family of witches and priests. For generations, they worshiped the Young Arbiter of Fate.
Ling Ping'an still knew about the Young Arbiter of Fate.
The protector of children described in the famous poet Qu Yuan's Nine Songs was a god that the Jingchu area worshiped during the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period.
Looking at the words on the genealogy, Ling Ping'an knew that his family had always been passed down from generation to generation.
Every generation of male members of the Ling family existed as the witches who served the Young Arbiter of Fate.
Until two hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, the entire family moved away from their hometown of Jingchu, where they had lived for generations, and came to Guangnan to live and work in peace.
Since then, the Ling family had been changed to the Ling family.
After reading the genealogy, Ling Ping'an smiled.
"I didn't expect my ancestor to be a fraud!" As a firm materialist, Ling Ping'an didn't like those feudal superstitions. He would only use them as material when writing novels.
Just as he was about to put the genealogy back, a small card suddenly fell out from the gap of the genealogy.
Ling Ping'an picked it up and looked at it. It was a paragraph of text from the Tao Te Ching.
"The good of the ancient..." He read the words on it, "Subtle supernatural powers, deep and unfathomable..."
"It's the fifteenth chapter of the Tao Te Ching!" He smiled.
As a web writer, how could he not read the Tao Te Ching?
Therefore, he knew that the fifteenth chapter of the Tao Te Ching was about the saint described by Laozi.
In Laozi's description, the so-called saint was an existence that others could not understand or recognize.
He was nameless, invisible, and indescribable.
He was distant, profound, and had infinite wisdom.
Outsiders could not detect the existence of the saint, but they could subtly sense the Great Dao of the saint.
Outsiders could not understand the actions of the saint.
It was also difficult for outsiders to understand the actions of the saint.
In short, this was a kind of high-dimensional existence that was very good at posturing, elegant, and refined.
It was an existence that was above all things and represented the ultimate truth and rules of the universe.
Humans needed to learn and follow his path and wisdom.
In the end, it was to hide and form something new.
This was also the theme of this article.
Ling Ping'an smiled, "I didn't expect one of my ancestors to like to read the Tao Te Ching!"
"This must be the Tao Te Ching that he copied!"
As he said this, he carefully put the card into the genealogy, put it back where it was, and closed the window.
But he didn't know, nor could he see.
From the moment he looked at the first card, the kitten, Bastet, had already stood up.
And around him, there were pairs of evil eyes, surrounding him.
One by one, indescribable monsters looked at him nervously.
He could clearly see that these things were afraid, nervous, and uneasy.
In the end, when Ling Ping'an put the genealogy back, they seemed to heave a sigh of relief and dispersed in all directions.
On the glass door of the bookstore, a huge eye opened.
It swept its gaze over the monsters mercilessly.
Then, punishment came.
In his eyes, long whips of strange shapes were released. These whips rolled up those terrifying and indescribable monsters and smashed them here and there.
Pa Pa Pa Pa!
In the bookstore, mournful cries rang out incessantly.
The entire world was shaken by their wails.
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