I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Yawning, Lingping raised his head and looked at the hanging clock.

It is already seven o'clock in the evening.

"Canyon Brave, it's just that!" He looked at the enemy crystal that had already exploded on the screen of his mobile phone, and smiled proudly.

His number was unblocked last night.

It's just that I was busy with coding yesterday and forgot about it.

Today, I am naturally addicted to the battle of the canyon.

Don't say it, it's been a long time since you won a newlywed, and the game is just average.

The battlefield in the canyon, in Lingping's eyes, became fun again.

After playing for a full day, I won at least twenty games and only lost three games.

This number, abruptly played several national clothes first.

Putting down his mobile phone, the bookstore owner, who is very concerned about health preservation, started to get up and exercise his muscles and bones.

Then, he sat down and turned on the TV while ordering a takeaway.

The evening news is playing on TV.

"Today, I am stationed in the Malin Kingdom Navy Fleet and held an annual routine military exercise with the Malin Kingdom Navy..."

"The armies of the two countries have jointly carried out a number of subjects including naval artillery bombardment, maritime rescue, personnel transfer and missile drills..."

"The king of Malin and the chief assistant of the Malin cabinet watched the exercise together... and spoke highly of the quality of the participating officers and soldiers!"

On the TV screen, the joint operations of the Navy destroyers and frigates appeared, as well as the joint exercises of the Marine Corps and armored forces.

Ling Ping'an watched the news and was a little ecstatic, because fourteen years ago, his parents set foot on the land of Kunlun state from the Malin naval base.

He turned his head and looked at the family portrait in the cupboard.

The photos in the frame are blurred due to improper maintenance.

Ling Ping looked at it and sighed.

He walked over, took off the frame, and held it in his hand.

The blurry photos made it impossible to see what the family of three looked like when they took the photo together.

He gently stroked the last video record of his parents in the world.

As a result, his hand touched something behind the frame.

He took it out curiously and found that it was a small card.

Text on the card.

He took the card and went to the counter.

After looking at it, he frowned: "Strange!"

"How could someone write a historical story on this card?"

On the card, write a story with a pen.

This is a story many people read when they were in school.

During the Warring States Period, the state of Qin was strong, and South Korea was afraid that the state of Qin would attack Korea, so the water conservancy expert Zheng State went to the state of Qin to carry out the plan of exhausting Qin in the name of building water conservancy channels.

The water conservancy project was used to hold back the footsteps of Qin State's attack on Korea.

Later, when the matter was exposed, Zheng Guo said to the King of Qin: "The first ministers are in the middle, but Qucheng is also the benefit of Qin." The minister is the life of Han Yan for several years, and the merit of Qin Jian for thousands of generations.

The King of Qin was very happy, so he ordered Zheng Guo to continue repairing the canal.

After Qucheng, the King of Qin swept Liuhe.

Looking at the card, the historical data was almost completely copied.

Ling Ping scratched his head, he turned the card over, and found that there was still a paragraph on the back: People who drink poison to quench their thirst, how can they be unaware of the ferocity of poison? Without it, if you don't drink it, you will die, and if you drink it, you can live for a while!

"So..." Lingping thought, "This is what my parents copied?!"

Thinking of this, he put the card back.

When he put the photo frame back, Ling Ping'an found that there seemed to be a thin family tree behind the place where the photo frame was originally placed.

He suddenly took it down out of curiosity.

After all, genealogy is the thing that most affects the hearts of Chinese people.

Because the genealogy can tell every Commonwealth - who am I and where do I come from? s things.

Ling Ping'an took down the thin genealogy and found that it was covered with dust.

He blew the dust and saw the name of the family tree.

"Jing Chu Ling's Family Tree".

"So..." Lingping scratched his head: "My ancestor's surname is Ling?"

"It's really a rare surname!"

He opened the genealogy, looked at the words on it, and finally knew that his ancestral home was originally in Jingchu.

Two hundred years ago, it moved to Guangnan.

When the ancestor was in Jingchu, he was still a famous local Wuzhu family, and for generations, they worshiped Shao Siming.

Shao Siming, Lingping still knows.

The protector of children described in the famous poet Qu Yuan's Nine Songs was a god worshipped in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in the Jingchu region.

Looking at the words on the genealogy, Ling Ping'an knew that his family had been passed down from generation to generation.

Each generation of the males of the Ling family exists as a witch who serves the commander-in-chief.

Until two hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, the family moved away from the hometown of Jingchu, where they had lived for generations, and came to Guangnan to live and work in peace and contentment.

Since then, the Ling family has been changed to the Ling family.

After reading the genealogy, Lingping smiled.

"I can't believe that my ancestors were still a magician!" As a staunch materialist, Ling Ping'an doesn't really care about those feudal superstitions, that is, when writing novels, he will use them as materials.

Just as he was about to put this genealogy back, suddenly, a small card fell out from the gap in the genealogy.

Lingping picked it up and looked at it. It was a passage from the Tao Te Ching.

"The goodness of the ancients is a Taoist..." He read the words above: "Subtle supernatural powers, deep and incomprehensible..."

"It's the fifteenth chapter of the Tao Te Ching!" He laughed.

As a web writer, how can you not read the Tao Te Ching?

Therefore, he knew that the fifteenth chapter of the Tao Te Ching was about the situation of the sage described by Lao Tzu.

In Lao Tzu's description, the so-called saint is a kind of existence that cannot be understood or recognized by others.

He is nameless, formless, indescribable.

It is also far and profound, and has infinite wisdom.

Outsiders cannot perceive the existence of saints, but they can subtly perceive the avenues of saints.

The actions of the saint cannot be understood by outsiders.

It is difficult for outsiders to understand the actions of saints.

In short, this is a high-dimensional existence that is very good at pretending to be coercive, and is elegant and refined.

It is above all things and represents the existence of the ultimate truth and rules of the universe.

Humans need to learn and follow His ways and wisdom.

In the end, it is the cover and the new.

This is also the subject of this article.

Ling Ping Ping smiled: "I can't think of one of my ancestors who likes to read the Tao Te Ching!"

"This must be the Tao Te Ching he copied!"

With that said, he carefully put the card in the genealogy, put it back in place, and closed the window.

But he didn't know it at all and couldn't see it.

From the moment he looked at the first card, Kitty Best had stood up.

And around him, there are a pair of evil pupils, surrounding him.

The indescribable monsters looked at him nervously.

It is obvious that these things are afraid, nervous, and uneasy.

In the end, when Ling Ping Ping put the genealogy back, they scattered like a sigh of relief.

On the glass door of the bookstore, a huge pupil opened.

He glanced at those monsters relentlessly.

Then came the punishment.

In the pupils, strange-shaped long whips were released, and these long whips rolled up the terrifying and indescribable monsters and smashed them around.

Clap clap clap!

In the bookstore, mournful screams could be heard endlessly.

The whole world was shaken by their wailing.

Kitten Best, curled up tremblingly, leaned beside the computer, and slumped down cautiously.

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