In the spring of 6823 in the new calendar, Lu Xuan, who was a federal black household and a city in Xiacheng District, hid outside his high school classroom, secretly learned a cultivation exercise, and embarked on the path of cultivation. On the same day, he returned home and had a dream as always, in which he was in the Tibetan room during the Spring and Autumn Period, and the current Tibetan historian was named Li Er. Later, Lu Xuan dreamed that he had become the successor of the Tibetan history, the second teacher of Confucius, the senior brother of Zhang Daoling, and the second father of the first emperor... Later, someone dug up a roll of bamboo slips from the ground, and an incident was recorded on it. [Lu Xuan, the eighteenth Tibetan historian, has a sword aura like a waterfall, stabbing Qi Huan Gong in the dormitory] "You also said that you are not an ancient person!" "I'm not! Do you want to see the birth certificate? "You are only twenty years old on your ID card, and you are twenty years old to pick up stars and moons, you are stupid to me?" "Actually, I'm very talented!" "Then why does Daozang say that at the beginning of ancient times, Lu Xuan preached?" "Also, Dao Ancestor Lu Xuan and the fairy, on the bank of the weak water, not in a hurry..."Lu Xuan's eyes widened: "They have written this down?" ”