My head hurts, didn't I just sleep, didn't I close the window and catch a cold? A young man sat up, clutching his head.

A morning light hit the man's face, and the man's eyes suddenly flickered.

"Is this a joke......., how can this happen." The man suddenly muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a bronze mirror appeared in the man's hand, as if he had been in his hand all along, and the mirror reflected his appearance, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was square, but he was extremely excited about something.

"It's so interesting, I can really see a lot in this way," the man said to himself, standing up suddenly.

But it takes a lot of planning...., but a lot of useful and useless things that I have learned before can come in handy, the man thought to himself.

The man inserts the mirror into Sumeru, dresses up, and takes his wallet. There are a lot of things to prepare next, he unconsciously shook his head and thought.

Looking in the mirror, the heart shines on the world, the world shines on the heart, the man thought of something, and glanced at the paper "Ancient Culture-Zhuzi Hundred Schools" completed on the table, there are many things that he laughed at himself, and his name was written below Mo Yi, associate professor of the Department of History of Tunghai University.

The sun shone on Mo Yi and walked to the door, suddenly he felt something, it seemed that he would not come back, took another look at the house he once lived in, closed the door and turned around, and strode away without hesitation.

But it is: once I have to meet the transcendent road, how can my generation be a Penghao Shi. It looks at the path of all beings again, and looks back at the way of no one like me.