In the capital of Wei, high in the sky, the nine-layer cloud platform is like petals, slowly blooming.
A bloody bell tower emerged from the cloud platform.
The celebrities of the Wei Dynasty were romantic, and they paid attention to elegance and elegance. They liked to use light colors such as blue, white, and gray in buildings and clothing. Blood, a color considered unlucky and conflicting by the celebrities of the Wei Dynasty, was only used in the most urgent situations in the military. in the order letter.
In the entire Wei capital, only this bell tower built at the founding of the country used a little blood color.
The bell tower shook slightly, and the low chimes of the bells were heard loudly, turning into circles of invisible ripples that quickly swept across the entire Wei territory.
On the extremely distant southwest side of the Wei Dynasty, on the grassland, large flocks of sheep were like white clouds, running on the green grassland. A beautiful girl in gorgeous clothes, riding a horse, waving a whip, driving the sheep.
Large groups of burly men rode horses, shouted loudly, and waved horse poles, chasing a group of wild horses that appeared out of nowhere in the distance.
The big men laughed loudly, and a burly man laughed loudly at a tall, thin, fair-skinned boy: "Young man, be careful, don't let the Mustang King kick you..."
The young man with fair and delicate skin, like jade, was also shirtless like these men, waving a horse roping pole that was almost as thick as his arm... Amidst the teasing laughter of the big men, the young man rode hard and ran wildly, his handsome face It is filled with the charming brilliance of vitality.
When the bell sounded, the young man who had been living in this nomadic tribe for several years and was almost regarded as one of his own by the tribesmen suddenly stiffened.
He raised his head and looked in the direction of Wei Capital.
In the horrified and frightened eyes of those big men, the young man's whole body was emitting golden light, his body expanded to the size of a hundred feet, and he shot straight into the sky with a 'hoo' sound.
"I, Xiahou Rulong, announce that this time, I will be my king's eternal refuge." The fair-skinned boy lowered his head, smiled and nodded to a pretty girl among the nomadic girls who were also stunned: "Wait for me, my king's promise , will not change, I will come to marry you... I said that I will let the current God Emperor be our witness!"
Xiahou Rulong took one step forward, each step crossing the territory of a state, each step leaving a huge golden footprint in the void, and in this way he walked towards the capital of Wei step by step.
In the southwest of the Wei Dynasty, there is a huge lake. In a lakeside fishing village, in a simple thatched hut, an old man with long hair and a white beard spread across his chest, with a steady and solemn aura, is holding a scroll in his right hand and a ruler in his left hand, shaking his head. Reciting poems.
"The sound of wind and rain at night..."
The old master stretched out his voice and read word by word.
"The sound of wind and rain at night..."
In the hut, about a hundred children from seven or eight nearby fishing villages were holding book scrolls made of wood chips tightly. They imitated the old master in the loudest voice and read word by word along with him, shaking their heads and shaking their heads.
"How many flowers have fallen..."
The old master smiled and nodded vigorously.
Beautiful, beautiful, such a beautiful poem, simple, but meaningful... It has a great power that penetrates into the soul.
The old master closed his eyes slightly, and a few tears dripped from the corners of his big eyes, slowly flowing down his smooth cheeks. The old man was moved to tears every time he recited these poems, which were easily preserved from ancient mythological times.
He seemed to be able to see through these words the majestic beings standing at the pinnacle of the words.
"How many flowers have fallen..."
The children were also shaking their heads and reciting poems along with him with immersed expressions on their faces.
Outside the thatched house, under a row of thatched huts, large stone slabs were lined up neatly. Dozens of older fishing village boys were holding brushes and drawing strokes on the stone slabs, soaked in water and copying books.
Copying can not only deepen your memory, but also practice calligraphy.
The handwriting is just like the person he is. If a person has a literary spirit in his heart, his handwriting must also be bold, straight, handsome and majestic.
Therefore, the old master has been teaching here for decades, and the students he has taught, regardless of their current official position, all have good calligraphy that is considered extraordinary in nearby states and counties.
The old master put down the book, looked at the children in the hut with a smile, and then looked at the young man under the hut.
No matter when, the inheritance of civilization... the beauty of words, the soul of words... The old master has lived for many years. For many years, in his early years, he would still scheming with others because of women, power, wealth, family interests, etc.
But gradually, he discovered the true, pure and ultimate beauty and power in the world.
So, he traveled around the world, setting up schools everywhere, passing on writing and civilization to these children at the bottom of society.
After thousands of years of traveling and setting up dozens of schools, the old master's mood soared and his strength soared before he knew it. His mood became more tranquil and humble...
There was an inexplicable aura brewing in his heart, and the old master had a clear understanding. Perhaps he had found some way to the "Haoran Righteousness" that no one had cultivated in the countless years since the founding of the Wei Dynasty.
The great road lies ahead, and every cell in the old master's body feels great joy.
The faint sound of bells came, and the clouds in the sky suddenly gained a trace of blood.
The old master's expression suddenly changed. He raised his head and glanced at the sky. He slowly took out volumes of books from his sleeves and placed them solemnly on the simple wooden table in front of him.
He warned the two disciples who were sitting behind him: "Take good care of the children and let them study hard... In this world, fighting and killing is not the right way after all. The way is in books and in the heart."
"Remember, remember, if a person is not going to die, he must study."
"Reading can understand reason and see nature. The reason why human beings are superior to animals and become the leader of all spirits is because of reading."
"So, regardless of the wind or rain outside, regardless of the swords and guns and the rain of arrows, just read and pass the book on." The old master stood up and smiled to the two disciples who were a little overwhelmed. He nodded: "I, Kong Chengqi."
With a wave of his sleeves, a stream of writing and ink rushed high into the sky. The old master glanced in the direction of Weidu and said in a low voice: "No matter what, my library is over there. No one can touch a piece of his paper."
Wherever the wind blows, the figures disperse, and the old master has long since disappeared.
On the other side of the lake, in a new state established by the Wei Dynasty that was only two hundred years old, the market was already quite prosperous. Countless caravans were bustling in and out of the city, bringing countless people and money.
At the core of the city, on a nine-story white jade platform, an eighteen-story brass restaurant is plated with gold and stands dazzlingly on the white jade platform. The restaurant is shaped like a tower and has the potential to soar into the clouds.
Countless pretty girls are laughing and playing in the restaurant, countless wealthy people are spending money like water here, and the aroma of wine and meat spreads hundreds of miles with the wind. Even at night, you can see the dazzling pearl light, candlelight, and all kinds of rare treasures emanating from the restaurant. of light.
'White Jade Terrace and Golden Tower', these are the top gold-selling dens and the top-notch soul-selling caves that have emerged in this newly opened state in the past hundred years. Here are the best delicacies and the most powerful The most beautiful woman, the most changeable heart.
Here, grievances and hatreds are staged at any time, and violence and bloodshed appear at any time. People die here every day, or commit suicide, or are killed. This is a lawless place that cannot be restrained by the king's laws of the Wei Dynasty.
Every day, this place is filled with emotions, desires and ambitions.
Every day, in the highest pavilion here, there will be a young man wearing a blue cloak and as handsome as a god, sitting on the high platform, overlooking the scenes of joys and sorrows, life and death performed by the men and women below in the bustling crowd.
With a smile on his face, his eyes reflected the figures of everyone in the restaurant. Their thoughts, deeds, their fate, and all the dark or bright thoughts in their hearts were all visible to him. Nothing left.
"Human nature is inherently evil? Human nature is inherently good? Good and evil? Human or ghost?"
The young man smiled as he watched a young girl being forcibly pulled into the room by a bearded tycoon, and watched as the bearded tycoon was dragged out of the room by several other burly men and chopped into pieces with random knives. He watched the men of the bearded high-roller rush into the restaurant and fight against those burly men.
This kind of play is performed here every day.
This is a lawless place. Dozens or hundreds of corpses are thrown out of this golden building every day, but the local officials don't bother to pay attention.
A bell rang in the distant sky. The young man stood up, walked to the bed and looked in the direction of the fishing village. He saw a ray of Wenmo Qi rising into the sky, and then quickly rushed towards the direction of Wei Capital.
"Lao Kong... what's the point of teaching?"
"The world of mortals is like this, and the mortal world refines our hearts. We, the human race, are basically among all living beings."
"However, it seems that your cultivation has improved greatly? However, I, Meng Buyan, am not weaker than you... Oh, oh, oh, a war to destroy the country? How many ups and downs will there be, how many countries will be broken up and families broken... Wonderful, the human heart is like an oven. Only when the country is broken can the most wonderful drama be performed."
The young man Meng Buyan laughed loudly, and the Golden Building shook violently. All the people in the building who were considered villains in the conventional sense were reduced to flesh and blood at this moment, and then turned into fly ash and disappeared without a trace.
Amidst the laughter, Meng Buyan's body squirmed and turned into a five-clawed yellow dragon, flying towards the Wei capital with its head and tail swaying.
Huang Long rushed high into the sky, and Meng Buyan glanced towards the west.
In the far west of the western frontier of the Wei Dynasty, there is an endless sea with rolling waves. On the sea with a height of three thousand feet, a dragon whale with a body of tens of thousands of feet screams loudly and drags an extremely gorgeous giant. The building boat broke through the wind and waves and galloped forward.
There is a platform on the bow of the building ship. Seven men with messy bodies, messy hair and beards, and arrogant behavior are carrying wine jars, wine jars, wine jugs, and wine jars, and are laughing and joking. He drank heavily and sang some poems and songs that outsiders could not understand.
Occasionally, giant beasts from the sea would attack and want to attack the dragon whale pulling their boat, or kill them on the boat. These men would wave their hands and the giant beast tens of thousands of feet in size would instantly collapse.
"Go rest, go rest, are there fairy mountains overseas?" A naked man with messy hair stood on the bow of the ship and danced loudly and shouted: "Are there fairies on the fairy mountains? That fairy may be holding a pipa and playing wildly. Wu Feitian?"
"What is so wonderful about this world?"
"Then where do the gods come from?"
"Who opened this day? Who built this place?"
"Why are the sun, moon and stars so empty and shadowy? Why are the heaven, earth and universe like a curtain, preventing me from seeing the truth?"
"God damn it... answer me... what kind of face are you?"
"I want to go to heaven, and I want to go to the earth. I want to go up to the blue sky and down to the underworld... In this world, sooner or later, I will see you clearly. Sooner or later, I will see through your face. Sooner or later, I will see through your face..."
The other six men clapped, stamped their feet, and shouted in admiration.
"That's great, that's great... If God were a human being, could he marry a wife? Haha, sooner or later, one day, we will question God face to face... "
A group of people were dancing wildly among demons, hysterically speaking some treacherous and treacherous words. A bell rang and floated over slowly.
The movements of the seven people stiffened at the same time.
They raised their heads and looked in the direction of Wei Du.
"The war to destroy the country... Why did it come to this?"
The seven people looked at each other, and then shook their heads unwillingly: "It's a pity, it's pitiful, it's a pity, it took the efforts of seven families to spend three thousand years to build this cross-sea divine boat. I want to go to the other side of the sea. Look carefully, looking for the legendary fairy mountain on the sea... Naihe, Naihe... It is hard to leave the mortal world, and it is hard to abandon this family... "
An old man with a long, furry beard all over his face, which reached down to his lower abdomen, shouted loudly: "Whoever dares to disturb my elegance... shall be punished!"
The seven people roared wildly at the same time, put away the huge building boat, and shattered the dragon whale tugging the boat with one palm, turning into seven murderous flames and rushing towards the Wei capital.
In the capital city of Wei, countless people set up incense tables and incense burners at their doorsteps, lit incense, made offerings, and worshiped to heaven.
Huge figures of gods rushed back to the capital of Wei from all directions. They understood different laws of heaven and earth, and the changes in the celestial phenomena they brought about were also different.
Sometimes there is lightning and thunder, sometimes there is a violent storm, sometimes the sky is filled with clouds, sometimes golden flowers fall from the sky...
One by one, the gods walked directly into the imperial city. A huge hut was built above the imperial city, and huge chairs were set up below.
A huge god sat upright on a big chair, emitting terrifying mana fluctuations covering all directions. The mana fluctuations of one god can easily cover the territory of a state, and the mana fluctuations of ten gods can cover the territory of dozens of states.
Gods came one after another. They sat under the hut without saying a word, looking down at the surroundings with eyes as bright as lightning.
When thousands of gods gathered together, their mana waves were as vast as the sea, completely covering the entire Wei territory.
The sky above the Wei Dynasty was completely changed, and all the seasonal changes of spring, summer, autumn and winter were destroyed. In the sky above all the prefectures of the Wei Dynasty, only a transparent blue sky like washed blue crystal could be seen. In such a blue sky, there was not a single cloud.
The royal family of the Wei Dynasty had over a hundred clans and clans, and the number of gods and ancestors gathered together totaled 1,138!
A loud noise rose into the sky.
Above the heads of the six ancestors of the gods who were born in the royal family of the Wei Dynasty, six innate spiritual treasures at the level of national artifacts slowly flew up, emitting immeasurable light, illuminating the void with colorful colors, as wonderful as a kaleidoscope.
"Qingqiu must be destroyed."
One thousand one hundred and thirty-eight ancestors of gods spoke the same words at the same time.