Zhenlong Mountain just collapsed.
So, Lord Long Jun, who went to the sky from Zhenlong Mountain, is the soul flying away...
Oh, how is that possible!
After all, the noble and handsome Lord Long Jun was disguised by Shen Huiyue.
She just created an illusion to make Teacher Shen believe in her identity. The reason why Teacher Shen can't really turn into a dragon is that her ability is not enough for Teacher Shen to turn into a dragon? Therefore, Shen Huiyue's idea is that Teacher Shen should accumulate faith and merit by herself. If she can transform into a dragon, it is naturally the best. She in this world... doesn't need to pay any more attention.
"Baby, we still have the last plan left." Shen Huiyue smiled lowly and instructed the Book of the World to attach to Teacher Shen's Wordless Book to guide her to discover something.
Teacher Shen stood upstairs in his house, very lost.
The people in the village thought the mountain had collapsed, but only she knew that it was the dragon who left.
"Tianshu, no one was hurt, right?" After establishing contact with Tianshu, Teacher Shen learned that the divine power of Tianshu is similar to the Internet, collecting information. However, since it was sealed, Tianshu can no longer collect information. At present, it is frantically collecting fault information for hundreds of years.
The scripture said: "No."
Teacher Shen nodded, thinking that the house under Zhenlong Mountain was probably unoccupied. Fortunately, it was fortunate.
The police were dispatched, similar to an earthquake, and they must come to see if anyone was injured. As the mayor of the village, Dad Shen was busy dealing with the series of consequences caused by this - no one was injured, but the house was broken, and those people knew that there would be trouble.
Teacher Shen sighed lowly: "I'm afraid everyone has forgotten the true meaning of Zhenlong Mountain." Tianshu said that the people of Zhenlong Village were the henchmen of the Ming royal family from the beginning, and were responsible for guarding and suppressing the dragon. Unfortunately, no one knows this goal now. When did everyone forget their responsibilities
Tianshu said: "Little master, I just collected the situation of the missing time period. The secret of Zhenlongshan is probably passed down from one generation to another. I'm afraid... It was broken in the generation of the little master's grandfather."
Teacher Shen was thoughtful, she had only heard about her grandfather in the legends. At the age of sixteen, she brought the young and middle-aged people from the village to join the army to fight against the Japanese, and she retired from the army in anger in the civil war to stay in the village as a teacher... Such a talented and wise man Man, it was ruined in those ten years.
Did grandpa give up the responsibility of the Shen family because of anger
"I don't know if Grandpa left anything..." Teacher Shen muttered.
The sky book jumped up and down, and the carrier mobile phone flew in front of her: "Little master, the most important thing for you at the moment is to improve your cultivation."
Teacher Shen shrugged: "I know, but how to improve it?" She didn't fully inherit the inheritance of the dragon clan. A few cultivation methods basically need aura, and she can't feel the aura between heaven and earth... That's rare since Liu Bowen cut off the dragon veins. Aura, after the powerful pollution of the Industrial Revolution, disappeared.
Tianshu said: "The master's seal is broken, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will slowly rise."
"Is there any environmental pollution?" Teacher Shen sneered.
The scripture was silent, and fell on the railing in a decadent state, and then became excited again: "Little Master, there is a method, you don't need aura - that is - merit and belief, and I found that the little master has a lot of beliefs, enough to use Some little magic."
Teacher Shen tilted her head, thinking in her heart: Can an ordinary person like her have faith? ... ah, presumably little angel readers
"Mengde is doing good deeds?" Teacher Shen regretted it a little bit, she should be a little bit more virtuous, instead of being naive in self-protection amid all kinds of doubts.
The scriptures said: "Little master is not bad. Although there is not much merit, but there is no karma, the standard is a good person." What is difficult for people is not to do good deeds, but to not do bad deeds. On this point, Mr. Shen is definitely a good person!
Teacher Shen smiled bitterly.
Faith... How to increase faith? Although she has accumulated some faith in writing novels for several years, she cannot rely on this alone, because she is not a great god, there are so many people who believe in her, and they can't get up at all for a while.
Merit... How to accumulate merit? Opportunities to do good are not always available, and she is very poor, and it is impossible for her to harm herself to help others. Teacher Shen has already learned the reality from reality.
"Little master, don't worry about merits, this is only useful in times of calamity, the key is faith." Heavenly Book has no hope that Teacher Shen can soar... Just this level of spiritual energy, this level of belief collapse, this is half human and half dragon The bloodline... Well, no matter how you look at it, it's hard for Teacher Shen to tell.
Teacher Shen frowned and pondered—faith, how to increase it? Do you write a lot of novels? This is the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. Pretending to be a ghost? The authorities will come to you for tea... And who still believes in gods now
"Little master, it's not difficult to say faith, as long as others believe in you, it's fine."
Teacher Shen frowned: "Tianshu, if I incarnate, will my faith be in my body?"
Mr. Shen has been writing for six or seven years, but his accumulated faith is only a little over 3,000... This poor faith can only do simple illusions and small spells, but if you do it well, it will be absolutely earth-shattering. True identities must not be revealed - until the ability is insufficient. That's why Teacher Shen thought about using ***, *** is more casual, and no one can find it if it disappears.
Tianshu jumped up: "Yes, yes, as long as it's you."
Teacher Shen smiled slightly: "I need to think about it." The most urgent task is to check if Grandpa has left anything. Well, should I tell my parents about Jackie Chan? Teacher Shen is not very sure, what if she fails to succeed in this life? What if the news is leaked and causes big trouble
Forget it, let’s talk about it when you achieve something in the future, right now, being able to survive is a gift from God.
Teacher Shen squinted: "Tianshu, check if Grandpa is hiding anything."
"Okay, little master." Tian Shu's words fell, and a video appeared on the phone. At first, the war was raging, and Teacher Shen thought it was a movie. It was not until the old house of the family appeared in the picture that he understood the original military uniform. The handsome guy is the young grandpa. The video has been fast-forwarding, but Teacher Shen still understands most of the important things in Grandpa's life. It wasn't until the seventies that video speeds became normal.
"Creation and rebellion are innocent, revolution and fate are justified!"
"Down with the counter-revolutionaries!"
"Down with the stinky old nine!"
"Down with the lackeys of capitalism!"
"Down with the spies of the country, the people, and the party!"
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The young people with red scarves on their arms held small red flags and big banners, and rushed to the home of the only private school teacher in Zhenlong Village.
The middle-aged man in gray and white linen could not hide his elegant temperament half-squatting in front of the brazier, tears flashing, reluctantly, burning books one by one,
The fire flickered, reflecting the grief in the man's eyes.
What's wrong with books
What is wrong with traditional culture
4. Destruction, old - should everything be destroyed
I will regret it, I will regret it, why no one understands
The little boy with scars all over his body tried to avoid his father and enter the house. The man raised his eyes and shouted, "San'er, come here."
The little boy pursed his lips and dawdled to the man's side.
The man burned the book with one hand, and gently stroked his son's scarred face with the other, and said softly, "They bullied you again, didn't they?"
The little boy pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "They said that I refuse to criticize my father. I must be a capitalist lackey." He is not a capitalist lackey, but, but, his father is not a bad person!
The man smiled softly and coughed a few times: "Good boy."
The little boy blinked: "Dad, why don't you go to the mountains to hide first? They're coming to catch you again."
The clamor of the group of people could already be heard in the man's ears. He smiled lightly and didn't care: "Good boy, go back and read your homework, don't listen to those fools, cultural knowledge is very important, you know?"
The little boy's eyes were full of confusion, and everything in front of him told him that rebellion, anti-criticism, and fighting are the right things. No one is reading anymore, and reading is useless... But, Dad said so... Then, read it.
The little boy walked away slowly, the man hesitated, looked at the "History of Ming Ye" in his hand, pondered for a moment, and after several hesitations, he still put it in.
He stared blankly at Ye Shi turned to ashes, and muttered: "Why? Why insist on the so-called responsibility? Well, I've already felt sorry for the children, so just give them a free identity. Let everything end in my hands. superior."
The man opened the agarwood red box under his feet, slid his slender fingers across the neatly arranged books and collections, his face was solemn, and then he decided to set a fire inside.
The group of people finally entered the door, waving small hoes and sticks, smashing and kicking everywhere, and the originally neat room suddenly became a mess.
The man was silent and burned the book silently.
As if that group of people are insane, just waiting for them to get tired, bored, and stop playing.
The man's disregard of the policy aroused their anger, the books were kicked away, the whole house was filled with heat and smoke, the books were reduced to ashes, and the man was chained and dragged out the door.
The stinky old nine men and spy lackeys who eat the ancients will have to be ruthless!
The young people seem to have forgotten that this man used to teach them hard, teacher.
The little boy hiding on the side was in pain and fear. He stretched out his hand, but didn't dare to say a word. He wanted to save his father, but he didn't know what to do... Dad, Dad, Dad... What should I do
Glancing at the box, the little boy recalled the look of his father just now, so reluctant and sad.
The little boy threw himself on the burning box, hurriedly put out the flames with his clothes, and ran away with the box in his arms. Hide it, hide it, what my father is reluctant to bear, hide it!
Teacher Shen smiled bitterly: "In those days, it was really scary." Listening to my father's talk about ancient times, it was far less scary than seeing it in person. That is my grandfather, elegant and gentle, who was tortured to death abruptly... However, my grandfather's things are still kept, in In my father's hands, this is good news, but not good news. Did my father read it? Does Dad believe it? How was she going to get that box from Dad