In the realm of the Nine Heavens River, above the starry sky, someone stopped writing and looked towards the human world. Naturally, he also felt the extraordinary military luck.
Ji Yuan did not make any calculations or predictions, but just relied on the feeling in his heart. He picked up the wolf hair brush again and waved it towards the lower world, as if to draw on this destiny as ink. Then he wrote words again on the Milky Way. Every time a piece of text was written, it was all integrated into the monument of heaven.
After finishing a chapter, Ji Yuan would pause for a moment, then start writing again. Before each stroke, the tip of his pen would point far downward, drawing out a strand of ink from the many destinies of heaven and earth.
As the person who sees the current situation of heaven and earth most clearly, when heaven and earth began to be in a state of turmoil, Ji Yuan did not wander around, but recuperated while making ink in the heavenly realm, constantly writing his Xuanhuang Qi on the heavenly realm through imperial edicts, as if he wanted to squander all of his Xuanhuang Qi. This not only affected the heavenly realm, but also heaven and earth.
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As the saying goes, scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, in the original world, people have always followed a similar ranking of civilian status since ancient times. Scholars belong to or are close to the "scholar" level, and since ancient times, they rarely get involved in the matters of the latter few levels.
But since the world began to see a hundred schools of thought, the civil and military schools of thought gave birth to an increasingly brilliant culture and glory, among which a special group of people emerged, that is, the Mohists.
This world naturally has no fate with the ancient Mozi in the previous life. The name of Mohism appeared just like the terms military strategist and novelist, which was a noun created because of some characteristics of the core of the doctrine, that is, the inkstone that skilled craftsmen are good at using.
The inkstone represents the wisdom of the craftsman and the inheritance of the way of using tools in the world since ancient times. The Mohists have many ways to measure things, but they respect human history and the unique skills of the world, and use ink to represent them. At the same time, they also show that they are also well-educated and knowledgeable.
But the Mohists were different from orthodox scholars. They not only studied literature, but also put a lot of energy into some craftsman skills. They ignored the class contempt since ancient times and wanted to ask various practitioners for advice on some matters of magic and supernatural powers. As Mohists, as long as it could help improve their own way, that included but not limited to things related to mechanisms, no matter it was literary or martial, immortal methods or weapon methods, they would be involved in all of them.
In other words, they learn everything useful, but the Mohists do not worry about being too eclectic, because everything they learn and use has a great premise and goal, which is to pave the way for their own path, to choose a place to settle down from among the many schools and methods, and to pave their own way.
The Mohists constantly organize and summarize their central ideas, and constantly absorb like-minded and knowledgeable people. They also hope to find their own way and produce figures like the two saints of literature and martial arts. Mechanical engineering is just the most representative skill of the Mohists today.
And precisely because of the art of mechanical engineering, the Mohist school began to emerge in Yunzhou, a place where both civil and martial arts were born. It also became the third school of thought strongly supported by the Dazhen government after the Confucianists and the military strategists. Its development became increasingly vigorous, with the Ministry of Works and the Imperial Observatory being the most active.
The Dazhen navy went on an expedition to Qiliang. The Dazhen soldiers they brought with them were certainly famous, but the Dazhen navy's mechanical warships were equally renowned. They were considered important weapons in the world and were even recognized by the cultivation world as a humanitarian magic weapon, which excited all the Mohist scholars and the Dazhen court, as well as the Dazhen people and soldiers.
In Dazhen and the surrounding areas, the two busiest things were: one was the conscription and training of soldiers, and the second was to have the Mohists constantly improve and build mechanical warships. The skilled craftsmen of the entire Dazhen were also constantly recruited, and they were busy under the leadership of a few Mohists and some immortal masters.
Originally, there were hundreds of schools of thought in the world, and gradually, each of them developed a similar aspiration to the ultimate truth of spiritual practice. But now, the world is in chaos. It's just that the grand occasion of the hundred schools of thought seems to be disturbed in this chaotic world, but it is also a test for each school, forcing them to forge ahead in the crisis. The Mohist School and the Military School are just a small microcosm.
It's a pity that this microcosm may have an impact, but it does not have the power to reverse the universe. In the face of the catastrophe of heaven and earth, there are too few places that can maintain the peace of their homeland. Some of them die at the hands of demons or are transformed into demons and disasters together. The suffering of all living beings is as unfathomable as the sea of suffering.
The changes in the world were so drastic and short-lived that the balance between heaven and earth could no longer be maintained and were beyond the expectations of the righteous cultivators in the world.
Many of the immortals, demons, spirits, Buddhas and other spiritual practitioners had just come out of their retreat, and they could already sense that the world had changed drastically.
At Fangtai Weimei Mountain, ever since the Heaven-Devouring Beast broke through and was taken back to the mountain gate by the Weimei Sect, the mountain gate of the Weimei Sect has never been opened again. Now is the first time in these years that a cultivator from the Weimei Sect has come out of the mountain, probably because various unusual movements have occurred in Weimei Mountain.
Just like the locations of many spiritual practice sects, there cannot be two masters in one mountain. Because of the existence of Weimei Sect, the majestic Weimei Mountain also has no mountain god, or it can be said that no mountain god can be cultivated that can be recognized by Weimei Sect. Naturally, everything in the mountain is under the control of Weimei Sect.
The Weimei Sect can ignore all other places, but it cannot ignore Weimei Mountain.
As soon as the mountain gate opened, many disciples of the Weimei Sect came out, either walking on clouds or riding the wind, and inspected Weimei Mountain in several directions.
Jiang Xueling brought Zhou Xian and several disciples to walk on the clouds and move close to the peaks of Yunshan Mountain. They could see that the demonic energy in the mountain was much stronger than before. They could also see that some of the demonic energy had already left the mountain and gone far away. It seemed that the destiny between heaven and earth no longer had the same cyclical energy as before.
"Roar-"
On a hill not far away, a monster with a green body covered with mane, which looked very much like a demon beast but had the body of a giant mountain spirit, suddenly appeared and roared at the female cultivators of the Weimei Sect who were walking on the clouds. A strong demonic aura mixed with body odor rushed towards them, causing several female cultivators of the Weimei Sect to frown slightly.
"act recklessly!"
Zhou Xian raised her hand and pointed forward. Suddenly, a gust of icy wind swirled towards the monster, which she had no impression of. The wind circled around the monster and then left. The monster had turned into an ice sculpture.
The roaring sounds in the mountain soon weakened a lot, but the restless demonic energy and vitality still lingered in Weimei Mountain.
"Master, when did so many strange demons come to the mountain?"
A female cultivator next to Zhou Xian asked Jiang Xueling, who, holding a whisk, turned her head to look towards the southeast, and could vaguely see the Evil Sun Star in the distance.
"Maybe it is a living being from this place. Let's go out and take a look."
Although the Weimei Sect only wanted to clean up Weimei Mountain this time, Jiang Xueling's identity and level of cultivation allowed her to do whatever she wanted as long as it did not affect the sect profoundly. Even if it was not allowed in principle, no one could do anything to her.
Fayun moved slowly, and after coming out of the mountain, he did not fly very high, only about forty or fifty feet. The female cultivators at Yunshan looked in all directions, and found that most of the original villages near Weimei Mountain had been destroyed.
The collapsed houses and the occasional piles of bones all indicate what happened here in the past. Perhaps a disaster happened overnight.
"The demons did this because we didn't take Mount Weimei seriously..."
Zhou Xian frowned as he looked at some of the villages and other places he passed by, with some reluctance in his words. Other Weimei Sect cultivators also had this feeling to some extent. Although many immortal cultivators in the immortal cultivation world believed that the female cultivators of the Weimei Sect were cold and not easy to mess with, they still had compassion in their hearts.
Mount Weimei is not a small mountain. The spiritual energy in the mountain is abundant. In addition, because of the existence of the Weimei Sect, many monsters and monsters are bred in the mountain. Normally, they are hidden deep in the mountain, but now the world has changed drastically, and a large number of ancient bloodlines have awakened. Many of them have changed their temperaments, and some have revealed their inherent disgusting nature. A considerable number of monsters have already come out of the mountain.
Jiang Xueling and others were following the traces of these monsters, and the biggest temptation to them was naturally the human race, the most intelligent creature on earth.
There are many people who have been harmed by demons, as can be seen from some villages and towns seen along the way. Even if there are some land gods, there are too many demons, and many gods can only avoid them.
But it might not be long, the female cultivators of Weimei Sect soon followed the evil spirit and found those monsters.
As demons that have been entrenched in Weimei Mountain for a long time, those with higher levels of Taoism are naturally not stupid. Even if they have bad intentions in their minds, they dare not get too close to Weimei Mountain and have already flown far away. Most of the ones causing trouble nearby are monsters and crazy people who have been affected by the ancient aura.
When Jiang Xueling and others caught up with a group of monsters, they were in front of a city gate. Hundreds of monsters were rushing towards the city gate. However, the precarious city gate was not destroyed by the monsters, and the defenders in the city were still resisting.
A general was holding a ring-handled broadsword, with the bloody murderous aura of thousands of soldiers surrounding him. He stood on the top of the city and hacked and killed crazily, making it difficult for the monsters to get close to him.
But this was only a momentary act of bravery. Although the general was a military practitioner, he did not have many elite soldiers and generals under his command. He could barely gather the military spirit, but the quality of the soldiers was uneven. Many soldiers were even frightened when they saw the monsters and fled crying for their parents. Some brave men suffered heavy casualties.
The general knew very well that the city would be lost soon. If he wanted to escape, the converts might have a chance of escaping, but his soldiers would probably all die.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Come forward, everyone. Fighting means death, fleeing means death. As soldiers, we would rather die in battle than flee and die. Come forward, everyone, and kill—"
The general roared and kept running on the city wall at high speed, going to the most dangerous place, using the water and fire methods to cut through the enemies, and swallowing those that could not be broken. The feeling of pain had been reduced to the limit at this moment, and he could not care about some monsters that had already broken through the city gates.
“Kill!” “Kill!”
There were fewer and fewer soldiers who could respond to the general's shouts, and the voices became sparse.
The God of Land hid underground under the city wall and could only cast spells to prevent the wall from being breached, but he had no further help. His Taoism skills were not high, and appearing on the top of the city wall would only put himself in danger.
A Dharma cloud floated over from afar, and the female cultivator from the Weimei Sect stood facing the wind.
"Grandmaster!"
"Um."
Jiang Xueling responded, and the whisk she was holding fell down. Then she gently swung her right hand, and thousands of strands of spiritual light fell to the ground like thousands of dust threads.
“Shua—” “Shua—” “Shua—”
The whisk is a tool for brushing away dust. The monsters below were like the filth and dust under Jiang Xueling's whisk. They were all swept away by her light sweep. Some were directly turned into ashes, while others were swept into the air and were no longer breathless when they fell.
Before the immortal arrived at the city, most of the monsters had been killed, and the pressure on the city walls suddenly melted away like snow.
The general was panting heavily, standing on the top of the city wall with his sword in hand. Blood plasma on his body and weapon was slowly dripping or sliding down. He didn't know which ones were his and which ones were from the monster. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the immortal flying low.
"Someone from the Weimei Sect?"
Jiang Xueling had put away his whisk at this moment, and although Zhou Xian was also surprised at the general's strength, he was even more dissatisfied with his attitude and started to scold him.
"We just saved you, and yet you are talking to us like this?"
"Hmph! Thank you, Immortal, for rescuing me. Thank you, Immortals, for raising a mountain of demons!"
The general saluted with his sword in hand, but the words of thanks were very harsh. Ninety percent of his men had died in the battle, and most of the remaining ten percent were disabled. He also knew that countless civilians had died, so he couldn't help but feel angry.
"you… "
"alright!"
Jiang Xueling sighed softly, stopped the younger generation behind him, and nodded to the general.
"You are also a cultivator. You should know that the Weimei Sect, as an orthodox sect of the immortal way, would never want to harm the common people. This is because the calamity has arrived and changes are everywhere. This is a calamity for all living beings and also a calamity for heaven and earth. I hope that humanity can grow in the calamity."
After saying this, Jiang Xueling turned around and flew away on a cloud with the younger generation behind him. The general on the city wall looked at the corpses inside and outside the city gate, tightly grasping the sword in his hand.
Some of the monks from the Weimei Sect who had already left turned back and looked into the distance.
"Xian'er, what you said is that our sect will do its best to help Xiao San open up the world in his belly, and in the future we will all enter the world in his belly, use the power of the ancient Kun to travel outside the world, avoid the catastrophe, and ignore everything in the outside world. Is this right or wrong?"
"Master, I can't say this..."
Jiang Xueling looked at Zhou Xian and other juniors, playing with her long hairband with her usual dazed look.
"It seems that you think it's wrong."
"Hey, hey, hey, Master, I didn't say that!"