In this season, there are many scholars from various villages, cities, and places of scientific research in Zhao's country. They are either alone like Wang Lin, or in groups of three or five, heading to the 49 counties where their ancestors are located in Zhao Guozhong. Only after gaining fame and becoming a scholar in these forty-nine counties can they go to Sioux City for the second scientific expedition.
The name of Sucheng was derived from a person named Su Dao, the great scholar of the State of Zhao. His existence has made Sucheng the capital of literature and ink in the country of Zhao in recent years.
In the test of Su City, the person who stood out last was called Su Ju. Within the specified time, all Su Ju would go to the capital of Zhao Kingdom, where they would either soar into the sky or leave sadly.
Wang Lin, with the expectations of his parents, with a longing for the future, stepped on the official road. Behind him, there was a middle-aged man who had changed into a clean shirt. He was carrying a bamboo row of book boxes behind his back, humming in his mouth. The little song where I heard it is very leisurely.
The sky was gray, but there was no rain. It was just the traces of water accumulated on the official road. While it was chilly, it melted with the soil and became muddy.
The county town that could have been reached for most of the day did not until sunset and the two Wang Lin faintly saw the city in the distance at dusk.
As the sun sets, bursts of orange light shines through the clouds and envelopes the city. From a distance, it seems that there is a feeling of dusk at the end of an ancient road.
"Finally here." Wang Linchang exhaled and wiped off the sweat secreted from his forehead. He has experienced a lot of things along the way. Sometimes when I think about it, even he himself feels very strange.
"Dafu, the county seat is in front of us. We are going to live there for a while." Wang Lin smiled on his face and looked back at the book boy behind him.
"I don't like this name..." The middle-aged man shook his head with a bitter face.
"I think it's good, the name is good." Wang Lin laughed, and brought a big blessing to the gate of the city. People went in.
Even though it was dusk after the rain, the county was still very lively. There were a lot of people on the streets, most of them were like Wang Lin. Scholars who came here from all around, Wang Lin came a little later, and walked with Dafu. After four or five inns, no vacant rooms were found.
Seeing the sky getting darker and darker, Wang Lin also became a little anxious. Fortunately, the last inn I went to had a vacant room in it. Although the price was quite high, with a thunder in the sky, the rain that seemed to have stopped for a day showed signs of coming again. Wang Lin gritted his teeth and let him Tai Fook took out the silver.
Dafu took out the silver biscuits he had held for Wang Lin from his arms. In a pang of pain, he carefully took out a little bit, reluctantly handed it over, and murmured in his mouth.
"There is not much silver... Heartache... I seem to have experienced something before. Knowing silver is very, very important..."
Under his murmur, the guy glanced at Wang Lin contemptuously, and lazily led them to the guest room. During this period, he had seen too many scholars like Wang Lin, among whom were generous shots. , And like Wang Lin two, in his opinion, they are very poor people.
Wang Lin has a simple personality. Although he saw the guy's look, he didn't take it seriously.
The guest room is not big, so it’s suitable for two people. It’s just that a musty smell came when you opened the door of the guest room, making Wang Lin frown. This season, this kind of smell is inevitable, unless it’s the kind of smell. Good room, otherwise, the metropolis is like this.
After simply eating some food, in this guest room, Wang Lin and Yi were lying on the bed, looking at the oil lamp on the table, the sound of Dafu's snoring was heard in his ears.
The quilt was damp, and it was very uncomfortable to lie on it. After a long time, Wang Lin still couldn’t sleep. He got up with a secret sigh, sat at the table amid the snoring of the great blessing, and took out the books from the bamboo row. Looked at this light.
As I watched, the thunder blasted outside the window, and the lightning swiftly crossed by. The thunderstorms were earth-shaking and extremely violent. This thunderous roar did not dissipate in a short time, but continued. The roaring sound enveloped the county town and awakened many sleeping people.
It was even more violent, as if the sky in this county town was torn apart, the endless wind whistling and whimpering swept across the earth, blowing patches of muddy sand, and blowing the heavy rain that fell, hitting it. A house in the county seat.
The sound of pops came from the window of Wang Lin's guest room, as if he was about to break through the window to enter. Under this sound, Wang Lin could not study quietly, frowning and just raised his head.
But at this moment, suddenly the window of the guest room was pushed open with a violent force, and the two windows and doors swayed inward, constantly touching the window frame next to it, and there was a strong wind that brought water drops directly from there. Rushed in through the window.
The candle on the table went out, and the room was immediately dark. Wang Lin’s hair was scattered by the wind, and even his clothes were blown violently. The raindrops from the wind fell into the room, even in Wang Lin’s hands. The books were almost blown away without being held steady.
Wang Lin exclaimed, and immediately got up and faced the wind and walked a few steps to the window. He was about to close the window again. But at this moment, there was a thunder blast, as if it was exploding in that window. The violent sound seemed to turn into sound waves, which shocked Wang Lin's mind.
Even at this moment, a flash of lightning staggered, twisting and flashing in the sky in front of Wang Lin, and a strong light obscured the sky, completely shrouding the county town sleeping in the raging wind and rain under the light of that lightning.
At this moment, under the light of lightning, Wang Lin saw the small half of the city in the dark night ahead. At this glance, he was taken aback.
He once again saw the white bird that he had seen along the way, whether in dreams or on the way. The bird hovered in the sky that was struck by lightning, circling under the wind, cloud and thunder and lightning.
As if he noticed Wang Lin's gaze, the flying white bird, he lowered his head and glanced at Wang Lin. At this moment, the eyes of one person and one bird condensed.
The thunder was more intense, and the lightning continued to intersect. In the dark and bright world, Wang Lin's head crashed, and the whole person stayed there, as if there was an unreasonable thought in his mind. The ground breeds, and finally turns into a vague sound.
The voice revealed confusion and vicissitudes, echoing leisurely in Wang Lin's mind.
"Causality... What is cause and effect... Cause and effect, what is..."
The wind blew in from the window and kept sweeping Wang Lin's body. He stood by that window, letting the wind pass, letting the rain fall, letting the thunder roar, letting the lightning roar, everything in his eyes Dissipated, the only thing left is the white bird in the sky.
The flying bird's wings flapped, under the thunder and lightning, turned into a white glow and came straight to Wang Lin, almost instantly approaching, and fell on the window in front of Wang Lin, standing there, after the wings were folded, silently with the king Lin watched.
Wang Lin looked at it for a long time.
"Are you talking to me..." Wang Lin murmured.
"Causality, what is..." Wang Lin's eyes were blank. The flying bird took a deep look at Wang Lin. He flew up, walked away from the window, hovered a few times, made a neigh, rushed into the sky and disappeared. It's gone.
Although it was gone, the thunder in the sky seemed to roar constantly. Under the increasingly violent sound, it seemed to disturb Wang Lin's thoughts. He subconsciously frowned, and raised his right hand to point out the window.
Under this finger, in his right eye, suddenly there was a lightning mark flashing by. The moment this mark appeared, the thunder in the sky stopped abruptly, and there seemed to be a will that surpassed the thunder to make the thunder retreat. .
It seems that this will is the king of the thunder of heaven and earth, and he can order endless thunder and let them retreat. It is necessary to retreat even the interlaced lightning, which is all extinguished under this finger, and disappears all at once.
Even the wind collapsed in this finger, rolled back and avoided, heading towards the sky, and the heavy rain that was rolling along with it. At this moment, these rainwaters are retreating madly. If the rain is spiritual, then at this moment Yu Ling was horrified, and almost immediately, the rain stopped completely.
What stopped is not only the rain on this county seat, but also under the finger of the thunder king's will, the entire Zhao country's rain, at this moment, all stopped, the thunder collapsed, the lightning collapsed, and the dark clouds dissipated. The wind and rain rolled back.
In the territory of Zhao Kingdom, the monks of the Hengyue faction who were flying in the sky in the rain, Wang Zhuo, Xu Fei, Zhou Rui, and others, were all in a panic at the moment, and their expressions showed horror. There was an old man before them, and the old man turned his head abruptly, with endless shock in his eyes.
"This breath... Oh my god, what kind of cultivation is this!!"
Zhao’s sky, in the other direction, as the dark cloud collapsed, the two changhongs quickly dissipated, revealing a man and a woman inside. The woman was Liu Mei, her face was pale, and she looked back with confusion in her eyes. . The man beside her changed his expression drastically and almost exclaimed.
It is also in the territory of Zhao Kingdom, in the Tengjiacheng, whose ancestor Yuan Ying old monster, Teng Huayuan, is meditating. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing panic, and a feeling that made him throbbed in his body.
On the top of Hengyue Mountain, an old man in a yellow robe looked at the sky, frowned and counted with his right hand. He is the real Huanglong, but at this moment, his expression is extremely serious. During the count, his right hand trembled suddenly, with blood. It was secreted from the nails, and his eyes showed a strange color, as if he couldn't believe it.
"This... how is this possible!!"
It is also at this moment, far on the star of Vermillion Bird, in Vermillion Bird, there is a powerful sect, this sect is enough to sweep the fifth level of cultivation country, its mountain gate is filled with ghosts, howling like ghosts and gods, rolling the world, looking from a distance Go like a huge banner!
In the sky filled with endless shadows, there was a man sitting cross-legged. This was a middle-aged man. He was the brother of Duntian.
"I can't figure it out... The old man counted thirty-seven times in this life, and every time he didn't succeed, is there really no hope for my Soul Refining Sect..."