It's dusk in the sky and the autumn wind is blowing. There has been no war in the Zhao Kingdom for several months now.

When King Wu of Zhao led a hundred thousand soldiers, knocked at the gate of Northern Yan, drank the blood of an ancient man and returned, the border that had been fighting for many years finally became a little more stable.

now--

After the war a few years ago, the leader of the Western Qin Dynasty stopped sending troops out of Hangu Pass, intending to seek peace, so he sent the goddess Zhao and her legitimate son back to serve as Qin's hostages and calm the war between the two countries.

Bei Yan was very aggressive, but after the top ancients shed blood outside the pass, they also stopped and recuperated, holding on and no longer fighting against Zhao.

Regardless of whether they are the descendants of the upper-class divine blood or ordinary people, they can finally relax a little now.

Zhao's cruelty is not only reflected in ordinary people, but also his descendants with divine blood cannot escape.

Because in the State of Zhao, no matter what your status is, as long as the king recruits and launches a war, no one, not even the princes or ministers, can escape.

But relatively speaking, their possibility of survival is naturally much greater than that of ordinary people. But the same. Since ancient times, only blood and fire can best temper people.

Even ordinary people, as long as they can survive long enough in extremely frequent wars, can always find a path to the extraordinary in this era of great power.

Or practice martial arts in the way of a military strategist, bathing in the divine blood.

Or swallowing the enemy's divine blood and becoming more powerful along the way. This is one of the ways. Therefore, the descendants of the divine blood of Zhao may not all be ancient nobles.

Among their ranks, there are also people who come from the bottom of the common people. Therefore, the Zhao family's environment is the most unique among the Seven Kingdoms.

However, such people are extremely rare.

In fact, most of the ordinary people have turned into a piece of loess during the continuous wars. How can they still dream of being crowned kings and prime ministers?

What this country enshrines is the sacred being in charge of killing, and King Zhao Wu has the blood of war flowing in his body. Whenever he fights, he can radiate unparalleled power.

It was a crazy blood factor, and the authority he held could even shatter the stars. Therefore, he was the most war-like and warlike king among the Seven Kingdoms.

But a few months ago, it was clear that it had won a great victory in the war against Beiyan, but for some unknown reason, when it was about to break through the ancient pass and march straight into the Yan territory, it chose to retreat with its troops.

Not only that, after King Zhao returned to the country, he has not shown his face for several months. Even the atmosphere in the Zhao country has ushered in a calmness that is rarely seen in ordinary times.

This is very unusual. And in this context.

At this time, a young man in a white robe, with a red-gold baby bird on his shoulder, stepped into the territory of Zhao.

He walked along the wilderness along the border, passing by the desolate and majestic ancient pass by hiding his breath.

The soldiers guarding there were the most murderous and iron-blooded ones Ji Qiu had ever seen since he came to this world.

If he hadn't worn armor and held a gun, he would never have been able to develop such courage without going through hundreds of battles. Ji Qiu spent some time traveling on the border of Zhao State.

He was not in a hurry to find someone to forge the Black Bird Divine Bone. In fact, in his mind, there were only a few people in the world who were qualified to forge such a divine object.

He is not that person who can shake the world and weep the gods and gods with just one swing of the hammer when refining the weapon. To be honest, other people are not worthy of such rare treasures.

So, it’s better to filter carefully.

As for the young man who is rumored to return to Western Qin in a few years and be crowned king in the near future.

To be honest, Ji Qiu was quite interested in this.

Because, before he imitated his death, he had heard the words of the master of the Yin-Yang family, who was the best at the five elements and fortune-telling among the hundreds of schools.

This troubled world will come to an end in the hands of the king of Western Qin. He wanted to see what kind of person he was.

So Ji Qiu traveled all the way to Xindu, the capital of Zhao State.

That young man, as well as the master craftsman rumored to be the most skilled in forging weapons in the world, were all there.

Along the way, he saw what ordinary people in the Zhao Kingdom were like. Because the King of Zhao was good at fighting and bloodthirsty, and frequently recruited troops, most of the Zhao territory was vast and sparsely populated.

As for the living mortals, ever since they were born, even when they were young, their palms have begun to learn to hold swords and spears.

This country, from top to bottom, is extremely strong-willed. This is a symbol that has been engraved in their bones for thousands of years.

Only the strong deserve to have the authority to speak! Even status... you have to step back a little.

On the edge of the Huangsha Village, Ji Qiu had seen a little child who was just babbling and toddling, piercing the neck of a restrained beast with the blade in his hand.

Their immature cheeks were splashed with hot blood from the beast's veins, but their expressions did not change. They even giggled about it. The adults wearing animal skins next to them didn't take it seriously after seeing it. .

Because in their concept, this is enlightenment.

These people don’t know what poetry, etiquette, music, and spiritual practice are. The only idea left in their minds is to become warriors, then loyal to stronger descendants of divine blood, and achieve their own sublimation in the war!

Like...a machine.

Hundreds of scholars, such as the pioneers such as Fuzi, Meng Ke, and Mo Zhai, as well as great masters such as Xun Kuang, have all traveled to this land.

However, they can only accept the martial arts energy and blood of military strategists and the way of war and killing, and the rest are discarded like worn out shoes.

Ji Qiu also tried to enter these villages and some marginal small town gathering places, intending to spread some of his doctrines.

But unfortunately, this is not Jixia.

These ordinary people who have lived for generations and only have killing and war in their bones are not the human scholars who are thirsty for knowledge and want to change this era.

The Kingdom of Zhao was not a place where he could completely erase the imprints left behind by himself.

If you want to completely change this situation, there is only one way.

That is, to initiate a revolution, subvert the existence of the top leadership that guides this situation, establish a new way, and then gradually change it in a subtle way.

For Ji Qiu, he had already done this more than once, so he was familiar with it.

However, in this era where there are gods all over the sky and gods-blooded kings below, it is not that easy. He must have someone to move forward side by side with him.

Only then can this not-so-beautiful, even extremely cruel world be changed into what they want to see.

This will take a while...a month or so, it's just a snap of the fingers.

The sun is setting in the west and the autumn wind is rustling.

Ji Qiu has traveled all the way from the border to the hinterland of Zhao State.

But he hardly influenced anyone, unless he used his spirit to directly influence ordinary mortals.

But how can that be preaching?

Therefore, it was naturally the same as the journey that Master and others had made, with little success.

On this day, he left this small hinterland city and sat on the ground on a hill on one side. He looked down at the city built on the mountain, with an incomprehensible color flashing in his eyes.

Think about what you have experienced over time.

After coming out of Qidi, he didn't do much in the Wei Kingdom, which was filled with plague and epidemics all day long.

At most, they treated some ordinary people suffering from diseases along the way, but that was just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

The doctors who traveled around Wei for decades were completely different. Since then.

After taking the inheritance of Chaoge, he wanted to forge the magic weapon, and then obtain the Dharma, so that he could return to Jixia, kill the Lord of Jiang Qi and the blood of the gods, and set off the flame of change.

But along the way, what he actually gained was just getting stronger.

The state of mind of cultivation and the Taoism that has been achieved are vaguely stagnant, and even slightly regressed. Enlightenment, seeking, and attaining the Tao. Golden elixir, Dharma, and soul.

That day in the ancient city of Xuan Shang, he was in high spirits when he broke into the world of martial arts heavenly beings. He realized that the world was so big that there was no place he could go to. Even the Dharma Realm Lord who was above the golden elixir could only be broken with a snap of his finger.

In the end, it was because I wanted to achieve the top Dharma, both internally and externally, that I suppressed the throbbing in my heart and did not work hard to break through the shackles.

But now I think about it. In fact, he had some ups and downs in his heart that day. If he hadn't suddenly realized it now, he adjusted it.

If he really gets all his energy and the Dao will soar to the sky, and uses the image of peace to evolve into the Dharma... He can't believe it, he will fall into a big somersault. When he came back to his senses, Ji Qiu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

The Master traveled around the seven countries and saw hundreds of holes but did not change his mind; Li Er taught the law of nature, and even though he lived in the Tibetan room, he could get a glimpse of the mysteries of heaven and earth; Meng Ke set up Jiji and saw hundreds of schools of thought contending, making all the people in the world uniform.

...

Over the years, these people have seen the suffering and setbacks in the world, but they still keep moving forward, and they have only broken through the mysterious and mysterious fourth realm.

Ji Qiu was only able to cross the threshold of heaven and man because he was lucky enough to be trained with the sacred blood of the black bird, and supplemented by the heaven-defying qualifications of the Heaven-Building Taoist Body. He was blinded for a moment.

It really shouldn’t be! While feeling happy in his heart, Ji Qiu let out a long breath.

The young black bird on the shoulder seemed to feel Ji Qiu's sadness at this moment, so it used its furry head to rub his cheek affectionately.

Because he possesses the talent of the Destiny Black Bird, Ji Qiu is like a close relative of the same origin to the young Black Bird.

Therefore, he took Xuanniao's character Xuan as his surname and named her Xuanwei.

The little guy has been trapped in Chaoge City for too long. Although it has existed for a long time, the big demon's true age is only when it was born.

So if we really count, she is actually only born just over a month ago.

Feeling the touch on his cheek, Ji Qiu looked at the little guy's humane movements and couldn't help laughing, and flicked her head with his finger:

"You...have existed since the era of Xuan Shang. If it hadn't been for something unexpected, you wouldn't have just been born, and you wouldn't even have the strength to transform."

"Grow up quickly."

"If you can't protect yourself, in this world, even I may not be able to abide by the oath I made in Chaoge Ancient City and keep you safe for the rest of your life."

The first generation of Black Birds handed over their blood and bones to Ji Qiu's hands as inheritance.

With the fire passed down from generation to generation, he naturally has the obligation to support Xuanwei to the point where he can face the world alone.

Unknowingly.

He has already shouldered a lot of baggage during this life-changing journey.

Ji Qiu was in a daze for a moment, but he never noticed that the breeze gathered around him. Then, it turned into a figure: "The destiny black bird, descended and gave birth to Shang."

"The blood of King Xuan Shang is the body of a near-Taoist." "Fellow Taoist, there really are many mysteries in you."

"Moreover, it is rare to see with one's own eyes that Dao Yun is wearing a body and about to step onto the road, like a Kunpeng, soaring ninety thousand miles."

"Fellow Taoist, when will you take this step?"

It was a figure wearing a green shirt with Muzan's hair tied up. His brows and eyes were smiling, and he came with a wisp of breeze and sat next to Ji Qiu.

Ji Qiu was naturally aware of this. He didn't even need to deduce it to know the identity of the person coming. Jixia Academy ranked nearly 80% of the extraordinary people in the world.

And the only person who can possess this unique and ethereal rhythm is Li Er who cultivates Qi in this world.

Come to think of it, only the man named Zhuang Zhou who understood his own Tao from his Tao Sutra could possess it.

Ji Qiu looked squarely at the man in green shirt before him, who was like a wisp of breeze.

The aura on his body was ethereal and illusory, proving that this was not his true self.

In Jixia, when he was discussing Dharma with Li Er, he heard rumors about this man. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

The Dharma he practiced was so wonderful that it is possible that this wisp of breeze in the sky and the wisp of waves on the ground were his incarnation and evolution.

It was as if he had never appeared and yet he seemed to be everywhere.

I had only heard about it before, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, I realized the mystery. For a moment, Ji Qiu couldn't help but clasp his hands in admiration:

"If there is a way to practice true cultivation, it is nothing more than this."

"I once heard Mr. Li mention Taoist friends, but I didn't know that Taoist friends' practice has reached such a profound level."

"It's even more exquisite than the gentlemen in Jixia." In Ji Qiu's eyes.

This wisp of breeze transformed in front of me, so weak that it could almost be blown away in one breath.

But the cultivation contained in it is indescribable, at least it can only be achieved by those who are above the golden elixir.

In response, Zhuang Zhou, who was wearing a green shirt, shook his head and stretched out his finger. There was a small butterfly flapping its wings on it.

He pointed at the butterfly and meant something: "Fellow Taoist, you have achieved this." "All dharma in this world just evolves due to Tao."

"Those who have mastered the Tao are the first teachers, and then they pay attention to the methods and techniques, isn't it?"

"Just like the gentlemen you see when you look up, their Tao is actually extremely advanced, but they just lack a few methods and skills."

"Step by step is enough to achieve it, so a little bit of cultivation is not surprising." The butterfly flapped its wings and flew towards the small town that Ji Qiu just walked out of:

"Look, fellow Taoist." "Just like the city you just passed through."

"Even if a very small number of ordinary people in Zhao land have found the Qi and blood martial arts of military strategists, they only have skills and methods, but no inner truth."

"Master, what they want to do is to hand over the Tao in their hearts to these people." "A literary heart is made in heaven, just for the common people in the world." "What a magnificent wish, isn't it?"

One word woke up the dreamer. Ji Qiu was stunned. Yes.

In this life, he saw the divine in the sky, the divine blood in the underground, and all of them had extraordinary strength. Therefore, he paid too much attention to magic and magic.

Unknowingly, how long had it been since he had felt the Tao of Taiping that he once understood, the sincerity of the body that was in harmony with the Tao, and that kind of 'touch'?

That was the foundation for his Taoist will to reach the sky, soar into the sky, and attain the Dharma! For a moment, Ji Qiu suddenly stood up, as if he had received an enlightenment.

He looked at the road he came from and the city at the foot of the mountain. He thought of all the negative and decadent feelings he had just felt, but suddenly he felt that it was not that difficult after all.

The kind of unswerving determination that once swept across the world, a flag of peace, and even nine deaths, especially without regrets...compared with now, except that the enemy's strength is slightly higher, what is the difference?

In essence, aren’t they all the same?

Why should I feel melancholy and even... hesitate to move forward? Ji Qiu raises his eyebrows. The setting sun ends and the sky becomes dark.

But there is a shadow like a bright sun, slowly rising above the mountains, connecting and forming, slowly emerging.

Ji Qiu looked at the figure who came from nowhere and suddenly arrived, calling him enlightened, and bowed solemnly:

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your advice." Speaking of which, he really didn't know why Zhuang Zhou was here. It should be noted that the two of them had never met each other before, and they could be regarded as strangers.

However, he could see something from the eyes of the man in green shirt. Since we are people of the same way, wouldn't it be unusual for them to meet and discuss things?

After all, he is not the enemy of everyone in this world!

At this moment, all the melancholy in his heart was gone. Ji Qiu only felt that his Taoist heart was very strong, his Taoist charm was perfect, and he had gained the body of gods and humans to practice. It was the day he would realize the true king!

Looking at the slow connection, it was like a peaceful and yellow sky, replacing the empty and empty Dharma in the darkening sun. Ji Qiu finally fully understood. To attain the Dharma, it was necessary to have the right time, place and people, and it was indispensable.

Even a genius like Zhang Shouyi waited until he died of old age before he finally got a glimmer of fate.

Even though he has lived through several lives, he is still too young.

Thinking back to his time, which one of Daoji\Jindan didn't go through a lot of hard work?

Why is it that higher and further Dharma phenomena are easier to come by than those previous realms? At this moment, he figured it out. Therefore, a thousand pieces of gold is easy to obtain, but opportunity is difficult to prove, just as Zhuang Zhou said.
Chapter completed!