The small ferry was bustling with people coming and going, boats passing by, and it was very lively.
On the half-old pontoon bridge, the Master and the Qingjia God were silent to each other, two bodies apart. In front of them was the great river that had been rolling for thousands of years, and the roar of the river like an angry dragon came from the distant heart of the river.
The powerful, moist and cold river mist spread over every part of the dock.
Looking around, the world is in chaos.
Everything was wrapped in this vast white chaos, the voices of people, the sounds of carriages and horses, the sounds of oars... the sounds of the world came vaguely from the fog, broken and mute.
"Teacher, it's too late."
The green-armored god took a few steps forward and stood side by side with the old man. He turned sideways and spoke to the old man who was watching the river silently:
"Now I can't look back."
The gods and saints stood on the half-old bridge with dull faces. The crowds coming and going at the small ferry were pulled by an inexplicable force and unconsciously avoided them and turned a blind eye.
"When Confucianism conquered the sky, you were the one who betrayed us. Wang Fu, Zhao Bing, Sun Xuezhou, Pang Ziran... Zidu, you have always been my favorite student. Looking at all these senior brothers who grew up with you,
If you die, don't you feel guilty in your heart?"
"Guilty, why don't you feel guilty? Teacher, I was once a human being, and I also had six desires and seven emotions..."
The face of the green-armored god was shrouded in the chaotic mist, making it difficult to see clearly. He faced the river and spread his hands lightly, speaking indifferently:
"But what's the use of feeling guilty? Teacher, you can't win against those holy ones. Even if you have mysterious magic like Shimmering White Sun by your side, you still can't win. Huiju Baoguang King Buddha, Yuangong Three Qi God
There is also the Great Immortal Chongxu Zhide. These three saints are all extremely powerful. To them, picking up stars and moons, moving mountains and filling seas are just ordinary trivial matters."
"Even if you are perfect in the ninth realm, you still can't win with your senior brothers and a group of saints from the upper three realms. No matter whether I rebel or not, the result will not change... Confucianism is destined to make a desperate move to conquer the sky.
A dead end!"
"Teacher, it was not me who killed Senior Brother Wang Fu, but you." The Qingjia God smiled, his face so calm and indifferent: "You will not die because you have the Shimmering White Sun Mystic Technique by your side.
But Senior Brother Wang Fu and the others did not. When they die, they are truly dead."
"Look, after the Confucian sect's battle against heaven in the Middle Ages, what has become of Confucianism today? It has been six hundred years, and now it has been six hundred years, and there is not even a six-level human immortal! These
, it’s all your fault!”
The old man remained silent, and the river wind blew his robe high up. The cold and damp mist could not be blown away by the wind, forming a thick and sticky ball.
"I advised you, but you didn't listen. You insisted on betting all the Confucian sect's future generations on the battle to conquer the sky. Look at the current situation of the Confucian sect. This is all your fault!"
The green-armored god spoke harshly, and he uttered the last words coldly, with a hint of irony:
"Doing something you know you can't do is not a gentleman, it's a fool!"
Before the Great Qi Dynasty, and even long before the Five Kings Slayed the Dragon, the first country after the Jedi Tiantong appeared on the earth.
Yu——
All the tribes gathered together and swore a blood oath together in front of the blazing Jietian bonfire. They elected the most virtuous elder and made him wear the noble white bear skin and sit on the highest place.
The monarch was born from this, and soon after, the concept of the country came into being.
At first, Yu was just a collection of several small tribes, loose and fragile, but with continuous alliances and conquests, it was like a newborn beast, constantly swallowing flesh and blood, and growing, until finally, it unified all the earth.
It was an unimaginable golden age in which words, etiquette, systems, and all concepts came into being and developed accordingly.
Various schools of thought sprouted and prospered step by step. In that pre-medieval era, the emperor of Yu was not called the Son of Heaven. He was revered by the people of Yu as Taihuang, which means the emperor of men.
Practice——
For the first time, documents about spiritual practice were uniformly edited and written. In the Yunzhong Hall that reached the sky, the sages used bamboo slips to count out the scattered spiritual practices called martial arts, and threw them out of the hall to
To all peoples.
There is no description of Yu in the writings of later historians. This ancient history of the prosperity of humanity seems to have been deliberately hidden, and not a single word was left in later generations.
Even the title of King of Thailand is only regarded as a long-standing legend.
The extremely prosperous civilization was suddenly destroyed overnight, and the remaining people were swallowed up by ignorance and wildness again, and returned from the city to the wilderness.
There followed another long tribal age, until the five kings were forced to join forces to kill the wild dragon in Tongjiang, and the process of civilization began to move forward again.
By the time Da Qi came to the Qi Dynasty, the emperor's title had become the Son of Heaven and had become a conventional title.
"The land under your feet was called Datun in the Yu Dynasty."
The master pointed out: "Datun used to be the field of Kutianren, and there were temples dedicated to Kutianren all over the place. I remember clearly that because someone forgot to kneel before the temple of Kutianren, overnight, Datun
A hundred thousand people were all swallowed up by the Kutian people.
Today's Luoyi was once the paradise of Lady Yuxia. She liked to select beautiful young men to serve in temples, so in the entire land of Luoyi, those who gave birth to boys were happy and those who gave birth to girls were drowned. Feiqiu, because Lord Yuantu was fond of bloodshed, there
As a child, from the moment he learns to walk, he learns to hold a sword..."
Zidu, such as Kutian and Lady Yuxia, their deeds can even be regarded as benevolent in the eyes of the divine. Those who forged the boat, whether they are before or after the Jedi Tiantong, the divine does not have special mercy on us.
, they instigate war in the country and make the people bleed just to satisfy their drunken pleasure. I personally saw Yuan Gong make hundreds of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains bleed because of the fun of serving boys, you——"
"Teacher, you can't defeat Yuan Gong and the others. You have already tried. The price is that the Confucian sect has declined to such an extent."
The green-armored god suddenly interrupted the master: "The situation in the world today is no better than when the saint came to the world. Famine, war, and serious diseases... It's just that the saints were replaced by aristocratic families and emperors. The emperor is dead.
, Dayu will no longer exist, and the rule of Datong you talked about under the elm tree will never be realized!"
"Datong..." The master was silent for a while, then suddenly shook his head: "You——"
"Those who know the current affairs are heroes. Senior Brother Wang Fu and others are dead. Only I, only I, survived."
The green-armored god shook his head, turned around and backed away: "Teacher, I will not look back. What you have done, whether it is the rule of Datong or the Confucian sect's attack on the sky, is as ridiculous as a mantis trying to use a chariot. I want to live, I want to
Make it to the other side alive.”
"besides--"
Qingjia Shengsheng stopped and said: "Teacher, the sacred things you mentioned are sleeping in the sea of emptiness. I have gone to explore them, and there are none."
"Zidu, aren't you curious about the true origin of martial arts?"
In the distance, the Master's voice came from the river mist, blurry and indistinct: "Since the failure of defeating the sky, everything I have done is for Him."
The green-armored god was horrified, and he suddenly felt a chill coming from his heart.
This was something he had never felt before after he transformed into a cultivator and became a god under the command of Sanqi God in Yuangong.
The green-armored god turned around, and on the other side of the pontoon, the master's figure had long since disappeared.
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In the school.
Chu Xun stared at the ink painting, motionless. After a long time, he strode out of the door as if he had just woken up from a dream.
But he didn't notice that in the ink painting he rolled up, everything and the tone of the brush were gradually fading away, including the green pines, the boulders, and the old man kneeling respectfully.
But what followed was the man in white on the boulder, his features becoming clearer and clearer.
Bang!
In the mud, Chu Xun stopped suddenly. He was confused for a while and didn't understand why he suddenly ran to the school.
"Am I hysterical?"
He was stunned, then shook his head, and suddenly realized that he was holding an ink painting between his arms.
brush--
The ink painting was opened, and a few raindrops splashed on the white paper, leaving clear marks. The character in the painting was dressed in white, with lifelike features. He stretched out two fingers and pointed at the blank space with a faint smile on his face.
meaning.
"Baizhu?!"
Chu Xun was startled, his fingers trembled violently, and he almost dropped the ink painting into the mud.
Without waiting for his reaction, the ink painting faded again, and the shock on Chu Xun's face was frozen, and then, little by little, it turned into stunned confusion and confusion.l0ns3v3
