Between the two continents of Shambhala, the Gulf of Aden in the west and Sendai in the east are 11,000 kilometers apart, and it would take the fastest ship thirty-five days to reach its destination.
There are 4,463 scattered islands between the two continents, and the lights of Homo sapiens civilization are dotted among the fjords and canals. But all of this has nothing to do with the mortal world. It even has nothing to do with the railway system.
The social environment is very different.
According to the records of the secret library, the earliest record of trade with Shambhala comes from 556 AD. Since then, Shambhala and the underground dwarves (thin and dwarf ancient people without the protection of the sun) share the same calendar and writing, and their culture and bloodline have been intertwined and influenced each other.
Since the Pompeii Sea is a lightless sea, astrological positioning methods are useless in the underground world. The sun seen in the volcanic city of Eureka belongs to Shambhala - the orbiting period of this sun.
It is more like a Möbius strip, cruising along the east and west continents of Shambhala.
Every twenty years or so, the ocean currents in the Pompeii Sea are completely overturned. These harsh weather conditions make Shambhala's large-scale immigration plan aborted.
It is a primitive and wild land, where there is order from hundreds of years ago, technology from decades ago, and you can even see primitive tribes from thousands of years ago. It is like a strange human settlement, from
Different time and space converge on the same land.
Wood Plaque and Luo Ping'an were both from Shambhala. One was a scholar from the Lennon dynasty of the western countries, and the other was a qigong practitioner from the turbulent Xia Bang.
The story begins with Chabon——
——This "Eastern" big country occupies one-third of the territory of Shambhala. It is a feudal imperial country that imitates the official uniform system of Ming Dynasty and Yufuzhi.
Yes, you heard it right. In the era when the secular world embraced atomic energy and social science began to study how to achieve human unity, one end of the world in Shambhala was a feudal empire.
So throw away some inherent thinking and part of our common sense. This is a strange environment that has been closed for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Except for the imported culture brought by trade, Shambhala is not like some primitive slave tribes in Africa today.
What's the difference.
Oh no, I'm sorry, there is still a difference.
Because no matter how poor Africa is, it still has American aircraft carriers, but the aircraft carriers cannot reach Shambhala.
There is a map from the "Li Chun Jiang Shan Scroll·The Thirty-Sixth Year of Aizong丨The Sixteen Kingdoms of Tonghe" drawn by Immortal Luo Ping'an himself. It was made in Shambhala when Luo Ping'an traveled thousands of miles hundreds of years ago.
Geographical and hydrological map, it has since become the dragon vein of Daxia.
The Lichun Mountains are the origin of the three mother rivers of Daxia. From the northeast to the southwest, they branch out into countless mountains and hills. The Copper River is one of them. Surrounding this river, there are 46 large-scale copper mines, which are beyond the control of humans.
In the age of high temperature and flames, bronze wares were the artifacts used to seize the country's land.
The Sixteen Kingdoms of Tonghe mentioned here refer to the Sixteenth Route Warlords during Luo Ping'an's cartographic era.
Today's Daxia cannot be said to be in a precarious state, it can be said to be falling apart.
There are demons at work inside, and foreign religions are raging outside. Rao Xia went to Xia Dang, and Bangzhou Prefecture to Yongpi County on the two trade routes, the heroes of the green forest rose up in rebellion, and wanted to occupy the mountain as their king and establish themselves on the top of the mountain. They were out of the control of the imperial power.
Local officials also took advantage of the situation and transformed themselves into local emperors by raising private armies in the name of suppressing bandits.
It has been like this for a hundred years. There has never been a complete and independent political power. It is constantly split and reorganized. Puppet emperors take turns taking office. Local warlords fight and fight for land and people.
Maybe these high-profile background narratives will make people drowsy, so let’s narrow the perspective a bit.
The gunsmith classmate was still trying out the new toys. We came to Rao Xia in [the 16th year of Lingzong, 2033 AD], to Danqiu Kingdom in Fufeng Mountain, and came to a young man
around
This young man's name is Li Fengtang. He is not a protagonist, a son of destiny, or a person favored by the goddess of destiny - there is no railway here, and there is no cat god Best.
Li Fengtang was a tenant farmer in Efeu County, Yiyang Prefecture, Danqiu State. He had never read a book and usually worked with his father. During the busy farming season, he had work to do. In his free time, he relied on the relationship between the innkeeper and the county government to tell the father and son what to do.
, he just followed what he learned - he learned a lot of trades at the age of eighteen, and the neighbors praised this kid for being smart, but it was a pity that he didn't take the reading test.
The owner of the Danqiu Kingdom is a great warlord who has emerged in the Tonghe River Basin in recent years. After the founding of the country, he began to build walls and collect food for war. Without trade, the business of the inn became worse day by day, and the relationship with the county magistrate was severed.
, the Li family gradually became distressed.
Coincidentally, during those days of spring, it snowed heavily.
Lao Li went back to his ancestral home and took his wife's spirit tablet back to acknowledge his ancestors. He first worshiped the God of Grains and then the God of the Sun. He couldn't find a shop on the road, so he went home to prepare for the New Year's Eve and did not take care of the food.
Okay, the two of them stared at each other in the room, only thinking about how to evenly distribute the food in the rice vat into twenty-four meals.
In the cold and freezing streets, not a single villager came out to sell grain or sell goods, and there was still a war. If any family had surplus grain, the military and grain conscription officer led by Yu Datong saw it and would always give you some shoes to wear.
The first few days were fine. The cold spring weather had passed. I went to the woodshed to gather some firewood, and I didn't feel hungry even when I sat by the clay stove and slept.
There seemed to be a cold wave in the next few days, and the weather became more and more weird. It was so cold that his mouth and arms started to get sores, and even the young and strong Fengtang boy started to feel lethargic. Lao Li was about to die.
Li Fengtang didn't understand why the weather was so weird, so he asked his father.
"Dad, how many days are left before we can see the sun? This yellow leather jacket can't block the wind. How many days are left before we can see the sun?"
Lao Li read some books with the shopkeeper, but they were all about monsters, scriptures and alchemists' miscellaneous talk.
"Commander Yu wants to fight with the imperial court and the four southern countries for the natural danger of Yiyang Prefecture. It seems that there are capable people and strangers who invited the immortal to cast spells. Emao County is the first county to station troops in the southeast of Yiyang Prefecture. To fight against Danqiu,
We have to go through Efei County. If the weather gets warmer, there will be war, and we won't survive."
Li Fengtang felt desperate after hearing this——
——There was also a freezing cold wave last year, and my mother starved to death in the frost and snow. This year, it was my father’s turn to suffer again.
The idea that this great immortal casts a spell to bring down the snow and defeat the enemy is the work of powerful psychics or devils raised by the earth emperors. These extraordinary beings can change the historical process of Shabang at will and rewrite the fate of countless people. This is also the reason for Shambhala.
The source of confusion - the price for gaining power is too little, and the rewards obtained through power are too much.
Lao Li dragged his frozen legs and went to find some grains in the rice vat. He went outside and started making porridge with a handful of snow water. As soon as he went out, he saw a vast white vegetable garden, like tears shed by God.
They all turned into grains of salt. Once you step on them, your knees will disappear.
I heard a call behind me.
"Dad, let me help you."
Lao Li waved his hand: "Don't move. If you don't move, you won't be hungry."
Li Fengtang didn't realize that Lao Li had entered a state of hypothermia and was on the verge of death until his father walked back to the clay stove. The yellow leather jacket on his body stopped emitting heat, and his skin became purple-red.
"Don't surrender to the army."
Put the copper pot on the fire, Lao Li said.
"Your mother has said that you want to stand out. You usually follow me to do things and learn more and see more. Then I know that your heart has become wild."
Li Fengtang did not reply.
Lao Li continued: "Earlier, probably when the autumn harvest was busy, I took you to Mr. Private School's house to repair his stable. You saw Mr. Private School's wife and looked at it for a long time. I knew - you were very sad.
in a hurry."
Li Fengtang quickly explained: "No."
But the boy thought to himself that the woman who had studied was indeed different from the women walking around in the streets of the county town and the women seen in the fields of villages and towns.
Maybe dad knows, dad has seen it, dad has been to the capital.
Are all women in the capital like this?
The county magistrate's wife is also from Efei County. She is not as fair and elegant as the private school teacher's wife, and her smile is elegant.
"What's wrong with joining the army?" Li Fengtang immediately asked: "Wealth is gained through danger. If I perform meritorious service, kill enemies and get rewards for leaders, and the commander-in-chief promotes me, I will give you a big house - no matter how heavy the snow is then,
Someone also brought food to the house!"
Lao Li fiddled with the porridge and soup: "Wealth and honor are sought in danger, but also lost in danger. One tenth of the time it is sought, nine tenths of the time it is lost."
Li Fengtang immediately stopped talking. He couldn't talk to this farmer father.
"Your mother froze to death and starved to death. I don't blame the commander-in-chief. The harvest failed last year. It seems that she was cursed by the long-bearded immortal. All the food in the fields was eaten by insects." Lao Li continued: "Big
The commander defeated the Great Immortal Longbeard, but the Snow Lady hasn’t left yet, so I thought..."
"Your mother is not from Yiyang Mansion, she married from far away."
"I must give her a title and send her spiritual body to the ancestral temple. I wonder if the snow will be lighter this year and whether the Snow Queen will be merciful."
"If there is no result, there is no result at all."
"I ran slowly when I came back. The snow on the sixteen-mile mountain road was too heavy and I couldn't walk fast. I went to Yanjiapu to look for good winter food. The chickens in the chicken coop in their shop were all frozen to death. The food was too heavy.
It’s too expensive and I can’t afford it.”
"I went to your Uncle Zhao's house to ask again, and it turned out that his father had also frozen to death and was crying in mourning. I couldn't open my mouth. In a few days, I won't be able to get out of this door - I think this is fate."
"Don't surrender to the army, Feng Tang, don't go."
"When I was growing up, I watched Yiyang change six generals. I followed the adults in the county government and did chores for six families. The houses were beautifully repaired, but no family had a good ending.
"
As he spoke, Lao Li froze.
"I am leaving."
Before he finished speaking, Li Fengtang had no time to speak. He heard the roar of boiling water in the clay furnace. Amidst the gurgling sounds, Lao Li's spirit body left his physical body and turned into a dead corpse.
...
...
Fengtang finally joined the army and joined Yu Danqiu's Huozi Camp. He worked with his fellow villagers to build walls and cities, and had to complete the fortifications before the weather warmed up completely. He did a lot of work with his father, and he was a man with good abilities.
The craftsman soon became the leader of the camp.
A month later, a scholar came to Huozi Camp. This was very rare in Danqiu Kingdom. Since the wall was built to close the country and the mountain was built, few outsiders entered Yiyang Mansion. The local scholars all wanted to run away, let alone
It means to join the army.
The task of welcoming the new brothers fell to Li Fengtang.
Just when the ice and snow were about to melt, there was a strange smell of coldness and dampness in the air. A man in long clothes dressed as a scholar walked out from the gate of the county government office. He had a fair face and an elegant demeanor.
Li Fengtang saw the portrait and went up to recognize him. A month later, he had grown a beard and now looked like a slovenly man.
"Yu Datong, is it Yu Datong?"
Feng Tang had a killing stick on his waist and was wearing armor and cotton clothes. He looked majestic and stopped in front of the scholar.
"You come with me and go to the camp to sign for custody."
The scholar named Yu Datong did not reply, but responded with a cold face: "Okay."
Back in the barracks, Li Fengtang still felt that the scholar seemed to be putting on airs and making it difficult for others to get close to him, so he squeezed into his barracks in the middle of the night and wanted to talk to the scholar. Otherwise, how could he continue the city-building work on the second day?
The two gave their family names and talked about their origins and resumes, which was considered to be acknowledgment of the brothers in the barracks.
Later, when Yu Datong heard that Li Fengtang's parents had died, especially that Lao Li had starved to death in his old house, the scholar asked one more question.
"Don't you hate that your father is dead?"
Li Fengtang: "Who do you hate?"
Yes, he doesn't even know who he should hate.
Should he blame heaven and earth, blame the Snow Empress in his father’s mouth?
He doesn't even know what Snow Queen is, is she a human or a ghost?
"You finally survived, relying on that vat of rice?" Yu Datong asked aggressively: "Brother Li, did you eat human flesh?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Nonsense!" Li Fengtang immediately shouted: "How...you..."
Seeing that the craftsmen and soldiers were anxious, Yu Datong added: "I was demoted from the capital. I came to the capital to take the exam just for the sake of wearing an animal costume. I am the first-class in the township examination! The third-class in the county examination! -"
"——As soon as I entered the capital to take the imperial examination, I was framed and exiled to Danqiulai!"
"Do you know what people say about Danqiu outside, outside this wall?!"
Li Fengtang didn't know, he had never been out, but he was very curious.
If this scholar was a prisoner sent by the imperial court, how would he be qualified to enter the Huozi Camp under Commander Yu? This is the key to the city's defense.
"I feel like a meat dog." Yu Datong said: "This barren land is eating people. The city you built is a big alchemy furnace. Some people want to become immortals! They want to build a big alchemy furnace!"
——”
"Danqiu must keep fighting, keep fighting, defeat Puyang and Puyin, defeat Jiangxi and Jiangdong, and defeat the four southern countries and the ten northern countries."
"It's a big alchemy furnace! It's a big alchemy furnace!"
Yu Datong's eyes widened and he suddenly started going crazy.
"I am a dog, I am a meat dog..."
Li Fengtang didn't understand. He didn't know what to say. He was just frightened by this foreigner who was talking so loudly. The battle hadn't started yet, he hadn't even touched the real weapons, and he hadn't made any meritorious deeds. How could he?
Will you be willing to do so?
At dawn, a group of military prostitutes were sent from the county government. There were about twenty people in total. When they handed over to the chieftain in the barracks, the chieftain pointed at the escorting soldiers and cursed: "Fucking bastards! It's agreed.
What about one hundred?”
The escort officer responded: "Sir, what's the use of scolding me for being such a low-down man? Go ahead and scold the county magistrate."
Seeing the weeping women and girls entering the barracks one after another, the chieftain was worried - how can these two thousand brothers divide such a small amount of meat?
Li Fengtang also knew that it was not his turn to eat the meat, so he and a few close and sensible people in the barracks gathered outside the centurion's house at the head of the camp, listened with open ears, and enjoyed themselves.
But the centurion couldn't eat either, so the centurion took a few of his right-hand assistants and went to the major general's camp, a hundred steps away from the school grounds, to listen carefully.
They stretched their necks, the snow completely melted away, and a stream of warm air rose between the sky and the earth.
Although the sound was very small and far away, it was almost inaudible.
There were guards who came to drive people away, but they only drove them away a few steps, like a flock of crows that gather and disperse at times, inseparable from this enchanting sound.
Li Fengtang and his companions vowed to do so.
"I want to be a major general too! I want to be a major general too! Look up to me! I want to be a major general too!"
The guard took out Li Fengtang's killing stick and struck it head-on. The temperature of the melting snow was no match for the burning pain on his forehead, which woke Fengtang up immediately.
"Are you worthy of being a major general?!"
Li Fengtang lost his temper. When he returned to the camp, he saw that Yu Datong was still going crazy. He kept talking about pill furnaces, elixirs, medicines and so on.
He was so angry that he picked up a stick and beat the lunatic hard.
Until he was tired from beating him and became panicked, fearing that someone might be killed, until Yu Datong's head was covered with blood——
——He felt majestic again and felt at ease.
Scholars from the capital must be obedient in his hands.
The guards who bullied him were definitely not as wealthy as the scholar. Beating one scholar was equivalent to beating three or four guards.