Is this the difference between the world and the world?
When Xun Shaoyu saw these billions of endless stars, he thought in hindsight.
In the world of Jamfuli, there are also strong and weak, and there are also classes.
Even an ant can be strong or not, let alone a world?
In any world, as long as there is life, no matter what kind of life creature it is, even if only an ant is born, a trace of white energy will be born.
This Qi is both vitality and vitality for all beings, and is the beginning of life.
On this basis, life flourishes, civilization is nurtured, and red energy is naturally born.
Between white air and red air, there is no one in a hundred.
There are also three levels of red energy, namely light red, pure red, and deep red.
These three levels of red energy respectively represent the degree of civilization development.
As for the gold and green qi above, the quantity is far less than the red qi. In terms of preciousness and rarity, it is far from comparable to the white and red worlds.
Looking at the endless starry sky, Xun Shaoyu couldn't calm down deep in his heart.
At this time, a faint purple aura emerged from the stone mirror.
A trace of information suddenly circulated in his mind, and then disappeared into nothingness.
This information came suddenly and went away quickly.
"Luck..."
This is what that piece of information ultimately wants to express.
"Could it be that all the 129,599 broken marks behind this stone mirror need to be filled with 'luck'?"
Xun Shaoyu was no stranger to the theory of "luck".
In the previous life, those "novels" clearly described the preciousness of "luck".
Even in the legend, the innate saint, the invincible Hunyuan Wuji Supreme Leader, all had disputes over luck.
The Pangu world was shattered and the sun and the moon were turned into powder. If it were not for the incarnation of the Great Dao, the teacher of the saints, and Taoist Hongjun who personally came to stop them, these eternal and incorruptible innate leaders would have really regenerated the earth, fire, feng shui, and created another party.
The world of heaven and earth.
Although there are still many inaccurate descriptions in this, it can also make Xun Shaoyu understand the preciousness of luck.
It can be imagined that the innate leader is not willing to let go easily. The wonders of 'luck' can be imagined.
"The message from the stone mirror is only to reincarnate in the heavens and converge the fate of heaven and earth!"
"Luck! Luck!"
The information in this stone mirror almost contains the meaning of longing for ‘luck’.
But too little information was left behind, and the stone mirror was broken into more than 120,000 pieces, causing the inherited information from the stone mirror to be fragmented.
We can only piece it together here and there, and with the continuous repair of the stone mirror, can we hope to truly obtain the innate inheritance contained in this stone mirror.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall!
Xun Shaoyu did not dare to take the risk and used this stone mirror to travel between the heavens.
Not to mention anything else...
But when his true spirit reincarnates in other worlds, what should he do with his physical body?
If we were in other worlds, we would have stayed for more than ten years, or even dozens of years.
I'm afraid that by then, his physical body will have long since rotted away, and not even the bones and dregs will be left.
Don't look at him, he is not doing well in this world, he is just walking on thin ice.
But no matter what, he is now the son of a country who can hold out his hands with clothes, open his mouth with food, and have beautiful maids at his disposal.
The quality of life was so high that even though he had seen "big scenes", he was stunned.
Even though the aunt's wife didn't want to see him, the king's father didn't pay much attention to him either.
But he boasts that his years of caution have not hindered his freedom throughout his life.
Why take the risk of reincarnation and go to other strange worlds to seize luck?
If you have bad luck and are reincarnated as a beggar, disabled, or a prisoner...
Wouldn't that be a tragedy...
For him who knows neither chemistry nor glass making.
It's better than now, just stay in this world honestly and don't go out and mess around.
‘Wandering’ around requires capital!
Now, he does not have the capital to support him in trying everywhere.
As long as he 'fails' once, he will fall into a pit and be unable to climb out.
It was precisely because of this concern that Xun Shaoyu still seemed very unfazed after seeing this magnificent starry scene.
On impulse, I started to ‘wave’…
That's impossible, not in this life, it's not his character.
Taking a quick trip may seem very cool, but you also need to be able to survive!
The saddest thing in life is that when a person dies, the "money" is not spent; the saddest thing is that when a person is alive, the "money" is spent!
This is such a simple sentence, which clearly proves that people are the first thing.
"It's better to go back!"
Now that he saw that there was a possibility of repairing this stone mirror, Xun Shaoyu just accepted this reality calmly.
As soon as I thought about it, a ripple appeared in the lake of my heart, wanting to interrupt the connection between my heart and the stone mirror so that my self-awareness could 'wake up' from nothingness.
This is a method he has figured out over the years when his mind is in harmony with the stone mirror.
only……
When he first came up with this idea, a trace of traction force suddenly came from a star surrounded by red air.
This star was very close to his consciousness.
Moreover, that kind of power seemed weak, but in an instant, it firmly fixed Xun Shaoyu's consciousness in nothingness, unable to move at all.
Then he was like this, driven by this strand of power, getting closer to the star little by little.
Looking at the distance that was getting closer, there was Shi Jing's barely concealed cheer.
"****"
This kind of sour feeling that the overlord forced his bow made Xun Shaoyu feel powerless besides saying "mmp" to Shi Jing.
Gradually, a vague feeling came over his mind again.
He was left defenseless and lost consciousness...
Just in a sudden glance, I saw an increasingly deep red color.
…………
In the eighteenth year of Emperor Zhuang of the Wei Dynasty, it was April 13th, early spring.
Yizhou, Jingyuan Prefecture, Changzhi County, Yongan Township.
This day is a big day that cannot be ignored for Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village.
The harvest of a year of hard work, and whether the year is good or not, all depend on the 'success or failure' of this day.
Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village start to get busy at the beginning of the ugly season and when the cock crows.
Inside and outside the village, everyone looked busy.
On a slightly raised mound, there are several short branches, about the same width.
These short branches were polished very smooth by the villagers with stones, exposing the white and yellow inner core.
Those rough barks were carefully polished off little by little by careful women, and the protruding wood thorns on them were removed.
This mound, that is, a slightly raised ground, is only two or three feet high and low. An adult only needs to take a long step, which takes dozens of steps, that is, one round trip.
A rectangular sacrificial table was directly opposite the mound.
On this sacrificial table, there is a whole roasted pig.
The roasted pig head is facing the mound, and there is still a little gray wood ash on the roasted brown pig skin.
Every villager who passed by Jizhuo, or who passed by Jizhuo on purpose, could not help but swallow hard, make a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and then left with great reluctance.
"...The time has come!!"
A man with a stooped body was half-dressed. His washed gray-white shirt was stained with dust. His face was suddenly full of ridges, but he was still full of energy and had a loud voice.
Accompanied by this loud chant, people from Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village came out clearly differentiated.
Groups of villagers surrounded the two old men, and the atmosphere between them was somewhat tense.
"Cough...cough..."
An old man in plain clothes and shabby clothes, with gray hair and a bent back, coughed from time to time, and held a wooden stick with hands that were as trembling as old tree bark. His skinny body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.
"Lao Qi..."
The old man smacked his chapped lips and said, "It's time to fight for water again... Hehe... Look at our sons and daughters on the river. With this body, we will definitely take the lion's share again this year."
Although the old man's body was thin, he still patted his chest with pride.
"Hehe... old guy... you look down on our Xiahe Village. What do you mean it's yours again?"
Another old man was also leaning on a piece of rotten wood. His ravaged face was full of traces of wind and frost, and his bright eyes were also quite dissatisfied.
"What, you want to have a fight?"
This old man is also quite fiery, and seeing that this old man named ‘Lao Qi’ is not to be outdone.
"We, the men who go up the river, are never afraid of this!"
Suddenly, several thin men stood beside the old man. Some men from Shanghe picked up their own hoes and looked at each other eagerly.
Fighting with weapons has existed since ancient times. It is the most primitive way for rural people to resolve conflicts between villages in the era when the government did not go to the countryside. It is primitive and violent, ranging from a small family to a large village.
means.
"snort……"
‘Old Seven’ snorted coldly, and several big men behind him who also had weathered faces also raised the pickaxe handles in their hands as if to demonstrate.
It's just that neither the people from Shanghe Village nor the people from Xiahe Village have pickaxe handles and hoes in their hands made of iron.
It is just fixed, and the stone blade polished with bluestone serves as a pickaxe blade and a hoe blade.
'Lao Qi' said slowly: "Fang Lao Liu... your temper is still so explosive, you can get angry at the slightest moment."
"With your temper, if you offend those high-ranking people, you will be killed!"
After hearing the words of 'Lao Qi', Fang Lao Liu held the wooden stick tightly in his palm, almost with veins bulging out.
"Hehe... My head is gone, but the scar is as big as a bowl. Who knows when a bad old man like me will die..."
Fang Laoliu exhaled with difficulty, as if the topic was very heavy.
‘Old Seven’ also consciously made a mistake. This topic is very sensitive.
If he is taken over by those 'country dogs', he will lose a layer of his skin even if he doesn't die.
"Sigh... We are all southerners, and we are all fourth-class people. If we continue to kill each other, what will it look like?"
Fang Laoliu sighed and said: "In previous years... it was all adults fighting for water. Which year didn't a few strong laborers die? This year we will change it. Adults will not be allowed to go up, so we will let the boys from the two villages.
Let’s fight.”
'Old Seven' nodded in agreement: "Okay... let the cubs go up. They are weak and can't do anything serious. Any bumps or bruises are inevitable."
These two old men may seem inconspicuous, but in fact, they are the elders of their respective villages, holding the power of life and death for their clansmen.
Generally speaking, the elders of this race are not only the highest in seniority, but also have the prestige that makes all the villagers convinced.
He is the real helmsman of a village and a clan...