high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 307

The small ferry is full of people coming and going, boats passing by, bustling and bustling.

On the half-old pontoon bridge, the Master and the Qingjia Shenming were separated by a distance of two figures, silent to each other.In front of them is the Dadu that has been rolling for thousands of years, the roar of the river like an angry dragon comes from the majestic center of the distant river, and the moist and cold river fog permeates every part of the pier.

Looking around, the world is in chaos.

Everything is wrapped in this white chaos, human voices, chariots and horses, oars... The voices of the world come from the fog indistinctly, broken and hoarse.

"Teacher, it's too late."

Qingjia Shenming stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with the old man. He turned sideways and said to the old man who was silently watching the river:

"Now I can't turn back."

The gods and saints stood on the half-old bridge, their faces were dull, and the crowd coming and going at the small ferry was pulled by an inexplicable force, unconsciously avoided them, and turned a blind eye.

"When the Confucian sect conquered the sky, you betrayed us. Wang Fu, Zhao Bing, Sun Xuezhou, Pang Zidu, you have always been my favorite student. Looking at all the brothers and sisters who grew up with you Death, don't you feel guilty in your heart?"

"Guilty, why don't you feel guilty? Teacher, I used to be human too, and I also have six desires and seven emotions..."

The face of the Qingjia god was shrouded in chaotic mist, making it hard to see clearly. He faced the river and spread his hands lightly, with an indifferent tone:

"But what's the use of being guilty? Teacher, you can't win against those sacred people. Even if you have a mysterious method like Shimmering Baiyang, you still can't win. Huiju Baoguang King Buddha, Yuangong Sanqi God There is also the Great Immortal of Chongxu Zhide, these three holy ones, all of them are extremely powerful, picking up the stars, picking up the moon, and moving mountains to fill the sea, to them, these are nothing but trivial things."

"Even if you are consummated in the nine realms, you can't win with the group of saints who are in the upper three realms. Whether I rebel or not, the result will not change... Confucianism is destined to fight against the sky. dead end!"

"Teacher, it's not me, but you who killed Senior Brother Wang Fu and the others." Qingjia Shenming smiled, his face was so calm and indifferent: "You won't die because you have the twilight white sun mystical technique by your side, But Senior Brother Wang Fu and the others didn’t, and when they died, they were truly dead.”

"Look, after the Confucian sect defeated the sky in the middle ages, what kind of Confucianism has declined now? It has been 600 years, and it has been 600 years now, and there is not even a human being in the sixth realm! These, all It's your fault!"

The old man was still silent, the river wind blew his robe high, and the damp and cold mist could not be blown away by the wind, forming sticky balls.

"I persuaded you, but you didn't listen. You insisted on betting all the future generations of Confucianism on the battle of defeating the sky. Look at the current situation of Confucianism. This is all a good thing you did!"

Qingjia Shenming's tone was harsh, and he uttered the last sentence coldly, with a sense of sarcasm:

"Doing what you know you can't do is not a gentleman, but a fool!"

Before Daqi, even before the five kings slaying the dragon, the first country after Jedi Tiantong appeared on the land.

Yu——

All the tribes gathered together, and before the blazing bonfire, they swore blood together and elected the most virtuous elder, and asked him to wear a noble white bear skin and sit at the highest place.

Thus was born the monarch, and immediately after that, the concept of the state.

At the beginning, 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 continued to grow, until finally, it unified all the land.

It was an unimaginable golden world, where words, rituals, systems, and all concepts were born and developed accordingly.

Schools of various schools sprouted and prospered step by step. In the era before the Middle Ages, the emperor of Yu was not called the Son of Heaven. He was honored by the people of Yu as Taihuang, which means-the emperor of people.

Practicing——

For the first time, the literature on practice was compiled and written in a unified way. In the hall in the sky in the sky, the sages used bamboo slips to count the scattered cultivation techniques called martial arts, and threw them out of the hall to the Manmin.

In the pen and ink of historians of later generations, there is no record about Yu. That period of ancient history of the prosperity of humanity seems to have been deliberately hidden, and there is not a single word left in later generations.

Even the title of Emperor Tai is only regarded as a long-standing legend.

The civilization that flourished to the extreme was suddenly destroyed overnight, and the remaining people were once again swallowed by ignorance and wildness, returning from the city to the wilderness.

After that, there was a long tribal age, until the five kings were forced to jointly kill the wild dragon in Tongjiang, and the progress of civilization began to move forward again.

By the time of Daqi, the name of the emperor had become the son of heaven, which became a conventional title.

"The land under your feet was called Datun in Yu Dynasty."

The master pointed his fingers: "Datun used to be the field of the Kutianren, and there were temples dedicated to the Kutianren everywhere. I clearly remember that because someone forgot to kneel before the temple of the Kutianren, overnight, Datun The 10 people were all swallowed by the bitter gods.

Today's Luoyi was also Madam Yuxia's world. She liked to choose beautiful young people to serve in temples, so in the whole land of Luoyi, people were happy when they had a boy, and drowned when they gave birth to a daughter; As a child, from the moment I learned to walk, I learned to hold a sword..."

Zidu, such as Kutianren and Mrs. Yuxia, their deeds can even be considered benevolent in the eyes of the gods. These boat builders, whether they are before or after the Jedi Tiantong, the gods do not show mercy to us. , They provoked wars in the country and made the people bleed, just to satisfy the pleasure of drinking. I saw with my own eyes that the Yuan Palace caused hundreds of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains to bleed because of the pleasure of the servants. You—”

"Teacher, you can't beat them in Yuan Palace. You have already tried. The price is that Confucianism has declined to such an extent."

The Qingjia god suddenly interrupted the master: "The situation in the world today is no better than when the gods came to the world. Famine, military incidents, and sickness... It's just that the gods have been replaced by the family and the emperor. The emperor is dead. Dayu no longer exists, and the rule of great harmony you talked about under the elm tree will never come true!"

"Datong..." The master was silent for a while, then shook his head suddenly: "You—"

"The one who knows the current affairs is a hero. Brother Wang Fu and the others are already dead, only me, only I survived."

Qingjia Shenming shook his head, turned around and backed up: "Teacher, I will not look back. What you have done, whether it is the rule of Datong or Confucianism's destruction of the sky, is as ridiculous as a mantis' arms. I want to live, I want to live!" Live to the other side."

"and also--"

Qingjia Shengsheng stopped in his tracks and said: "Teacher, what you said is sacred, those things that are sleeping in the Void Sea, I went to explore, and there is no such thing."

"Zidu, aren't you curious about the true origin of martial arts?"

In the distance, Master's voice came from the fog of the river, indistinct: "Since the failure of defeating heaven, everything I have done is for Him."

The Qingjia god was startled, he suddenly felt a chill, which suddenly hit his heart.

This was something he had never felt before after he transferred to practice under the command of the Three Qi Gods of the Yuan Palace and became a god.

Qingjia Shenming turned his head, and on the other side of the pontoon bridge, the figure of the master had long since disappeared.

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In the school.

Chu Xun stared blankly at the ink painting, motionless. After a long time, he strode out the door as if he had just woken up from a dream.

But he didn't notice that everything in the ink painting rolled up by him was gradually fading away, green pine, big stone, and respectful kneeling old man.

But what followed was the man in white on the boulder, his features became clearer and clearer.

Bang!

In the mud, Chu Xun stopped abruptly. He was confused for a while, and didn't understand why he suddenly came to the school.

"Am I hysterical?"

He was stunned, then shook his head, and suddenly realized that he was holding a pair of ink paintings.

brush--

The ink painting was opened, and a few raindrops splashed on the white paper, making clear imprints. The character in the painting was dressed in white, with lifelike eyebrows. He stretched out two fingers, facing the blank space, with a faint smile on his face meaning.

"Baishu?!"

Chu Xun was startled suddenly, his fingers trembled violently, and he almost fell the ink painting into the mud.

Before he could react, the ink painting faded away again, and the astonishment on Chu Xun's face was frozen rigidly, and then, little by little, it turned into stunned ignorance and bewilderment.

　There is only one chapter today. I am writing here, and everyone can see that the martial arts volume has reached the late stage. Because of the ending and the idea of ​​the next volume, the updates in the next few days may be one chapter, sorry.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)