Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 222 Taking advantage of the current situation and soaring into the sky, I don't believe there are gray heads in the world!
In the sixth year of Tianyuan, the sixth year of Yan Emperor Zhao Mu's mutiny.

In this year, something happened in the big Nanyan that caused boundless shock.

That is Yue Hongtu, king of Hubei, welcomes Zhao Ziqiong, the daughter of the former crown prince, in the capital city of Yuezhou, sits in the center, and is regarded as Zhengshuo!
At that time, the humane official seals of the six states of Etu contained all the energy in Zhao Huangxi.

After maintaining the peace for many years, finally, even the surface will no longer be followed.

Ewangtu, in a mountain villa.

Tens of thousands of volumes of books are displayed on the shelves. This is the place where the largest and most complete collection of books has been recorded after the chaos of this world has arisen.

At the end of almost every volume, there is an annotation written by their owner himself. If it is handed down, it will be a rare classic in the outside world among academies and schools.

The sunlight was just right, and it penetrated through the gap of the outer window, and shone on the Confucian scholar in a white robe with a refined aura.

Backed by the warm sunshine after the snow fell, the elderly Confucian scholar tilted his head, put the bamboo scroll made of bamboo in his hand back on the wooden bookshelf, and then recited the news he had heard before, and his tone could not help but feel a little emotional:
"It's been so many years."

"Are we finally going to start?"

Taking out a jade pendant from his bosom, Zhang Zihou looked at the 'emblem' engraved on it, and finally shook his head with some regret:
"It's a pity, if you didn't die in court disputes, how could the world of Yanzhao end up in such a divided situation?"

"Originally, you are the emperor I have chosen."

The former prince Zhao Hui was once a disciple of the Zhang family, a fact few people know.

And Zhang Zihou, as a teacher who taught Confucianism to Zhao Hui for a period of time, he knew very well that the young man who studied under him was a man who was determined to forge ahead and aspired to the world.

But the royal family has been ruthless since ancient times, and such an outstanding person died in the struggle for power after all.

Zhang Zihou didn't want to get involved in this matter.

But the changes in recent years forced him to come forward and make a choice.

Otherwise, the country will collapse, and there will be turmoil in the six states north of the Jianghuai River, which is definitely not a joke.

The old man sighed.

It was a day when I held a scroll and left lightly, heading south.

The top existence of Nanyan, the Confucianism is respected by Zhang Zihou's pioneering and outstanding learning, and the literati in the world, whoever takes a corner of his scriptures, can claim to be a disciple of Zhang's family and his disciples.

And today he went to Nanyan Twelve States.

The purpose is nothing more than paving the way.

In order for the direct descendant who inherited Prince Hui's behest to regain control of the great position.

Today and today, he went to various aristocratic families and clans in the twelve state capitals.
Who can't give him three points of thin noodles?
Maybe in the end, they will have to fight each other after all.

But before that, as long as Zhao Ziqiong can win three points, then under the general trend, what will the people's hearts be.

It goes without saying.

And in the north.

Bei Yuan waited hard for the opportunity for several years, and finally the definite news came out.

When E King Yue Hongtu finally helped Zhao Ziqiong on the bright side, King Beiyuan, who got the news, couldn't help but sneer in the mansion:
"Six points in the world, can't hold back after all?"

Yue Hongtu started out fighting against the Bei Yuan, and he marched south and north and killed countless people. He rode iron cavalry all over the land of the six states, and fought all the way to Yanmen Pass, returning all the land that was trampled by Bei Yuan's iron hooves.

All these years of hard work, although he is the king, but the cracker is self-sufficient, and seems to be getting more and more alienated from Nanyan. Such behavior, and now supports a daughter to rectify her name. What is the plot?

"Let's fight, and let you fight."

"When you rise up to cross the river and collide with the Emperor Yan and the Twelve Great Households in the south of the Yangtze River, it will be the day when I, Beiyuan, truly rule the world!"

The four kings and three sages of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, except for the three sages who are giants of monsters, who listen to the tune and don't listen to the announcement, and each control a territory, the remaining four kings are all from the direct line of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

Although their strength is not as good as the big monsters who dominate one side, they are worse than loyalty.

If Beiyuantian Khan really ordered, in an instant, it would be enough to gather 50 troops and display them in front of Yanmen Pass!
Once going south, even if Yue Hongtu is in front of him, he will definitely not be able to stop him!

As the direct descendant of Beiyuan King, he has been waiting for this opportunity for too long.

And for now.

It seems that the end of the war is about to start, and it is not far away!
On the other hand, look inside Yanmen Pass.

The sky is full of yellow sand, and the borders of the territory are filled with a murderous atmosphere.

The ancient border gate, which was riddled with holes and completely repaired, still stands majestically. On the endless city wall, soldiers dressed in armor and full of vitality, holding weapons in their hands, looked north.

"How about it, is it still suitable?"

Inside the city gate, Zhang Xian, the chief general stationed in Yanmen Pass, looked at Xin You'an, who was in the school field with a long sword on his waist, and who was seriously training his subordinates, walked over and asked with a faint smile.

As a person valued by Prince E's son, Xin You'an lived up to the expectations of all parties.

Riding alone through Yanmen, after asking the King of E for his approval, he turned back to the northern border, and brought the [-] rebels who had been pulled out by one hand to the southern border of Etu!

Many of them, old, weak and young soldiers, were dismissed after they arrived and sent to the surrounding villages and towns to settle down, but even so, [-] elites were left behind.

These 3 people were all handed over to him by Zhang Xian with a wave of his hand. In addition to the eight tribes of King E, another army was added, called the Flying Tiger Army!
And the candidate for the head coach was Xin You'an himself, which was also decided by Yue Hongtu, King of E at that time.

Now that more than half a year has passed, this newly established frontier army has initially adapted to the military life of the King Hubei Army.

Under Xin You'an's training, they quickly changed from a loose, unorganized and undisciplined pattern to becoming just like other soldiers.

Even in his bones, there is also the tenacity and determination that have been honed in the wind and frost in the north, which are extremely rare and valuable qualities!
At this time, Xin You'an, who was just a young man, met the Lord of Ming Dynasty and came south, full of vigor and vigor!
He held the sword around his waist to train the soldiers, and when he heard Zhang Xian, the chief general of the Yanmen who came to the side, make a question, he immediately clasped his fists and responded:
"So that Zhang Shuai knows."

"For more than half a year, Xin's daily military training has washed away the laxity of the soldiers under his command. If there is a war, they will be the most valiant soldiers on the battlefield!"

"On this point, please rest assured!"

After finishing speaking, he clenched his right hand into a fist and struck his chest. Xin You'an looked at the high-spirited soldiers in the school field ahead with complacency.

Looking around, I saw a formation of thousands of people, and soldiers in ten square formations were uniform, and there seemed to be flames burning in the pupils of the pairs.

Those flames are the heart energy, if gathered together, it will be like a prairie fire, burning one side!
As for a soldier, the most indispensable thing is the spirit!
Seeing this, Zhang Xian immediately laughed out loud, with some appreciation on his face:
"Not bad."

"Yue Shizi's vision of seeing people is still very accurate."

"Get ready, You'an."

The general patted him on the shoulder, then looked to the north and sighed:
"Now King E is justifying the name of the little princess. After thinking about it, the northern border will never be peaceful again."

"At that time, there will be boundless wars and chaos."

"Since I am a general in the army, I will serve the Ming Lord with my death will, and I must not let Yuangou take a step forward!"

At this time, Zhang Xian's tone was heavy, and it could be said that he spoke earnestly.

At the same time, with the ups and downs of his words, his blood, which had been condensed to the extreme, could not help but let out a little breath.

Just by feeling it for a while, you can feel that it is already thick to an indescribable level.

This is a sign that the muscle, bone, skin, membrane, and flesh have been tempered perfectly, almost connecting the sky and the earth, and opening up the second bridge of celestial phenomena!

When Ji Qiu changed his fate against the sky, lived another life, and changed the fate of Prince E's Mansion, he flapped his wings along with this butterfly.

At the same time, there are other characters who should have fallen, but also began to change their fate, and began his illustrious life!
And Zhang Xian is one of them!

As a figure who rose up in the same period as E Wang Yue Hongtu, even if he is not as good, after getting the true biography of Yue Hongtu, how can he be too far behind?

Come to think of it, at most it will be a few more years.

He will become the second Celestial Martial Saint within the six prefectures and six prefectures of E King after E King Yue Hongtu!

The future is still long.

As for the general who had been silently guarding Yue Hongtu's back all this time.

When he truly proved the celestial phenomenon.
I'm afraid the whole world will be shocked by it!

Came here to inspect the Flying Tiger Army, not long after viewing, Zhang Xian nodded slightly, and then walked away into the distance.

As the guard of Yanmen Gate, he still has a lot of responsibilities, so naturally he can't delay for too long.

And Xin You'an saw the burly general striding away from the school grounds, turned his eyes away, and continued to watch Pao Ze's subordinates who were in charge of fighting, and thinking of Ji Qiu's appreciation, he couldn't help feeling proud.

But for a moment, as a bold and unrestrained poet, a timeless noun took shape in his mind as he looked north.

Then in an instant, he blurted out:

"Looking at the sword while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns.

Eight hundred miles under the command of burning, fifty strings turned over the sound of the plug.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield!
The horse made Lu Fei swift, bow like a thunderbolt.

End the affairs of the king and win the name before and after his life!
Why did it happen in vain? ! "

The bold and unrestrained words full of pride and aspirations were extolled from the mouth of this high-looking armored general, resounding on the school grounds, the words were clear, but everyone who heard it was full of enthusiasm.

I saw the soldiers inside and outside the school grounds. After hearing the ambition of the general, the soldiers immediately raised their weapons and raised them high.
After a long howl, Xin Youan's eyes shone brightly, and at the same time, his literary practice became more and more profound!

Indistinctly, there is even the attainment of establishing a school in the way of poetry!

"If you teach that there is no hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there are white heads in the world"

Whispering softly, Xin You'an drew his sword out and looked to the north with burning eyes.

"One day, I will reproduce what my grandfather expected."

"Called the ancestral land of the northern border, and returned to the orthodoxy of humanity!"

"And this is what Xin Mou wishes for in his life!"

The spring and autumn passed by suddenly, and several years have passed between days and nights.

It's another year of frost, and the snow has sprouted!

Outside the city of Yuezhou Prefecture, in a mountain field, there was a muffled thunder from the sky and the earth.
All of a sudden, the billowing thunder calamity descended boundlessly!

Amidst the lightning and thunder, an old Taoist flew up to meet the catastrophe, bathed in the thunder light above the sky, his Taoist robes all over his body became torn, and his whole body was covered with purple thunder, which was scorched black and difficult to split.

But even so, he still stood cross-legged in mid-air, and his extremely cloudy eyes seemed to have a ray of bright light like a spring on a dead tree.

Daoyun, which belonged to Huayangdu, the real Zixiao, had been fully understood by Qing Weizi after eight years.

And today, eight years later, with the turmoil in his mind, the old Taoist knew immediately that today would be the best time for him to prove the golden core!

If it is said that the foundation of the Dao is the foundation of the Dao.

Then the golden elixir transformed from the Dao foundation is the root of the Dao!

Since ancient times, the fundamental golden elixir of mana can only be achieved once, even if it is a rebirth, the realization of the Tao and meaning has been determined, and the golden elixir of the next achievement must also be a definite number.

So, there is another saying that Dan Cheng has no regrets!

Although Qingweizi and Huayang both gave gifts, and there is no hope of achieving the alchemy state in this life, but he can't underestimate this level in the slightest!

With the internal and external fire refining, the rudimentary form of alchemy was branded with Taoism, and Qingweizi's Taoist foundation, which had a few cracks, began to heal slowly, and then became round and smooth.

When the Daoji, which symbolizes the embryonic form of alchemy, begins to become entangled with black lines, golden, bright and round,
It shows that the golden core has been half completed!
As for the rest, it depends on whether this catastrophe can survive.

As long as you pass through, it will be the eight hundred autumns of the Taoist year, and if you say a real person, the heaven and the earth will congratulate you!

But I can't get over it. Needless to say the ending.

At this time, the sky, the earth, and the thunder tribulation fell together, with a huge momentum, almost resounding in a radius of ten miles.

From far away, one can see the figure of the Taoist who is constantly being baptized by the thunder light.

In the distance, several people were watching this scene happen.

Among them, a handsome young man in a cloud-patterned robe and a jade hairpin, watched all this silently.

At this time, his eyes seemed to turn with a stream of light, closely observing Qingweizi's movement of crossing the calamity, never letting go of the slightest detail.

Moreover, the aura on this young man's body is deep and pervasive, and there are hidden signs of overflowing. Presumably, he is also a great practitioner who is not born in the world. Even if he does not enter the golden elixir, he should not be far away!

When he saw Qingweizi's dan qi formed, all his energy and profound light were restrained, and then he played the final game with Lei Jie, he finally said in a low voice:

"Success or failure, right now!"

Sure enough, as the young man's words fell.

Above the high misty sky, when the last thunderbolt strikes, the billowing dark clouds finally dissipate.

With the breeze blowing in, the sky and the earth are clear, the blue sky is like washing, only the remaining power of thunder is still lingering.

However, the old Taoist who was baptized by the thunder calamity and was riddled with holes in his Taoist robe was completely washed out, survived the last thunder calamity, and finally took the last step!
Along with the haze and mist, auspicious mist and auspicious clouds emerged in the sky.

The weather that the old Taoist was on the verge of withering suddenly disappeared!

Then, a long howl full of joy burst out from Qing Weizi's belly:

"Dan Cheng is a middle-grade product, and I am a Taoist!"

After eight years, Huayangdu's expectation has finally been completed!

In the lineage of Zixiao, another Daoist Daoist was born!

Great luck!

(ps: Calvin, it's a little late, I'm suffocated, two in one.)
(End of this chapter)