Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Text imitation, integrated into the immersive scene.

It was so loud that Ji Qiu personally entered into that era full of flames and wars, ignorance and mystery.

And experienced a magnificent life under the background of a big era.

Just like the previous three generations.

This time, with his own name and his own perspective, he saw how 'Ji Qiu', a descendant of Xuanshang, stepped onto the road of 'transcendence' and 'seeking Tao' step by step.

His face was like water, and he had always been extremely calm.

Even in the end, when he had to face death calmly because the curse of divine blood couldn't wear off, Ji Qiu's expression didn't change much.

life and death?

He has long been bearish.

Even if it's true, it doesn't matter.

What he cares about is actually just what kind of scenery he can see on this journey.

If so.

A butterfly flaps its wings and walks in all directions.

See the master, see the sky, go to Jixia, look for the extraordinary
The preaching of the philosophers, the contention of a hundred schools of thought, the initial enlightenment scholars gathered their academic sparks into various thoughts, and then collided together.

The boundary between man and god, the desire of ordinary people to look up at the sky
In the most backward and ignorant era, it can bloom the most dazzling brilliance.

The world is united, love is not attack.
Dao follows nature, and legal principles are ruthless.
Confucianism, Mohism, Law, Taoism,
Yin and Yang, vertical and horizontal.
Pass on the scriptures and righteousness of thousands of years, and burn the eternal lamp.

The philosophers sang the Tao, passing on thousands of Dharma, each holding on to the words of their own schools, and looking for the way forward for the human race.

Turning the ancient history, look at the thousands of years and thousands of years. Before the ages, there were even survivors of the Xuanshang, who recorded the valuable knowledge that bestowed all living beings on the dragon on the mysterious ancient bronze armor.

They threw out all the knowledge that could bring them change from the origin of Xuanshang——Chaoge.

It was passed on to all the common people of Xia who were ruled by the glorious sun.

But the ancestors of Yin, there are books and codes!
Until the end, with a blazing flame, burn everything.

This slowly flowing ancient scroll eventually faded away.

It was also at this time.

Ji Qiu's expression finally changed.

Looking at the changes in the years, watching the epic end, at the end, the Taoist let out a sigh of relief, with a bit of satisfaction on his face.

"It's such a great world with ups and downs, and the philosophers seek the way."

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he spoke softly.

In this simulation, he saw that as a teacher, he slowly told the students in the class the story called "Spring and Autumn".

Time is like a closed loop, forming a logical perfection.

"Is this the face I saw at the time?"

Ji Qiu pondered for a moment, and he was no longer entangled in an instant.

As for this life.

As 'Ji Qiu', this life seems to have been extremely exciting.

Discussing the law with other scholars, looking for the original supernatural, as a descendant of Xuanshang, seeing the last human king, in order to pursue the Nine Tripods and restore the glory of the human race, and a bloody monarch, fight to the death to the end.

It can be said and done.

In this world, he is not the protagonist, he is not even a supporting role.

The sight of God has never come, the seven kings of the blood of the gods, the ancients who flowed the blood of the gods, and even the emperor of Zhou
These are not yet over.

He has not regained control of Xuanshang's Jiuding, and he has never seen the so-called sacred true face. The remnant body of the King of Kings is at the end of the world, and he has not even waited for the person who can end this era of blood and fire.

The broken Jixia is still missing, and the road ahead of Baijia is still full of thorns
"Abandoning the memory and forgetting the past is nothing compared to me changing my fate against the sky and living another life."

"therefore,"

"I need to take all my insights and knowledge along the way, to see for myself."

"Take a look at this era of finding the way forward and opening up a hundred schools of thought!"

Shenxiao Feilai Peak, the Taoist on the top of Yunhai Mountain closed his eyes, breathing deeply, as if he was enlightening.

And his soul, at this moment, began to turn upside down, as if he had traveled through time and space, and dropped an 'anchor point' at the upper reaches.

"Choose to experience life and change your fate against the sky!"

"This life. I have a hunch."

"It will give me a chance to gain enlightenment!"

Zhou, Hao Jing.

This Shenjing, which was once worshiped by all the descendants of the gods and blood, still stands majestically in the center of this vast land.

Even after several wind and rain, it still stands, symbolizing the authority of the emperor and never falling.

The gleaming streamer, covered with dense patterns, is located in the city of Haojing, and it is even half a head higher than the palace of Zhou Tianzi.

Even though the years have been quite long, all the ancients are clear.

This nine-fold high platform once really had the sacredness of the sky, and it came down to the mortal world.

And personally ended Xuan Shang.

And seal them as the 'masters' of this world.

this day.

In the long dark night, there is silence and no light, and the stars in the sky are dimmed, not a single one shines.

However, I don’t know who woke up, or who was born, or who became enlightened
A dark red brilliance quietly drifted out from the dim night river of stars, and then became hotter and brighter, like a group of blazing flames, emerging in the vast sky.

Immediately afterwards, it turned into a flowing fire, divided into things, and fell one after another.

The sky was still red, such a vision, even the Son of Heaven, who had proclaimed himself in the royal palace of Zhou and hadn't shown himself for a long time, couldn't help being startled.

He stood up from the throne that symbolized 'authority' and was once bestowed by the gods above the clouds, and then stepped out of the jade steps. Outside the palace of the emperor, he looked at the dark red sky and looked at the Flowing fire fell.

After that, I couldn't help but want to go to the altar, but at this moment, there was not even a little bit of abnormal movement in the place where the sacred descended.

The "Book of Zhou", which was compiled by the Zhou Dynasty and distributed all over the country, popularized Zhou and its sacred glory, once recorded:

Zhou ruled the world, wiped out the barbarians, once saw the fire appearing in the world, entered the capital of Haojing, turned into a red crow, and together with the holy, set the tripod of Kyushu. '

It's officially written like this.

But there was fire.
In fact, it was the divine world, fighting with the Xuanshang king, almost burning half of the world, and finally produced the vision.

If this is not the divine coming, it may not be auspicious.

Zhou Tianzi's eyes were dark and deep.

His palm hidden in the long sleeve tightly held the King Zhou scepter inlaid with the eyes of the black bird, and then forged. His voice was hoarse, as if he was whispering:

"The sacred attention has long gone, and all traces of Xuanshang have been wiped away."

"Who is it that can cause such a big vision change?"

Even the authority brought by the blood and power caused him to run counter to humanity, turning him into a monster who is sometimes sober and sometimes insane.

But in fact, he is longing for every moment, that one day there will be another divine descendant, who will take him personally,
Take him to heaven.

"For so many years, every time I offer sacrifices, I must kneel on the platform, but the gods are all over the sky!"

"Why, you don't lower that great gaze again and again?"

Zhou Tianzi's eyes were muddled, even though his body was as majestic as a mountain, even though the palace was worshiped by ordinary people and revered like a god, he still showed a sense of loss.

A smear of blood red flashed across his pupils.

After stopping for a long time, he walked back slowly after the burning fire disappeared.

Along with Zhou Wang's palace, that indiscernible wailing sounded.

Only then did the royal palace, which was feared by the Duke of Haojing and the common people, become silent again.

When the fire fell, it was divided into two parts, one fell in Xiqin, and the other fell in Qidi.

And when the sun rises again.

There is a brilliant literary spirit that stretches across the world, starting from Qidi, in the Three Jin Dynasties, and in Southern Chu
Manifest one by one.

That is a completely different path from the power of the descendants of divine blood.

It is the only way of all the extraordinary in the world, except for the hundreds of schools of thought that the ordinary people have stepped out of, to step above the fourth level, which is comparable to the king of blood and blood who holds authority.

On the ground, a saint came out.

On this day, the hundreds of scholars who existed on the earth, some were shocked, some were pleasantly surprised.

Because they know that the Confucian master traveled all over the world and came back.

Except for the few words that describe the history of Xuanshang.

There was never, never been, a pure 'person'.

Can reach the level comparable to the king of blood!
As long as the theories of various schools of thought are studied thoroughly, they can support ordinary people to step out of the extraordinary.

But at most, at most, but only comparable to Gongqing, not enough to compete with those ancient people, or even compete with the king.

Not to mention the Son of Heaven, and the so-called sacred one who soared into the sky!
But from today.

It seems that there have been some changes.

The aura that stretched across the ground and spread in all directions gradually faded away.

However, the phantom that towered above the sky and the 'reason' he demonstrated were still engraved on this piece of Kyushu and never disappeared.

A middle-aged man in Confucian shirt who was respectfully called a master by his disciples, by a hundred schools of thought, made a big commotion!
But the real reason.

In fact, it was just because Yu gave a temporary sermon to dozens of disciples under the mulberry elm tree.

After the perception of heaven and earth was imposed on the body, and the vision dissipated temporarily, the master opened his eyes.

In his eyes, he seemed to realize something.

And under this ordinary elm tree, a group of disciples who followed him noticed the vision just now, their faces were full of excitement, and some even stood up, dancing and laughing heartily.

At the front, the disciples who followed the master first couldn't help being excited. One of the scholars surnamed Yan got up excitedly and said:

"Master, have you realized it?"

Just now, just now!
The master in front of me, seeing the fire falling from the sky yesterday, felt deeply moved today, and narrated a lecture called 'The Great Harmony of the World' for these disciples.

It was just an ordinary sermon under the elm tree.

But... But it caused the sympathy between heaven and earth, and the whole earth shook!

The people listening to the Tao in front of me are all great scholars of the Confucian line among hundreds of schools.

Being able to accompany the master, these people are placed in the outside world, they are all existences that can be lecturers in a local school!

The leader among them, the most outstanding disciple, even reached the realm of preaching and teaching, and found his own path.

Hearing the question from the next disciple, the master returned to his senses, nodded with a smile, and replied:

"I realized a little bit."

"Is the world in harmony?"

A little thought flashed in his eyes.

Traveling around the world, writing the Four Classics, poetry and music.

It was originally for enlightenment, so that ordinary people with all living beings have the opportunity to be enlightened.

The master originally thought that as long as this is the case, there will always be a chance to slowly change the world.

Can.
After visiting other countries and then returning to Qi, before reaching Jixia, it was just a lecture under the mulberry elm tree.

The scenes that appeared in his mind made him unable to face up to his theory.

Zhou Tianzi lived in Haojing, entrusted to the Quartet, the king, the public, the minister, and the scholar
This aristocratic class based on the blood of the gods, although some places expressed the so-called welcome on the surface because of the strength of him and his disciples.

But in fact, Master saw the disdain in their eyes.

The god-blood king of Qidi, the old Jiang Qilord, established Jixia against all odds.

But what is that one for?
The only way for the blood kings to go further is to annex the Seven Kingdoms, or destroy Zhou, otherwise the energy contained in their blood has reached its limit.

That person's mind may not be pure.

As for Jixia.

Jixia is like a holy place. It is a school that stands out from ordinary people, but in the final analysis, it absorbs people with knowledge.

Their theories are all based on exploring the way forward, in order to change this era.

But theories are useful, but will people who put them into practice really be willing to follow these theories?
Who should guide the mortal beings at the bottom and how to do it?
"Only...the rule of man."

"If the rule of man cannot be achieved, the great harmony of the world is just empty talk."

After all, the period of preaching by various scholars and contending among a hundred schools of thought was too short.

Their exploration is not deep enough.

The benevolence of Confucianism, the righteousness of Mohists, and the principles of jurisprudence
All of these need to be put into practice in order to change the times.

But today the heartstrings were touched, the Master looked back and suddenly found out.

In this day and age.

The 'people' who rule Kyushu don't seem to be with them.

"A descendant of divine blood who has been watched by the sacred?"

Traveling around the world, accumulating enough, logically speaking, should have been able to reach a higher level of master, but there is always a shackles that bind him.

Today, a lecture under the mulberry elm tree, just a surge of emotion, can attract the world to be full of literary energy, poetry, books, rituals and music are played together, and the beautiful chapters are painted into principles, which makes the whole person of the master change a lot.

At this time, he had a grand ideal in his heart, and slowly painted a corner of it.

Evangelism, enlightenment.

Further back.

It is time to ask for advice.

Confucian shirt master, look up at the sky.

"Yesterday, there was fire from the sky. I have seen a few words in the history that does not belong to Zhou."

"According to legend, it was the so-called Xuanshang, the last official historian who has not yet determined the true and false, and left traces on the nail plate with blood as pen and ink."

"There are two explanations for this meaning."

"First, he is the so-called King of Xuanshang, fighting against the Holy Spirit, and fighting like hell."

"Second, then"

The master looked towards the direction where the last night's fire had split into two and landed on the same ground, and remained silent.

After a while, I continued to think in my heart:

"Those who inherit the great fortune, or those who are born with knowledge, can come with such a vision."

"This is what it means,"

"A saint is born!"

Speaking of this, his heart surged.

Immediately, he found Yan Ziyuan beside him:

"Ziyuan, come with me."

"All disciples, you can realize what you have learned."

"When I return, I will continue to explain to you."

Qidi, outside the city of Linzi.

A series of side-by-side wooden houses, one of which is unremarkable.

A young man with handsome features suddenly stood up from the bed and opened his eyes.

His eyes are as bright and deep as stars.

Among them, there is a sense of vicissitudes.

"After the past, live another life!"

"When I was a teenager again!"

(ps: It's the end of the month, and it's useless to keep the monthly pass. Give it to me qwq.)