Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 311 The roc rises with the same wind in one day, soaring up to [-] miles!

When the sky and the earth are at dusk, when the autumn wind blows.

In the current Zhao country, there has been no war for several months.

When Zhao Wuwang led a hundred thousand soldiers, knocked on the pass of Beiyan, and returned after drinking the blood of an ancient man, the frontier that had been fighting all the year round was finally a little bit more stable.

now--

After the first battle a few years ago, the Lord of Western Qin no longer sent troops to Hangu Pass, intending to seek peace, so he sent Goddess Zhao and her son back home as Qin's hostage to quell the war between the two countries.

Beiyan was very aggressive, but after the top ancient man had shed blood outside the pass, he also died down, recuperated, held on, and no longer fought against Zhao Yi.

Whether it's the descendants of the upper class, or the ordinary people.

At this point, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The cruelty of Zhao is not only reflected in ordinary people, but also in the descendants of the gods and blood who belong to him.

Because in the country of Zhao, no matter what your status is, as long as the king conscripts and launches a war, no one can escape, even princes and princes.

But relatively speaking, the possibility of their survival is naturally much greater than that of ordinary people.

But the same.

Since ancient times, only blood and fire can temper people the most.

Even ordinary people, in the extremely frequent wars, as long as they can live long enough, in this era of majestic power, he can always find a way to the extraordinary.

Or practice martial arts in the way of a military strategist, bathed in the blood of the gods.

Or swallow the enemy's divine blood and become more powerful along the way.

It's all one of the ways.

Therefore, the descendants of the blood of the Zhao Kingdom may not all be ancient nobles.

Among their ranks, there are also people who have come out of the bottom of ordinary people, so the environment of the Zhao family is the most peculiar in the Seven Kingdoms.

However, such people are extremely rare.

Most of the ordinary people, in fact, have been turned into a pile of loess in the continuous war, so how can they have these dreams of being kings and ministers?

The sacrifices in this country are the gods who are in charge of killing, and the blood of war flows in King Zhao Wu's body. As long as he fights every time, he can radiate unparalleled strength.

That is the crazy blood factor, the authority he wields can even shatter the stars.

Therefore, he is the most warlike king among the Seven Kingdoms.

But a few months ago, he clearly won the battle against Beiyan, but for some reason, when he broke through the ancient pass and was about to drive straight into Yantu, he chose Mingjin to withdraw his troops.

Not only that, after Zhao Wang returned to the country, until now, he has not shown up for several months.

Even with the atmosphere of Zhao country, it ushered in a calm that is rarely seen in ordinary times.

This is very unusual.

And in this context.

At this time, a young man in a white robe, with a red-gold young bird on his shoulder, stepped into Zhao's territory.

He walked all the way along the border wasteland, passing by the desolate and majestic Guguan by hiding his breath.

The soldiers guarding there were the strongest aura of slaughter and iron blood that Ji Qiu had ever seen in this world.

If it wasn't for wearing armor and holding a sword, and having experienced hundreds of battles, he would definitely not be able to cultivate such courage.

Ji Qiu traveled for some days on the border of Zhao State.

He was not in a hurry to find someone to forge the sacred bone of the mysterious bird. In fact, in his heart, there were very few people who were qualified to forge such a sacred object.

It's not the kind of person who can shake the world and weep ghosts and gods with just a swing of the hammer when refining the weapon. Others come, and to be honest, they are not worthy of such rare treasures.

Therefore, it is better to filter carefully.

As for the rumored young man who will return to West Qin after a few years and be crowned king in the near future.

To be honest, Ji Qiu is quite interested in this.

Because, before the imitation fell, he had heard that among the hundreds of schools, the master of the Yin-Yang family who was the best at the five elements and fortune-telling said.

This troubled world will come to an end in the hands of the king of West Qin.

He wanted to see what kind of character that was.

So, Ji Qiu traveled all the way to the capital of Zhao State, Xindu.

That young man, as well as the rumored master craftsman with the most exquisite military casting skills in the world, were all there.

On this road,
He saw what ordinary people in Zhao State looked like.

Because the king of Zhao was good at fighting and bloodthirsty, he was often recruited, so most of Zhao's land was sparsely populated.

As for the surviving mortals, since they were born, their palms began to learn to hold swords and spears when they were only young.

This country, from top to bottom, is extremely admiring, which is a symbol that has been almost engraved in their bones for thousands of years.

Only the strong are worthy of the authority to speak!

Even status. You have to lean back a little bit.

At the edge of Huangsha Village, Ji Qiu saw a toddler, who was barely able to speak, stab the neck of a restrained beast with a knife in his hand.

Their immature cheeks were spurted by the hot blood in the veins of the beasts, splashed onto their faces without changing their expressions, and even giggled about it, but the adults in animal skins next to them didn't care at all when they saw it .

Because in their philosophy, this is enlightenment.

These people don't know what poetry, rites, music, and practice are. The only idea left in their concept is to become a warrior, and then to serve the stronger descendants of the blood of the gods, and to achieve their own sublimation in the war!

Just like a machine.

Various schools of thought, such as Master, Meng Ke, Mo Di, and other masters, such as Xun Kuang, have all traveled to this land.

However, they can only accept the military spirit and blood of military strategists, and the way of war and killing, and the rest are discarded like old shoes.

Ji Qiu also tried to step into these villages, as well as some marginal small town gathering places, intending to spread some of his theories.

Unfortunately, this is not Jixia.

These ordinary people who have been living for generations, only killing and war are left in their bones, are not those human scholars who are thirsty for knowledge and try to change this era.

Zhao Guo is not a place where he can completely erase the brand marks left behind by himself.

Want to change this situation completely.

There is only one way.

That is, to set off a revolution, subvert the existence of the highest level that guides this situation, establish a new way, and then gradually figure it out and subtly change it.

As far as Ji Qiu is concerned, he has already done this more than once, so he is familiar with it.

However, in this era where the sky is full of holiness and the gods and blood kings are below, it is not so easy.

There must be someone who walks with him.

Only then can this not-so-good, even extremely cruel world be changed into what they want to see.

This will take some time.

More than a month, but a snap of the fingers.

The sun is setting and the autumn wind is rustling.

Ji Qiu has already traveled all the way from the border to the interior of Zhao country.

But he hardly affected anyone, unless he used his own spirit to directly influence ordinary mortals.

But how could that be preaching?
Therefore, it is naturally the same as the journey that Master and others have taken, with little effect.

On this day, he left this small hinterland city, and then sat on the ground on a hill on one side.

He looked down at the city built on the mountain, his eyes flashed with incomprehensible colors.

Think about the experience since these times.

After he walked out of Qi, he didn't do much in the Wei state that was full of plague and plague all day long.

At most, that is to treat some ordinary people suffering from diseases along the way, but that's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

The medical scholars who wandered in Wei for decades like a day are completely different.

Thereafter.

He took the inheritance of Chaoge, and he wanted to forge the magic weapon, and then prove the Dharma, so that he can return to Jixia, kill the Lord Jiang Qi and the blood of the gods, so as to set off the flame of change.

But along the way, in fact, what he got more was just getting stronger.

The state of mind of practice, as well as the intention of cultivation, are vaguely stagnant, and there is even a slight regression.

Enlighten the Tao, seek the Tao, and gain the Tao.

Jindan, Faxiang, Yuanshen.

That day in the ancient city of Xuanshang, he was full of vigor when he broke through the realm of martial arts, and he felt that the world is so big that there is nowhere he can't go, even if he is the true king of Faxiang who is above the golden core, he can only break it with a snap of his fingers.

In the end, because he wanted to prove the top Dharma, both inside and outside, he forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and did not go all out to break through the shackles.

But think about it now.

In fact, that day, his heart was already ups and downs.

If it doesn't seem to suddenly realize it now, then adjust it.

In case you really go all out with a bang, if you use the image of peace to evolve into the Dharma
If you can't say it, you will fall out of a big somersault.

Now that he came back to his senses, Ji Qiu's back was covered in cold sweat.

The master traveled around the seven kingdoms, and he never changed his mind when he saw thousands of wounds and holes; Li Erdao followed the law of nature, and although he lived in the treasury, he could get a glimpse of the mysteries of the world; .
These people have seen the suffering and setbacks in the world year after year, but they still forge ahead, and they only broke through the mysterious and mysterious fourth realm.

Ji Qiu was able to cross the threshold of heaven and man only because he was fortunate enough to be trained with the blood of the mysterious bird, and supplemented with such heaven-defying aptitudes as mending the sky and Taoism.

It really shouldn't!

Rejoicing in his heart, Ji Qiu let out a long breath of foul air.

The young black bird on the shoulder seemed to feel Ji Qiu's disappointment at this moment, so it rubbed his cheek affectionately with its furry head.

Because of the talent of the mysterious bird of destiny, Ji Qiu seemed to be a close relative of the same origin to this young black bird.

Therefore, he took Xuanniao's Xuan character as his surname, and called her: Xuanwei.

The little guy has been trapped in Chaoge City for too long. Although he has existed for a long time, the real age of the big monster is only when he was born.

So if it is really counted, in fact, she is only born for more than a month now.

Feeling the touch of the cheek, Ji Qiu looked at the little guy's human-like movements, couldn't help but smiled, and flicked her head with his fingers:

"You. You have existed since the time of Xuanshang. If you hadn't encountered an accident, you wouldn't have just been born, and you wouldn't even be able to achieve the power of transformation."

"Grow up quickly."

"If you can't protect yourself, in this kind of world, even I may not be able to abide by the oath in the ancient city of Chaoge, and keep you safe for the rest of your life."

The first generation of Xuanniao handed over his own blood and bones to Ji Qiu as inheritance.

Passing on the torch, he is naturally obliged to support Xuanwei to the point where he can face the world alone.

Unconsciously.

He has already carried a lot of burdens during this journey of changing his fate against the heavens.

His mind was in a trance for a while, Ji Qiu didn't notice that there was a cool breeze condensing and forming beside him.

Then, it turned into a figure:
"The mysterious bird of destiny, descended to give birth to quotient."

"The blood of Xuanshang King, the body of the shortcut."

"Fellow Daoist, there really are many mysteries in him."

"Moreover, it's even rarer to see Dao Yun in person, about to step up the road, like a Kunpeng, soaring ninety thousand miles."

"Fellow Daoist, when will you take this step?"

It was a figure in a green shirt with Mu Zan's hair tied up, with a smile on his brows and eyes, he came with a ray of breeze, sitting beside Ji Qiu.

Ji Qiu was naturally aware of this.

He didn't even need to deduce it to know the identity of the comer.

Jixia Academy ranks nearly [-]% of the ordinary people in the world.

And who can possess this unique ethereal rhythm, except for Li Er, who cultivates "Qi" in this world.

Thinking about it, only he once said in his mouth that the only person who realized his own Tao in his Taoist scriptures, named Zhuang Zhou, could possess it.

Ji Qiu squarely looked at the man in the blue shirt who was like a ray of breeze in front of him.

The air on his body is ethereal and vain, proving that this is not his true self.

When he was in Jixia, he had heard rumors about this person when he was exchanging ideas with Li Er.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

The Dharma he practiced is extremely wonderful. It is possible that a ray of wind in the sky and a wave of spray on the ground are his incarnation evolution.

It's as if he's never been there, and it's as if he's everywhere.

It was only heard before, but now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know the mystery. For a while, Ji Qiu couldn't help applauding:

"There is a Tao and true cultivation, nothing more than that."

"I once heard Mr. Li mention fellow daoist, but I didn't know that fellow daoist's practice has approached such a high level."

"Even more subtle than the gentlemen in Jixia."

In Ji Qiu's eyes.

The wisp of fresh wind in front of him was incarnated, so weak that it could be blown away almost in one breath.

But the practice contained in it is indescribable, at least it can only be achieved if it is above the golden core.

In this regard, Zhuang Zhou in the green shirt shook his head, and stretched out his finger, which carried a small butterfly flapping its wings.

He pointed to the butterfly, implying something:
"Fellow Daoist has taken pictures."

"All the dharmas in this world evolve because of the Tao."

"Those who have attained the Tao should be teachers first, and then they will pay attention to the law and techniques, isn't it?"

"Just like the gentlemen you saw when you raised your eyes, in fact, their Tao is already extremely advanced, but they just lacked some skills and techniques."

"Step by step, enough to achieve, so a little bit of cultivation is not surprising."

The butterfly flapped its wings and flew towards the small town that Ji Qiu had just walked out of:
"Look, Fellow Daoist."

"Just like the city you just passed through."

"Even if there are a very small number of ordinary people in Zhaodi, who have found the blood and martial arts of the military family, they only have skills and methods, and they have no heart."

"Master, what they want to do is to deliver the Tao in their hearts to these people."

"A literary heart is born naturally, only for the common people in the world."

"What a grand wish, isn't it?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Ji Qiu was stunned.

Yes.

In this life, he has seen the sacredness in the sky, the divine blood in the ground, and his strengths are all outstanding.

Therefore, some pay too much attention to the law and technique.

Before he knew it, how long had it been since he had experienced the meaning of the Tao of peace, the sincerity of the body in one body and in harmony with the Tao, that kind of 'moving'?
That is the foundation for him to reach the heavens, soar to the sky, and prove the Dharma!

Suddenly, Ji Qiu stood up suddenly, as if enlightened.

He looked at the way he came, looked at the city under the mountain, and thought of all the negative and decadent thoughts just now, but suddenly felt that it was not that difficult.

Once swept across the world, with a flag of peace, nine deaths, especially the kind of unswerving determination without regret.
Compared with the current situation, except that the strength of the enemy is a little higher, what is the difference?
In essence, aren't they all the same!
Why, I have to feel melancholy, and even...hesitating?

Ji Qiu raised his eyebrows.

The setting sun will end, and the sky will be dark.

But there is a phantom like a big sun, slowly forming on the mountain, slowly emerging.

Ji Qiu looked at this figure who didn't know where it came from, but suddenly arrived, so he called his enlightened figure, and bowed solemnly:
"Thank you fellow daoist for calling."

Speaking of which, he really didn't know why Zhuang Zhou was here.

It must be known that the two have never met before, and they can be called strangers.

However, he could see something in the eyes of the man in the blue shirt.

Since people of the same way, it is not unusual for them to meet and discuss the way?

After all, in this world,

He is not the enemy of the world!

At this moment, the melancholy in his heart was completely swept away, Ji Qiu only felt that his Dao heart was very firm, the Dao rhyme was perfect, and he had cultivated the body of a celestial being, and it was the day of proving the true king!

Looking at the slow connection, it is like a peaceful yellow sky, replacing the vain and gloomy appearance of the sun and dusk.

Ji Qiu finally came to a complete understanding.

To obtain the Dharma, it is necessary to have the right time, place and people, which are indispensable.

Even Zhang Shouyi and other heavenly geniuses were wasted until they died of old age, and finally got the favor of fate.

Even though he has gone through several lifetimes, he is still too young.

Think about him back then, Dao Ji, Jin Dan, which one didn't work hard?

Why is it easier to come to higher and farther Dharma than those previous realms!

At this moment, he figured it out.

Therefore, gold is easy to get, but chance is hard to prove, just as Zhuang Zhou said.

Take a step up and soar up to [-] miles.

today,

It's time for him, Ji Qiu, to be called the true king of Dharma and Xiang!
(End of this chapter)