In July of the end of the B year, the Shao Kingdom and Gao Kingdom broke out again. Gao Kingdom was defeated step by step. He used several subdued barbarian tribes who moved south to form an army to transfer to the border to fight the Shao Army. These barbarian soldiers were rebellious and were difficult to control, and burn, kill, looting and looting were difficult to suppress. The barbarians crossed the border and the continuous wars, and a large number of refugees on the border began to flee.

Along the way, the soldiers were in chaos, and robbers occupied the deep mountains and wilderness. Even the demons began to emerge in the chaos. The robbers killed people and robbed people, and the demons ate human flesh and blood, and swallowed people's souls.

When you meet a soldier, it will be even more miserable. The soldiers these days are even more terrifying than those demons and monsters.

Between Changdi and Tengdi, there is a territory of Gaoguo. There is a temple on an unknown mountain. This temple does not look like a mountain god temple or a land temple. It is built next to a mountain road, supplying passers-by to live inhabited, leaving a stick of incense.

There are four statues of gods standing in the dilapidated temple. At this moment, the mud on it has been peeled off and the hands and feet are even broken, leaving only the outline.

The three children fled along the mountain road and hurriedly hid into the dilapidated temple. Three blood-stained barbarian cavalry came with them, riding horses and long swords. When they saw it was a temple, they immediately became a little scared.

The three of them looked outside the door and watched for a long time but did not dare to break in easily. These barbarians had animal patterns on their faces, and they would not discolor themselves if they drank human blood on weekdays. They were tyrannical, but they were particularly afraid of the gods.

Who knows if there is a sacred mountain in this small temple. I sent someone in to take a look and saw nothing. Then I left with some fear.

The three children were hiding behind the statue of the gods. The man had just leaned over but didn't see them. Hearing the sound of horse hooves gone, the three of them breathed a long sigh.

Then among the three, the timid faces were covered in mud, and the most timid person in his eyes couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice. Tang Li, who was beside him, comforted him and broke half of the bran cake left in his arms and gave him.

The three of them fled with a fugitive team before, and they met those barbarians who were burning, killing and looting on the way. Gao Guo's method of using the barbarian army to fight Shao Guo was very effective, but the disaster was too great to imagine.

Gaicang is the most conspicuous of the three. She looks handsome like a girl. She comes from a noble doctor. In other words, most of the surnames in this era are descendants of the Dahuan period. She is silent and does not like words. She looks quietly outside the temple and is indifferent to everything around her.

Keith bites the bran cake and looks desperately at the darkening night outside.

"Can we survive? They are all dead, dad, mom, Xiaobai, and the middle caries... and there are also!"

Fu Hou was sobbing that he could no longer say the name behind: "Everyone is dead...all are dead!"

Tang Li looked thick-eyed and big-eyed, with straight facial features and full of vitality. At this moment, he was chewing the cake hard, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes: "One day, one day I must change the world!"

He looked at Tang Li with a thick and dirty little face: "Change? How to change?"

Tang Li stood up suddenly, rushed to the temple gate, turned around, and roared at the sky, as if he wanted to yell out all the unfairness and unwillingness in his chest, and shouted out anger: "Let there be no more war in this world, let everyone have enough food, and let all children like us no longer lose their parents and wander around!"

Fengshu's eyes lit up, but instantly they remembered their dead family and everything they had lost, and turned into bleakness: "Listen to my mother, I have been fighting wars since my grandfather's era. As long as there is someone, the war will not stop. Even the dynasty that once ruled everything did not stop the war."

"There is always a way to change this situation, at least let most people live happily!"

At this time, Gaicang, who had always lowered his head and said nothing, raised his head and looked at the disturbed two people, his eyes with a calmness and indifference beyond this age: "So what, life has passed for only a hundred years, and mortals are like ants and dust, and they are fleeting in the blink of an eye."

"It's like summer insects cannot speak ice."

"Only monks, warriors, witch sacrifices, and gods can transcend the limit of lifespan and reach the end of everything."

"Only they can control everything and dictate the people in the world at will."

The two broke out in a fierce quarrel again, while Fuhou carefully pulled the two people who were about to fight.

Three people, one is as cold as ice, one is as intense as the sun, and one is as ordinary as dust.

In this era, except for the county system that the Shao State is slowly implementing gradually replacing the original feudal system, most of the other vassal states are still in the feudal system.

The same is true for Gaoguo. Wherever he passed, most of the urban and rural fiefs belonged to those nobles and officials, while the core areas belonged to the royal families of various countries.

Except for the territories of various government offices, almost all the Chinese people in other places have become serfs, domestic slaves, workshops, and caravans of these nobles.

Most of these nobles and officials are warriors, monks, or are protected by the gods, or are descendants of these three.

From top to bottom, you can almost summarize the world in one sentence.

"This is a world belonging to practitioners!"

Everyone yearns for being able to join the army and then join the sect of a certain clan, and through marriage or making contributions, their descendants can also have the blood of gods and demons, and embark on the path of martial arts practice. Even if this opportunity is almost impossible, there are always stories of one or two lucky people who are yearning for.

Or yearn for being taken as a disciple by the immortal sect among the mountains and rivers. Every time the practitioners of various countries recruit children of appropriate age, such as the Imperial Heavenly Prison in Shao State, the Zhuyousi in Gao State, the Sacrifice Palace in Pan State, the Priesthood of Bai State and the Priesthood of Zheng State, will cause thousands of people to be empty, and thousands of families are eager to send their children into it.

Fortunately, the paper is popular in this world and the existence of the academy, otherwise ordinary people would not even have the last chance.

As night fell, the three of them quarreled and finally stopped. They punched and kicked. The three of them seemed to have relieved the huge pressure in their hearts. Only then did Wei Hou notice the four tall statues behind them.

"What kind of temple is this? Do you think there will be gods watching us?"

Tang Li patted his thick shoulder: "This is called the Confucian Temple. It is said that the saints of the school are worshipped. I once heard from the master in the school that there are four saints in the school."

Tang Li pointed to the fourth position: "This should be Yi Sheng. It is rumored that when Dahuan was at his peak, he was even more powerful than a god."

Wei Hou looked confused: "More than a god? How powerful that is!"

Tang Li said proudly: "I heard that many gods from mountains, rivers and rivers are all conferred by this Yi Sheng, and they are even disciples of this Yi Sheng."

Tang Li pointed to the front: "The third one is Yi Sheng. I have read "Wuya", which was written by this saint, and the second one is Zhuang Sheng. He wrote "Ask the Way", but unfortunately I have never read it."

Neihou looked at the forefront and the first statue of the god: "This statue looks the youngest, why is it ranked first!"

Tang Li showed a different expression on his face: "This person is amazing, he is Feng Sheng. It is said that when the human race first appeared, Feng Sheng was walking on this land, a person who was earlier than the myths and legends we know."

"The words we write, articles we know, and principles we understand are all handed down by this saint!"

"It seems that he is holding something in his hand!"

"It seems like a book simplified book!"

Tang Li showed a mysterious smile on his face: "Do you know? I also heard that this Feng Sheng is still alive..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the statue they were facing suddenly burst out of white light. At this time, Gaicang, who had been sitting and dozing, suddenly stood up and looked at the statue of the statue that burst out of light in surprise.

"Living... I'm alive!" Tang Li said halfway through his words and suddenly became stuttering.

"Has the god appeared?" Wei Houzhe turned his head and bowed.

"It seems... something in the light!"

Gaicang looked directly at the statue and saw an eternal and immortal existence standing on the long river of time in the light. For some reason, Gaicang was so excited that he was in an instant.

Tang Li saw the scene of harmony in the world in the light, and Weihou saw a warm thatched hut, living happily with his family.

Finally, the light condensed and dissipated, turned into four big words, and was imprinted in their hearts: "Shangxian Academy!"

In an instant, the three of them seemed to have a goal.

Gaoyang, the capital of Gaoguo, is a dilapidated academic palace located in the side alley of the outer city. It is Shangxian Academy. A small river is bypassed by the back wall of the academic palace. It is remote, but it is quite elegant.

In the academy, there were less than a dozen people left to study and five or six disciples in Shangxian Academy. It was already night. The master of the academy seemed to hear someone calling his name while he was sleeping. The voice was very familiar, and it was so familiar that people were just instinctive and followed the sound.

"Ping Shang!Ping Shang!"

This old master is nearly sixty years old. Among ordinary people, he is already old. He is confused and walks out the door, but does not notice that behind him, a sleeping self with his eyes closed, still staying on the bed.

He walked through the yard hazy and opened the gate of the academy.

The door opened, and it was clearly night, but it was bright and bright.

Groups of musicians wearing wide clothes and robes appeared in the sky, playing the instruments in their hands, and ran down from the sky with flames, carrying a frame, as if a celestial immortal came to the world.

The brigade arrived in front of the ruined academy, and a familiar face among the crowd waved to Master Pingshang.

"teacher!"

The Master was shocked. He suddenly saw that the person who called him was his teacher. However, before he could speak, he naturally floated into the frame and fell into the carriage.

The large group of people moved with it, and everyone came and floated away, turning into a ray of light together.
Chapter completed!