In the early winter of the 31st year of Qianyuan, there was a great disaster in Beimang. Countless cattle and sheep froze to death in the snow as high as a cart wheel. They starved to death all over the fields, and the wild people scrambled to eat.

At the end of the year, King Mang unsheathed his sword, and millions of cavalry rolled southward. The cold light was like the sea, hitting the Great Wall in the north that stretched for three thousand miles. The emergency report drifted to Shengjing with the blizzard, and the government and the public were shaken for a while.

Emperor Zhou Jing urgently summoned Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Wu, to enter the palace.

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"If you want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow will cover your bow and sword!"

In the southeast corner of Shengjing, there is a grand mansion that stretches for more than ten miles. The buildings are tall and magnificent. Even at the first watch, the lights are still bright, as bright as day.

Countless masculine blood that is intensely hot and full of killing intent rises like flames from all over the mansion, condensing like iron, gathering together and never scattering, forming a majestic white tiger shadow in the sky, deterring all evil spirits and making it difficult for ghosts and gods to approach.

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This is the residence of Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Wu in the Zhou Dynasty.

There was no prime minister in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the twelve ministers were in charge of the affairs of the world. The marquis of Zhenwu, Jiang Shirong, Wen Tao and Wu Lue, was not only the minister of the Ministry of War of the dynasty, in charge of the national military affairs, but also served as the Grand Scholar of the Ji Palace in the cabinet. He served as the pillar of the country and had a high position.

His weight earned him the trust of Emperor Jing.

Ten years ago, Jiang Shirong was promoted to the pinnacle of the Martial Saint and became the number one martial artist in the world. Emperor Jing named him a candidate and gave him the title of Zhenwu. He also expected Jiang Shirong to suppress the fate of the martial arts in the world.

"The Beimang army is approaching, and my father's military affairs are heavy, so he shouldn't be disturbed. However, I will be sixteen in two days. If I can't enter the Confucian Temple to open the lantern before then, it will be difficult for me to communicate with the literary images of literary sages and sages in this life.

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"If you don't get the literary inspiration from the literary saints and sages, even if you get the honors in the future, you can only become a minor official, and you won't be able to become a nobility or marquis. How can you rectify your mother's name!"

Outside the high wall of the Yinwu Pavilion of the Hou Mansion, a frail young man with a weak crown is standing alone, as quiet as an ice sculpture.

Snow fell all over the sky, forming a thick layer on the young man's thin shoulders. The chill penetrated the old cotton-padded clothes and soaked into the blood of his body. It was bone-chilling, but Jiang Li seemed to be unaware of it. His thoughts were uncertain and his thoughts were wandering.

If lighting the lantern had not been of great significance to him in changing his situation, Jiang Li would not have asked to see his biological father, Jiang Shirong, who was already a highly respected minister in this life!

Judging from Jiang Li's secular concepts before time travel, this powerful figure in the Zhou Dynasty did not deserve the titles of father and husband at all for his behavior towards his predecessor and his predecessor's mother.

Jiang Li does not belong to this world. Three months ago, he was a soldier guarding the border on the plateau.

During a border conflict, he was hit by a stone while trying to cover his comrades and was seriously injured and fell into coma.

As soon as you wake up, you will be transported to this vast and bizarre world where martial arts is the most important thing.

After digesting all the memories of this body, Jiang Li frowned for a while.

Although he has a chance to live another life, his status is not low, and he is the concubine of Wuhou in Dazhou Town.

But because of his mother, Jiang Li is not loved by his father Jiang Shirong.

In his memory, he didn't even have any impression of Jiang Shirong's appearance. He only remembered that the man was majestic, cold and made people shudder.

The eldest lady of the Marquis, He Loushi, even regarded herself as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh.

Among Jiang Shirong’s dozens of children, Jiang Li not only had the least monthly income, but was also exploited by the housekeeper and stewards in the house.

The treatment is not even as good as the wealthy slaves around Jiang Shirong's other descendants.

If that was just the case, that would be fine. Jiang Li has been a man for two generations and is confident that he can make his own way in this world.

But his real situation is far more difficult and dangerous than expected.

The Great Zhou Dynasty practiced martial arts, and Jiang Shirong was granted the title of Marquis by Wu. He was the first person in the martial arts lineage of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Everyone in the mansion practiced martial arts and had enough meat.

Even the low-level servants who clean the courtyard have strong muscles, quick movements, and light steps like a civet cat. They have the strength of the second level of martial arts.

Every morning, there will be school captains in the government who will teach the military martial arts.

As a concubine of the Hou family, Jiang Li is not even qualified to practice this simple boxing technique.

Even if he exchanged his life for breath and was shelved by the Hou Mansion to inherit the Qi lineage, he was still prohibited from practicing.

The eldest lady He Lou even trapped Jiang Li in a small courtyard and was not allowed to go out at will on the grounds that all disciples in the family should study the sages' books diligently.

It's not even as good as the bird that Helou kept in a cage.

After all, the birds can still eat enough and don’t have to suffer from hunger, cold and bullying!

Jiang Li was detained in Yuelu and often had little to eat. Even studying and cultivating Confucianism was deliberately suppressed by He Lou.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the four branches of martial arts, Taoism, Confucianism, and Qi were prosperous, and each had its own merits. Although the country was established by military force and the country was controlled by Taoism, Confucianism and Taoism were also respected and Confucianism was used to govern the world.

In the Confucian lineage, the magical blessings in the early stage are not as good as those of the three lines of martial arts, Taoism, and Qi, but they have the ambition to establish a destiny for the people, establish a heart for heaven and earth, educate the world, and achieve great unity in the world.

Thousands of years ago, the literary sage brought seventy-two great sages to feed heaven and earth. The fortune of Confucianism spread in heaven and earth, and the literary spirit was shared by scholars all over the world.

Confucian disciples accumulate literature and cultivate righteousness, cultivate their moral integrity, have the world in mind, and are good at governing the world.

The Great Zhou Dynasty opened the Keke Examination to select scholars from all over the world and give them important positions.

Anyone who passes the township examination, county examination, or government examination, and is awarded the title of childbirth, scholar, or scholar must enter the Confucian Temple, pay homage to the literary saints and sages, communicate with the cultural images in the Confucian Temple, and light the literary lamp in his heart.

Only in this way can one obtain a literary degree, be infused with the literary spirit of literary saints and sages, and be blessed with various talents.

Only when you are not harmed by ghosts and evil spirits can you be entrusted with important responsibilities.

Jiang Li has been studying the books of sages since he was a child, and has already passed the provincial and county examinations. However, he was secretly manipulated by the Helou family, so that to this day, he has never had the opportunity to enter the Confucian Temple and light up the literary lamp in his heart.

If a Confucian scholar reaches the age of sixteen, if the literary lamp is not lit and the door of spiritual wisdom is closed, it will be difficult for him to communicate with the literary image of the Confucian Temple throughout his life.

If he is not recognized by the literary sages and sages, even if he has great Confucianism and profound knowledge, he will not be reused by the court.

Jiang Li cannot practice martial arts or Qi. If his path to Confucianism and Taoism is cut off, he will completely lose the possibility of changing his fate.

In this hierarchical and cold-blooded Hou Mansion, it was a luxury for Jiang Li to leave and spend the rest of his life as a trafficker and slave.

All that awaits him is the endless torment of a Horlou's cat playing like a mouse, until he dies in humiliation.

Just like the death of his predecessor's mother, there was no splash in this huge and deep mansion.

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Jiang Li did not want to surrender to his fate and surrendered, so he secretly left the courtyard and came to the Yinwu Pavilion to see Jiang Shirong for the last chance.

But he stood in this bitingly cold winter night for two full hours without getting permission from Jiang Shirong to enter the pavilion to see him.

At this time, Jiang Li's entire body was frozen, and he was only supported by the blood in his chest that was unwilling to admit defeat and wait for death.

"If I can't practice martial arts, I can't practice qi, and if Confucianism and Taoism don't work, why should I practice Taoism? But I don't even know what Tao is!"

Jiang Li clenched his fist tightly. He had been banned from the courtyard all year round. He knew very little about Taoism and there were few relevant records in the books he read.

I only know that among the four meridians, the Dao meridian is the most mysterious, requires extremely high talent and xinxing, has the smallest number of practitioners, and is extremely difficult to cultivate.

But once you have achieved a small degree of success, you will have unpredictable abilities.

Jiang Li was trapped in the bottomless Hou Mansion. He had never even been to the Confucian Temple, so how could he dare to hope for the opportunity to practice Taoism?

But, is there really no other way?

"If you want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow will cover your bow and sword!"

Jiang Li was unwilling to surrender to his fate. The memories of his previous life and his life in the past three months made him feel extremely aggrieved and unbearable.

At this time, I have to wait humbly and carefully outside the high-walled courtyard, just to get a chance to leave the Marquis Mansion and visit the Confucian Temple!

Cats and dogs are more comfortable than him!

With a breath of turbid air stuck in his chest, Jiang Li couldn't help but raise his head and drink softly. He looked up at the starry sky with a pair of bright eyes, showing the reflection of the sea of ​​stars in the sky.

Deep in his mind, a golden book page floated quietly, seeming to feel the anger in Jiang Li's heart, and it also trembled slightly.

One side of the page is covered with complex and obscure patterns, and the other side has thirty-six nebula vortices carved into it.

The nebula vortex is shrouded in a layer of light clouds and mist, showing a mysterious and ethereal atmosphere.

This golden page was accidentally picked up by Jiang Li at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains when he was guarding the border. It was originally a piece of copper covered with red rust. After traveling with him three months ago, it changed into its entire shape and has been hidden all this time.

Deep in his mind.

Jiang Li once thought that this was the gold finger that came standard with him as a reborn person. However, in the past three months, he had tried to get close to it countless times, but he still could not create any connection with the gold page.

"If you want to drive away the light cavalry, the heavy snow will cover your bow and sword. It has good poetry and great courage. It is worthy of being the residence of Marquis Wu of the Zhou Dynasty. A young boy can be so heroic. The rise of the Zhou Dynasty is unstoppable!"

As soon as Jiang Li finished his voice, a ghost with disheveled hair floated out of the snow in front of him.

The hollow ghost eyes opened, and a ball of sparkling ghost fire shot out, and the cold and chilling Yin Qi instantly enveloped Jiang Li.
Chapter completed!