The five hundred and seventieth chapter germination (1)
The Kingdom of Ba is an ancient country hidden among the mountains in the southwest.
Mysterious and long history, this is the first impression that outsiders have of Pakistan.
Yang Jian was walking on the road of Ba.
This is an intestinal trail, narrow and steep.
The Ba people built the city at the gathering place of countless such small paths.
Raise your head and look forward.
Among the mountains, the outline of a city gradually appeared.
That is the city of Qingchuan.
The important town of Pakistan!
Yang Jian transformed into a warrior carrying a bag and walking on the path.
The State of Ba was established by the remnants of the Xia Hou clan.
They have been living in the high mountains on the southwest border of Nanzhan continent for millions of years.
It has also adhered to many legacies of the Emperor's era.
The Human Emperor values martial arts!
Therefore, people who practice martial arts in the Ba Kingdom are particularly respected.
In fact, the Ba people value martial arts more than cultivating immortals!
The martial art of qi and blood, here, not only has not declined like in the outside world, but has been innovated and has a different kind of charm!
When Yang Jian approached the city of 'Qingchuan', he just looked up and saw that the wooden stockades of Qingchuan City were covered with various demon heads.
There are dragon heads as big as mountains, and there are ferocious tiger heads.
These are not only evidence for the Palestinians to show off their military power, but also their method of protecting the city.
Any monster clan would want to retreat after feeling the heads of those powerful hunted kin on the top of Ba Ren City.
This is more effective than any large formation!
At this time, it is the annual harvest festival in Qingchuan City.
In the valley outside the city of Muzhai, tens of thousands of Ba people are gathering together to perform the annual Nuo ceremony under the auspices of the shaman festival.
In the distance, you can hear the rich voice of the witch priest.
"The armor is used to eat, and the stomach is used to eat tigers..."
The ancient language penetrates time, as if it brings people back to the time when the Xiahou clan unified the three realms!
The Beidou is the frame of the carriage, and the South Dou determines the number of qi.
Crape myrtle shines everywhere!
The power of the Human Emperor extends to the whole world!
Therefore, most evil spirits and evil spirits do not even have the courage to show their faces!
The human emperor and master patrol the heaven and earth.
Discover the evil and eliminate it!
Cut off their heads, tear their bodies into pieces, and even extract their souls, mix them with flesh and blood, and smear them on the weapons and paint them on the skin of the body.
Let the soldiers of the King's Division also use the power of evil to suppress Jiuzhou Unknown.
However……
After all, all that is history.
The Human Emperor's division has long been destroyed, and the Nine Cauldrons have also fallen to ruins.
These people are just covering their ears.
Pretending that they still live under the rule of the Human Emperor and can still be protected by the sacred sycamore tree and the nine tripods.
In fact, this Da Nuo has no effect!
There will still be drought if there is a drought.
Floods will happen anyway.
There should be epidemics, but epidemics will still occur.
Yang Jian watched and listened from a distance, then got up and set off again.
He soon approached the site of the harvest ceremony.
Several local warriors patrolling the periphery immediately discovered Yang Jian, an outsider.
He immediately raised his weapon and stepped forward to intercept him.
"Where are you coming from, and where are you going?" The leading warrior looked white-haired, but his blood was boiling like lava.
"My Excellency, Li Erlang..." Yang Jian revealed an identity he had chosen for himself: "I am the son of the leader of the Li Family Village. I came to Qingchuan City on my father's orders to visit!"
The old warrior listened, and the alertness on his face slowly disappeared, but he still asked one more question: "Lijiazhai?"
"Well!" Of course Yang Jian had already prepared all the words: "My home is in Zhangshan, five hundred miles away from here. Since most of the village's fathers and elders are surnamed Li, it is named Lijiazhai!"
"Oh!" The old warrior nodded, and then asked: "Your Majesty, is this Li Yu?"
Yang Jian smiled and shook his head: "Father Li Bing!"
The old warrior finally let down his guard: "It turns out he is Li Bing's son!"
"Your father even drank with me back then!"
Then he let Yang Jian go.
Ba people are very wary of outsiders, but not wary of their own people.
They are all the remnants of the Human Emperor, and they are all subjects under the sacred sycamore tree.
Even if we don’t know each other, we are still brothers!
Yang Jian knew this very well!
Because, his teacher Yuding Zhenren had already established a presence in Bashu as early as the Yin Dynasty Huiyuan Dynasty.
For this reason, he even borrowed the most precious Pangu flag from the sage in charge and used his magical power to move Yuquan Mountain between Bashu and Bashu.
In the countries of Ba and Shu, the real person Yuding of Yuquan Mountain has been operating for hundreds of thousands of years.
As the only disciple of Zhenren, Yang Jian also participated in it.
Knowing this may be the basis for their master and apprentice to flourish in the future.
It is also a land of good fortune that can breed kings!
As long as you fly up to the sky and look down from a high altitude, you will know that this land of mountains in the southwest actually has a lot to offer.
Although this place is mountainous, it has not suffered any disaster since the Emperor Hui Yuan.
No matter whether it was the Pan Geng expedition of the Yin Shang Dynasty or the ensuing catastrophe of conferring gods, the Ba Kingdom was not involved.
After the Catastrophe of the Gods, some of the ministers of King Zhou who escaped from Chaoge City and the people who were loyal to King Zhou also came here to establish the Kingdom of Shu.
Therefore, the land of Bashu has been resting and recuperating for more than a million years!
Spiritual energy is dense in the earth's veins, and heavenly materials and earthly treasures sprout in the mountains and fields.
Now, what is missing is to inspire the luck of this place.
Let human civilization reappear in this forgotten land.
As long as the glory of Taoism shines in these mountains and mountains.
This place will definitely become a place of natural treasures and outstanding people.
And the geography of this area is also very good!
Bashui is on the upper reaches of Han River and is also the upper reaches of the river.
From a high position, you can overlook the Chu State, Sui State, Chen State and Cai State downstream.
It is also connected to Qishan and Haojing in the old days.
Once you take control of this place, no matter whether you go south or north.
All can allow the orthodoxy to penetrate deeply into the Central Plains!
Now……
There is only one last question left.
How to make the people of Bashu and Shu recognize the new civilization, new orthodoxy, and new order.
To be precise, it is: how to make the people of Ba and the Yin and Shang people of Shu accept the teachings of Master Yuding.
This may be difficult for others.
But Chanjiao already has experience, and the Jade Cauldron lineage has also been operating in this Bashu land for more than a million years.
Not long after the founding of Pakistan, the Yuding lineage had quietly begun operations.
Up to now, almost everyone in the country of Ba has left traces of the Jade Cauldron lineage.
For millions of years, the joys, sorrows and joys of generations of Ba people have been seen by Yuquan Mountain.
Now, it's time to harvest.
Yang Jian slowly squeezed through the crowd and came to the city lord who was watching the witchcraft ceremony under the Nuo platform.
The divine eyes on his forehead were turning quietly.
The city lord, who was already old and had no time to live, suddenly fell asleep.
Yuquan Fairy Mountain quietly appeared in front of the city lord.
The cranes come to the ceremony, the saints come and go, the fairy light spurts out, and the auspiciousness is endless.
Deep in the valley, the real person Yuding came in white clothes and white robes, riding a crane.
He came to the old city lord and sighed: "Idiot! Idiot!"
When the old city master saw that he had met a real immortal, he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "The immortal is on top! The immortal is on top!"
This city lord is naturally a carefully selected target.
A Pakistani noble who is afraid of death!
However, he has a profound destiny and is related to the Bawang royal family.
…
Zhongyuan, Zhengguo, Xinzheng.
The young Gongsun finally walked out of the palace where he was in seclusion.
The moment the door opens.
The servants and palace attendants outside the door smelled the fragrant fragrance of orchid.
At this moment, the nursery in the entire palace seemed to be back in spring, with hundreds of flowers blooming.
What is even more unbelievable is that a monster with endless auspicious light and colorful auspicious clouds fell from the sky and landed in front of Gongsun Qiao.
This monster has a body like a musk deer, a head like a goat, four hooves like a wolf, and its hair is as beautiful as colorful clouds.
When she landed in front of Gongsun Qiao, she knelt down and wagged her tail like a domestic dog.
He even opened his mouth and spat out human words, chanting: "The toes of the Lin will vibrate the young master; I call upon Lin Xi! The determination of the Lin will vibrate the public's surname!"
Then he lay down and motioned for Gongsun Qiao to ride up.
Gongsun Qiao was stunned. He felt that this divine object looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
But when I think about it carefully, I can't remember it.
I just rode up subconsciously.
The moment he rode on it, something Mohu emerged from the bottom of his heart, as if it was something he was born to know.
"That's it!" Gongsun Qiao said, "You are the son of Qilin!"
He remembered that he seemed to have had such a mount.
but……
When was that?
Gongsun Qiao couldn't remember.
But there is something more in my heart that is gushing out.
It made his blood boil! It also made him vaguely have some kind of impulse.
When he reached out and stroked the Qilin on his crotch, he understood what he should do?
"I will accept three thousand disciples, and I will get seventy-two capable disciples!"
Gongsun Qiao murmured to himself.
"I should also teach without distinction, teach according to aptitude, and spread the teaching widely to all people, so that all the poor people in the world understand the truth!"
"My way...should be...benevolence!"
"Benevolence?"
"The benevolent love others!"
"Benevolence! Kissing is kindness!"
He raised his head: "Today, the world is in chaos, Zongzhou has collapsed, evil spirits are rampant, and the world is in chaos!"
"I should take 'benevolence' as my courtesy and teach it to the world!"
"Use 'benevolence' as the law and punish those who are unkind!"
"With 'benevolence' as the guiding principle, we should discipline gentlemen at the top and keep the common people at ease at the bottom!"
"Make everyone above and below happy, and everyone in the world will gain something!"
As he said this, golden lotuses instantly appeared on the palace walls and soil around him.
In the daytime, the stars of crape myrtle flashed by.
Gongsun Qiao's thoughts became more vivid, and he remembered more things.
“Only by taking benevolence as virtue can we achieve long-term peace and stability!”
"Government based on benevolence can harmonize yin and yang, making everyone above and below happy!"
“Only by treating benevolence as a gift can the old be taken care of and the young be educated!”
These things, these thoughts, these thoughts are like things he has thought about hundreds of millions of times and summed up in a certain place where he has witnessed the rise, fall and chaos of the world for tens of thousands of years.
But……
Gongsun Qiao lowered his head. He could no longer remember when or where he had such an experience.
There was a faint sound beside my ears.
"Chu State... Yingdu..."
It seems like a promise made a long, long time ago.
Before Gongsun Qiao had time to think too much, the unicorn he was riding on had already carried him out of the palace and flew to the outside of Xinzheng City.
There are hundreds of thousands of refugees fleeing from Jin and Song.
