Wearing cloth clothes, the thin young man had a calm expression and walked straight towards the interior of the Hou Mansion with a bundle in his arms.
When the servants along the way saw the young man, they looked at him with either ridicule, sympathy, or indifference.
The boy was still young, but he showed a poise that did not belong to his age group. He ignored the various looks around him and walked forward on his own.
Walking through the magnificent front yard, passing through the elegant corridor, and arriving at the luxurious backyard.
The majestic aristocratic lofts came into view, and the young man continued to move forward without changing his expression until he came to a bungalow that was much simpler than the lofts.
Push the door open and enter.
"Sir, you are back!" A surprised voice sounded.
The young man looked not far away. A woman with long hair and a flushed face was looking at the young man with surprise on her face.
The moment his eyes touched the woman, a gentle smile appeared on the young man's indifferent face.
"Well, I borrowed some Zhu Sheng classics from Mr. Shufang."
"Master, you better learn!" the woman praised, "Master, please sit down quickly, dinner will be ready. When the spring rain comes, I will tell you the anecdotes I heard from Sister Qin Yu today."
"Okay." The young man nodded with a smile, carefully put down the bundle in his arms with a slight movement and a solemn expression, took out the three books and placed them on the reading table.
The furniture in the room is slightly yellowed, which is in sharp contrast with the luxurious scenes passing along the way.
But the young man's reading desk was spotless, and the old intention brought a bit of literary spirit.
"Sir, it's time to eat."
"Here we come." The young man responded, and the junior disciple of Zhiwen Dao bowed to the Zhu Sheng classics on the table.
Even though he did not agree with some of Zhu Sheng's ideas, he still maintained due respect for Zhu Sheng.
Forefathers of literature and art, those who are masters are the first, and they should be respected as they should be.
After saluting, the young man stood up and came to the dining table.
It is said to be a dining table, but in fact it is just a wooden table with sundries that was placed on it was vacated and moved in to make a temporary dining table.
"Let me help you." The young man stretched out his hand to help Chun Yu.
This maid who had been dependent on him since childhood had long been a relative in Wei Yi's heart.
Normally, the young masters of the Hou family have guards around them, and the maids are all well versed in the art of playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and are well-educated.
But because of him, Chunyu was not qualified to come into contact with the orthodox art practice method, and he was still ordinary.
Wei Yi sighed slightly in his heart and became more determined to try high school.
The hard days of spring rain are coming to an end!
The master and servant put the dishes on the dining table, one meat, one vegetarian and one vegetable soup. Although it was simple, the combination of meat and vegetables was good.
After all, he is the son of the Hou family. Even if it is just a concubine giving birth to a son, the meat and fish will not disappear.
"Tell me about today's anecdotes." Wei Yi looked at Chun Yu gently and said.
"Yeah!" Chun Yu suddenly became excited, "Chen Jian, a martial arts prodigy who was born as a civilian in Zhenbeiguan, in order to save hundreds of unarmed civilians, he did not hesitate to offend the Nine-headed Demon King and killed the son of the Nine-headed Demon King.
civilian!"
"What a Chenjian!" Wei Yi waved his fist in the air and praised with a glowing face.
"This is what I, the genius of the human race, should do! What happens next? How will the nine-headed demon king react?" Wei Yi asked.
"The nine-headed demon king led his demon army to the city and forced the northwest prince to hand over Chen Jian."
Northwest Marquis, guard general of Zhenbeiguan, one of the Thirteen Marquises of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"The Marquis of the Northwest naturally refused, and the two sides launched a war. Just as they were in a stalemate, the sky darkened. The next moment, a finger covering the sky fell like a collapse of the sky. Outside the Zhenbei Pass, together with the nine great demon kings,
All the millions of demon troops inside were wiped out! Only it sank into the earth, leaving a shocking deep pit that shocked the world!"
Wei Yi's eyes showed horror.
Destroy millions of demon armies with one finger, including a great demon king!
That is the Great Demon King of the Seven Palaces who stands at the top of humanity!
To die like this with just one... finger?
"Later, according to the Northwestern Marquis' dictation, the one who took action was me, King Tianwu of Great Zhou Dynasty!"
Wei Yi's heart was surging and his blood was about to boil!
King Tianwu!
Who knows about this fourth king of the Zhou Dynasty who suddenly appeared half a year ago?
At the beginning, many people raised questions, especially the literary monks of Zhu Sheng's lineage, who asked whether King Tianwu was qualified to be crowned king.
until……
The big hand that covered the sky and the sun and enveloped the entire Zhu Shengwen Palace fell.
In the past, Zhu Shengwen Palace, which was sacred and inviolable and a holy place in the hearts of scholars all over the world, was wiped out from the world after that day.
And after erasing this sacred place of literature and Taoism, he left behind a shocking sentence: "If you continue to speak nonsense, the literature will be burned and Confucianism will be destroyed."
But the strange thing is that after this time, all the Wen Dao monks in the world regarded King Tianwu as a taboo and never talked about it, as if the other party had never taken action against them.
But in fact, since that day, every literary monk has a sharp blade called Tianwu King on his head.
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At the beginning, Wei Yi's impression of King Tianwu was not very good, as was common among literati in the world.
Even if there was a reason for the incident, the phrase "burning literature and destroying Confucianism" really made it difficult for him as a Confucian scholar to have a good impression.
But today, his impression of King Tianwu was completely reversed.
One finger struck across 30,000 miles and killed the nine-headed demon king!
This is much better than those of the Literary Saint lineage who only pay lip service!
"That's what a real man should be like!" Wei Yi couldn't help but sigh with excitement.
"Master, be careful!" Chunyu was startled and quickly stopped Wei Yi, "Let's just talk at home. Master, you are a Confucian scholar. You must not be heard by others that you praise King Tianwu, otherwise you will be disgusted by Zhu Sheng!
"
"Huh! Zhu Sheng's lineage cannot replace Zhu Sheng!" Wei Yi said dissatisfied.
"Sir, I know you don't like the current Zhu Sheng lineage, but the world's Taoism is still headed by the Zhu Sheng lineage. If you hate the Zhu Sheng lineage, how will you obtain fame?" Chunyu persuaded.
Wei Yi sighed slightly when he saw Chun Yu looking like this.
He really wanted to say something like this, it’s okay not to read such a sage’s book.
But can he do this?
no.
As the heir of a concubine, his mistress never wanted to see him, and his biological father, Marquis Wei Wu, seemed to have a big conflict with his deceased mother and ignored him.
Marquis Wu of Wei ignored him, and his mistress targeted him everywhere. He was already sixteen years old, but he was still a common man. He was prohibited from practicing martial arts, so he had to follow the literary path.
However, now that Wen Dao is controlled by Zhu Sheng's lineage, his ideas are very repulsive to him.
But does he have any choice?
Wei Yi raised his head and looked through the window at the sky with twinkling stars. The young man full of ambition was filled with confusion.
…
Prince Tianwu's Mansion.
Tianwu Palace is the most special one among the four kings. It is special in many aspects. Among them, Tianwu Palace is located next to the forbidden area of the imperial palace. It is one of the special places.
Prince Tianwu's Mansion is very, very big. How big is it?
The imperial palace occupies one-tenth of the area of the Imperial City of the Great Zhou Dynasty, while the Tianwu Palace occupies one-twentieth of the area of the imperial city.
Yes, the Tianwu Palace is half the size of the imperial palace! The construction order for the Tianwu Palace was ordered by Emperor Zhou himself.
This makes many people who don’t know the inside story think that King Tianwu may be a descendant of the royal family, while those who know the inside story just want to say...
give him!
Give it all to him!
A nine-piece Qiluo skirt perfectly outlines the girl's beautiful figure. She rides on the wind, and waves of fragrance drift along the way, warming the air.
The girl has a lively temperament and a beautiful face, just like a jade rabbit falling from the sky to the earth. Besides her beauty, she is also playful.
The palace has a restricted airspace. Even the other three kings and even Emperor Zhou have to go through the main entrance honestly. Anyone who dares to fly over the Tianwu Palace will be warned or even intercepted by the guards of the palace.
Except for two people.
King Tianwu, and...
Maid, winter.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Lin Ran's personal maid Dong Dong fell in the back garden, and her clear voice sounded immediately.
"My lord! You are drinking tea again." Dong Dong walked in the garden, came to the stone pavilion, and looked at the young man who was drinking tea and said.
"What's the matter?" Lin Ran put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at the girl and asked.
"Don't be so serious. Smile, Your Majesty, you look good when you smile!" Dong Dong said as he sat across from Lin Ran with a smile.
Lin Ran looked helplessly at this little girl. The winter temperament of the Holy Spirit was completely different from her true nature.
Isn’t Dongxue aloof and cold?
It was the wrong pregnancy...
Dong Dong is not a human race, but an innate holy spirit that Lin Ran discovered a few months ago.
The innate Holy Spirit is innately nourished and born according to the person.
Some are born with holy spirits who are powerful in all directions as soon as they are born, while some are born with holy spirits that are only ten.
Winter is the innate Holy Spirit transformed by winter snow. She was born in the seventh palace, but this also destined her upper limit to only six divisions.
Lin Ran lacked a maid, so he brought her back.
I just didn't expect that this natural Holy Spirit born in the winter snow... would be so lively.
He originally thought she would be a cold lady, but who would have thought she would be a cute and funny girl?
"If you don't say it again, I will throw you into the fire."
When Dong Dong heard about Fire Territory, he immediately shrank his neck.
"Your Majesty, I was wrong! I will say it right away!"
Winter is transformed by winter snow, and the most fearful thing is fire. The Fire Realm is the forbidden place where the God of Fire from the Heaven fell and his body fell to the human world. The last time he did something wrong, he was thrown into the Fire Realm by the prince and burned to death by winter.
"The civil and military examinations are about to begin. Last time, my lord, you asked me to pay attention to the talented genius Chen Jian and the son of the Marquis of the Northwest. They are preparing to practice all the way and come to the imperial city to participate in the examinations."
Chen Jian...
The prodigy from the border town would not attract Lin Ran's attention, but his bloodline made Lin Ran look at him sideways.
A hybrid between man and god!
Even if it was well hidden, under Lin Ran's eyes, this level of concealment was of no use at all.
The divine blood in Chen Jian's body was the same as that of the heavenly beings in the heaven. He was a hybrid of humans and gods. His talent was extremely high. He was already in the Jiuyao Realm at a young age. Lin Ran asked Dong Dong to pay attention to it.
If it weren't for the unusual world of Burial Heaven, Lin Ran could still determine the opponent's potential through luck.
It's a pity that the will of the world has fallen, and the destiny is not accurate.
Lin Ran's current luck is unique in this world. The power of luck given by the Great Emperor himself enables Lin Ran to encounter treasures every time he goes out.
It's very...wonderful.
"continue."
"There is a scandal in the town government. Although the lockdown is strictly enforced, it is winter now. I can blend into the wind and snow. No one can find me, but I have been spied on!" Dong Dong's face was full of pride, as if he was coming to praise me.
said.
Lin Ran: "..."
Does that mean they didn't find you? That means they know who you are and don't dare to do anything.
Lin Ran didn't bother to expose this little girl who was only half a year old, and motioned for her to continue.
"The third son of Duke Zhen Guo gave birth to a son named Fang Yi, who is gifted with martial arts and a yin-yang child. Yesterday, the fourth son of Duke Zhen Guo also gave birth to a son named Fang Hao, who was born with supreme bones of martial arts. Then those three
Madam took advantage of Fang Hao's father's absence in the imperial city and her mother's weakness to seize Fang Hao, dig out the Supreme Bone and move it to Fang Yi's body. The Yin-Yang Child was combined with the Supreme Bone, giving the appearance of a Martial Saint."
Lin Ran raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
Fang Hao?
Your surname is Shicai, right?
"What about Fang Hao?"
"Today, Fang Hao's father came back, made a big fuss, and left the town government palace with Fang Hao and his wife who were dying." Dong Dong looked angrily, "We are all a family, why would we do such a thing!"
Isn’t it good for Men Shuang Wu Zun?”
"Ten Martial Lords are no match for one Martial Saint." Lin Ran said calmly. If it were him, if he had already taken action, he would definitely eliminate the root cause instead of letting the other party leave.
However, if it were him, he wouldn't be able to do this.
Martial arts talent can only determine the lower limit. The one who determines the upper limit is always you in martial arts.
"Stare at Fang Hao."
"Ah? That child will definitely die." Dong Dong said doubtfully.
"Keep an eye on him. If he dies, everything will stop." Lin Ran said.
"Okay." Dong Dong nodded.
Lin Ran looked at her.
"I go now?"
"Then when do you plan to go?"
"Oh..." Dong Dong responded and turned into wind and snow and left.
Lin Ran shook his head helplessly, this girl still has a lot to learn.
"Fang Hao..." Lin Ran murmured.
The Third World Bronze Coffin World is only one step away from entering the Hedao level. In such a world, even if it is just a projection, it will not actively fall. This world cannot be related to the Third World Bronze Coffin World.
If this were not the case, Lin Ran would have doubted the relationship between the two.
The childhood experience of Emperor Huangtian was a bit too similar to that of Fang Hao, but they were not the same person, they should be two similar flowers.
Letting the winter pass and staring at Fang Hao also set the stage. The Great Zhou Dynasty was the ruler of the human world and a loyal henchman of the Tiandao Palace. The destruction of the Great Zhou Dynasty would be beneficial to the Battle of Heaven.
As for the war and devastation caused by the fall of the unified dynasty...
Once the three heavens touch the barrier of the three-dimensional world, all living beings will be sacrificed.
How to choose between the devastation of all living beings in the human world and the destruction of countless living beings in the entire world?
You have to choose one of the two, and it must be the former.
It can be said that he is indifferent, but if there is a better choice, who would choose it like this?
Lin Ran sighed quietly.
If possible, he would like to find the Heaven Slaughter himself. With so many treasures on him, he can more or less find one or two through a blanket search.
But he can't do that.
There may not be the eyes of the Great Emperor beside him.
Lin Ran lowered his head and glanced at the Cangzhu hanging around his neck.
Winter is his eyeliner, and there is nothing he can do about it.
Before he was sure that he was safe, he would not risk his life to find the Sky Slayer.
Once he is exposed, the Space and Time Administration will have only one choice left in the face of this fallen world.
Lin Ran exhaled a breath of thick air.
For the countless creatures in this world, he cannot fail.