It’s too late to update, so I’ll post a chapter first to ensure perfect attendance.
There are no dense trees or tall mountains in the icy wasteland. There are only withered and yellow weeds under the frost, and strong winds mixed with rough ice lumps.
This lonely and cold wind blew across tens of thousands of wastelands, and you could vaguely hear the helpless cries of the ancient people deep in time.
At that time, Shang Yu was not as tall as the ice dog cub in the village meeting hall, but the occasional depression would prompt her to sit on the 100-foot earth hill to the north all night long.
Then watching the dazzling golden color dye the horizon, the warriors were covered in furs, armed with weapons, and went hunting in the vast and unsheltered wilderness.
But this wasteland is so big that when you encounter a ferocious beast, you look around blankly and there is nowhere to escape.
And this person, or even this village, is so small that it could be easily trampled by a group of armored rhinos migrating eastward at any time.
When life is surrendered to nature, and the road ahead is so vague that there is no place for it, and there are many dangers, then there is no other choice but to live.
For Shang Yu, life and death are just two ends, and in between, there should be something worth pursuing.
That "what" was bothering her. She hadn't figured it out yet, but it was already dawn.
Climbing down the mound, we stepped on the hard frozen soil and walked towards the stone houses in the distance. More than a thousand stone houses gathered there, like tombs in the desolate world.
grave?
She paused, a little surprised at the metaphor she had inadvertently used, and then walked forward nonchalantly.
"Oops, it seems that Xiao Shangyu missed Feng Xi's morning class again." A wisp of wind twisted into the shape of a man in a blue shirt beside him, squinting at her with a playful look.
The villagers passing by greeted her and sometimes stopped to say a few words, nothing more than "Is your illness getting better, sir?" "I made dried meat and will send you some later."
Stock up and prepare quickly”
The man in the green shirt shook his feather fan and pretended to be a ghost while others couldn't see him. Oh, by the way, he was actually a ghost.
"Housin, you shouldn't be the one to come out today."
There is no layout for the scattered stone houses. The so-called roads are just made by people who step on them at will. They are too casual, but they are well connected in all directions and you can go in any direction.
Shang Yu was wearing a thick cloak, with a small face hidden in the hood. Apart from her age and height, she had a vague air of magnanimity, quiet and elegant yet clear and clear. Through her, she seemed to be able to see the ever-changing and ever-changing sun, moon, mountains and rivers.
The eternity of all things in heaven and earth.
She always looked away, her eyes downcast, as if there was no one around her.
"Meng Xuanji is fighting with those restless guys. He can't get out. Hey, even if he dies, he still has to settle his grudges. Tsk tsk." Hou Tomb looked sad and gloated.
Isn't it right? Back then, Meng Xuanji was ranked lower than ten thousand people. As the national preceptor beside Di Xia, she was so majestic. She didn't know how many times she tricked the generals and scribes. Now they have become heroic souls in the Order of Gods and Demons.
Without the restriction of identity, there is no need to take revenge and complain.
After hearing this, Shang Yu stopped talking and walked through the narrow path to a stone house in the west.
The climate here is very cold. The walls of the semi-circular stone house are not only thick, but the surface is also coated with layers of yellow mud, like earth lumps.
When I opened the double wooden door, it was dark inside as there were no windows.
Shang Yu took off his hood and lit a candle. He had a clear view of the small space. On the left were layers of bookshelves, in the middle was a fireplace for heating, and on the right was a bedroom blocked off by a curtain.
Hou Ming shook his fan and shook his head as if to endorse something, "It's so rare that Feng Xi is not here."
Shang Yu frowned and was a little worried. She was weak and she went to the meeting hall to teach children how to read?
But if she went to find her, he was afraid that she would be angry. Shang Yu hesitated for a moment and decided to follow his usual schedule.
They took barbecued meat from the hearth for breakfast. The people in the wasteland were busy all day long trying to survive. All the literacy and civilized etiquette were nonsense. They had never heard of it. They just grabbed the meat and ate it. How could they find a plate to sit down and cut it?
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They didn't know how, but Shang Yu could. Shang Yu would cut the meat into equal pieces, eat it slowly, and then sit cross-legged in front of the desk to study for the day.
She finished the homework assigned by Feng Xi first. Maybe she stayed outside for too long this morning and annoyed Feng Xi, so she left twice as much homework as usual. It took her an hour just to copy the books.
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Then he asked the tomb for advice.
Every day, different heroic souls come out to teach her, and each one teaches her something different, such as the history of the Hou Tomb Sect.
Hou Tomi was the historian next to Emperor Xia at that time, and he could tell all the big and small things in the world. He told the history like a story.
Inadvertently, the mountains, rivers, and all kinds of things in the world are displayed in front of future generations in a real and embarrassing manner.
Shang Yu listened calmly, without much empathy. He only rationally refined the content and analyzed the pros and cons, dissecting the past history and transforming it into his own insights.
Hou Mu was unhappy and said that she had no respect for history.
She shook her head. Since it is history, besides the lessons it left behind, is there anything else worth sighing about for those who have lived in the past?
But people in the past did not ask today's people to remember them, and there is no need for today's people to be stuck in the past.
After the tomb was silent, and then laughed, you will understand that there is a civilization called inheritance, and you shoulder the inheritance, you must remember the past, remember the tens of thousands of years of the past of our Yellow Emperor clan, just like us heroic spirits are willing to cut off the cycle of reincarnation, the soul
Entering the gods and demons will never lead to reincarnation.
There is a proverb in the world of Taichu: Three emperors control education, and five emperors bring peace to the world.
The Three Emperors and Five Emperors did not appear at the same time. The Three Emperors belong to ancient times, and the Five Emperors are from ancient times.
Among the five emperors in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor ruled the nine continents of the Middle Earth, the White Emperor, the Yan Emperor, and the Xuan Emperor, the Qing Emperor, ruled the four extremes. The world regards the five emperors as their common ancestors.
However, after the death of the Yellow Emperor among the Jiuzhou tribes, the competition for the position of leader of the alliance has been fierce and basically vacant. No one was able to overpower the numerous princes of Jiuzhou and claim the title of emperor. It was not until Emperor Xia won the throne a hundred years ago that he commanded Jiuzhou.
But it was like Hua Xu's dream. A hundred years later, a strange group attack fighting for the Yellow Emperor's inheritance plunged Jiuzhou into war again.
During the Battle of Bachuan, Di Xia died, but the people of her Xia tribe were so angry that they entered the spirit of the God and Demon Order.
Why aren't you angry? They were originally the remnants of the Yellow Emperor, but now they don't even dare to show the inheritance of their ancestors. What qualifications do those people under the banner of the Yellow Emperor's tribe have to occupy the prestige of the Yellow Emperor?
Hou Fu put away his unserious expression and said in a decisive and solemn tone: "You must remember that you are the inheritor of Emperor Xia, the only Xia clan, and a descendant of the Yellow Emperor. The order of gods and demons is in your hands.
, Either find a way to open it, or live and spend your life looking for someone who can inherit it."
He was right in saying that Shang Yu had no awe for history. In fact, she had no awe for anything.
This person is born with a lack of fear. She will only do things according to her own ideas, so she agreed seriously, but she didn't really care at all. Because she couldn't understand why she, as an individual, had to live with the expectations of others.
Of course, if conditions permit, she will still fulfill Hou Tomb's request. He and they have taught her a lot, so why not repay her for it.