Rebirth Dominator

In the seventh month of the last year of Yi, Shao and Gao broke out in another war. Gao was beaten and defeated. Several barbarian tribes who had moved southward were used to form a large army and sent to the border to fight against the Shao army. These barbarians were unruly and unruly. Burning, killing, and looting all the way were difficult to suppress, barbarians crossed the border and wars broke out continuously, and a large number of refugees on the border began to flee.

Along the way, bandits and gangsters occupied the remote mountains and wilderness, and even those demons began to emerge in the chaos. Bandits murdered and robbed people, and demons devoured human flesh and soul.

But it is even worse when you encounter soldiers. These days, soldiers are more terrifying than those demons and goblins.

In the middle of Changdi and Tengdi, it belongs to the boundary of Gaoguo. There is a temple on an unnamed mountain. This temple does not look like a mountain temple, nor does it look like a land temple. Perched, leaving a stick of incense.

In the dilapidated temple, there are four god statues standing upright. At this moment, the mud tires on them have already peeled off, and even the limbs and feet are cracked, leaving only the outline.

The three children fled all the way up the mountain road, and hid in the ruined temple in a hurry. Behind them, three blood-stained barbarian cavalrymen came with their horses and long knives. Seeing that it was a temple, they immediately panicked. fear.

The three of them poked their heads outside the door. After watching for a long time, they didn't dare to break in easily. These barbarians had animal patterns on their faces, and they would not change their color when they drank human blood on weekdays.

Who knows if there is a certain sacred mountain in this small temple, I sent a person in to have a look, but I didn't see anything, and then I left with some fear.

The three children were hiding behind the statue. The man looked over but didn't see them just now. Hearing the sound of horseshoes going away, the three let out a long breath.

Then among the three, the most timid, with muddy face, couldn't help sobbing in a low voice, while Tang Li at the side comforted him, and broke half of the few bran cakes left in his bosom to him.

The three of them fled with a fleeing team before, and encountered those barbarians who burned, killed and looted on the way. Gao Guo's method of using barbarian troops to fight against Shao Guo was very effective, but the disaster was unimaginable.

Gaicang is the most conspicuous of the three. He looks as handsome as a girl. He came from aristocratic officials. In other words, most people with surnames in this era are descendants of the Dahuan period. Silence doesn’t like it. Speech, looking quietly outside the temple, indifferent to everything around him.

Negative thick biting the bran cake, looking desperately at the gradually darkening night outside.

"Can we still survive? They are all dead, father, mother, Xiaobai, Zhongjian, and... more!"

Negative Hou choked up so much that he couldn't say the last name anymore: "They're all dead...all of them are dead!"

Tang Li looked thick-browed and big-eyed, his facial features were correct and full of vigor, at the moment he was chewing the pancake vigorously, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes: "One day, one day, I will definitely change the world!"

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

Tang Li stood up all of a sudden, rushed outside the temple gate, turned his head, and roared at the sky, as if he wanted to shout out all the injustice, resignation, and anger in his chest: "Let there be no more wars in this world, let the world be free from chaos, let the world be free from chaos, let the world be free from chaos, let the world be free from chaos, let the world be free from chaos, and let the world be free." Everyone can have enough to eat, so that all children like us will no longer lose their parents and be displaced!"

Negative Hou's eyes lit up, but in an instant he thought of his dead family members and everything he had lost, and turned dark: "Listen to my mother, since my grandpa's grandpa's time, there have been wars, as long as someone Existence, this war will not stop, even the dynasty that once ruled everything has not stopped the war."

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

At this time, Gaicang, who had kept his head down and said nothing, raised his head and looked at the two people who were disturbing each other. His eyes were calm and indifferent beyond his age: "So what, life is only a hundred years in a hurry, and ordinary people are like ants and dust. passed away."

"It's like summer insects can't talk to ice."

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

"Only they can control everything and manipulate everyone in the world at will."

A fierce quarrel broke out between the two again, while Negative Hou carefully pulled the two who were about to fight.

Three people, one as indifferent as ice, one as fierce as the sun, and one as ordinary as dust.

In this era, except for Shao, which is currently slowly implementing the prefecture and county system to gradually replace the original enfeoffment system, most of the other vassal states are still in the enfeoffment system.

The same is true for the Gao Kingdom. Wherever it passes along the way, most of the towns and villages belong to the officials of the Qing family, and the core areas belong to the royal families of various countries.

Except for the territories of the public offices of various countries, almost all the people in other places have become serfs and domestic slaves of these nobles, and those workshops and caravans are even the private belongings of various noble classes.

Most of these Qing family officials are warriors, monks, or have the protection of gods, or are descendants of these three.

From top to bottom, the world can almost be summed up in one sentence.

"This is a world that belongs to practitioners!"

Everyone yearns to be able to join the army, and then become a disciple of a certain Qing clan's great clan. Through marriage or meritorious service, their descendants will also have the blood of gods and demons, and embark on the road of warrior cultivation, even if this opportunity is almost impossible. There is no possibility, but there are always stories of one or two lucky people that people yearn for.

Or longing to be accepted as disciples by the Immortal Sect in the mountains and rivers, every time the cultivator institutions in various countries recruit children of the right age, such as Qin Tianjian in Shaoguo, Zhu Yousi in Gaoguo, and Sacrifice Palace in Panguo, The altars of the priests of the Bai Kingdom and the Zheng Kingdom will be empty for thousands of people, and thousands of families are eager to send their children to it

Fortunately, paper is popular in this world, and there are schools, otherwise ordinary people may not even have the last chance.

As night fell, the three of them were noisy and finally stopped. After punching and kicking, the three of them seemed to relieve the huge pressure in their hearts. Only then did Neghou notice the four tall statues behind him.

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

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

Tang Li pointed to the fourth position: "This should be Yi Sheng, who was rumored to be more powerful than a god when Da Huan was at his peak."

Negative Hou looked blank: "Worse than a god? How powerful is that!"

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

Tang Li pointed to the front: "The third is Yi Sheng, I have read "Wu Ya", which was written by this saint, and the second is Zhuang Sheng, who wrote "Wen Wen", unfortunately I have not read it. "

Negative Hou looked at the front row, the first statue: "This statue looks the youngest, why is it ranked first!"

Tang Li showed a different expression on his face: "This one is incredible, it is Fengsheng. It is said that Fengsheng walked on this land when the human race first appeared, and it is more powerful than the myths and legends we know. Early characters."

"The words we have written, the articles we know, and the principles we understand are all passed down by this saint!"

"He seems to be holding something in his hand!"

"Looks like a letter!"

A mysterious smile appeared on Tang Li's face: "Did you know? I also heard that this Feng Sheng is still alive..."

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

"Live... come alive!" Tang Li stuttered halfway through his speech.

"The gods have appeared?" Neghou bowed down.

"There seems to be... something in the light!"

Gaicang looked directly at the statue, and in the light, he saw an eternal and immortal existence standing above the long river of time. For some reason, Gaicang was so excited that he couldn't control himself for a moment.

Tang Li, on the other hand, saw the scene of great harmony in the world in the light, and Negative Hou saw a warm thatched hut, where he and his family lived happily together.

In the end, the light condensed and dissipated, and turned into four big characters, which were imprinted in their hearts: "Shangxian Academy!"

For a moment, the three of them seemed to have a goal.

In Gaoyang, the capital city of the Gao Kingdom, there is a dilapidated school located in a side alley of the outer city. It is the Shangxian School. A small river bypasses the back wall of the school. It is remote, but quite elegant.

In the academy, there are only less than a dozen people studying, and in the Shangxian Academy with five or six disciples, it is already night, and the master of the academy seems to hear someone calling his name while he is sleeping. The voice is very familiar, so familiar that people just instinctively follow that voice.

"Pingshang! Pingshang!"

The old master was nearly sixty years old, and among ordinary people, he was already a long-lived person. He became dazed and walked towards the door, but he didn't realize that behind him, a sleeping self with closed eyes was still on the bed.

Dimly walked across the yard, and pushed open the gate of the academy.

The door was pushed open, and although it was night, it was full of light.

A group of musicians in uncoated robes appeared in the sky and played the musical instruments in their hands. The horses with their feet on the flames ran down from the sky, wrapped in a carriage, and mighty like a fairy descending into the world.

When the group arrived at the dilapidated school, a familiar face in the crowd waved at Master Pingshang.

"teacher!"

The master turned pale with shock, he suddenly saw that the person who called him turned out to be his teacher, but before he could speak, he naturally floated onto the frame and fell into the compartment.

The brigade moved accordingly, and everyone accompanied the music, coming and going, turning into a ray of light together.

Accompanied by bursts of flower rain, head to the bottom of the earth, at the end, there is a fairy palace floating in the sky, and there is a stone tablet at the foot of the mountain, with the words "Xundu Xuegong" written on it.