In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

It's raining heavily, why would dad show up on a rainy night?

Cui Yu lay on the bed and looked at the lush greenery emerging from the ground. A heavy rain added a ray of life to Daliang City, which had been dry for months.

It also gave those animals and birds in a dying state a chance to survive.

Although winter has already passed, the ground is still as warm as spring, or it can be said to be like a big steamer.

Although Cui Yu was not proficient in Qi training, he no longer lacked divine power because of the continuous supply of Qi from the underground water veins.

The inside of the thatched cottage is filled with pieces of ice the size of basketballs. Although it is scorching hot outside, the inside of the house is as cool as autumn.

Yu was making meat porridge, while Xiang Ji was obediently lighting a fire.

Looking at Xiang Ji who was still dirty, Cui Yu pointed to the shampoo not far away: "After breakfast, you take her to wash up."

"I want to stay with Brother Han. I won't go anywhere until Brother Han wakes up." Xiang Ji's dirty face was full of nervousness.

Seeing this, Cui Yu said no more, just thinking about the next plan in his mind.

In fact, the effect of a drop of nectar is indeed extraordinary. In one morning, Han Xin's soul has been re-washed and reunited with his physical body.

time reversal

Let's say that Han Xin was kicked, his internal organs were shattered, and then his soul stood up from his body in a daze.

Looking around, all the traffic and traffic on the street were gone, all turned into a thick black mist that could not be dispersed.

At this moment, two figures, one black and one white, came from a distance. One of them was holding a chain. The chain was like a dragon, wrapping around Han Xin's soul in an instant.

"Who are you and why are you arresting me?"

"Han Xin, right? We've been waiting for you for a long time! Come with us." The man didn't care what Han Xin said, he just held Han Xin's soul and walked along the way.

"Where are you going? Where are you taking me?" Han Xin was pulled and staggered, feeling that the two of them were extremely powerful.

"Reporting in front of Emperor Fengdu of Beimang Mountain." said one person.

"Beimang Mountain? Where is Emperor Fengdu?" Han Xin was puzzled.

The two of them did not answer, but just dragged Han Xin's soul all the way. In the distance, they saw ghosts and fires in the mist, and a small road appeared in front of them.

The yellow spring water flows under the path. After crossing the path, the endless fog is dispelled, and suddenly a huge portal appears in front of you, with the words "Ghost Gate" written on it!

"Where is this?" Han Xin was a little confused.

"This place is the gateway to hell!" said the ghost in white.

"gate of hell!

! Han Xin, who was a little confused, was stunned: "Am I dead?" Impossible, how could I be dead!

! "

Han Xin woke up instantly and suddenly recalled the legend of the Gate of Hell.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there were the Gate of Hell, the Road to the Underworld, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation, where people entered after death.

"Why is it impossible to die? Legalist Saint Li Si and other great gods personally drew the fate of life and death and cut off your fate. You are the direct descendant of French Saint Han Fei. Saint Li Si has determined the fate for you and other descendants. All Saints Han Fei Descendants must not live beyond the age of fifteen. We are absolutely right to catch you today." The ghost in black looked at Han Xin: "How pitiful! What a pitiful ghost!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Damn Dharma Saint Li Si, why does he decide my fate and decide my life and death! I don't accept it! I don't accept it!" Han Xin struggled fiercely, but was still defeated by Gui Cha and was dragged in forcibly. Inside the gate of hell.

"Once you enter the gate of hell, no one can save you, not even Dharma Saint Han Fei comes in person! This place is a fragment of ancient underworld, containing ancient laws, how can you be allowed to resist?" Ghost Cha said with a full smile.

"I don't accept it! I don't accept it! Damn Li Si, you bastard! You bastard! I'll sleep with your eight generations of ancestors!"

"Li Si, you piece of shit, I'm sleeping with eight generations of your ancestors!"

Han Xin cursed all the way, his voice full of anxiety.

What should I do with my sister?

If you die, how can your sister survive?

Just when Han Xin was cursing, a figure came out of the mist in the distance. The expressions of the black and white figures changed drastically, and they quickly bowed and said, "I have met you, sir."

"Are you their master? Please save me, sir. I don't deserve to die! Sir, I have been wronged. Why do you, Dharma Saint Li Si, decide my life and death? Please make the decision for me!" Han Xin saw the person coming and hurriedly Fall to your knees.

"You don't accept it?" The person who came was surrounded by mist and looked at him with a half-smile.

"I don't accept it! The number of lives of all people is determined by God. Although the Dharma Saint is a saint, why should he decide my fate?" Han Fei yelled.

"I'm the bastard you mentioned!" The figure looked at Han Xin, his voice was very flat.

Han Xin was stunned when he heard this.

"Drag him down to the eighteenth level of hell and make him never see the light of day forever." Li Si glanced at Black and White Wuchang, ignored Han Xin, and turned around to leave.

"I don't accept it! Why!

! "Han Xin looked at Li Si's back, his voice full of anger.

"When you have the strength of a saint, come and ask me why!" Li Si turned his back to Han Xin and quickly disappeared into the mist.

"You're a miserable kid. You slandered a saint and you were hit by a saint. It's so miserable! I heard that Li Si is repairing the order of the six realms of reincarnation, comprehending the mystery of the law of life and death, and wants to record all the lives and deaths of all sentient beings in the Great Zhou Dynasty. I settled down in Xiaoyin Cao Nei, but I didn’t expect to be bumped into by your boy today.” Hei Wuchang looked at Han Xin sympathetically.

"Why? I just don't understand why he, a saint, would target me! I'm just a little person begging for life on the roadside, why would he plot against me?" Han Xin's voice was full of anger.

"Why? Go thank your ancestor Han Fei!" Black and White Wuchang said, dragging Han Xin towards the depths of hell.

"Boy, if the Dharma Saint opens his mouth, we will personally take you to the eighteenth level of hell." Hei Wuchang smiled and turned to look at Bai Wuchang: "Which level of hell will I send him to first?"

"Go to the Knife Mountain Hell first and give him a long list of rules. Since it is a saint who speaks, if you don't treat him well, if the saint blames him in the future, how will you and I explain to you?" Bai Wuchang said with a smile.

As the two dragged themselves along, they heard waves of terrifying wailing sounds in the distance, and saw mountains of swords in the distance, with souls hanging on the mountains of swords, emitting shrill wails.

"Boy, go up!" The two of them grabbed Han Xin and pushed him towards the mountain of swords.

"I don't accept it! I'm not guilty, why do you sentence me to go to the Mountain of Swords! I don't accept it!" Han Xin screamed and was hung on the Mountain of Swords.

The more I struggled, the more painful it became.

"Not convinced? Haha! Go talk to the saint! Or if you, the saint of the Han family, become angry, how can we dare to harm you?" Hei Wuchang sneered.

"In other words, if you have the ability to destroy the Eighteenth Level of Hell, we will admire you." Bai Wuchang said with a mean smile on the side.

"Ahhh!" Han Xin kept screaming.

At this time, pain occupied Han Xin's brain. How could he have the strength to curse?

At this time, Han Xin hugged Daoshan tightly and refused to let go!

Just when Black and White Impermanence pushed the sword mountain and stabbed Han Xin back and forth, suddenly a hole opened in the sky above the hell of sword mountain, and six huge holes appeared. Accompanied by golden lightning, the entire underworld world trembled.

The next moment, a big ancient hand stretched out with an indescribable aura of law, grabbed Han Xin, and then took away the entire mountain of swords.

"That is!

! "

Black and White Wuchang's body softened and he fell to his knees directly.

A figure flashed in the void, and a figure appeared in the void, staring at the six huge holes without saying a word.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation! That's Six Paths of Reincarnation!" Li Si looked at the hole in the sky, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

Just as he was about to step forward and take a closer look, the six holes were closed, and the strange phenomena in the sky disappeared without a trace.

"Whose soul was the big hand grabbing?" Li Si turned around and asked.

"Replying to your lord, it belongs to Han Xin!"

"Han Xin?" Li Si asked thoughtfully, "Who is Han Xin?"

Black and white, you look at me and I look at you, all shaking their heads at the same time.

"Help me find all the information about Han Xin!" Li Si ordered.

"Sir, that big hand took away Daoshan Hell..." Bai Wuchang looked at Li Si carefully.

Li Si said nothing: "I will report it to the Emperor. I am not someone I can deal with who can control the Six Paths of Reincarnation."

outside world

When the sun rose three poles higher, Han Xin, who was in a daze, opened his eyes:

"Water! I want water! I want water!"

"Brother Han is awake! Brother Han is awake!" Xiang Ji has been lying beside the bed. At this time, she heard Han Xin's hazy words and stood up quickly. Her words were full of surprise, and she hurriedly went to pour water. .

Cui Yu on the side also stood up and came to the bedside to look at Han Xin.

It's the first time you use the technique of resurrecting someone else, so you don't have to carefully observe the mystery of resurrecting someone.

‘Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~’

Han Xin drank three large bowls of water in a row, then sat up with a pale face, his eyes full of confusion, and finally fell on Xiang Ji. He said with sadness: "Sister, why are you dead! I didn't call you Live well. If I encounter an accident one day, you can live well on my behalf. Why did you die? Who harmed you?"

"Is this the world after death? Why does it look no different from the world in the Yang world?" Han Xin's eyes widened.

"Brother, are you confused? You have been alive all this time. Why are you dead? Touch me to see if I am still warm." Xiang Ji looked at Han Xin who was talking nonsense and couldn't help but laugh and shed tears. .

It turns out that when people are extremely happy, they really shed tears.

"Impossible! I'm already dead! I saw the Seducer. They said that my life was over. Then Mimi Huhu vaguely put a chain around my neck and pulled me to a dark place. Then suddenly a golden light shone down, and I lost consciousness." Han Xin touched his body:

"It shouldn't be! I was clearly kicked to death by that Wu Guang! I even saw the bull-headed and horse-faced grandpa."

"You were kicked unconscious. You must have had a dream." Cui Yu sneered from the side.

"Who are you?" Han Xin saw Cui Yu and Yu at this moment. His eyes fell on Yu, showing a hint of surprise, but his eyes were still clear. After quickly looking away, his eyes fell on Cui Yu.

"You don't know him?" Xiang Ji was stunned when she heard Han Xin's words.

Cui Yu took out a piece of meat skin from his sleeve and threw it on Han Xin.

Looking at the piece of pigskin, Han Xin understood everything. He struggled to get up on the bed and kowtowed to Cui Yu: "Thank you for saving my life."

"You should really thank me. The power of that kick is not light. I pulled you back from the gate of hell." Cui Yu did not stop Han Xin from kowtowing, but brought a plate of meat porridge:

"Let's eat porridge."

Looking at the meat porridge brought by Cui Yu, Han Xin didn't show any politeness. He didn't care about the hot meat porridge and started to eat it with big mouthfuls.

Seeing Han Xin wolfing down the food, Cui Yu shook his head and twirled a piece of grass: "You were seriously injured this time and you need to recuperate for three to five days."

Han Xin nodded while eating: "Thank you very much, Master, for saving your life. Han Xin will definitely be rewarded in the future."

Han Xin is an arrogant person! I always thought I was going to do big things!

Otherwise, in the previous life, I would rather starve to death than do long-term work for others.

But at the same time, Han Xin is also a person who pays great attention to emotions, otherwise he would not have chosen to rebel after helping Liu Bang conquer the world.

That's Han Xin, who has a lot of troops and is invincible!

If he wants to rebel, how can Liu Bang resist?

Why?

It’s because of Liu Bang’s kindness!

Cui Yu smiled and said nothing, looking at the small village in the distance. There were many strange people in the village, asking from door to door.

While eating meat porridge, Han Xin looked at Cui Yu, Yu, and the surrounding living environment.

But I saw that although Cui Yu was dressed in coarse linen, he was clean and without any stains. The coarse linen on his body is made of the finest hemp thread, and the shoes on his feet are made of thousands of layers of soft silk.

The Cloud-piercing Beast is a unique monster in this world. It crisscrosses the blue sky and white clouds. Its bones are tough yet soft and elastic. It is the noble man's favorite material for soles.

Looking at Cui Yu, his skin is delicate and smooth, without any trace of wind and rain. His palms are white and delicate, and there is a faint jade-colored luster in the sun. He must have martial arts.

This kind of dressing up and demeanor is definitely not something ordinary people can have.

Looking at Yu on the side, she is definitely the most beautiful woman Han Xin has ever seen! none of them!

His clothes are well-tailored and he is no worse dressed than Cui Yu. Especially the long sword hidden in the bamboo tube at his waist makes him look even more imposing.

Both Cui Yu's clothes and Yu's clothes were sent by Xiang Caizhu.

"Young Master is not an ordinary person, right?" Han Xin put down the empty bowl and suddenly said.

"Oh?" Cui Yu looked at Han Xin in surprise: "Can you tell?"

Han Xin smiled: "In today's world, how can ordinary people eat meat porridge? Since you have saved me, do you have anything to do?"

"There is no mission, it's just a chance meeting that pleases you." Cui Yu replied.

Han Xin also fell silent upon hearing this, staring at Cui Yu and moving his lips, but stopped talking.

Seemingly sensing Han Xin's difficulties, Cui Yu said with a smile, "I see that you are still in this situation at such a young age. What are your plans for the future?"

"The world is so turbid. It's a blessing to be alive. There's nothing extravagant to ask for." Han Xin sighed leisurely.

Even Han Xin, who was once a romantic man for thousands of years, has fallen to this point now. It has to be said that the fate of the country is nothing better than this.

According to fortune telling, national luck is greater than personal luck. If national luck is bad, personal luck will be affected.

When the national destiny is in chaos, it has the greatest impact on people's destiny.

To give a simple example: Someone was born to be rich and wealthy, with no worries about food and clothing throughout his life. However, he encountered great changes in the world and the people were displaced. He was lucky enough not to starve to death. How could he dare to pray for wealth and wealth? ?

Nowadays, the world is like an iron wall. The Great Zhou Dynasty suppressed the world for five thousand years, and the world has not been able to fight for five thousand years. Even if the soldiers are born in this world, they can only live in food and clothing, and even pray that they will not starve to death.

As for being rich and wealthy? Then don’t think about it!

"A man is born between heaven and earth, and he should be cooked in nine cauldrons. He should be a hero in life, and a hero in death. How can he be depressed and sink like this? A man with a body of seven feet should make immortal contributions and create great achievements." Cui Yu The sound was deafening, making people tremble and give them goosebumps.

Over there, Han Xin was really excited when he heard the words. The hairs all over his body stood up. He sat there with his lips trembling. Unfortunately, he was like a defeated rooster: "To put it simply, he was born at the wrong time. A centipede with hundreds of legs cannot move as fast as a snake; a rooster has two wings. A crow cannot fly. People have aspirations to reach the sky, but they cannot achieve it without luck."

Cui Yu laughed. Han Xin was indeed Han Xin. No matter which world he was in or what situation he fell into, he would never lose his ambition.

Even the iron rules of three, six, and nine set by Emperor Zhou will not work.

"What if I'm willing to give you a chance?" Cui Yu looked at Han Xin.

"In the future, no matter what the young master does, Han Xin will never say anything." Han Xin's legs weakened and he fell to his knees.

Han Xin is by no means a person who cares about face too much. For any person with great ambitions, face will only be shown when it is time to show it, and he will put it down when it is time to put it down.

"There is a Baicao Hall in Daliang City. There is an old Confucian scholar in the Baicao Hall. You can go there tomorrow to become a teacher and seek skills. From now on, I will provide food and accommodation for your brothers and sisters every month. I will cover all your brothers and sisters' food, clothing, housing and transportation. Can you? You can learn skills from old Confucian scholars, and how much you can learn, it all depends on your own methods." Cui Yu looked at Han Xin.

He wanted to give Han Xin a chance, and he also wanted to give his future self a chance.

Giving Han Xin a chance is just a waste of a little rice every month to feed two mouths.

If Han Xin can really rise in the future and shine as brightly as before, Cui Yu will be rewarded by the entire farmland.

This is Han Xin!

Outstanding people are still outstanding no matter which world they are in.

What countless people lack is just an opportunity.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

The sound of kowtowing was heard, dust was splashed on the ground, and Han Xin's forehead was bruised and swollen.

"Young Master..." Han Xin's voice was trembling, and his eyes were filled with tears. The tall, seven-foot-tall man couldn't even utter a word at this time.

Who can know the suffering of Han Xin?

In order to survive, fight with wild dogs for food!

I haven’t eaten my last meal, and I don’t know when I will starve to death.

He, Han Xin, has great ambitions, but the world does not give him a chance!

He has already tried his best to stay alive, so where is the chance to think about life?

Some people have exhausted all their strength while still alive.

Now, he is not the majestic King of Qi in history, nor the soldier fairy who said, "The more soldiers the better, the more soldiers Han Xin ordered." He is just a little beggar who competes with wild dogs for food, risking his life just for a mouthful of food.

"Get up, there are some things that you don't have to talk about, just keep them in your heart." Cui Yu stretched out his hand to help Han Xin up: "In the future, don't call me Young Master, it seems too polite. If you think highly of me, you might as well call me A big brother."

"Brother? How can I bear this responsibility?" Han Xin was shocked when he heard this, with fear and a little desire in his eyes.

"Why don't you and I make an alliance with blood today, hold incense as faith, and become brothers?" Cui Yu showed his big white teeth when he saw Han Xin like this.

Since you want to win people's hearts, of course you have to do it to the extreme.

At this time, Han Xin was at a low point in his life. Since he had to do something, he had to do his best.

"I...I...I..." Han Xin looked at Cui Yu and was too excited to speak.

Cui Yu pointed with his finger, and incense already appeared in the thatched cottage.

Then the two of them directly burned the yellow paper, lit incense and paid homage.

I would like to ask Cui Yu, looking at the history of past lives, who is the most difficult person to deal with?

Han Xin is definitely one of them.

When Cui Yu came down with a combination of punches, Han Xin was stunned and felt as if he was in the clouds.

Cui Yu pulled Han Xin up with a smile: "You will follow me to Baicao Hall in the afternoon. Although your health will take a few days to recover, it will not delay your literacy."

"Come with me to the river to wash up. You can't meet the teacher with such a dirty look." Cui Yu said with a smile.

Why was he so sure that the Han Xin in front of him was the Han Xin in history?

It’s because of Xiang Ji!

Han Xin may be a coincidence, but if Han Xin and Xiang Ji are together, it is absolute.

Cui Yu led the two of them all the way to Liangjie Mountain. When they walked through the village, they saw many strangers in the village, and thieves were walking around the village.

"Brother, why are you so nice to them?" Yu followed Cui Yu, and the sound waves directly shook Cui Yu's eardrums and rang in Cui Yu's ears.

In Yu's eyes, these were just two ordinary refugees, thrown into the sea of ​​people and inconspicuous at all.

Refugees like this can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Cui Yu sighed. He admired Han Xin not only for his talent, but also because Han Xin grabbed the piece of pig skin before he died. When he took his last breath, he was thinking not of himself, but of his sister.

The desperate words 'What should I do with my sister?' really touched Cui Yu's heart.

What should I do with my sister?

He was thinking, what would Yu do if he died?

Now that Yu has mastered superpowers and is apprenticed to the old Taoist priest, even if she dies, she can live on smoothly, right?

"Because it's worth it." Cui Yu smiled.

Yu was stunned.

There are three gangs of heroes. If you want to do big things in the future, how can you do it without helpers?

If Han Xin is truly a talent that can be created, Cui Yu can even help him shape his bloodline and help him awaken his powers.

Cui Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the brothers and sisters supporting each other behind him. Cui Yu held the hand of the little slave girl. His thoughts wandered for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yu took Xiang Ji to the upper reaches, and Cui Yu led Han Xin to the lower reaches.

Cui Yu used shampoo to rub Han Xin's messy hair, and the jet-black dirty water made the stream turbid.

"Brother, I had a dream before." Han Xin stood strangely in the river, as if he was in a dream.

"What did you dream about?" Cui Yu asked.

"I dreamed that I was dead! I have been caught by evil spirits and imprisoned!" Han Xin said: "That dream was really real! I still remember it firmly."