All Heavens Gou Xian

This is Xiaoyin.

The great hermit, the great hermit in the dynasty.

As soon as Zhang Dahu left his homeland, he traveled thousands of miles and came to the frontier of an ancient country.

There is no Immortal Emperor in the world, or the realm of Immortal Emperor has not yet been born.

There is no immortal emperor, which means that no one will rule over the world, and the world respects great sages, and one after another establishes sects, establishes countries and seals borders, and fights endlessly.

Quite Spring and Autumn and Warring States, the taste of chaos

Tianxing Ancient Country is one of them. It is said that it was founded by an ancient sage and has been handed down for three generations. It is unknown whether the ancestor of the country is still alive.

Today the world is in conflict, and the ancient country of Tianxing is also recruiting soldiers.

A scribe with a pen asked

"Name?"

"Luo Tianyi."

"Teacher?"

"Cloud Cloud View."

"Cultivation?"

"Well, Kougong."

The clerk in the Pigong realm raised his head and gave Zhang Dahu a contemptuous look. It is still rare to see monks with such a low level of cultivation these days.

With this level of cultivation and traveling around the world, why didn't the monsters swallow it in one gulp?

Handing over a wooden plate impatiently, he waved his hand: "Report at the back."

Zhang Dahu was calm, took the wooden plate with a smile, and slipped to the back to report.

There are generally two ways for a novice monk to enter the ancient country of Tianxing. The first way is to become a soldier. Walk around the battlefield and fight for it. Bicycles become motorcycles. As long as they don't die, resources will be distributed and promotion will be faster.

The second is to do coolies, build magic circles, build large-scale magic weapons, and cut divine gold;

Generally speaking, novice monks are shameless. They basically choose the first type, and those who choose the second type to be coolies are elderly monks who are nearing their lifespan, or practitioners with extremely poor combat strength.

Seeing Zhang Dahu walking towards the coolies, the scribe became more sure of his judgment and laughed, "What a waste."

Zhang Dahu remained silent, neither refuted nor bickered.

The scribe was bored with the discussion, and he still had other things to do, so he ignored Zhang Dahu.

It was an old white-haired foreman who came over, patted Zhang Dahu on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "There is nothing wrong with being a coolie."

"It's nothing, it's better than being dead."

Zhang Dahu nodded in agreement, there is hope only if he is alive.

Seeing Zhang Dahu being so knowledgeable, the white-haired foreman nodded in satisfaction and said, "My surname is Li, just call me Brother Li."

"Work hard, follow my brother, my brother will protect you."

Zhang Dahu cupped his hands: "Thank you, Brother Li."

Foreman Li smiled gratifiedly. Leaders hate stabbing heads the most, and Zhang Dahu is obviously not.

Under the leadership of Foreman Li, Zhang Dahu embarked on a long road of coolies.

In the first year, nothing happened, in the second year, it was mediocre, and in the third year, a small-scale war broke out.

Between the ancient country and the ancient country, great sages are not born, and there is no war to destroy the country, but small-scale border conflicts often occur.

After all, if the generals want to be promoted, they can consume the parasites conveniently, so why not do it.

In this battle, many people died, and Zhang Dahu's scribe benefited from it, he was promoted to longevity, and his official position was changed from a clerk to a centurion, and he was proud of himself.

Four years, five years, six years, seven years, eight years, nine years, ten years until 33 years, another battle.

The centurion in the realm of true life died, and died cleanly.

Foreman Li led Zhang Dahu to mourn, then turned around and said: "Did you see? Our business is still safe."

"This is the fourth scribe I have seen, without exception, all of them died on the battlefield."

"Brother Li is wise."

Zhang Dahu praised

Three years and three years later, Foreman Li has no soil slope and is getting older and older, but Zhang Dahu has accumulated time and time, and has been promoted to the realm of extension.

Eighty years later, Foreman Li sent away the fifth scribe, and Zhang Dahu sent Foreman Li away.

This year, Zhang Dahu was promoted to Yunti and became the new foreman, but he was about to enter middle age.

Three years, ten years, a hundred years, 120 years.

The [-]-year-old Zhang Dahu tried to open up the Palace of Fate, but failed.

On the eve of the sitting, Zhang Dahu murmured: "Under the palace, I have no confusion."

Chapter 6 Dao heart is not strong, falling into darkness

It's another cycle of reincarnation, flowers bloom and wither, spring goes and spring comes.

People in the world have different understandings of reincarnation. Some people think that after reincarnation, they will no longer be the person they used to be, but just a similar flower.

There are also people who believe that reincarnation is reincarnation, which is pursued but not pursued.

Others believe that reincarnation is a new beginning, derived from the previous life, but completely separated from this life.

However, in Luo Feng's samsara, the body is a boat, the samsara is a passenger, and the true spirit is immortal, I am still me.

Every reincarnation is a new journey.

The second trip awakened earlier than the first time, this time Luo Feng woke up at the age of 16.

The second son of the Sima family in the ancient kingdom of Tianxing.

Compared with the identity of the first wealthy landowner, he is many times more prominent and honorable. The ancestor is a great sage, the head of the family is the Holy Emperor, and the eldest brother is the tutor of the Ancient Kingdom Academy, Da Sima.

There is an elder brother, then there is the head of the family, and there is an ancestor above. Such a family, a second son, can have any ambitions.

As time passed, the second son of the Sima family became a big playboy in the imperial capital, having romantic and romantic relationships every day.

He is proficient in everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, except that he is at the bottom of his realm, and has not yet opened his life palace.

When I wake up from a dream, I know that I am me.

Before Luo Feng stretched his muscles and bones, a shout came from outside the door: "Brother Sima, come out quickly, that old thief Xiao Sheng has been updated!"

When he opened the door, he saw that it was his old friend, who was also a playboy.

Luo Feng said with a smile: "But Xiao Sheng from Xifeng Building."

Hupenggouyou scolded with a smile: "Who else is that Xiao Sheng who has not finished for so long!"

"It's a miracle."

Luo Feng said with emotion that before his awakening, Sima Jin liked romance, was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and had a nickname of the vagabond son Liu Sanshao.

Listening to books and plays is also a great pleasure.

The best storyteller to make up stories is Xifeng Building, and the best storyteller in Xixi Building is Xiao Sheng.

Famous for being continuous and wonderful, but also a master of digging holes, and the water is endless.

Many playboys who were itching to hear it asked the owner of Xifeng Tower about Xiao Sheng's real identity, and planned to put on a sack and beat him up at night, and then lock him in a small black room and let him write the finale.

It's a pity that the landlord, who has always followed the wind and followed the wind, insisted on keeping his integrity under the pressure of many dudes, and did not reveal Xiao Sheng's true identity.

It can be called a wonder of the imperial capital.

"Why is Xiao Sheng free to update today?"

Luo Feng asked

Friends and friends shouted one after another: "Naturally, the prime minister is taking a rest today."

Because they refused to disclose Xiao Sheng's identity, readers often secretly guessed Xiao Sheng's real identity. Among them, the prime minister of the ancient country's promotion of great sages was the most suspicious, because the prime minister's holiday was when Xiao Sheng was renewed.

Over time, it became a joke.

Newcomer, just awakened, in order not to make everyone suspicious, Luo Feng mingled with cronies and pretended to be a playboy.

First, I went to Xifeng Building to listen to books and play, and then I went to Chunfeng Pavilion to learn barbarian language. There are three types of foreign language courses, apprenticeship, learning, and true teaching.

As a dude, he naturally wants everything.

Over the past few days, Sima Jin became thinner and weaker day by day, but he was also familiar with the surrounding environment.

Finally, on the grounds of exercising and sustainable development, he applied to the Patriarch for cultivation.

Although the starting point is a jerk, he is still cultivating immortals.

Patriarch Sima groaned for a while, and asked for an official position of keeping the history of Tibet.

On the one hand, having an official position is also included in the system of the ancient kingdom of Tianxing, and on the other hand, watching the secret scriptures is also Sima Jin's interest.

At first Patriarch Sima worried that cultivation was just a whim of Sima Jin.

However, seeing Sima Jin indulging in the sea of ​​books, indulging in learning and unable to extricate himself, I feel a little relieved.

It's better to read a book than to find a mother to learn a foreign language.

Day after day, year after year, Sima Jin's life palace finally opened, but the old dude brothers are getting old, even if there is a precious medicine to continue their life, they will not live for many years.

At this time, they remembered the importance of practice, but even if they are working hard now, they are only in the realm of princes and have no chance of the holy way.

Sima Jin took this opportunity to tell his family to work hard and become a late bloomer, so he didn't even return to the Sima family, and just stayed in the storage room.

After another 100 years, friends and old friends are getting old one by one, Sima Jin is a bit boring, the only joy is that Xiao Sheng in Xifeng Tower is still being updated, and it seems that he can still be in the water for 800 years.

Another 200 years later, when the last friend of the same generation passed away, Sima Jin stepped forward to express condolences. Before leaving, the former dude took Sima Jin's hand and said sincerely: "I know, you are the only one among our group. It's perfect!"

"We must persist until the finale of the old thief Xiao Sheng, live for me."

Sima Jin nodded.

The dude seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then turned around and told his son: "If it's updated, remember to burn a copy for me!"

"Oh, I just realized now, if you don't practice well, you won't even have to chase after updates!"

The last dude of the same generation sighed, and his soul returned to Jiuquan.

100 years, 200 years, 300 years, 1000 years.

Sima Jin came up step by step, from opening up one life palace, to opening up seven life palaces, and proving the realm of the ancient sages.

This was Sima Jin's limit, and also the Sima family's limit. After all, there was still a more talented eldest son to be cultivated.

In this life, if Sima Jin still wanted to break through, he had to use the resources he got from Changsheng Xiao's.

After thinking about it again and again, Sima Jin didn't use the heritage of his previous life, but instead put the collection of this life in a hidden mountain and river.

As the so-called Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit, this kind of internal resources cannot be put in one place.

Although Sima Jin's collection is not comparable to the resources of the Changsheng Xiao family, life after life, little will always add up.

Luo Feng is like a hardworking hamster, constantly accumulating his own treasures and filling his own granary.

"If we say that there are still regrets in this life, it is that we didn't wait for Xiao Sheng's update."

Sima Jin secretly sighed

Thousands of years have passed, Xiao Sheng is still in the water, and there is no finale yet. This realm is at least an ancient sage, and may even be a holy emperor, a holy emperor.

A thousand years have passed, two thousand years have passed, and Xiao Sheng still has no final outcome.

In this life, Sima Jin's lifespan is approaching, if he doesn't make a breakthrough, he will really die of old age in front of the author.

"I haven't seen the finale yet, I'm not reconciled!"

Sima Jin shouted, with this perseverance, he lived for another 500 years.

Xiao Sheng, still no update.

However, this time, Sima Jin found Xiao Sheng's real body, which was indeed the prime minister of the ancient country in the play, and the rumors turned out to be true.