When Wei Yuan held the Crouching Tiger waist badge with great expectation, the merit number flashed on his eyebrow and soul platform.
Then the smile on the corner of his mouth completely froze.
The part representing merit was still empty. Even if he killed the little ghost and captured the painted skin slave, he would have three merit points, but the many evil gods in the Huaihe River Basin were killed, and he didn't even have a merit point left.
The part displayed by the Crouching Tiger waist badge did not change at all.
But Wei Yuan found something different.
The part representing the strange and chaotic scroll was slightly lit.
Wei Yuan's consciousness moved slightly, and the strange and chaotic scroll flashed, and a roll of rolled scrolls appeared. One of the scrolls flew out and slowly unfolded in front of him. There was a blank space, and then the shape of a river appeared from the left, and people were kneeling on the river bank to pray and offer sacrifices.
A person sat cross-legged on the river, controlling the water as a sword, and the monsters who called themselves gods fell down one by one.
A line of text appeared next to it.
"The Scroll of Strange Powers and Chaos Gods: God No. 76"
During the chaos of the evil god of Huai River, Wei, the commander of the Sili Army, killed him to pacify the heaven and earth.
Then words appeared next to him, and the Scroll of Strange Powers and Chaos Gods appeared next to Wei Yuan, asking Wei Yuan to write his name. At this moment, Wei Yuan realized that he had killed the god of Huai River with the power of Wuzhiqi, but it was not a merit, but the Scroll of Strange Powers and Chaos Gods recorded by the Crouching Tiger Order.
And it was listed in the category of the scroll of gods.
According to the previous understanding of the Crouching Tiger Order, this is not a merit, but a qualification.
The qualification to exchange for top inheritance and magic weapons.
The first one to bear the brunt is the male and female dragon and tiger swords of Longhu Mountain.
And the inheritance of magic weapons from various eras.
It is not just merit that can be exchanged. One must do something big enough to be recorded by the Crouching Tiger Order to obtain this qualification. Crouching Tigers of all generations do not want the treasures of their predecessors to be disgraced in the hands of their descendants. This is a kind of selection. Even the Crouching Tigers of ancient times cannot accomplish such a great thing in every generation.
Wei Yuan exhaled and looked at the newly appeared file in his hand.
This qualification is undoubtedly more valuable than simple merit.
He stretched out his hand and wrote his name, Wei Yuan, in the blank space on one side of the file. However, the Crouching Tiger Order did not record it. He thought about it and had to compare it with the ancient characters and write his name in seal script on it.
The text lit up, then the light disappeared, and the file closed.
Suddenly, the Crouching Tiger Order opened. While the file flew into the Han Dynasty arsenal for preservation, an object flew out and headed straight for Wei Yuan. The latter was no longer Wuxia Amon. He reacted subconsciously and raised his hand to hold the thing in his hand. The touch was cold and faintly whistled. This was a sword.
The abnormality on the Crouching Tiger Order disappeared.
Only the sword in Wei Yuan's hand remained.
It seemed that after recording the files, this thing was obtained as feedback.
In other words, this sword has been through many Crouching Tigers?
Is it similar to the inheritance that can be accessed after reaching a certain level?
Wei Yuan was a little curious and looked at it carefully. The sword was not a broad sword used by generals like the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand, nor was it even a war sword like the Four-sided Han Sword. The sword body was slender and it was a sharp sword. Wei Yuan pulled out the sword, and the blade was still cold, and then the faint talisman characters on the back of his hand lit up.
Wei Yuan sat down cross-legged, and a picture appeared in front of him.
The moon dew left a shadow.
At the same time, there were strands of blue light climbing over the sword body, entangled on the back of his hand.
This is indeed a legacy.
.........
After the effect of the Moon Dew Remaining Image stabilized, Wei Yuan saw an ancient city. In a very majestic and simple school, there was a young man giving a lecture. He occasionally mentioned astronomy, geography, and books of Heluo prophecy, all of which he was very good at. Wei Yuan looked over and saw that the place was very large and crowded.
There were at least hundreds of people listening to his lecture.
Most of them were older than the young man.
It was magnificent and amazing.
The people around him could not see him, and they were fascinated by his lecture. Wei Yuan simply found a secluded place to listen quietly. After a full hour, the lecture ended. The young man came down with the classics, and then the hundreds of students all respectfully performed the teacher's etiquette.
And the young man turned sideways to receive a half-salute.
Wei Yuan saw that the clothes he was wearing were the same as those of the people who were listening to the lecture.
They were all students.
But they are obviously students, but these people all learn from them. It is obviously not simple. The picture moves with the young man. Wei Yuan slowly follows him and sees that he looks calm and gentle, and treats people meticulously. The sword on his waist is the one that appeared from the Han Dynasty arsenal.
The young man finally gathered with another person. The man's eyebrows flew up, and he looked older than the young man who was giving lectures. His skin was bronze and his face was full of capableness. After seeing the young man in white, he smiled and teased: "Fu Han, your reputation is getting more and more full. Hahaha, the teachers of the Imperial College have to admit you."
The young man called Fu Han smiled bitterly and said: "Zhongsheng, don't make fun of me anymore."
Zhongsheng smiled and spread his hands and said: "How can this be a joke? You are the descendant of Liu Hou, young and promising, proficient in Confucianism, and know everything about astronomy and geography, so you have more than a thousand scholars. I am just telling the truth."
The young man in white was dumbfounded and speechless.
Zhongsheng grabbed his friend's shoulder and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, it's rare that you have free time. I am two years older than you, and my mother at home still needs to be taken care of. I will have to leave Luoyang soon. Let's have a good gathering today."
Zhongsheng was obviously from a poor family. Even though he entered the Imperial College because of his family background, he had to barely live here. It was a bit beyond his ability to treat guests. When the young man blinked and looked at his friend with a thick face, the young man in white had to honestly take out his purse. Zhongsheng was overjoyed and spent all the money in the purse to buy wine and meat. Since his family was poor, he simply left the city.
At this moment, the Han Dynasty was strong, and the surroundings of the capital Luoyang were naturally safe.
They found a mountain, avoided people who were outing, sat on the high slope, and could see the prosperity of Luoyang from afar. Zhongsheng sighed with satisfaction, spread out the wine and food on the stone, slapped the mud seal of the wine jar, raised his neck to drink, and shouted happily.
The young man in white poured the wine into the cup and drank it. He just smiled and shook his head when he was teased.
Zhongsheng got drunk from the wine and meat. He burped and looked at the prosperous capital in the distance. He sighed: "I am going back. My elder brother is still at home. I can't enter the court first. Besides, my younger sister is not grown up yet, and my mother is old. She can't compare with you. Your talent and reputation are already known, and you will definitely rise to prominence."
The young man in white took a sip of wine and said calmly: "But I don't like these..."
Zhongsheng was surprised and said: "What don't you like?"
The young man replied: "The Confucian strategy for governing the country cannot achieve immortality and cannot solve the mystery of life and death."
Zhongsheng scratched his head and said:
"Eternal life? How many emperors have sought immortality throughout the ages? Has any of them succeeded?"
"Big A man should make great achievements in this world, and be granted the title of nobility and prime minister. If you want to live forever, why not learn from the ancients and look for the immortal flower on West Kunlun? The longevity medicine in the Classic of Mountains and Seas? They should be able to solve your problem. "
The young man in white said:
"That's Zhongsheng, you don't know. The ancient gods have not appeared in the world for a long time. The Qilin and the Bo beast are things in the time of Confucius, and West Kunlun has not appeared for a long time, and has not responded to sacrifices, as if those gods that existed in ancient times have disappeared one by one. "
"On the contrary, there are more and more evil demons and mountain ghosts, occupying the incense and sacrifices. "
Zhongsheng thought about it, and then "Hasn't your majesty also appointed gods of mountains, rivers and land?"
"It is enough to have these gods of mountains and rivers in charge of regulating the earth veins."
The young man in white shook his head again and said, "The gods born from the natural world and from West Kunlun are gods of heaven; and the ones appointed by the dynasties in the human world can only be called gods of the earth, not gods."
"They are born with the fortune and sacrifices of the human dynasty, and are linked to the fortune of a country, sharing the same glory and disgrace. When the dynasty is strong, they can naturally call the wind and rain. When the dynasty is lonely, how many of these gods of the earth can survive? Even if they survive, how many can be worshipped again?"
"If the new dynasty appoints other beings, then the original earth gods will be Isn't it also reduced to obscene worship?"
"This can only do those things that add icing on the cake, but it can't do anything to help people in times of trouble. What's the use of it? Once the dynasty collapses, they can't resist the evil demons and evil cultivators. It is more likely that the gods of the earth who were once conferred by the dynasty will also become demons. "
Zhong Sheng took a sip of wine and said, "The ancient gods disappeared, and you don't like the ones conferred by the dynasty."
"Then what are you going to do?"
The young man in white stood up, looked at the distant capital from afar, exhaled a breath of wine, and said:
"The gods of heaven are not my clan, so I can't rely on them, and the gods of earth follow the king's orders, and they will rise and fall in a day!"
When the elegant young man spoke, he was bold and heroic.
He pointed to the sky and earth and said, "Why can't the human race of Shenzhou make its own order? We are not gods, but the younger generation of disciples can call the wind and rain, exorcise demons, and pass it down from generation to generation to protect the people of Shenzhou from being harmed by demons!"
Zhongsheng was stunned and suddenly laughed out loud: "Zhang Ling, you are dreaming!"
The young man in white blushed and sat down and said, "Whether it can be done is still unknown."
Zhongsheng held back his laughter, thinking that his friend was drunk and crazy, so he said, "Then how can you do this huge thing? Even if you can live longer than ordinary people like your ancestor Liu Hou, can you do this?"
The young man replied, "My descendants, I am poor, I will open a school and accept disciples."
Zhongsheng said, "Tsk, disciples, but now the Imperial College is not cheap, and private schools also cost money."
Zhang Ling said, "Then I don't need to pay."
Zhongsheng smiled and said, "Then you can also No, what do you eat when you open the mountain and set up a tray? Even if you can dig wild vegetables, you won't fill your stomach. "
The boy in white thought seriously and said, "Then you only need five dou of rice to join, how about it?"
Zhongsheng was stunned and suddenly laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. Later, he found that this friend didn't seem to be joking. He rubbed his stomach and said, "Okay, okay, you can do it. Then, you, puschi, how can you recognize that the disciples of the Five Dok Rice Sect are good or bad? You were already dead at that time."
Zhang Ling said: "Simple, you and I have a household registration, so I compiled the household registration of a village household, and called it a talisman to prove my identity."
"Only by obtaining this French card can we mobilize the power of this formation."
Zhongsheng opened his mouth and said, "You are here to be true?"
Zhang Ling said calmly: "Yes, I have decided to leave the Taixue soon. The gods have left. The earth will begin with the demise of the dynasty. However, even if the dynasty disappears, the cities built by the previous generation can still be used and can resist foreign enemies. Bandits. "
Zhong Sheng's smile faded, and he said, "If other Qigong masters also know your method..."
Zhang Ling in white replied, "The Great Wall of Qin was not built by just one country. There are also other countries' Great Walls built during the Warring States Period, which eventually became a mighty force. If the Qigong masters of Shenzhou join forces, even if Xi Kunlun has passed away, they can still build a mighty Great Wall that is invisible to the naked eye for Shenzhou to resist foreign demons. "
Zhong Sheng smacked his lips and scratched his head, saying, "Then It's too difficult. You will never succeed in your life." Zhang Ling sighed: "Maybe. After death, the soul returns to the universe. With the practice of Taoism, one can build this invisible Great Wall. There may be no progress in a hundred years, and nothing in three hundred years. But I believe that after a thousand years, this city of ten thousand miles will be built to protect the people of China. A talisman can bring wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and subdue foreign demons." Zhong Sheng looked at Zhang Ling's serious look and laughed: "It's really a daydream!"
Zhang Ling took a sip of wine and said, "You don't talk about me, what about you?"
"After returning home, wait for the opportunity to enter the court as an official?"
Zhong Sheng fell silent and said, "My father is a historian, but I don't want to be a historian. Before those old men retire, I can only help them. Hey, I don't want to."
He tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, stood up suddenly, pointed to Luoyang in front and said loudly:
"A real man has no other ambitions, but should follow Fu Jiezi and Zhang Qian's meritorious service in foreign lands. How can you stay in the writing world for a long time if you are granted a title of nobility! "
The voice was excited, and a burst of women's laughter came from across the woods. It turned out that someone else was outing, and there was a faint voice criticizing him for bragging. The boy blushed and sat down awkwardly. Now it was Zhang Ling in white clothes who was stunned and suddenly pointed at the boy and laughed:
"Ban Zhongsheng, Ban Zhongsheng, why are you daydreaming here too? ! "
Ban Zhongsheng gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait, I will definitely be granted a title of nobility one day!"
The boy in white clothes nodded with a smile.
It means you continue to talk, I am listening.
Ban Zhongsheng was furious, pointing at the vast sky and angrily said:
"Be a marquis!"
"I want to be a marquis!"
"And not the kind of marquis named after the fiefdom. This kind of marquis is passed down from generation to generation, and there are countless future generations. A real man should do what he wants, like the Champion Marquis, who was made a marquis for his merits, and made an unprecedented contribution and became famous. Even after thousands of years, when future generations mention this title, it can only be me, Ban Zhongsheng!"
The young man in white finally laughed wantonly: "Daydreaming!"
Some people who were passing by heard the voices of the young men and just chuckled. This is Luoyang, the prosperous Central Plains. The young men in this city can dream whatever they want. Dreaming is the privilege of young people. They left without taking it to heart.
The two young men lay drunk on the mountain and spent the night.
The next day, the two young men, who were drunk for the first time, rolled on the mountain with their heads in their arms in pain.
They almost fell off the mountain.
Their faces turned pale.
When leaving, Zhang Ling took off his sword, handed it to Ban Zhongsheng, and said, "This is the agreement."
"Do you remember what you said yesterday?"
Ban Zhongsheng took the sword, put it on his waist, stretched out his hand, and said frankly: "I, Ban Zhongsheng, will definitely make my Han Dynasty dominate again. Wherever the sun and moon rise, wherever the mountains and rivers reach, they will all be my subjects!"
"As long as I am here, it will be the Great Wall of the Western Regions."
Zhang Fuhan smiled and said, "I will go to various places to practice first. If possible, I will rebuild an order for my Shenzhou that is not inferior to the Gods. If it is not done in one generation, it will be done for thousands of generations. This mighty Great Wall will eventually be built one day. My Great Wall will not be inferior to your 'Great Wall'"
"Hahaha, you are doomed to lose."
"That may not be the case."
The young men clapped their hands and left, laughing as they said goodbye, and then each went to their own destiny, never to meet again in this life. When the old Ban Dingyuan died, what he handed over to the next generation was the Western Regions that relied on the Central Plains like a mother, and more than 50 countries that surrendered to the Han Dynasty.
The sword in his hand pointed forward -
Ban Dingyuan, a marquis for thousands of miles.
One and only in the ages.
And in the year when the flowers in Luoyang were blooming and all the children and young men were praising the Marquis Dingyuan, Zhang Ling, who had spent three years refining the elixir, that year, the dragon and tiger spirits were actually produced by one person.
Then the Heavenly Master entered Shu.
He cut down mountains and destroyed temples, and opened a lineage of Taoist inheritance, called Zhang Daoling.
The sword is here now. The sword in Wei Yuan's hand slowly dims. His eyes are dazed. The past scene ends again. Dingyuan Hou, who once opened up the Western Regions Protectorate, and Zhang Daoling, who once established the two thousand years of Tianshi inheritance, are actually people of the same age. They crossed paths in that era.
A talisman appeared on the back of Wei Yuan's hand.
It is the talisman of the Zhengyi Mengwei Dao -
The first talisman.
It represents the ability to use Taoism and to mobilize the power of heaven and earth. It represents the rules and order built by the true practitioners of all generations for Shenzhou with their own Taoism, which is not inferior to the God Age. It represents the invisible Great Wall that towers above the sky, and it represents the most romantic miracle imagined by the first Tianshi for thousands of years.
The foundation of Shenzhou's talisman system, a unique great supernatural power that has spread for more than two thousand years.
The core that allows Shenzhou's extraordinary order to always maintain its basic nature.
Any foreign gods can only try to steal and assimilate, but cannot start the cause of the war between gods.
Not a god of heaven, nor a god of earth.
And the human beings on this ancient land, who have practiced for generations, have the most vast dream.
Its name is——
Heaven!
All my disciples, after receiving the talisman and casting the spell, summon the heaven and earth to become powerful, and establish the Three Heavens Righteous Way.
Zhengyi League Power.
Given by Zhang Daoling.
Ban Dingyuan's agreement.
The talisman is completed.
......
Longhu Mountain·Tianshi Mansion.
An old Taoist priest is dozing off.
The highest level of the files from generation to generation.
Under Zhang Daoling's name, the talisman text that was originally hidden emerged. This is a record of the identity of the Taoist priest who received the talisman, and the hidden talisman slowly transformed, and finally took shape as a somewhat crooked official script text——
Wei Yuan.
On par with Zhao Sheng and Wang Chang.
On the mountain, young Taoist priests were playing and were caught to recite scriptures. Some Taoist priests were slowly making musical instruments. Some were lying in front of the lotus pond and taking a nap. No one noticed that in the lotus pond, there was an ancient lotus seed that was more than 2,000 years old and slowly sprouted.
It was just hidden in the magnificent lotus pond and was not noticeable.