In the sedan chair, Second Young Master Zhao opened the curtain and looked at the military household behind him.
After marching all night, the military households were exhausted and had no strength left.
This will cause the blood energy to be weak and the strength to be insufficient. If a hundred people still cannot draw the energy of the bleeding dragon...
Second Young Master Zhao thought for a moment and waved his hand.
Ah San quickly rushed to his side with a shovel: "Sir, what are your orders?"
"In the Shen Dynasty, as we move towards the west, the blood dragon's energy is at its strongest. Let them bury the pot and cook on the spot so that they can rest and restore their energy!"
Ah San cupped his fists: "Yes, I will make arrangements right now!"
"Also, the barbecue last night was good!"
"I know, I'm going to tell that young man to praise him!"
"Alas! Ah Da is still useful!" Second Young Master Zhao took a deep breath: "Forget it, that kid looks smart, tell him this, he knows what to do better than you!"
Second Young Master Zhao waved his hand at him again: "I am a scholar with the softest heart. I cannot see blood or hear other people's screams. How do you guys know how to let them enter the Blood Dragon Valley?"
Ah San felt the strength on his shoulders and nodded quickly: "Don't worry, I understand, we won't do anything wrong! Are you really going to leave no one behind?"
The Second Young Master Zhao did not answer: "I found a house for you in the capital. Now your family and children have all moved in. Do your work well for me. Let's go back to Beijing for reunion as soon as possible!"
"I remember your wife, she looks pretty good. You don't want your wife to marry someone else with your pension!"
Ah San didn't dare to raise his head, faced the young master, and retreated.
Walking away from the young master, he found a boulder and stood on it, looking at Junhu who was sitting on the ground and fanning himself.
Spring has just begun, the weather is actually not too hot, and there are green buds growing on the ground.
The sun had just risen in the east, and there was a chill in the air. After walking all night, Junhu leaned on each other's shoulders, breathing heavily.
Zhou Dagu's half-disabled body was able to walk in the mountains, thanks to the meat skewers last night.
Uncle Wang, who had eaten his meat skewers, pulled him up when he couldn't hold on any longer: "Liangjie Mountain is different from home. He fell on the road and was fed to wild wolves within two hours!"
Zhou Dagu Qiang smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Wang!"
"Hey, you eater has a short tongue. If you can think of leaving skewers of meat for me, I should give you a hand. You are young and don't understand the rules of our family. If you borrow ten taels from us, you have to pay back one tael more. , it will be uncomfortable for the rest of my life to owe someone a favor!”
Zhou Dagu followed Old Uncle Wang and was pulled all the way out of the Blood Dragon Valley.
That night, he wanted to understand the first thing in another world.
Brains are very important, but only when you have the strength can you have the opportunity to use your brains.
Want to live!
Zhou Dagu looked at his young hands: "My strength is not enough, not enough for me to live well!"
Looking at the Blood Dragon Valley under the rising sun in the distance, Zhou Dagu took out a piece of cake from his arms and handed it to Uncle Wang: "Uncle, you eat it!"
Uncle Wang's beard trembled, and he immediately stretched out his hand, but stopped before receiving the cake.
He had a sheepish smile on his face: "What about you?"
"I'm not hungry. I haven't walked much this way. I'm going to take a nap. I'll have to trouble you for the rest of the way! Uncle!" Zhou Dagu put the cake into his hand.
Zhou Dagu leaned on Old Uncle Wang's back and completely trusted his life.
Employers have no doubts.
He closed his eyes and hid a memory palace in his mind, which he had obtained in exchange for a lollipop and a little girl.
That year, under the pavilion in the park, the little girl endorsed her painfully, and he was envious on the side.
For a teenager who has no one to love him, learning is a happy thing.
He stretched out his hand and gave the girl a lollipop. The girl taught him a lesson. He learned to create a house in his brain.
Store your own memories in the house.
"You have to use your deepest memory, the scary and unforgettable one. Only this kind of memory can be used as the key!"
Zhou Dagu thought of those two blurry faces. They were the smiling faces of his parents, and they were his last memory of himself.
Enter the memory palace.
Zhou Dagu walked around the corner of the Memory Palace and walked into a corner that he had long abandoned. Here were the poems he had written down for the first time in order to please the president of the university.
In this world, poetry in the hands of scholars is power.
He picked up a book on the ground, including three hundred poems from the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties. It was a book that he had spent a long time in a scrap collection station in exchange for.
Zhou Dagu went out from this corner and came to another dilapidated corner, where Wai Wai Wan was winning with a brush.
This is the memory of this body.
People in Daying like to read. In the beginning, reading is just to survive.
At that time, demons and barbarians invaded, people were two-legged sheep, and the entire continent fell into panic.
Warriors burn flesh and blood to protect human blood.
The monk gave up his compassion and became an angry Arhat.
Taoists use talismans as the cornerstone and life span as a formation to kill demons and barbarians.
The Mohist literary mind is transformed into the Great Wall, and the Confucian poems are transformed into swords.
But the two tribes of monsters and barbarians are really powerful. The cultivators in this world are in the fourth and third realms, with the first and first realms being the upper ones, and the fourth and third realms being the lower ones.
And behind the demon barbarian, there is a demon emperor who is above the first level.
The most powerful human being is the Taoist purple-robed Heavenly Master Li Er, who is of one rank and one realm.
That day, Yaoman broke through the door.
The Taoist body disappears, outside the Great Wall.
The king of demons and barbarians enters Dragon City.
The sky and the earth are dark, and black clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it!
But I saw purple energy coming from the east thirty thousand miles away. An old man wearing a Confucian robe, no more than fourth grade, strode forward from all directions, with purple energy pushing behind him.
The old man took a step forward, and golden light of talent fell from the sky. A book in the old man's arms flashed seven times, and the Big Dipper lights up in the sky.
The title of the book is "Spring and Autumn"!
A stroke of spring and autumn, killing the demon barbarian!
With one stroke, all the demons and savages were dead on the Great Wall of Mo!
Wearing a purple robe, the old man's talent greatly increased, reaching the third level and the first level.
The old man took another step forward and recited the mantra: "How wonderful it is to have friends from far away!"
Vomit a book.
The title of the book is "The Analects of Confucius"!
Half of the Analects of Confucius brings peace to the world!
The luck of the human race has improved, and the monsters have retreated three hundred miles!
Behind the old man, Buddha's light first appeared, which was the second level and the first level!
The demon king raised his hand with the power of heaven and earth, and there were stars falling.
The old man just walked slowly on the human land, with countless people who had lost hope following him.
There are seventy-two great Confucians.
There are scholars, three thousand people.
Stars fall.
The old man took out his crutch and pointed to the sky.
The disciples raised their heads and chanted.
The king of monsters and barbarians, blood splattered outside the Great Wall.
The old man's Qi and blood are strong and he is already in the first level.
The old man moved forward and reached the Great Wall. He looked at the corpses on the ground and cried silently.
The king of demon barbarians is fighting for his life, and three billion demon barbarians are attacking.
The old man looked back at the human race.
The figure disappeared on the Great Wall.
The Demonic Emperor also disappeared from everyone's eyes. The old man came back from the sky, but the Demonic Emperor never returned.
The world knows.
what! As a Confucian sage.
But after this battle, the old man's body was riddled with wounds, and his talents turned into thousands to strengthen the Great Wall of Mo.
At this point, the two boundary mountains are formed, and the mountain is three hundred miles wide.
The battle between humans and monsters, stop!
The old man's talent came from the human race and returned to the human race.
Heard the Tao in the morning and died in the evening.
Hello humans!
Zhou Dagu looked at the broken history book in his hand, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
He has plots and tricks, but when faced with such a true saint, he can only admire him.
This book is the first moment that the original owner studied in a private school. Since the death of Confucius, Confucian culture has flourished among the human race.
Everyone is proud of the scholar. The scholar kills the enemy by singing poems and has the knowledge to govern the country.
Zhou Wu was a poor martial artist who could only achieve the fourth level and the fourth level in his life. His only wish was that his child would be different from him and become a respected scholar.
Zhou Dagu has been studying all his life, but he is only a dabbler.
It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son.
After all, books are only things for big shots like Mr. Zhao to read.
But……
I am coming!
Zhou Dagu raised his head.
I don’t know, five thousand years of history.
The wisdom of Li Xian and Du Sheng.
Can I, a poor scholar like myself, survive in troubled times?
Change the key code and close the door, and Zhou Dagu officially becomes Zhou Dagu.
He opened his eyes, the sun was rising high in the distance, and the days were still days.
He looked at Mr. Zhao who came out of the sedan. If you want my blood, you can!
Then I also want your talent, I don’t know, is that okay?
Big win calendar, spring of 998.
There were swallows flying over Liangjie Mountain. Zhou Dagu looked at the swallows curiously.
I wonder if the swallow in front of Wang Xietang can fly to the homes of ordinary people!
