In the early winter of the 31st year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, there was a great disaster in Beimang. Countless cattle and sheep froze to death in the snow as high as a cart wheel. They starved to death all over the fields, and the wild people scrambled to eat them.
At the end of the year, King Mang unsheathed his sword, and millions of cavalry rolled southward. The cold light was like the sea, hitting the Great Wall in the north that stretched for three thousand miles in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Emperor Zhou Jing urgently summoned Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Wu, into the palace.
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"If you want to drive Qingqi away, the heavy snow will cover your bow and sword!"
In the southeast corner of Shengjing, there is a grand mansion that stretches for nearly ten miles. The buildings are tall and magnificent. Even at the first watch, the lights are still bright, as bright as day.
Countless masculine blood that is intensely hot and full of killing intent rises like flames from all over the mansion, condensing like iron, gathering together and never scattering, forming a majestic shadow of a white tiger in the sky, deterring all evil spirits and making it difficult for ghosts and gods to approach. .
This is the residence of Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Wu in the Zhou Dynasty.
There was no prime minister in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the twelve ministers were in charge of the affairs of the world. The marquis of Zhenwu, Jiang Shirong, Wen Tao and Wu Lue, was not only the minister of the Ministry of War of the dynasty, in charge of the country's military affairs, but also served as the Grand Scholar of the Ji Palace in the cabinet. He made great contributions to the country and held a high position. His weight earned him the trust of Emperor Jing.
Ten years ago, Jiang Shirong was promoted to the pinnacle of the Martial Saint and became the number one martial artist in the world. Emperor Jing made him a candidate and gave him the title of Zhenwu. He also expected Jiang Shirong to suppress the fate of the martial arts in the world.
"Beimang's army is approaching, and my father's military affairs are heavy, so he shouldn't be disturbed. However, I will be sixteen in two days. If I cannot enter the Confucian Temple to open the lantern before then, it will be difficult for me to communicate with the literary images of literary sages and sages in my life. .
"If you don't get the literary inspiration from the literary saints and sages, even if you get the honors in the future, you can only become a minor official, and you won't be able to become a noble official. How can you rectify your mother's name!"
Outside the high wall of the Yinwu Pavilion of the Hou Mansion, a frail young man with a weak crown was standing alone, as quiet as an ice sculpture.
Snow fell all over the sky, forming a thick layer on the young man's thin shoulders. The chill penetrated through the old cotton clothes and soaked into the blood of his body. It was bone-chilling, but Jiang Li seemed not to notice it. His thoughts were uncertain and his thoughts were wandering.
If lighting the lantern had not been of great significance to him in changing his situation, Jiang Li would not have wanted to see his biological father, Jiang Shirong, who was already a highly respected minister in this life!
Judging from Jiang Li's secular concepts before time travel, this powerful figure in the Zhou Dynasty did not deserve the titles of father and husband at all for his behavior towards his predecessor and his predecessor's mother.
Jiang Li does not belong to this world. Three months ago, he was a soldier guarding the border on the plateau.
During a border conflict, he was hit by a stone while trying to cover his comrades and was seriously injured and fell into coma.
As soon as you wake up, you will be transported to this vast and bizarre world where martial arts is the most important thing.
After digesting all the memories of this body, Jiang Li frowned for a while.
Although he has a chance to live another life, his status is not low, he is the concubine of Wuhou of Dazhou Town.
But because of his mother, Jiang Li was not loved by his father, Jiang Shirong.
In his memory, he didn't even have any impression of Jiang Shirong's appearance. He only remembered that the man was majestic, cold and made people shudder.
The eldest lady of the Marquis, He Loushi, even regarded herself as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh.
Among Jiang Shirong's dozens of children, Jiang Li not only had the least monthly income, but was also deprived of money by the housekeepers and managers in the house.
The treatment was not even as good as the wealthy slaves around Jiang Shirong's other descendants.
If that was just the case, that would be fine. Jiang Li had been a man for two generations and was confident that he could make his own way in this world.
But his real situation is far more difficult and dangerous than expected.
The Great Zhou Dynasty practiced martial arts, and Jiang Shirong was granted the title of Marquis by Wu. He was the first person in the martial arts lineage of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Everyone in the mansion practiced martial arts and had enough meat.
Even the low-level servants who clean the courtyard have strong muscles, quick movements, and light steps like a civet cat. They have the strength of the second level of martial arts.
Every morning, there will be a school captain in the mansion who will teach the military martial arts.
As a concubine of the Hou family, Jiang Li was not even qualified to practice this simple boxing technique.
Even if he exchanged his life for breath and was shelved by the Hou Mansion to inherit the Qi lineage, he was prohibited from practicing.
The eldest lady He Lou even trapped Jiang Li in a small courtyard and was not allowed to go out at will on the grounds that all disciples in the family should study the sages' books diligently.
It's not even as good as the bird that Helou kept in a cage.
After all, the birds can still eat enough and don’t have to suffer from hunger, cold and bullying!
Jiang Li was detained in Yuelu and often had insufficient food. Even studying and practicing Confucianism were deliberately suppressed by the Helou family.
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the four branches of martial arts, Taoism, Confucianism, and Qi were prosperous, and each had its own merits. Although the country was established by martial arts and the country was controlled by Taoism, it also respected Confucianism and Taoism and governed the world with Confucianism.
When practicing in the Confucian vein, the initial magical power blessings are not as good as those of the martial arts, Taoism, and Qi veins, but they have the ambition to establish a destiny for the people, establish a heart for the world, educate the world, and achieve great unity in the world.
Thousands of years ago, the literary sage brought seventy-two great sages to help heaven and earth. The fortune of Confucianism spread across heaven and earth, and the literary spirit was shared by scholars all over the world.
Confucian disciples accumulate literature and cultivate integrity, cultivate their moral character, have the world in mind, and are good at governing the world.
The Great Zhou Dynasty opened the Keke Examination to select scholars from all over the world and give them important positions.
Anyone who passes the county examination, hospital examination, or rural examination, and is awarded the title of child student, scholar, or scholar must enter the Confucian Temple to pay homage to the literary saints and sages, communicate with the cultural images in the Confucian Temple, and light up the literary lamp in his heart.
Only in this way can one obtain a literary position, be infused with the literary spirit of literary saints and sages, and be blessed with various talents.
Only when you are not harmed by ghosts and evil spirits can you be entrusted with important responsibilities.
Jiang Li has been studying the books of sages since he was a child, and has already passed the county and college examinations. However, he was secretly manipulated by Helou, so that to this day, he has never had the opportunity to enter the Confucian Temple and light up the literary lamp in his heart.
If a Confucian scholar reaches the age of sixteen, if the literary lamp is not lit and the door of spiritual wisdom is closed, it will be difficult for him to communicate with the literary image of the Confucian Temple throughout his life.
If he is not recognized by the literary sages and sages, even if he has great Confucianism and profound knowledge, he will not be reused by the court.
Jiang Li cannot practice martial arts or Qi. If his path to Confucianism and Taoism is cut off, he will completely lose the possibility of changing his fate.
In this hierarchical and cold-blooded Hou Mansion, it was a luxury for Jiang Li to live out the rest of his life as a trafficker and slave.
All that awaits him is the endless torture of a Horlou's cat playing like a mouse, until he dies in humiliation.
Just like the death of his predecessor's mother, there was no splash in this huge and deep mansion.
Jiang Li did not want to surrender to his fate and surrender, so he secretly left the courtyard and came to the Yinwu Pavilion to see Jiang Shirong for the last chance.
But he stood for two full hours on this bitingly cold winter night, and did not even get Jiang Shirong's permission to enter the pavilion to see him.
At this time, Jiang Li's entire body was frozen, and he was only supported by the blood in his chest that was unwilling to admit defeat and wait for death.
"If I can't practice martial arts, I can't practice qi, and if Confucianism and Taoism don't work, why should I practice Taoism? But I don't even know what Tao is!"
Jiang Li clenched his fists tightly. He had been banned from the small courtyard all year round. He knew very little about Taoism, and there were few relevant records in the books he read.
I only know that among the four meridians, the Dao meridians are the most mysterious, require extremely high talent and xinxing, have the smallest number of practitioners, and are extremely difficult to cultivate.
But once you have achieved a small degree of success in Taoism, you will have unpredictable abilities.
Jiang Li was trapped in the bottomless Hou Mansion. He had never even been to the Confucian Temple, so how could he dare to hope for the opportunity to practice Taoism.
But, is there really no other way?
"If you want to drive Qingqi away, the heavy snow will cover your bow and sword!"
Jiang Li did not want to surrender to his fate. The memory of his previous life and his life in the past three months made him feel extremely aggrieved and unbearable.
At this time, I have to wait humbly and carefully outside the high-walled courtyard, just to get a chance to leave the Marquis Mansion and visit the Confucian Temple!
Cats and dogs are more comfortable than him!
With a breath of turbid air stuck in his chest, Jiang Li couldn't help but raise his head and drink softly. He looked up at the starry sky with a pair of bright eyes, showing the reflection of the sea of stars in the sky.
Deep in his mind, a golden book page floated quietly, seeming to feel the anger in Jiang Li's heart, and he trembled slightly.
One side of the page is covered with complicated and obscure lines, and the other side has thirty-six nebula vortices carved into it.
The nebula vortex is shrouded in a layer of light clouds and mist, showing a mysterious and ethereal atmosphere.
This golden page was accidentally picked up by Jiang Li at the foot of Kunlun Mountain when he was guarding the border. It was originally a piece of copper covered with red rust. After traveling with him three months ago, it changed into its entire shape and has been hidden under the Deep in his mind.
Jiang Li once thought that this was the gold finger that came standard with him as a reborn person, but in the past three months, he had tried to get close to it countless times, but he still could not create any connection with the gold page.
"If you want to drive away the light cavalry, the heavy snow will cover your bow and sword. With such good poetry and courage, it is worthy of being the residence of Marquis Wu of the Great Zhou Town. A young boy can be so heroic. The rise of the Great Zhou Dynasty is unstoppable!"
As soon as Jiang Li finished his voice, a ghost with disheveled hair floated out of the snow in front of him.
The hollow ghost eyes opened, and a ball of sparkling ghost fire shot out, and the cold and chilling Yin Qi instantly enveloped Jiang Li.
Compared with this yin energy that can freeze the soul, the severe winter wind and snow in the Hou Mansion are as hot as the steam rising from a steamer!
