"Master, you died so miserably..."
"Young master, if you die, please don't come to me..."
"Young Master, let's all be masters and servants. I will bury you later and sell your books. I will marry a wife and have a baby when I go back. I will definitely name you to commemorate you..."
…
The sad cry lingered in Chen Luo's ears, and Chen Luo opened his eyes.
The place where he lay seemed to be... a coffin?
At this time, Chen Luo was feeling the current atmosphere, and he didn't know whether to say mmp or not.
"Am I... traveling through time again?"
"Another start of corpse fraud?"
Chen Luo sat up from the coffin, and a simple wooden house came into view. Next to the coffin, a little book boy was crying and burning paper money.
"Hey... don't cry." Chen Luo shouted. The book boy suddenly raised his head and saw Chen Luo, and his crying stopped abruptly.
"Mr...Mr.?"
"You...you're not dead?"
"I'm dead, I'm just sleeping a little too hard!" Chen Luo jumped down from the coffin, patted the shroud on his body, and said, "I'm so thirsty, get me some water!"
The book boy was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing, threw the paper money in his hand at Chen Luo's face, and ran out.
Chen Luo, who was hit with paper money, sighed, sat down directly, and began to sort out his thoughts.
…
Time travel?
This is naturally impossible.
He just became mortal.
The principle of "inducing the world of mortals" is indeed somewhat similar to time travel, which is to transfer a person's soul into another body, and then use that identity to travel to the mortal world.
However, under normal circumstances, this kind of transfer will seal all the original owner's memories related to the world of mortals.
Just like reincarnation carries the mystery within the womb.
So logically, Chen Luo shouldn't remember that he is Chen Luo's.
But there is no way, Chen Luo is the Taoist master.
What others can remember, he remembers; what others cannot remember, he also remembers; the way of heaven agrees, and the way of heaven approves!
However, this is not necessarily a good thing.
If you don't remember your identity, although it is dangerous, the human heart is like a blank sheet of paper, making it easier to find the path. But for people like Chen Luo who still remember their size, their hearts are already colorful, which will interfere with their search for the path. The difficulty is It will also be higher.
In short, there are pros and cons.
So now that Chen Luo still knows his own tuba, can he get help from the tuba?
Chen Luo gave up this plan as soon as he sensed it.
Because as a Taoist master, Chen Luo has the privilege of knowing the big number. However, if Chen Luo takes the initiative to form a cause and effect with the big number, it will actually be equivalent to cracking the magical power of Hongchen Yin, so this time the transformation into mortals will be a complete failure.
All in all, he must cut off all ties with the tuba, especially not letting anyone know his true identity.
"But..." Chen Luo sat on the chair and thought, "I have condensed my energy and spirit for nine thousand miles of martial arts, seems to be in order to better adapt to this human body."
If it were a simple reincarnation of the soul, it would be easy for experts to detect differences in the soul. However, the martial artist's energy and spirit are highly condensed, and combined with the magical power of Hongchen Yin, at least Chen Luo felt that not many people would be able to detect the abnormality.
As for this physical body...
Dead indeed.
If Chen Luo really succeeds in driving ten thousand miles, those warriors who become mortals in the future will basically be attached to such a physical body.
This is a cause and effect in the world of mortals. Once it is achieved, a warrior cannot break away from the world of mortals even if he is thousands of miles away.
So, what is the situation with this physical body of my own?
Chen Luo nodded his eyebrows, and a rush of memories suddenly came to him.
This body's surname is Wang, given name is Yun, courtesy name is Bo'an, and he is from Leshan Prefecture in Yuezhou. His father was a great Confucian who died in a royal affair, and his mother also passed away three years ago. He is now thirty-two years old, a fourth-grade Confucian, and is traveling around the world, trying to find a way to become a Confucian.
"Thirty-two years old, fourth-grade master?" Chen Luo raised his eyebrows. This talent is considered first-rate.
You must know that in order to be promoted to a Great Confucian in Yijiazi, as long as he does not seek death, he will be guaranteed to reach the second level, and the possibility of even reaching the first level is not small. This Wang Yun is only thirty-two years old, and there are still twenty-eight years before Jiazi.
"Why did such a genius die?" Chen Luo frowned and continued to search Wang Yun's memory, his expression becoming more and more serious.
This Wang Yun seems to have a congenital defect, so the vitality has been continuously lost since the day he was born. Fortunately, Wang Yun's father and ancestors were both great Confucians, so they worked hard to obtain many genius treasures to extend his life.
However, based on Chen Luo's knowledge and what he now felt about Wang Yun's physical condition, Chen Luo sighed.
This Wang Yun's problem is indeed a congenital defect, but it is not due to the physical body or the soul, but to the spiritual light of the living being.
The most basic existence for the birth of living beings is the spiritual light of living beings. This spiritual light comes from the power of heaven, and souls can be born from it, so it can also be called the origin.
But for some reason, Wang Yun's original heavenly way was not fully restored.
The way of heaven is unkind and regards all things as stupid dogs. Naturally, it is impossible for Heavenly Dao to target such a spiritual light. All Chen Luo can think of is that the Heavenly Dao rules have spread too much and the power is insufficient, so there should be a group of living beings with such auras.
It's just that Wang Yun was met by him.
This is something that can't be helped.
Wang Yun originally hoped that his promotion to Great Confucianism would solve this problem, but this problem cannot be solved unless he is promoted to Semi-Saint!
This can be regarded as a truly jealous talent in the absolute sense!
But now that Wang Yun is dead and the aura of the living being has dispersed, there will naturally be no such problems after Chen Luo takes over the body.
but!
This was not the cause of Wang Yun's death.
Speaking of which, thanks to Chen Luo's looting in the past two years, there were quite a lot of blood treasures from the barbarian and demon tribes, so Wang Yun could barely rely on those treasures to survive.
What really killed Wang Yun was a piece of bamboo!
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The Three Realms of Great Confucianism: Investigate Things, Know Knowledge, and Righteous Minds!
If you want to advance to become a great scholar, there is a shortcut, that is, "Xianqi"!
"The Book of Rites·Da Xue" says: To achieve knowledge is to examine things, and then to know.
The meaning of investigating things is to investigate the truth of things.
To give a simple example, such as "an iron pestle is ground into a needle", the iron pestle and the needle are objects, and the principle of never giving up, and where there is a will, things come true, is the study of objects.
Similarly, "drops of water penetrate a stone" and "imitation grass makes a saw" are also examples of gewu.
To put it bluntly, in Chen Luo's previous life, Newton discovered gravity from falling apples, and Watt invented the steam engine from opening the kettle lid, which were all manifestations of the study of things.
Precisely because of this layer of truth, the "object" of the investigation of things actually has its own particularities.
Some objects of the holy way are the best choices for "Gewu". Because these items have their own holy principles, they are easier to comprehend.
When Wang Yun came to Yuzhou this time, he came for a holy bamboo.
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The Mo family in Lingcheng is a wealthy family.
There has never been a semi-saint in this family's history, and even the person with the highest level of cultivation in the family tree was only a second-grade scholar.
But the identity of this second-grade scholar is not simple. He is the scholar of the late half-sage Ruan Sizong.
After the death of Ruan Sizong, the beautiful land was taken over by the church because he had no descendants. However, he once said that after his death, there would be a green bamboo forest behind his bedroom and he would give it to his book boy to keep in mind.
So, the second-grade scholar encountered dozens of bamboos and returned to his hometown in Lingcheng.
This bamboo is not an ordinary bamboo. During his lifetime, Ruan Sizong often sat under the bamboo with his friends and talked about poetry and Taoism. Therefore, these bamboos also have the charm of the holy way and are called Ruan bamboo.
Time flies, thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and only one of the dozens of Ruan bamboos left back then survives. About forty years ago, the head of the Mo family of the previous generation opened the door of his family and exposed Ruan bamboo to all fourth-level masters for "investigation" to see who could figure out the truth from it and be promoted to a great Confucian.
And Wang Yun came here precisely for this reason.
He guarded the bamboo for seven days and seven nights, but got nothing. When he came back, he died. Only then did the scene when Chen Luo just leaned over happened.
"Who would have thought that a chance encounter would turn into a life-threatening talisman!" Chen Luo sneered in his heart. From Wang Yun's memory, he clearly felt that there was something wrong with the bamboo.
"Master, the tea is here." The book boy ran in and handed Chen Luo a cup of tea. Chen Luo took the tea and took a sip.
"The Mo family is right there and won't run away. Let's see what strength we can bring to bear before we make a plan." Chen Luo said while drinking tea.
Immediately, he stretched his hands to his waist, and then became embarrassed.
According to custom, he wanted to give the bookboy some belongings from the storage order and ask him to rent a house and settle down first. After all, we can't all stay in this Yizhuang.
But soon he discovered that he was still wearing a shroud. Wang Yun doesn't have any storage orders.
"Um, Aping, how much money do we have?" Chen Luo asked. The boy's name is Wang Ping, and Wang Yun usually calls him Aping.
Aping smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, you forgot, we have no money."
"In the end, the money you saved was sent by the Mo family."
Chen Luo:o(′^｀)o
Well, you can’t blame Wang Yun. It's not that a fourth-grade master doesn't make money, but Wang Yun has a lot of expenses. He has to rely on natural resources and earthly treasures to survive.
"Well, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" Chen Luo touched his chin.
Sure enough, no matter whether you really travel through time or fake time travel, you have to start by making money.
But this is not a big problem for Chen Luo. If nothing else, he might as well submit an article to "Da Xuan Min Daily" if he is in a hurry!
If you choose a few short stories to write in "The Scholars", it's impossible for someone to trace your identity.
After all, the remuneration I set is still very high.
However, it took too much time to go back and forth. Chen Luo looked at A Ping: "Do you have paper and pen?"
A Ping was stunned, and then he quickly took out a pile of crumpled rice paper from his baggage, along with the Four Treasures of the Study.
"Okay, let's make do." Chen Luo asked A Ping to grind it for him, then picked up the brush and started drawing on the paper.
After a while, Chen Luo drew a landscape picture.
Ah Ping took one look at it and said, "Sir, what are you doing drawing this thing?"
"What to do? Sell for money!"
"Selling money?" Aping looked at his young master, then looked at the landscape on the paper, and said with a wry smile, "Sir, you are not good at painting..."
The words are very euphemistic, but the truth is: this thing cannot be sold.
No matter how dark-hearted Chen Luo was, he was still a little embarrassed. To be honest, he really didn't pay much attention to painting. The painting in front of him was probably just a graffiti. It couldn't even be hung in a small door, let alone an elegant hall, let alone be sold for money.
"No hurries!"
"This painting is for gift, the young master is selling poems!"
After saying that, Chen Luo picked up the brush and wrote on the painting——
"If you don't refine elixirs, you won't meditate. If you don't work as a merchant, you won't plow the fields."
"When you have time to write, just sell it on the green hills instead of making money to do evil in the world."
After finishing writing, Chen Luo signed it again: Zi Wei Zuo!
After finishing all this, Chen Luo clapped his hands: "Okay, you can go to Lingcheng Academy to sell this painting!"
"It doesn't have to be expensive, just three hundred taels of silver!"
"Three hundred taels?" Aping swallowed and looked at the calligraphy and painting again, "Can this sell for three hundred taels?"
"Go if you are told. If you can't sell it, you won't have anything to eat at night!"
Ah Ping sighed tiredly, rolled up the painting, and walked out of Yizhuang.
Watching A Ping leave, Chen Luo shook his head.
Sure enough, Tang Bohu was the best sheep to gather when he was in poverty.
To be honest, based on his judgment, based on the last two sentences of the poem, three hundred taels would definitely be sold.
After solving the problem of the first pot of gold, Chen Luo began to examine his physical body.
Fourth-grade Confucian Realm, upright Confucian cultivation, Haoran's righteousness is quite refined, but the capacity is too small.
The combat power is about the same as that of a fourth-grade master on the Great Wall of Righteousness in the North, but his patience is far inferior. It is estimated that if there is a fight, if a stick of incense fails to kill the opponent, Haoran's righteousness will be exhausted and he will be killed.
"However... thanks to my Taoist authority, the soul has not been sealed."
"So my soul power is still there."
Martial arts warriors refine their muscles, bones, and skin externally, and refine their essence, energy, and spirit internally. They follow the path of integrating heart and mind, mind and energy, and energy and strength. Therefore, when fighting, the body, mind, and soul are unified.
What do you think the martial arts clone is?
In fact, it is the substantive power of the soul!
"But this body does not have the Qi of the mortal world, so it is destined to be unable to display martial arts magical powers!" Chen Luo shook his head again. Of course he could pick up the red dust books now to accumulate some mortal Qi, but the problem is that most of the current mortal books are He wrote it himself...
Just like there is no feeling when you touch your right hand with your left hand, if you read your own words, your worldly energy will not increase!
Although there are other books on the world of mortals, most of them are in the Three Thousand Miles category and are not of much help to him now.
But is there no other way?
of course not!
"Although Haoran's righteousness is weak, my Confucianism is strong!" Chen Luo touched his nose.
In Confucian battles, the first thing mentioned is Haoran Zhengqi. The more Haoran's righteousness is, the purer it is, the more powerful the magical powers are. The representative here is Wen Yunsun, who "comes first in righteousness".
In addition to awe-inspiring aura, another factor that affects Confucianism's battles is Confucianism.
In Confucian magic, many great magical powers come at the cost of a broken Confucian heart. Why? Because the Confucian heart is the source of strength, if you squeeze the Confucian heart too much, you can naturally get more than ordinary strength.
For example, Lang Feixian, the senior brother before he met Chen Luorong, in terms of Haoran's righteousness, he was actually barely first-class in the first rank, but his Confucianism was at the top level.
The essence of Confucianism is the soul.
And Lang Feixian's soul is the combination of the innate Wen Hua Qinglian and Li Qinglian, so it can't be done without being strong.
From this perspective, I am not afraid even if I am facing the challenge.
No, no, no, Senior Brother Seven said, be more steady.
Then...you won't be afraid even if you are facing the first grade!
After roughly inferring his own life-saving ability, Chen Luo felt a little confident.
There is no way, in the mortal world, if you die, it is not just a nightmare like the Spring and Autumn Dream, this is real death.
A life!
"First let go of the hatred in this body!" Chen Luo stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of Yizhuang.
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Southern wilderness, green grassland.
The bejeweled Niu Dafa lay on the grassy hillside and basked in the sun. The various gems on his body shone brightly and were very dazzling.
But at this moment, Niu Dafa's face was full of sadness.
Alas, I am so rich, why am I still worried?
The bloodline is obviously much better than that of other cows, so why is it stuck?
That's right, Niu Dafa's cultivation got stuck when he was moving from the third level to the second level.
The reason why he got stuck was actually very simple. When he was returning to the phantom of Shuo Zu Yao, he suddenly felt——
This ancestor is quite ugly!
Then, there is no more.
Generally speaking, the phantom of the ancestor demon condensed by the third-grade great sage is a hazy shadow, and sometimes it seems to be just a back or silhouette.
At the second level, which is probably the transition from black and white TVs to color TVs, you can basically see the organs clearly.
As a result, Niu Dafa just complained in his heart, and the shadow disappeared immediately!
Do not laugh!
real!
You have no respect for your ancestors at all, how can you return to your ancestors?
Do you really think that making a decision that goes against your ancestors is just lip service?
"I really miss the simple and simple Niu Niu back then..." Niu Dafa sighed.
Since the human race's culture rushed towards the Southern Wilderness, Niu Dafa, as "Chen Luo's absolute younger brother (self-confessed)", naturally absorbed it eagerly.
Then, the aesthetics was taken astray.
The cattle tribe said: We want to be big and round!
Niu Dafa: No, we want to be tall and thin!
The cow tribe said: Look at your butt!
Niu Dafa said: No, look at the legs!
In short, even now, he feels that his ancestors were earthy and not at all mighty and domineering.
"Actually, the plate-armored green bull of the Tiandao bloodline is what I like best..." Niu Dafa sighed, and the phantom image of the plate-armored green bull being recorded appeared in his mind.
Whether you are powerful or not is a temporary matter, and whether you are handsome or not is a lifelong matter.
Besides, the plate-armored green bull, like the bloodline on his body, is also a majestic bloodline of the Wild Soul Realm!
"It would be great if I had the blood of the plate-armored blue bull...I can use this blood in my body to exchange it."
"I wonder if Brother Chen can help me for the sake of thirty ships of gifts?"
However, just as Niu Dafa finished his sigh, a star suddenly flickered in the sky, and then a ray of light shot toward Niu Dafa!
The light was so fast that before Niu Dafa could react, it fell directly into Niu Dafa's soul sea. Then a message emerged in Niu Dafa's soul——
"Awakening the bloodline of the plate-armored green ox, are you willing to be the protector of Lord Doumu Yuan?"
"Huh?" Niu Dafa's eyes lit up, "So it turns out that all you need to do is sigh?"
"Doumu Yuanjun... Lord of the Stars? Damn it, this is a thigh!"
"I hug... no, I do!"
The next moment, Niu Dafa's body immediately opened numerous small wounds, and countless blood began to spurt out.
"Damn... I need a blood transfusion..."
"Can you wait a moment..."
"I'm not ready yet...ah..."
…
At the same time, Yuan Hai.
Suddenly there was a storm on the calm sea, a graceful figure appeared between the sky and the earth, and there was a faint dragon roar.
Yun Siyao calmed down his momentum and raised his hand, with a dragon shadow wandering in his hand.
"The little one is born." The corners of Yun Siyao's mouth raised slightly. When she went to Nanhuang to meet Feng Nanzhi, she used dragon's breath to conceive and nourish the little Aowu in Feng Nanzhi's belly. Now that the little Aowu was born, she naturally felt the connection.
"Just in time, let me tell you the good news." Yun Siyao's face suddenly turned red. She touched her belly and said softly: "Little one, mother will take you to see your sister..."
After the words fell, Yun Siyao's figure disappeared between the sea and the sky...
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Yunlong Heavenly Palace.
Emperor Yunlong opened his eyes from his deep sleep, his sight seemed to penetrate the space, and he didn't know where it landed.
After a moment, Emperor Yunlong withdrew his gaze again.
"well……"
"It's a loss, it's a loss..."
"Another dowry is coming!"
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