"The Daduan Dynasty, on the third day of the seventh month of the 16th year of Yongding, the third day of "three days of shocking change". The day was chaos."

The withered man thought for a long time and tried to use weather or words next to him to describe that day, but in the end he could only write a word of chaos.

Sometimes, he is indifferent by nature and occasionally wonders why he has to fight to the death, and has to cause bloody storms, and then quickly despise himself.

All the books in the building were read into the dog's belly.

Worldly struggles are essentially a game of power and interests. After each reshuffle of the interest pattern, a balance will be formed in the game, and everyone will be in their own position and enjoy their own achievements.

But once the balance of power in this pattern changes, or new forces begin to intervene in this plate, the existing interest pattern will naturally not be able to meet the new needs, and there will be a struggle.

From gangs to power struggles, to court struggles, or even dynasty changes.

Throughout history, all of them are like this.

Therefore, there are coincidences during these three days, but in fact they are inevitable.

In the lake near the building, with the cover of lotus leaves and the sound of frogs, they were shyly admiring him.

He shook his head and sighed, lifted his pen, and a piece of history flowed out vividly with the ink.

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The leaves release unreserved green on the branches, trying hard to catch the tail of midsummer.

The misty water vapor jumps to add a little more moisture to these emerald greens, and there is no need to talk about the tacit understanding between the mountains, rivers, forests and leaves.

In contrast, people are regrettably filled with scheming struggles and secret guards.

There is a wide flat land on a hill not far from Wuyin Valley, and nearly a hundred people are standing quietly.

Meng Xiaoniu stood quietly in a corner at the end of the team, his whole body tense and stiff. He hadn't stood with so many people for a long time.

As a top-level wild cultivator in the Condensation Yuan Realm, he is only the lowest-level existence among the numerous wild cultivators in Yunmeng Daze.

His eyes crossed the heads and looked at the figures standing at the front of the team.

That is the adults in the Wentian Realm, and he is now who needs to crawl up and look up.

Even after spending more than two years in this great siege, he never saw any of them.

I never thought that I would meet all of you today.

There are many names in his mind, but they don’t even match his body. I wonder if there will be an introduction in a while.

The night before yesterday, a big boss from Tongxuan realm on the hill near him summoned him and several fellow Taoists and talked for a long time.

Although the boss waved his fists excitedly and spoke a lot, he could hardly hear clearly while being frightened.

He may remember these words if he has no worries about the future, what kind of sect, what kind of honorary guests are rich and prosperous.

However, there is one sentence that he was very impressed by, "In the future, we can stand up and be a human being, and we will not be the wild cultivator whom thousands of people hate to abandon them!"

This sentence deeply touched the heart of the young Meng Xiaoniu.

It is difficult to be a wild cultivation, and it is even harder to be a wild cultivation in Yunmeng Daze.

So what will happen to a low-level wild cultivator in the Condensation Yuan Realm in the Yunmeng Daze, which eats people and does not spit out bones?

Sun Dayun had never been to Yunmeng Daze, of course he didn't know, but Meng Xiaoniu knew.

Five years ago, by chance, a stubborn old Ye Xiu saw Shangke's qualifications and took it to a small hole in the corner next to Yunmeng Daze. After being secretly tested several times, he was given the gift from Old Ye Xiu.

For Ye Xiu, when everything is over in his life, it is enough to find a good successor to rest.

Lao Ye Xiu set rules for him that he would not be allowed to walk out of the cave without reaching the Ningyuan Realm. At the same time, he left him a letter so that he could open it when he left the seclusion.

Then, after leaving him enough food and pills, Lao Yexiu quietly left.

Three years later, when Meng Xiaoniu finally broke through to Ningyuan Realm, he couldn't wait to open the letter that had been thought of for a long time.

In the letter, Lao Yexiu said that he was once a master of the realm of knowledge and possessed a generous and luxurious cave, but this cave has been given to others and cannot be given to him.

Lao Yexiu also said that he should be careful and try to live in simplicity as much as possible. If he is not at a high level, he should not walk around and not trust others easily.

Especially don’t be greedy for small gains. According to this principle, you may miss some small profits, but you won’t suffer big losses.

Finally, Old Yexiu said that when Meng Xiaoniu saw this letter, he must have died.

I only hope that if I have a next life, I will no longer be a wild practitioner.

The ignorant and simple Meng Xiaoniu still cannot understand the weight of this letter.

He just looked at the dilapidated cave where he had lived for three years, and complained that Lao Ye was not kind-hearted;

I just felt the power of my every move and despise Lao Ye Xiu's last wish.

But he was simple and still followed Lao Yexiu's instructions, stayed in simplicity, and said less and read more.

Finally, after escaping from death several times, watching the tragedy several times, and seeing the truth of this world, I understood Lao Yexiu's heartfelt words.

But the world is like this, how can you keep yourself clean when you are in a dyeing vat?

For example, there is an unwritten rule in the world of cultivation. The dead are the most important thing, kill the opponent and never plunder the small things on his body.

But in the eyes of Ye Xiu, this is not stupid!

Meng Xiaoniu has now pulled several bodies that he killed by himself.

This is also one of the key points that genealogical practitioners despise wild practice.

Sometimes, he even despises himself.

Greed, cold-blooded, cunning, treacherous, unkind and unrighteous, shameless and unvirtuous, as if all the shit in the world can be taken for granted by the wild cultivator.

It is precisely because of this that the sentence that you don’t have to do such a terrible cultivation can hit his heart.

Suddenly, there was a little commotion in the crowd, and Meng Xiaoniu, who was so scared that she was thinking about it, almost ran away.

There is no way, he is timid and scared again.

He wanted to stand on tiptoe and see clearly what was going on, but he was worried that the person behind him would cause trouble, so he could only try to stretch his neck and look at it.

The two of them walked side by side in sight. When they saw that the big boss Wentian Realm who was standing in front was respectful and overtime to these two people, he became even more curious and his heels were uncontrollably matted.

He heard the big guys in front of him shouting "Brother Lin" and "Brother Jiang", and two names suddenly popped up in his heart.

Lin Fu and Jiang Cang, these two are not only big names in the Wentian Realm, but also the main leaders of this matter.

I just don’t know which one is called Lin Fu and which one is Jiang Cang.

As if he heard the doubt in his heart, a tall and majestic man stepped forward and said aloud: "Hello everyone, I am Ye Xiulinfu."

At this moment, Meng Xiaoniu had only one thought circling in his mind, "How can such a person be a wild cultivator!"

"Brothers, I don't need to say much about the purpose of coming here today. I just talk nonsense. Do you want to stop living this inferior bird life? Do you want to be a cultivator in a dignified way!"

"think!"

"Do you want to marry and have children? Are you kind and beautiful? Do you want to be intrigue and worry, but live a peaceful and steady life!"

"think!!"

"Do you want to stand up? Hold your head up, let's say hello to this world together!"

"think!!!"

Meng Xiaoniu's neck turned red and she roared hard!

"Then let's walk with me! For the ideal!"

Lin Fu raised his arms and shouted.

"For the ideal!"

The loud shouts of hundreds of people made the barriers set up by several masters of Wentian Realm teamed up to be a little shaky.

Under the leadership of Lin Fu and Jiang Cang, a huge cave was moved into a specially renovated and renovated.

Here, they will register and record their respective realms, materials, etc., and make preliminary preparations for the establishment of the sect.

According to the idea of ​​Jiang Cang and others, we should speed up the establishment of a sect.

But Lin Fu stopped it. He meant to pass the first battle first, and at the same time put forward a rule to implement it seriously, so that those who were questioning could see that they were not talking nonsense, but were doing this in a real way.

At that time, the initiative will be in their hands, which is to choose the best, rather than rejecting everyone.

Jiang Cang and others were moved, and their already high praise for Lin Fu was one point higher.

However, Lin Fu also said seriously: "If you do this, you must have a core that is completely obedient to the command. Each of our confidants must give good instructions and take the lead at that time."

According to Lin Fu, people follow the crowd. Those who take the lead dare to go forward, and those who take the lead dare to go forward. If the lead runs, it will not help.

Although Jiang Cang and others have never fought, they have grown up and participated in many collective actions, and they agree with Lin Fu's words.

Now their mentality has changed. The more powerful Lin Fu is, the happier they are.

They never did anything like sharing the spoils without snatching the meat into the pot.

Let’s talk about the future.

On another hill far away, Gao Lao, whose real name is Gao Huan, sat at the table. He was usually sitting like a lion, and now he looked like a gentle sheep.

Opposite him, a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance, Han Feilong, the general of the North, who was one of the giants in the Daduan army, was frowning at a letter of information in his hand.
To be continued...