Ignorance, chaos, violence, wailing...

The intersection of swords and blood, the sound of fighting shook the dark sky.

A long time ago, the witch priest who clearly understood the power of the gods listened to the gods' whispers and controlled the most mysterious supernatural power.

They claim to be descendants of gods, and their bloodline contains unparalleled great power.

They trace the origin of their own bloodline, can control wind and thunder, control water and fire, and the powerful ones can pacify thousands of armies with a wave of their hands and make ordinary people bow their heads.

They are long-lived and intelligent. They forge divine weapons with ancient bronze and meteorite iron, and turn their own blood into fire. They use this to divide the world and establish political power belonging to the descendants of the gods in all directions, firmly binding this land.

Hold it in your own hands.

They are known as the Chosen Gods, and the powerful ones among them even call themselves demigods. They are ambitious and intend to compare themselves to the immortal gods. They established the first national title on this land, saying: Zhou!

The princes and nobles who belong to the descendants of the Gods have sworn to be forever loyal to the Royal Court of Zhou. They are scattered in every corner of the earth as far as the eye can see. They claim to swear to always maintain the rule of the Gods and support the royal family!

They intend to establish an era that will never fade, never extinguish, and never end, as dazzling as the bright sun that will always hang high in the sky.

This is the most glorious era for the gods and shamans, they have everything!

This is also the most miserable time before dawn for all living beings, because they have nothing.

The descendants of gods determine their class status based on their noble blood. This is an era that is destined for them at birth. It is an era that is ten times more cruel than the monopoly of aristocratic families!

At the end of this era, the so-called demigods who traced their bloodline and became increasingly crazy and crazy were no longer satisfied with obeying the rule of the central royal court "Zhou", so they took the lead in launching a rebellion.

Zhou, whose intention was as dazzling as the bright sun, took the lead in extinguishing the fire amidst the boundless catastrophe and blood-filled sky.

Then, the eternal night with no daylight fell.

With no laws and no unity, the so-called demigods began to conquer each other in order to seize blood and power, hoping that one day they could overlook the earth and live forever like the gods in mythology.

At this time, the original human sage couldn't help but think deeply.

Are these witch priests who claim to have inherited the blood of gods and are descendants of gods really as majestic and sacred as they extol their virtues and write books and biographies about them?

So in the long years of darkness, some ordinary people belonging to the human race were not willing to surrender forever to this group of creatures that had gradually evolved into undead "monsters", and began to look for ways to save the world...

There is a ranger who values ​​righteousness over profit, traveling around the country, with the goal of hunting the descendants of gods, extracting their blood to temper their Qi and blood, and bathe their skin, thus becoming the original martial artist.

There was a sorcerer who originally succumbed to the command of the god and obtained some essence of witchcraft. In order to study "Qi" and "Dharma", he studied famous mountains and rivers, and spent his whole life to understand the five elements of heaven and earth. In the end, the inspirations converged and refined.

Qi makes the law.

At the same time, there are also those who were the first to read and were deeply confused about the so-called gods and the history of generations recorded in ancient books.

Are these so-called leaders that the human race has been serving really correct?

Perhaps there should be merit in the early days of the Zhou Dynasty and before it was established.

But in this current era, people should follow their own path.

Thus, the era of various schools of thought contending began.

Susu!

It seemed as if the book was falling rapidly, and the pictures in front of Ji Qiu began to flow continuously.

A history with a touch of mythology that is completely different from the records of the Great Yan Dynasty.

As a burst of "dong dong dong~~" the ancient bronze bell struck, it gradually echoed in Ji Qiu's ears.

A bell rings, deafening and enlightening!

When he finally woke up and completely regained consciousness, it was already clear and clear, and he was in a study with ancient charm.

This study is a quiet place and extremely simple. There is a master giving lectures above and disciples listening attentively below.

In front of the desk, a tall and young-looking figure was kneeling on the couch, stretching out his slender palms and flicking the ancient scrolls in his hands.

And below him, there were dozens of disciples sitting on their knees with their hands down, their expressions so respectful that they were almost pious, quietly listening to the teacher above him.

Yes, the immersive feeling I had just now was a piece of history recorded in a book.

It evolved from a book compiled by the master who seemed to be extremely young.

Using books as a guide to evolve history, such a generous act, how far has this person's state of contribution to nature reached?!

Ji Qiu endured the shock.

He knew that what he was in at this time was the essence of the Five Classics revealed by tracing back to its source.

So he didn't want to waste time. After regaining consciousness, he walked forward and looked up at the book the master was holding.

The next moment, he could clearly see the two brilliant seal characters engraved on the prologue after the not-thick bamboo slip was rolled up:

The title of the book is - "Spring and Autumn"!

"Students, do you understand?"

After rolling up the book, the master spoke gently.

When the disciples saw this, they immediately lowered their eyes and said respectfully: "Disciple, thank you Jizi for teaching the Dharma!"

For a moment, Ji Qiu felt an indescribable complex feeling.

Which literary great from long ago is this?

It must be understood that the Five Classics were compiled by Confucian sages and became the greatest achievement. The method of tracing back to the origin traces back to the person who created the pinnacle of this method.

Could it be that this person has witnessed the Spring and Autumn Period, and his ancient and modern achievements in the Spring and Autumn Period alone are better than those of the Confucian sages who pioneered the Confucian lineage?!

What is a son?

Only those who are the leader of a hundred schools of thought can be given the honorific title of ‘Zi’!

"Who is this person?"

Ji Qiu was filled with curiosity.

Unexpectedly, Wen Daozi, who reached the pinnacle of attainments in "Spring and Autumn", was actually from the same family as him.

This can be regarded as fate.

It turns out that this is the Spring and Autumn Period, one of the Five Classics!

It’s no wonder that no one in later generations can achieve the achievements of the ancient masters while practicing the Five Meridians.

Speaking of the Spring and Autumn Period alone, what they studied and practiced was only the most superficial history.

Even if they condense their literary spirit and forge their literary heart, it is still their own literary way, which is completely different from the path of these sages.

There are still many people who are confused about practicing the way of the sages, let alone understand the wrong meaning and completely run counter to it?

Ji Qiu's exquisite Qiqiu heart trembled slightly, as if she had some enlightenment.

And the moment he closed his eyes, his body gradually glowed with light.

Literary spirit, mysterious and mysterious, is manifested from the principles one realizes in the article.

From ancient times to the present, some people have enlightened themselves overnight, and their literary spirit has grown by itself.

There are also people who waste half their lives and read thousands of books, but because they have no main idea, they can only stay away from the door.

As for Ji Qiu, after simply taking a peek at the "Spring and Autumn" in one corner of the Five Classics using the method of tracing back to the origin, he had already achieved the introduction to literary style and embarked on the extraordinary journey!

This is a true one-day introduction. Even if you are born with a Taoist body, you may not be able to reach it!

Among the scenes observed through tracing back to the origin, Ji Qiu listened to the powerful man named "Ji Zi" narrating "Spring and Autumn".

As the saying goes, we should use history as a discernment to understand the ups and downs, use history to correct people's gains and losses, and use history to make things clear and clear.

Reading this long history from ancient times to the present, there are countless truths contained in it, not to mention the fact that it was preached by a genuine ancient scholar himself!

I have to say, it really benefited a lot.

But unfortunately, before Ji Qiu listened for long, his sense of isolation from this scene began to become more and more serious.

"In the past, when looking back at magic spells such as the Immortal Sword, Qi Refining and Thunder Techniques, I would usually observe them from beginning to end..."

"It is indeed the Five Classics of Confucianism and Taoism that record the authentic inheritance, but even one of them, Spring and Autumn, can only be understood a little bit, and the time has come."

Ji Qiu felt greatly regretful as he watched the study slowly become blurry, and even the figures and words inside could not be heard clearly.

But fortunately, you can continue to come to observe and listen to sermons next time, it is not just a one-time opportunity.

At the end, he was a little curious again.

What does this extremely young-looking master look like?

So at the last moment, Ji Qiu stood up and groped forward slowly until he stopped in front of the desk.

At this time, the surrounding environment was gradually distorted and began to turn into nothingness. Only the Master holding the ancient scroll remained the same without much change.

Ji Qiu slowly leaned down.

For some unknown reason, when he looked at the master's face among the students below, it was as if there was a layer of mist between them, and he couldn't see the slightest trace of distinction.

So he did not believe in evil, walked step by step in front of the master, and squatted down at the end of the tracing method.

For no other reason than simply wanting to see clearly that face that was hidden in the blur.

At this time, Ji Qiu raised his head and looked at the face of the figure lying on the couch with his hands hanging down, almost like a clay sculpture.
To be continued...