Rebirth Dominator

The Xun capital was not established in Dahuan yet. When the Xun tribe, the Xun people already lived here. It was built on an ancient relic, which is the deepest foundation of Dahuan. It can be said that everything in Dahuan comes from this relic. come.

So even though various changes have occurred in a hundred years, the capital of Dahuan has not changed here, but even if the place has not changed, the capital of Xun is no longer the same as the capital of Xun a hundred years ago.

The ox cart that Fang Xiu rode was not the kind of frame that he rode on, but an ox cart used to pull goods.

Fang Xiu lay down on the cargo like this, with his head resting on his hands, and a bunch of bamboo hats on his body, looking at both sides of the avenue.

Just like when he left Xundu.

Everything is different from a hundred years ago, whether it is people, houses, or city walls.

Things are changing and people are changing.

A hundred years of recuperation, a fertile land and no major natural disasters and wars, the world under the influence of the constantly promoted civilization and monks, aliens, and witch rituals is like a carriage being constantly whipped, running wildly along the road.

The thatched huts and earthen walls, the wide streets, the cattle, sheep, and bound slaves all disappeared, and what appeared instead were green bricks and green tiles, bustling markets, restaurants, and shops.

Horses neighing and carriages rolling past are no longer exclusive to the Gong Clan Wuji Festival. People flow in and out of the shops and shops, and the goods are unloaded with oxen and horses dragging along the roadside.

The quaint and disheveled common people are gone, and the streets are no longer covered with arms closed or even naked. People wear dark cloth clothes or brown sandals, and tattoos are no longer disheveled. Scholars and officials tie their hair and wear crowns, and are polite.

There are also students with wooden crowns, signboards with words written on them, cloth banners waving in the wind, and walls with notices can be seen on the street.

The words penetrated into the corners. Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu, for some reason, raised the corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The bullock carts went up the steep slope, followed by the crowd and the carts on a stone bridge. Under the bridge, there was a dug river, connected together from the moat outside the city, leading directly to the branch of the big river, which was unprecedented a hundred years ago.

Standing here, looking back, you can see the scenery of the whole city.

Tens of thousands of blue-tile houses stretch into the distance, and there are pavilions and pavilions everywhere, full of voices and traffic.

On the bridge, the girl in sackcloth holds her father's arm and shows an innocent smile. The boatman under the bridge easily props up the boat pole.

Fang Xiu stood up and looked into the distance. In an instant, he felt like he was dreaming back a hundred years, and he once stood here and looked back.

Fang Xiu's face was blank for a moment, feeling that the years are rushing, time flies, and he is just one of the passers-by, no matter how high or low his status is, no matter how strong or weak, he can't keep those years.

When crossing the main street in the north of the city, I passed by a simple but exquisite school, and there were crowds of people at the door, very lively, as if they were gathered to discuss something.

The Xundu Academy, which originally had only one compound, has been expanded and turned into a large stretch of buildings, but its appearance has not changed much from the original, and it is still as simple and unpretentious as before.

There are thousands of students and disciples in it alone. I don’t know how many great sages and great talents have come out of this place in the past hundred years, leaving their names in history and changing the world. It is a holy place for scholars all over the world.

Every country established sects and established various theories. All the sages and sages who educated the world came from here or were inextricably related to this place. I don’t know how many people come here every year.

The gate of the Academy is open, and people have never been prohibited from entering and leaving, but everyone will bow to the Xundu Xuegong stele at the door when they enter and exit. It is said that it is a holy relic left by Feng Sheng himself.

It was Fengsheng who erected this stele here, established the Xundu Academy, and preached to the world, that they have them.

Many people gathered in front of the gate and in the courtyard, listening to several scholars standing in front of the gate, debating about the good and evil of life, who could speak convincingly, and saw hundreds of people cheering together, raising their arms and waving their sleeves. cloud.

The moon locust tree and vines were in full bloom in front of the gate and in the courtyard, and the flower vines swayed with the autumn wind. They were so beautiful that they were blown by the wind, and the petals scattered all over the sky. They passed by Fang Xiu, who was passing by in a carriage, and fell into his hands.

Fang Xiu looked at the familiar stone stele of Xundu Xuegong, and passed by many disciples of Xundu Xuegong. No one noticed that this young man, who seemed to be young, had preached here nearly a hundred years ago. .

Fang Xiu twirled the fallen petals and took a light sniff: It's back again!

Here! Come! The strong man driving the ox cart turned his head to remind the white-faced young man behind him, only to find that the figure lying behind had long since disappeared, leaving only the sprinkling of moonflowers and vines.

The master of Xundu Xuegong is named Yi Yan. Since the Three Sages left, all the sages and sages have dispersed, and the literary fortune of Xundu Xuegong seems to have been divided by all the sages.

The theories of the philosophers in various countries are extremely prosperous and developed, and although the Xundu Academy is still a place of sages, it is no longer as prosperous as when all the great sages gathered in the Xundu Academy.

Yi Yan was sitting in the quiet room next to the library in the back wearing a robe of a master. The robe of a master seemed to have been handed down from the time of the first generation of master Zifeng, and it has not changed since then.

Although people are not prohibited from entering and exiting the front yard, the library at the back is absolutely not allowed to enter and exit except with the permission of the master.

In the library are all the manuscripts, scriptures, and theories left by Sansheng. There are Preaching left by Fengsheng's life and speeches compiled by Zhuang Sheng, and Boundless left by Zhuang Sheng. Yisheng spent his whole life The compiled Wenwen, as well as the scriptures copied by Fengsheng's twenty-four disciples and later sages, all these are the most important foundations of Xundu Xuegong.

Yi Yan carefully flipped through the scrolls left by the Three Saints and the Sages. Even though he had read it no less than a thousand times, every time he read it, he had a new understanding of his own. , theory, and avenue are worth interpreting in a lifetime.

Yi Yan is not young anymore, he is fifty-two this year, and he is Yisheng's disciple. At this age, he naturally hopes to leave his own theory and pass it on to future generations like the three saints.

Yi Yan spread out the white scroll in front of him, took a brush and wiped it on the inkstone, but stopped writing several times.

Not right! Not right!

Yi Yan pondered for a long time, and finally stood up, wanting to pick up the jade slip placed on the table beside him, but when the old man reached over with his palm, he found that the jade slip was no longer where it was.

Alas?

Master Yi Yan looked over suspiciously, and saw a man dressed like him sitting on the mat beside the mat, holding the white jade-like slip against the wall, and reading it slowly.

Put it down! The Jade Slip of Preaching is a keepsake of Master Xundu, a thing of preaching in the academy!

Whose student are you, so ignorant of the rules!

Even with Yi Yan's energy-raising skills, he was furious at this moment. The young man in front of him broke into the important place of the library and read the jade slips of the Taoism privately. Before dying, it will be passed on to the next generation Xundu Xuegong Master.

Fang Xiu looked at thousands of words on the Jade Slips of Preaching Daoism, and the entire Jade Slips recorded not only the theories and scriptures of various schools and great sages, but also the official history and the speech records of a large number of historical figures.

Looking at the master Yi Yan who was blowing his beard and staring in anger, he said lightly, I was once a master!

Nonsense, where are you from...

Before Yi Yan finished speaking, his gaze suddenly passed over the portrait of the saint hanging on the wall.

The three literary saints are high above, like the sun that illuminates thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and ignites human civilization.

The leader among them was a man holding a Jade Slip of Evangelism, his eyes were deep as if he had passed through thousands of years, and there was a line of vigorous small characters in the lower corner.

It is the first sentence of Preaching.

The pen walks like a dragon and a snake, full of vicissitudes.

Yi Yan turned his head and looked at the man holding the jade slip with indifferent and deep eyes.

His face and demeanor are the same as those on the portrait.