How to Raid the Flower of Low Ridge

Not yet.Taiyuan Changsheng Pavilion.

Before the battle of Longran, Taiyuan was also a wealthy family in Shenzhou. Unfortunately, during the battle of Longran, they were so desperate that they happened to be the first to bump into the most difficult dragon son-Yinya.

Violent and cruel by nature, Yin Ya is known as the Demon Dragon God of War. In the battle of Longran, he served as the vanguard of the old Dragon King to fight north and south. Whether he was defeated or surrendered, he would never leave behind.His subordinates were also bloodthirsty like him, even though Taiyuan had thousands of disciples, they still resisted for less than three days before being bloodbathed, all kinds of treasures in the sect were burned and destroyed, and countless casualties.At that time, Headmaster Tai Yuan was even picked up by Yin Ya to put his corpse on the flagpole to show the public, and Yin Ya used his skull as a wine cup to congratulate himself on his victory in conquering China.

Originally, the Taiyuan sect would be destroyed just like the other sects, until the demon dragon was defeated after the bloody battle of Wanliyuan, and the war ended, Jiang Yaomeng gave a banquet for the guests, and the surviving sect leaders all came to congratulate each other. Looking around, he suddenly noticed a gray-clothed boy huddled at the end of the table.

After everyone inquired, they found out that he was the youngest son of Taiyuan's head teacher, named Jing Shun, who was lucky enough to crawl out of the ruins - he was the only one who crawled out of the sea of ​​thousands of corpses.

Seeing that the once powerful Tai Yuan has now become a bare-bones sect, and thinking about the turmoil of the past six years, everyone sighs in their hearts.Jiang Yao sent him back to the original site of the sect, and asked people to help repair the building and recruit disciples, and finally managed to hang up Taiyuan's signboard again.

People who have experienced drastic changes are generally divided into two categories, one is like Jiang Yao, who will become more courageous in the battle, and would rather bend than bend;People have survived, but their unique skills have been broken, their foundations are gone, and their spirits are gone. After more than 300 years of wind and rain, it finally passed to Jing Jie's hands, looking like a fading day.Normally, he was so poor that he couldn't even pay his salary, and his disciples ran away with only three melons and two dates left. He could barely survive by the only elder in the sect, Jing Song, who went down the mountain to exorcise a few Ding Bing ghosts to earn some rewards.

If you want to say that the only thing worth money in the sect is the collection of books on the four walls in the Changsheng Pavilion where Jing Jie is at the moment.

Originally, Jing Shun went to the doctor in a hurry when he was ill, and wanted to search around for some incantation volumes to try to maintain Taiyuan's face, but after searching and searching, he didn't find a few volumes of incantations, but found a lot of fragments of various historical records.Accumulated in this way from generation to generation, if we talk about the classics about unknown calendar, the collection in this Changsheng Pavilion is probably more than that of Tianxianting Tibetan Real Pagoda.

Jing Jie spent all day in the Changsheng Pavilion today. He is too tall, and the more he sits on the ordinary table, the more his back becomes rickety. On weekdays, he simply lays down on the ground and writes calculations. The front and back of the paper were densely written by him, and the handwriting was scrawled and no one could read it.

"Teacher." Someone knocked on the door, and it was the elder Jing Song, "Today for Chinese New Year, we stewed a chicken, and your bowl is at the door."

Jing Jie hummed.

"Also, the roof of Jingbo Hall suddenly collapsed at noon."

"Ah."

"It needs 50 taels of silver to repair it."

"Ah."

The people outside were silent for a while, then repeated: "50 taels."

"Oh," Jing Jie raised his arms, "Is there anyone living in that hall? If no one lives there, don't repair it." Anyway, there are many collapsed places, and it doesn't matter if there is one more building.

"—Teacher, that is the only practice room left for the disciples!" Jing Song couldn't bear it anymore.

Jing Jie finally showed a troubled expression.He originally wanted to say otherwise and change to another practice room, but he felt that given the current precarious situation, it is estimated that there is no complete room in the sect, so he sat up and thought about it: "Then repair it, my subsidy is enough .”

He actually saved the money subsidized by Tianxian Court to be his wife, but judging from the current situation, I am afraid that if the right girl is not found, his house will collapse.

Jing Song groaned helplessly, walked a few steps, came back and knocked on the door twice to remind him: "Chicken soup is at the door, don't forget."

"Ah."

Jing Song just left.

Jing Jie scratched his chicken coop-like hair, put the bald pen aside, and looked down at the vast results of his calculations.

It's wrong no matter what.No matter how much he hypothesized and pieced together the various spells recorded in the unknown records, he still couldn't create a perfect equation—they all seemed too huge, and it was impossible to work with the aura stored in Shenzhou now .

Unless... Jing Jie pursed his lips and shook his head again.My own conjecture is too absurd and has no historical basis.

Conjectures need to be bold, but proofs need to be cautious.

He had been lying in the Changsheng Pavilion for a day, and his stomach had already started to growl, so he decided to drink the chicken soup left at the door—it was probably the only chance to eat meat during the Chinese New Year in Taiyuan.The young man opened the door, only to find that there were a few pieces of torn paper under the chicken soup, apparently left for him by Jing Song.

Jing Jie's interest immediately shifted from chicken soup to writing.He picked it up and scanned two lines, then his drooping eyelids quickly lifted up, and his pupils burst into unbelievable brilliance, "This is...!"

For others, these torn papers are nothing more than dreamy words left behind by the torrent of time, and they cannot find any connection at all, but for Jing Jie, who has a photographic memory, they are stored in his mind. Countless treasures.

It was this little bit of text that gathered sand into a tower that allowed him to cross the gap of hundreds of years and see what China was like at that time.

Be careful when asking for proof...

The auspicious feathers in his mind are dancing like snowflakes at this moment, intertwined with the words in front of him. His absurd guess gradually has a skeleton and flesh and blood, forming a vague... human shape in front of him.

The porcelain bowl fell from Jing Jie's hand, with a loud splash, the chicken soup was scattered all over the floor, and the young man murmured.

"……is God."

Shen Shi.Qianyan Mighty Hall.

Chai Zihan knelt at the door for a long time.He failed the year-end exam this time, and his ranking was even behind Cui Xingyan's trash, which really made him vomit a mouthful of old blood—although Shen Yun's group probably forgot Liang Zi from Yuxingqiu's time and didn't come He took the opportunity to ridicule, but he himself knew that this year might not be a good one.

Annoyed and fearful at the same time, he lingered in Tianxian Court until the end of the twelfth lunar month before rushing to the sect.He thought his father would be furious when he came back, but he didn't expect that the sect was so busy that it seemed that even the disciples stationed abroad had been called back.

He stayed in Tianxian Court for half a year, and he didn't know what happened in the sect. His disciples only said that the head teacher ordered the whole sect to prepare, but they didn't know why; he didn't dare to ask his father, for fear of the other party He casually mentioned his grades, and spent two days in such a daze, until early this morning, Chai Chengzhou sent someone to pass the message, asking him to kneel at the gate of the Hall of Might.

After hearing the message, Chai Zihan heaved a sigh of relief.

All kinds of dry inflammation in my family are compared to Long Xuan, so is the arrogance and the rules.If it was according to Long Xuan's punishment, Chai Zihan shuddered just thinking about it—he even heard that because Jiang Zili had lost the sword appreciation ceremony, that old man Jiang Po wouldn't even feed his precious grandson during the holidays , Forced people to starve and practice swords for three days and three nights, tortured Jiang Zili to the brink of death, and finally fled to Xingling and hid.

Comparing the two like this, it is not painful or itchy for a martial artist to be punished for failing the exam for several hours.

It's just a little cold.Chai Zihan sniffed and stared nonchalantly at the closed door in front of him.

He knelt down until the snow stopped and the clouds cleared, and when there was a little twilight in the distance, there was finally news from the Hall of Might—let him in.

Chai Zihan shook his knees, patted the snow on his body, and pushed open the door.

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Jiang Zili:?I am not dying!

Try to finish writing the remaining three hours this week. In short, I just feel uncomfortable with imperfect settings. Don’t dislike me TT