huh~

The touch of divine will seems to break through a thin film.

Countless pictures flowed through my heart like water, and they were immediately frozen.

Ancient houses, old trees, green lanterns...

From far to near, from big to small, An Qisheng's eyes fell on this ancient house, as if traveling through a long period of time.

In the dim light, there was an old man who was writing and writing, sometimes accompanied by a light cough.

"...Humans and monsters are fighting, the war is spreading, and the people are struggling to live... Sigh, I have pursued the truth of my master all my life, sigh, I have been suffering all my life, and it is difficult to find peace..."

"The way is free and easy, the Buddha cultivates one's own body, and where is the way of my Confucianism? Master, the disciple is incompetent, and it is difficult to inherit the mantle of your old man. What is even more sad is that it cannot be passed on, it cannot be passed on..."

"...For thousands of years, how much rushing, how much perseverance, how much resistance, will it be like a dream in the end? God and Buddha are invincible, where is the road to life? Where is it?!"

"Poor, pathetic, hateful..."

Under the bean lamp, the breath of the old man flickered like a lamp, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

He tried to write down everything he knew and understood again and again, but he failed again and again.

He has everything in his heart, but he can't say it; he has a heart to keep a book, but he can't write it.

Writing again and again, writing in blood, stone tablets, hidden initials, anagrams, demolition of characters... I have changed the means countless times, but still can't leave any handwriting.

He knows, but there is no difference between knowing and not knowing.

An Qisheng stared at it, and seemed to be able to empathize faintly.

As his realm climbed, the magical power of Dreaming Daqian changed several times, and it is no longer the same as before. With a thought, he can perceive everything that he can perceive.

pathos,

unwilling,

sigh,

compassion,

Sadness... Many emotions surged in my heart instantly, this is the melancholy in the heart of the old man.

At the same time, many memories of the old man appeared in his heart.

This old man, named 'Zeng Yan', is a true Confucian sage, the great-grandson of Confucius's seventy-two disciples 'Zeng', and the ancestor of Zeng San.

He was in the era when Emperor Jue Tian Tong, Confucianism and Taoism were cut off, and it was also a chaotic period when human beings and monsters were really fighting.

Because of his status and inheritance, he knew far more than Zeng San, but unfortunately, he couldn't tell.

"Will anyone hear? I don't know..."

After a long, long time, the old man seemed to give up completely and walked out of the room. His stature was thin, but he was as tall as Zeng San.

He stopped under the old tree, looked into the night and stared into the sky, and muttered to himself, "It may be futile, but even He can't deprive history..."

He murmured in his heart, the light of the soul illuminated the courtyard like a substance, and immediately turned into a pen in his palm.

Taking the emptiness as the paper, the heart as the pen, and the Confucianism that he cultivated throughout his life as the ink, he began to write.

"...The chaos of heaven and earth is beginning, and the gods are born. This is the gods and demons, the gods and demons, and the three supreme divine beasts are respected.

One is the candle dragon, the second is the goddess, and the third is the phoenix emperor.

This is the ancestor of scales, birds, and beasts. This era begins with the death of Emperor Feng before he was born, and ends with the enlightenment of Heavenly Sage and Demon Sage.

The demon era started immediately.

The two saints came to the world and swept away the gods and demons in Zhoutian. After many years of fighting, the heavenly saint ascended to the sky to preach, and many great supernatural powers Jing Cong, after many years, gradually evolved into the prototype of the imperial court.

The demon saint entered the earth, opened up the underground demon abyss, collected the evil and resentment of the heaven and earth, sat down and gathered all the demon heads since the beginning of the heaven and earth, and became the ancestor of the demon abyss.

The two sides have been fighting for many years, and many gods and demons born in the world have fallen, but there are races different from gods and demons born on the bodies of gods and demons.

This is the beginning of the human race.

The end of the Demon Age is symbolized by the beginning of the imperial court and the birth of the human race.

The ages have passed, and the ancient times have arrived.

In the ancient times, the gods and demons licked their wounds and silently accumulated their strength.

The newly born human race ushered in the Primordial Age in ignorance, fighting with beasts, fighting with heaven and earth, and gradually gained a firm foothold.

The heaven and the earth changed again, and a great world came from out of nowhere, awakening the gods and demons of Zhou Tian, ​​a hegemon in that world, unparalleled in strength.

His master self-named 'Old Man Tianhuang' and said that his clan was a monster. The old man in the wild had the power of a candle dragon, and his size was infinite.

The advent of the demon world triggered a riot of gods and demons to suppress it. The war lasted for countless years. In the end, the old man fell from the sky and the demon world was renamed the "Beast Dao".

In the ancient times, gods and demons competed with demons, and the human race was also affected, almost exterminating the clan, struggling to survive.

 …”

Zeng Yan wrote in a hurry in the dark of night, his light is mighty, his spirit is strong, however, when the words fall, they are destroyed, and the words are lost. Even the many Confucian disciples who were alarmed by his actions did not know what he was doing.

But he didn't realize it, he just left the words in the air, stroke by stroke, only An Qisheng could feel the bitterness in his heart.

It wasn't his first attempt, but it must be his last.

Without him, his time will come.

Even if I don't know if it is feasible, I have to let it go.

"The Gods and Demons, the Heavenly Demons, the Primordial..."

An Qisheng's mind was condensed. This was the first time he had fully seen the Earth Immortal Dao, or the past of the Emperor Heaven Realm.

Boom!

At a certain moment, there was a dull thunder in the night, rumbling and shaking, thousands of miles away, but it alerted this ancient city~lightnovelpub.net~Welfare] Send you a cash red envelope! Follow vx public [Book Friends Base Camp] to get it!

唳~~~

Immediately, a high-pitched cry resounded through the sky.

Under the darkness of night, a peacock with gorgeous wings, dazzling colors, and strong vigor came from the south. Sway under the endless divine light.

"King Peacock!"

Some people in the ancient city exclaimed, some people were shocked, and some people fled, but more people approached this ancient house.

slap~

In the ancient house, startled by the birdsong, Zeng Yan's pen trembled and disappeared after the "Emperor Contest".

"Maybe it's the will of God that I can't go against my ancestors.

The old man sighed in his heart.

Looking up at the peacock who came from the south, with a high breath and a resolute expression, he said loudly, "I don't know if the Peacock King is coming, what's the important thing?"

"My brother was killed by your Confucian disciple!"

A sharp but not harsh chirping resounded through the night, but it was full of coldness and coldness: "When the eighty cities are swallowed, the Confucian disciples will send my brother's spirit!"

Huhuhu~

Amidst the whistling of the sound waves, a gust of wind suddenly erupted between the heavens and the earth.

Thousands and tens of thousands of miles away, the earth is filled with flying sand and rocks, and under the gust of wind, countless mud and sand rise into the sky.

Even the entire ancient city was trembling and roaring, and the formation under the outer cloth seemed to have no effect at all.

Before he could finish his words, tens of thousands of people in the city crashed through houses and flew into the sky, as if they were about to throw themselves into the mouth of the peacock.

"How dare you do this?!"

Zeng Yan was enraged, and with a long shout, it seemed that a Tianhe appeared between the heavens and the earth.

On that day, the river was flooded with light, its shape was majestic like a dragon, and its aura seemed to light up the whole night. All the people flying in the sky were wrapped in the long river and returned to the city.

"The great river of Confucianism? Zeng Yan, just relying on your broken and ruined stream, you want to stop this king?!"

With a long cry, the Peacock King cut through the void for thousands of miles, and a hazy five-color light appeared on the wings, and it was about to brush down the long river.

"Five-color divine light..."

An Qisheng, who was staring at this scene, couldn't help but move in his heart. Although this five-color divine light was immature, its essence was somewhat lacking, and it was not much different from the five divine lights formed by his five-qi Chaoyuan...

Many of his previous speculations seemed to be confirmed.

"Five-color divine light?! The Peacock King actually mastered the five-color divine light?!"

"No, that's not right! This is the little Five Elements Divine Light."

Some Confucian disciples were horrified.

I don't know how many great magical powers appeared in the battle of the sky, but the five-color divine light must be the best among them. Although this divine light has only one point of essence, it is already indescribably strong.

Comparable with it, apart from Confucianism, there is only the same unpredictable Yin and Yang Qi.

There are also Confucian disciples who are excited and have the determination to win the vast river.

Just, beyond anyone's expectations.

This brush failed.

The mighty river, when the five-colored divine light whizzed to and fro, actually disappeared.

"The ancestor and the noble ancestor are also called Erkong. They once had the friendship of fighting side by side. The vast river is so vast, how can it be right with the five-colored divine light?"

Zeng Yan took back the vast river and looked at the Peacock King who spread his wings and sighed in his heart.

Once upon a time, the two clans of human and monster could still fight side by side, although there was discord, but it was innocuous after all.

Although the relationship between Confucianism and the Peacock Clan is not very good, it is not to the level of life and death as it is today.

"Dare to mention the ancestors?"

The Peacock King raised his neck and screamed, as if extremely angry, shaking the sky: "How can a sour and rotten scholar be compared with my ancestors? Do you want to live above my ancestors?"

boom!

The wind was raging, the ground in the city shook, and many houses swayed and collapsed.

Many Confucian disciples were urging their magical powers to protect the city, and when they heard these words, they couldn't help but burst into anger: "Those who are covered in hair and horns are not worthy of the name of my master!"

"Wait for death!"

The Peacock King jumped like thunder, spread his wings and set off a frenzy in the sky, and slammed down in the boundless thunder and lightning, and he would destroy the entire city.

"enough!"

Zeng Yan gave a cold drink, suppressing the riots in the city, and the whole person rose into the air, rushing towards the Peacock King at a seemingly slow but fast speed.

boom!

A shocking roar rang out.

Zeng Yan was wearing the five-color divine light, but he had no resistance at all to the five-color divine light that covered him, allowing it to drown himself.

"you?"

The Peacock King looked at the old man in astonishment.

"Five-color divine light is worthy of the unparalleled divine power, the small five-element divine light with only one trace of true meaning is already so amazing..."

Among the five colors, Zeng Yan sensed the changes in his body, and his expression was calm and calm: "Your brother was killed by a Confucian sect. As the master of the Confucian sect, I think it is enough to pay for my life."

His deadline is approaching, and he has no time to explore what happened, and he does not want to kill the peacock king to increase the hatred between human and monster.

"I only hope that the Peacock King will not kill him~lightnovelpub.net~ so as not to desecrate the struggles of your ancestors..."

Under the astonished gaze of the Peacock King, he slowly closed his eyes and let the five-color divine light brush them into it.

"teacher!"

"granduncle!"

"Brother Zeng!"

.....

唳~~~

Crying, exclaiming, and the sound of a high-pitched scream resounded for a while.

Immediately, many pictures began to fade, and finally, like a piece of porcelain falling to the ground, it was completely shattered and turned into countless streamers.

Submerged into An Qisheng's heart.

.........

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