In Weidu, above the sky, the nine-layered cloud platform is like a petal, blooming slowly.

A blood-colored bell tower appeared in Yuntaichung.

The famous scholars of the Great Wei Dynasty were romantic and focused on the use of elegance, elegance, architecture, clothing, etc., and preferred to use light colors such as blue, white, gray, etc. The color of blood, which was considered unlucky by the famous scholars of the Great Wei Dynasty, was only used in the most urgent letters of the military.

The entire Wei capital only has this bell tower built during the founding of the country, which uses a little blood color.

The bell tower shook slightly, and a low bell sound came out loud, turning into invisible ripples, quickly sweeping through the entire territory of the Wei Dynasty.

On the extremely distant southwest side of the Great Wei Dynasty, on the grassland, there were large groups of sheep running like white clouds, running on the green grassland. The beautiful girl in gorgeous clothes rode on a horse, waving her whip, and driving the flock.

A large group of burly men riding horses, shouting loudly, waving their horse poles, and chasing a group of wild horses that emerged from somewhere in the distance.

The big men laughed loudly, and a burly man smiled loudly at a tall, thin, fair boy: "Little boy, be careful, don't let the Wild Horse King kick you..."

The young man with fair skin and delicate skin, like these men, was bare-handed, waving a horse pole that was about the same thickness as his arms... Amid the teasing and laughing of the big men, the young man rode hard, and his handsome face was filled with the charming glory of vitality.

When the bell came, the boy who had been living in this nomadic tribe for several years, and the young man who was almost regarded as his family by the tribe's people suddenly stiffened.

He raised his head and looked towards Weidu.

In the horrifying and terrifying eyes of those big men, the young man emitted a trace of golden light, his body expanded to a hundred feet in size, and he rushed straight to the sky with a "huh".

"I, Xiahou Rulong, announced that this time, it will be my eternal shelter." The fair young man bowed his head and smiled and nodded to the nomadic girls who were equally stunned: "Wait for me, my promise will not change, I will come to marry you... I have said that the current God Emperor will be our witness!"

Xiahou Rulong took one step, and each step spanned the territory of a state government. Each step left a huge golden footprint in the void, and then walked towards Weidu step by step.

In the southwest of the Great Wei Dynasty, there is a huge lake. In the lakeside fishing village, in a simple thatched cottage, with long hair and white beards as white as silver on the chest. The old man with a steady and solemn breath is holding a book in his right hand, holding a ruler in his left hand, and shaking his head and reciting the poems.

"The sound of wind and rain comes at night..."

The old master stretched out his voice and recited one by one.

"The sound of wind and rain comes at night..."

In the thatched cottage, there were about a hundred children gathered together in seven or eight nearby fishing villages holding the scroll of the book made of wooden pieces, and in the loudest voice, imitating the old master's appearance, shaking his head and following him to recite word by word.

"How many flowers fall..."

The old master smiled and nodded vigorously.

Beautiful, beautiful, such a beautiful poem, simple, but timeless... There is a great power that penetrates the soul.

The old master closed his eyes slightly, and two tears dripped from the corners of his big eyes and slowly flowed down his smooth cheeks. Every time he recited these poems that had been preserved from the age of ancient mythology, the old man was moved to tears.

He seemed to be able to see the great and majestic existences standing at the peak of the text through these words.

"How many flowers fall..."

The children also shook their heads and recited poems with immersive faces.

Outside the thatched hut, under the rows of thatched huts, there were huge stone slabs neatly lined up. Dozens of older fishing village boys were holding brushes and slashing on the stone slabs, dipped in clear water and copying books.

Copying can not only deepen memory, but also exercise calligraphy.

His handwriting is like his own person. A man with a literary spirit must be upright and handsome.

Therefore, the old Master studied here for decades. No matter how high or low the current level of the official position, everyone has a good calligraphy that is extremely vulgar in nearby prefectures and counties.

The old master put down the book, looked at the children in the hut with a smile, and then looked at the boy under the hut.

No matter when, the inheritance of civilization... the beauty of words, the soul of words... The old master has lived for many years, many years. In his early years, he would still intrigue with others because of women, power, wealth, family interests, etc.

But gradually, he discovered the true pure ultimate beauty and power of the world.

So he wandered around the world, set up studies everywhere, passed on his writing and civilization to these children at the bottom of society.

After thousands of years of running around, I studied dozens of places. Before I knew it, the old Master's mood soared, his strength soared, and his mood became more and more calm and humble...

There was an inexplicable aura brewing in my heart. The old master had realized that perhaps the "Haoran righteousness" that had never been cultivated by anyone in the founding of the Great Wei Kingdom for countless years.

With the way in front of me, every cell in my old master felt great joy.

A faint bell sound came, and the clouds in the sky suddenly became a little bloody.

The old master's face suddenly changed. He looked up at the sky, slowly took out a volume of books from his sleeve, and placed it solemnly on the simple wooden table in front of him.

He reminded the two disciples who had been accepted by him over the years: "Precaution the children and let them study hard... In this world, fighting and killing is not the right way. The way is in the book and in the heart."

"Remember, remember, if a person does not die, he must study."

"Reading can make one understand the truth and see the nature. The reason why the human race transcends animals and becomes the leader of all spirits is because of reading."

"So, no matter whether it is wind or rain outside, no matter whether it is swords and guns, arrows and rain, reading, and passing the books down." The old master stood up and nodded to the two a little at a loss of time: "I, Kong Chengqi."

With a wave of her sleeve, a burst of literary and ink aura rushed to the sky. The old master looked towards Weidu and said in a low voice: "No matter what, my bookstore is there, no one can touch his piece of paper."

As the wind blows, the shadows disperse, and the old master has long disappeared.

On the other side of this lake, the city has flourished in a newly opened state of the Great Wei for only two hundred years. Countless caravans were bustling, coming and going in and out of the prefecture city, bringing countless people and countless money.

At the core of the city, on the nine-story white jade platform, an 18-story brass restaurant is full of gold, standing on the white jade platform with dazzling gold. The restaurant is shaped like a tower, with a strong momentum.

Occasionally, giant beasts in the sea attacked, and dragon whales that wanted to attack their boats, or attack them on the boats. These men waved their hands and let the giant beasts of tens of feet large collapse instantly.

"Go and rest, can there be fairy mountains overseas?" A man with messy hair stood naked on the bow of the boat and shouted loudly: "Is there a fairy above the fairy mountains? That fairy may hold the pipa and dance wildly?"

"What's so wonderful about this world?"

"Where did the gods come from?"

"Who opened this day? Who built this place?"

"Why are the sun, moon and stars as false as shadows? Why are the heaven, earth and universe like curtains that make me unable to see it clearly?"

"God... answered me... what kind of face do you have?"

"I want to go to heaven, I want to go to the earth, to the vast and blue sky, and to the end of the underworld... Sooner or later, I will see you clearly. Sooner or later, I will see through your face seriously..."

The other six men clapped in unison, stamped their feet, and exclaimed loudly.

"How might God be so magnificent... If God is a human, can he marry? Haha, sooner or later, I will question God in person..."

A group of people were dancing around the demons, saying some hysterical rebellious words, and a bell rang over slowly.

The movements of the seven people were stiff at the same time.

They raised their heads and looked towards Weidu.

"Why did the battle to destroy the country... come to this?"

The seven people looked at each other, and then shook their heads unwillingly: "It's a pity, pitiful, it's a pity that gathered the power of the seven families, and finally spent three thousand years to build this sea-crossing god boat. I want to go to the other end of the sea to look carefully and search for the legendary fairy mountain on the sea... But what... the world is hard to leave, and the family is hard to abandon..."

An old man with a long beard with a furry face and his beard dragged straight to his lower abdomen shouted loudly: "Who dares to disturb my elegant mood... should be killed!"

The seven people shouted wildly at the same time, put away the giant tower ship, and smashed the dragon whale on the tow with one palm, turning it into seven murderous flames that rushed straight into Weidu.

In the capital of Wei, countless people set up incense tables, incense burners, lit incense, offering sacrifices, worshiping them to the sky.

A huge figure of a god rushed back to Weidu from all directions. The laws of heaven and earth they comprehended were different, and the changes in the celestial phenomena they brought were also different.

Sometimes there are lightning and thunder, sometimes there are strong winds and rains, sometimes there are clouds and clouds, sometimes golden flowers fall from the sky...

Gods walked directly into the imperial city, and a huge thatched hut was built above the imperial city, and huge chairs were set up below.

A god with huge figure sat upright on a big chair, emitting terrifying mana fluctuations covering all directions. The mana fluctuations of a god can easily cover a state. The mana fluctuations of ten gods can fit together and cover the territory of dozens of states.

One after another, they kept coming, and they sat under the thatched hut without saying a word, their eyes were like lightning, looking down at the four directions.

When thousands of gods gathered together, their magic power fluctuated as vast as the sea, completely covering the entire territory of the Great Wei.

The celestial phenomena above the Great Wei Dynasty were completely changed, and all the changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons were destroyed. In the sky of all the states of the Great Wei Dynasty, there was only a transparent blue sky like washed blue crystal. There was no cloud in the blue sky.

The Great Wei royal family, more than a hundred clans, gathered in total, 1,138 gods!

A loud bang rose into the sky.

On the heads of six gods born in the Great Wei royal family, six innate spiritual treasures at the level of the country-controlling artifacts flew up, emitting infinite light and illuminating the void, making the void colorful, as wonderful as a kaleidoscope.

"Qingqiu, it should be destroyed."
Chapter completed!