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The old man's surname is Niu, called Niu Jianguo, a typical name with the color of the times. The pen "fun" pavilion www.biquge.info the old man happens to live on the sunny side of a big mountain, and the rural people are excited about feng shui and say that it is a habit to live since ancient times.

There are some mountains in southern Sichuan, which are still relatively high, and it is nine roads and eighteen bends, from the ravine, up to Niujian country, but they are all around the mountain road, all the way up, you can see a corner of the house of Niujian country at a glance, but because the road is not good to walk and it is dark, it is hard to walk for more than an hour.

It's like looking at the mountains and running dead horses.

The children in the city can't endure hardship, and they are even more afraid of the dark, making a fuss all the way, and for a while they regard the shadow of the tree as a ghost, and they are nervous, and for a while they regard the night wind passing over the mountain as a gust of cloudy wind, and a burst of screams. Although almost everyone in the group had a flashlight, it made everyone even more afraid of the boundless night.

There was no moon, only the infinite darkness and the sudden light of the flashlight. Zhou Cheng turned around and said, whoever is talking nonsense, let him go to the rear, and then throw Wang Jiang, the dared, to the back of the hall, and everyone will no longer shout and scream. I don't blame them, after all, it's this teacher who gave everyone a ghost lesson half a month ago.

Although the mountain road is far away, there is also an end. Niu Jianguo was originally going to his daughter's house to help with some farm work today, but when he came back, he happened to run into Zhou Cheng and his party of thirty people.

The bright light of Zhou Cheng and his party in the distance attracted the attention of Niu Jianguo's wife.

"Is it the child's father?" An old man's voice came, it was Niu Jianguo's wife.

"It's me!"

The group soon walked to the dam of the cattle country, which was used to dry grain and corn. A dim incandescent light on the eaves illuminated a group of people, and the figures swayed.

"Old cow, what are they?" When the old man saw that there were so many guests in the house at once, he hurriedly brought out all the chairs in the house, bamboo chairs and benches.

Niu Jianguo's house is a typical three-room house with mud walls and black tiles, and on one side of the house is a thatched hut, which is used to raise pigs and poultry and six livestock.

"These people are all scholars, students and teachers of Sichuan University!" Niu Jianguo stood aside and said with a smile, as if it was a pleasure for everyone to go to his house.

"Old man, I am also from Yibin, and everyone is a fellow countryman. I'm probably going to have to bother you for a few days! Zhou Cheng hurriedly introduced himself, but he didn't need any certificates or anything like that, the villagers were simple, whether they were good or bad, they could see the way by looking at their faces.

"Oh, yes, yes. Hello scholars! My grandson is going to take the college entrance examination next year, and I don't know if I can get in, you children are so good! When the old woman saw a group of first-year children, she looked like she saw her grandson ten miles away, and her face was loving.

"What to nag about. Go boil some water and make some tea for these kids! Then slaughter those chickens, you are a guest from afar, and you can't suffer these children. ”

Niu Jianguo glared at his wife, and the old woman had to turn around and go back and start a fire to cook tea.

"No, they all have something to eat!" Zhou Cheng thought to himself, which of those little ghosts didn't bring a big bag to eat, and a few even brought field military rations.

"Where is this okay, the children are growing their bodies, and they can't be bitter to the children. Why is the older generation working hard? Isn't it for the younger generation to have a good life? ”

Niu Jianguo's stubbornness made Zhou Cheng fall into contemplation. Yes, why is the older generation working hard? Isn't it all for their children? Of course, some people are for their children, but there are definitely countless people who would rather die themselves than have a happy life for thousands of children.

Why do you work hard? Is it all about finding the opportunity for preaching that is more ethereal than a clue, and then lying high in the nine clouds? Do the avenue that is indestructible and indestructible, and controls all things? And then wait for others to worship every day? Then watch other people's lives and deaths every day, and be the so-called master yourself.

No, by no means! Although this is the extremely poor Niu family in front of him, in the period of the saint before him, maybe not even as good as ants, but they all have their own way, they all have their own lives, and they really belong to their own lives. Instead of being a ruthless and desireless stone all day long. They are kind, selfless, and they can think for others.

Many years ago, Zhou Cheng heard that the greatest people are those who can sacrifice for others. At that time, Zhou Cheng just smiled, a person can't even guarantee his own life, how to take care of others. If a person can't even guarantee three meals a day, how can he help others? To sacrifice for others, then who sacrifices for themselves? However, the old man's simple words were like a hammer hitting Zhou Cheng's heart. No matter how great you are, what can you do? What can you do if you are invincible? As a kind of life, the existence of the pinnacle must affect others.

If you are not an ordinary person, you should have a kind of self-awareness, a kind of people who are related to you, those who are worthy of taking care of yourself, live a better life, at least let them not have too much regret and helplessness in their lives. Although regret is also a beauty in life, when this regret is magnified into pain, it is a tragedy for mortals.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, of course, if you are lucky to be shit, and tomorrow you will bump into the opportunity of the Dao Mixed Yuan Avenue, then you will pat your ass and leave? Or wipe out all the enemies who don't like it with a single slap?

It's all. The Great Dao will not let himself be so simple to preach is one of them, and he doesn't want to live that kind of bastard life, which is also the main reason. And he had a bad premonition that the world was not the same as before, completely different. At least, for his current cultivation at the peak of the Transformation Stage, the world was full of mysteries.

Maybe if other saints knew that Zhou Cheng was here to worry about his people, they might laugh at him and run around for a group of ants, but they didn't think that Zhou Cheng himself was once an ant.

Could it be that when the ants grow up, they will deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors, and become another so-called thief saint who bullies and despises ants?

No, never. Where is my ambition gone? Where did it go? Where is the ambition to smash all the thieves to death with bricks and burgeons? Where is the courage to call the shots of the Terrans? Where is the psychology of benefiting those who are destined for themselves? Could it be that I, Zhou Cheng, have become a machine? A machine that only knows how to ramble along the road and wait for an opportunity to become a bigger thief?

Some people say that life is for death, so is his own return just to pat his ass and leave? No, absolutely not!!

Zhou Cheng's eyes seemed to flash those people from the Lich Clan, and it seemed to flash the desperate faces of the first battle of Wuzhuang Guan, and seemed to remember the desperate eyes of the former emperor of Wuzhuang Guan. The emperor of the year has become a noble existence like the three emperors and five emperors, and the desperate girl back then is gone. The countless pairs of desperate eyes of other clansmen, to be precise, what can the children of China hope for without the eyes of despair? Is it mercy? Is it charity? Or a myriad of indifferent eyes?

The hundred-year rebellion, the tens of millions of dead resentful spirits, is it damned? Even more shameful, in the end, nominally victorious, but not a penny of war reparations. And that's not all, those who have died countless people who have died in torture and murder deserve to die? Those pregnant women, children, old people, are all damned?

They don't deserve to die, but none of them can stand up and speak for them. Today, when we talk about peace and friendship, their deaths have been forgotten by countless people, no one pities them, and even the vast majority of people do not mourn them.

In fact, these unjust souls, maybe all they want is an apology. However, that so-called great country, that so-called neighborly and friendly neighbor with a strip of water, still does not admit that war, and still fabricates facts and shirks responsibility.

As soon as Zhou Cheng closed his eyes, the hundreds of thousands of unjust souls in Nanjing flashed in front of him, and he remembered the tragedy of the slaughter of Lushun, and remembered the countless soldiers who went forward and died without complaint. But no one remembers them, they are all talking about forgetting the past and joining hands with the future.

Hand in hand for a fart. History is advancing in repetition, and a nation that forgets history is tantamount to committing suicide by taking medicine and slowing down the surname. You sing carols for them today, and maybe tomorrow it will be your turn to be thrown down by them with a bayonet. You go after their goods today, and that factory can be converted into a military factory tomorrow, and with the profits you provide, you can build a gun, a bullet. This is by no means alarmist.

China has kept a low profile for too long, and even the people have been confused for too long. The Vietnam War did not wake up the people, countless diplomatic incidents did not wake up the people, the robbery of the Diaoyu Islands, the occupation of the Nansha and Xisha Islands, the bombing of the embassy of the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia did not wake up the people, and the Indonesian massacre in '98 still did not wake up the people.

Zhou Cheng has seen an epitaph: At first they chased and killed [***], I am not [***], I don't speak; Then they hunted down the Jews, and I was not a Jew, and I did not speak; After that they hunted down the union members, I was not a union member, and I continued not to speak; Then they hunted down Catholics, and I wasn't a Catholic, and I still didn't speak; Eventually, they came to me, and no one stood up to speak for me anymore.

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but secretly clenched his fists, as long as Zhou Cheng did not have the Great Dao erased from this world, then he must make the Chinese nation stronger, so strong that no one dared to insult her. What if you are a saint? Who said that a saint must be a bastard who forgets his roots? It is precisely because I am a saint, although I do not have the ability to destroy the world with my hands and feet, that I have to do everything I want to do, so that I can live freely, freely, and contentmently.

The students all looked at the teacher who was standing there fixedly, looking at the night sky motionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking, the students who stood close could see Zhou Cheng's eyes flashing through the dim light, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Gah! Ga! The sound of killing ducks and chickens in the house woke up Zhou Cheng.

"The road of the avenue also depends on epiphany!" Zhou Cheng felt that he had completely entered the early stage of returning to the void, and there was a subtle change in Taoism, through the faint Hongjun prohibition in the Yuan Shen, Zhou Cheng could feel that those Dao became extremely clear. Perhaps today's epiphany would be a good start. On the one hand, it is the most ordinary mortal life, and even the modern life that he is very familiar with, but on the other hand, he is a cultivator, and at the same time, he is a little weird, but he lets Zhou Cheng know that the road he wants to take is by no means the same as others.

Zhou Cheng smiled, waved his hand, and said:

"Students, you can go in and help light the fire. Others go pitch tents! The teacher has decided that you will have a surprise! ”

After speaking, Zhou Cheng rolled up his sleeves and went in to help Uncle Niu fiddle with the duck, plucking and stripping his belly.

"Teacher. You, you don't have to do it, how bad! Uncle Niu was afraid that the feathers on the chickens and ducks would stain this learned university teacher, so he said with some embarrassment.

Zhou Cheng shook his head and said, "Life is lived by yourself, and you can't be happy if you are pampered, right?" Old man! ”

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Uncle Niu grinned widely, and he felt that this teacher seemed to have become more approachable.

The dinner was very rich, after all, it was the only few chickens and ducks in Uncle Niu's house, and they were fried with pickled peppers, and the students loved it very much. With their own convenient cups, everyone brought their own drinks or tea, and went to salute Uncle Niu and the two old mouths.

A simple, kind person, no matter how badly dressed, no matter how shabby, no matter how uneducated, he is also a person worthy of everyone's respect.

"Sleep now. Tomorrow, there will be a lot of wonderful things for you to see. Zhou Cheng gave an order, and drove the students into the tent to sleep, and also urged the two simple old men who were not worried about whether the students slept well to make Zhou Chengdu ashamed to go to sleep.

Looking at the boundless night sky, Zhou Cheng knew that tonight, a very ordinary day, but he made himself diligent, although it was still a period of returning to the void. Zhou Cheng felt that he did not take a scoop of water on the way to the Tao, but dug out a spring...... Slowly, Zhou Cheng felt that there seemed to be a lot of weird things lurking in the dim night sky tonight, although he had already calculated from the innate gossip that there would be some weird changes in the hanging coffins of the servants (bo) in the past few days, so he brought the students here, and he didn't want to even feel weird things in his Dao heart now.

"If you have something to do, it's okay to count it!" Zhou Cheng casually applied a hypnotic technique to all the people, including the old man in the house, and sat on the ground, and then put out the innate yin and yang gossip. He originally took advantage of the profound Taoism, although he couldn't use it completely, but it was much more effective than other people's broken hexagrams.

"I see!" Zhou Cheng looked up at the pitch-black night sky, and finally saw that tonight it turned out to be the black dog swallowing the moon that represented the night of extreme yin in the hexagram, second only to the legendary tengu swallowing the moon.

After a few circles around the Niu family's house, Zhou Cheng clapped his hands, and finally set up a defensive array, tonight is destined to be extraordinary, and he is busy.

After setting up the defensive array, Zhou Cheng slapped a Dao trick on himself, hid his figure, and secretly hid in the mustard seeds, and sprayed a mouthful of true yuan on the door, and suddenly turned into a pitch-black Qigu long sword.

Because he couldn't control the clouds, Zhou Cheng could only use the sword technique in the qi imperial object, and as soon as the flying sword was sacrificed, it flew to Zhou Cheng's right hand side, sending out a burst of black light, and the flying sword stood vertically, which can be regarded as the imperial sword technique. Otherwise, standing on the flying sword stupidly, he will not be regarded as an upstart. In this way, Zhou Cheng put his hands behind his back, the flying sword stood vertically on the right hand side, and the whole person stood like a loose and flew straight out.

Soon arrived at the eagle's beak rock that Niu Jianguo pointed out to Zhou Cheng, and Zhou Cheng couldn't help but be surprised when he saw it. This is not an earthly place. Pinching his fingers and repeatedly calculating the position of the heavens and the earth, with the evolution and change of the stars in the hexagram, of course, Zhou Cheng can sense the position of the stars in the sky, not that he can't feel the position of the stars in the night.

"What a place of great ferocity and bliss. Where is the power of the eagle's beak, it is clearly the place where the dragon swallows the moon. Zhou Chengyun was able to see the entire eagle's beak rock, standing abruptly high, higher than all around, and a mountain range at the tail winding to a distance that was difficult to see. And the highest part of the cliff that looks like an eagle's beak is faintly facing the direction of his home. If there is a moon at this time, you can definitely see that the moon seems to be falling into the eagle's beak. No, it fell into the mouth of the divine dragon that Zhou Cheng said.

Zhou Cheng circled around the mountain, which was composed entirely of white hard rocks, and couldn't help but affirm his judgment. The cliff on the yang side is a blessed place, and the cliff on the yin side is the hexagram of the extreme yin.

However, after Zhou Cheng took a look, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "There are strange things every year, and there are a lot of them this year." ”

It turned out that in Zhou Cheng's eyes, there were only a few pieces of wood scattered on the Yang side of the Extremely Blessed Sun, and it was conceivable that the coffin placed on the wood had already been pushed down, and even a few coffins that could not even climb the place were pushed down. And the yin side of the great evil of the extreme yin is densely hung with coffins, and what surprises Zhou Cheng even more is that each coffin is faintly in line with Zhou Tianxingdou's position, and there is no vacant position, and there are a few coffins that look like small star-fighting positions are empty, and it seems that they haven't had time to fill up.

And in this coffin on the dark side, Zhou Chengdu sensed the same breath, definitely not the breath of an ordinary dead person, and couldn't help but be angry: "Who is so shameless? What do you want to do when you put all the coffins in a fierce place? After speaking, Zhou Cheng's consciousness moved, and he hurriedly stood incognito to a bulge on the cliff, like a cliff pine.

Because in the distance, several figures are flying towards this side...... Kong Xuan of the Earth Immortal Realm was cultivating with his eyes closed, and suddenly a boy came in and reported: "Master Zhangjiao, there is a person outside who asks to see." ”

After pinching his hands, Kong Xuan nodded and said, "Go and invite Judge Chiyou to come in, don't be lazy!" ”

(To be continued)