"This story is purely fictional and does not conform to any historical facts. If there is any similarity, it is purely a dream."

Ren Zhen felt very tired.

Walking in a white fog, aimless, this made him, who had been exhausted, feel extremely empty.

He was about to stop and sit there for a while, but he found that his feet did not obey him at all, and he ran forward as fast as he could, not knowing where he was going.

Mountains and rivers roar and retreat below.

The years are like the wind in my heart.

……

East, Linzi City.

A large group of purple-robed students with bamboo slips in their hands rushed out of Jimen and walked out of the city with great interest.

Their young faces all exude vigor and vigor, especially those eyes, which are full of eagerness and excitement.

"Which gentleman is lecturing today?"

"It is said that Mr. Gongsun of a famous family!"

"Mr. Gongsun is as clever as a tongue, very good at sophistry, and can surprise everyone every time. Let's hurry up, there will definitely be a good show! ”

This group of people walked past Ren Zhen, but no one looked at him, ignoring him as if he were air.

Ren Zhen scratched his head and muttered, "Mr. Gongsun? Where am I? ”

He was suspicious, and the next moment, the surrounding scenery changed suddenly, and he was already on a high platform.

Below, many students were looking up at him, their eyes were blazing, and some of them were even blushing and holding their sleeves.

He was frightened, thinking that this was going to be a group fight, and hurriedly retreated, when a voice sounded from behind him.

"Then I have to ask Mr. Gongsun, white horses are not horses, but what?"

When Ren Zhen heard this, he was shocked again, this question seems to be a little familiar.

"Yes!"

He hurriedly turned around, only to see a man in white get up, staring at him and sneering, his eyes shining.

Ren Zhen was stunned, but your brother-in-law, why are you staring at me!

At this time, the voice just now sounded again, "What? ”

The man in white looked calm and replied with a smile: "Horse, so the shape of life is also." The white one, so the color of life is also ......"

Ren Zhen stood between the two of them, listening to their eloquent talk, and then realized that he was like an invisible, unnoticed by everyone around him.

"No, my Heavenly Eye can only make others invisible, not to myself," he scratched his head and suddenly woke up, "Is it ...... Am I dreaming? ”

The voice of the man who had just asked the question rang out again.

"Mr. Gongsun is false. There are white horses, but there are no horses. It can't be said that there are no horses......"

Ren Zhen looked at this person, frowned and muttered, "Listening to their debate, it seems that they are discussing white horses and non-horses?" Isn't that the sophistry put forward by the famous Gongsun Long 800 years ago? ”

At this moment, the man in white said proudly: "My grandson Long never said that he missed it!" Listen to me! Ask for horses, yellow and black horses can cause ......"

Ren Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly, and his jaw almost dropped, this person was actually Gongsun Long!

"Eight hundred years ago! I'm back at the beginning of the spring and autumn! ”

He looked around, glanced at the full room, and finally understood where this was.

Jixia School Palace, the starting point of a hundred schools of thought.

……

South, Yingcheng.

Ren Zhen appeared in a palace.

There were three people in the courtroom, one man in royal robes sitting on top of it, and the other two sitting opposite each other.

The short-haired old man on the left, with a cloth shirt and straw shoes, looked like a dusty man, as if he had just arrived from afar.

He stood up and saluted, and said to the middle-aged man on his right: "There are insulters in the north, and I am willing to borrow my son to kill them!" ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he was silent, obviously displeased, but he endured it in front of the king and did not have a seizure.

At this time, Ren Zhen sat on the steps of the royal court, watching this scene with cold eyes, with a sigh of embarrassment.

He had read the 800-year history of the Spring and Autumn Period, and naturally knew that the allusion that was being staged in front of him was the famous battle between Mozi and the public.

At that time, Mozi had not yet become a saint, and in order to prevent an unjust war, he traveled thousands of miles to fight with the male loser, and blocked thousands of attacks from the prince with a strong defense, so that the king gave up the idea of conquest.

It is this battle that is famous all over the world.

Ren Zhen is no stranger to the process of this fight, but when he witnessed this scene, he deeply realized that history only pays attention to the result and does not care about the process.

The world only knows that Mozi won, and who will remember how hard it was for him to win and leave multiple wounds. Who remembers how arrogant and contemptuous the king was when he granted his request?

These are not seen from the history books, and they are also the most valuable wealth of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Before the court, the fierce battle between Mozi and Gong's loser had just begun.

Ren Zhen stood up, unwilling to look any further, his mind moved slightly, and disappeared from this history.

"Rest in peace seniors, the Mo family will not be cut off!"

……

In this dream, he traveled in the spring and autumn and read the ups and downs of all countries.

In this dream, he swept the world and enjoyed countless romances.

With the advancement of time, he walked through seven hundred and twenty years, following the memories told by Liao Rushen, and continued to travel, getting closer and closer to the current mainland era.

He came to Xichu, in the Cangwu Sword Sect, thousands of disciples stood in the square, practicing the Autumn Frost Sword Technique, which was uniform and shocking.

He suddenly remembered that he had read "Autumn Frost Scroll" in Guiyun Pavilion, so he silently recited his heart formula, and followed the other disciples to cross the sword, swing the sword, and split the sword together......

After learning the Autumn Frost Roll, he went to Qianqin, to Eastern Wu, and to all the ruins of the Sword Sect that had ever existed in the world.

In those places, he was immersed in the scene, and finally had the opportunity to seriously comprehend the three thousand sword scriptures and turn them into his true wealth.

This dream not only dreamed of "Spring and Autumn", but also dreamed of the rise and fall of kendo.

This dream is a combination of Confucianism and swords, and the pen and sword write Spring and Autumn!

At this moment, he still couldn't realize that with the deepening of his understanding, in the outside world, the qi in his body was constantly soaring.

At the same time, the qilin blood that had been sucked into his body began to dissolve, truly injected into the meridians, and his cultivation was gradually climbing.

Three realms in the middle of the grade.

Three realms of the highest quality.

The three realms are complete.

……

In the end, he finally went to the place he wanted to go the most and dared not go to the most.

Twenty years ago.

West of Chang'an City.

In a small courtyard, on the swing, a woman in Tsing Yi was holding swaddling clothes in her arms, swaying under the gentle swaying of the man's strong arms, with a happy smile on her cheeks.

A family of three, happy and happy.

The swings creaked, and time seemed to freeze.

He will always remember this picture.

He walked up to the couple and stretched out his trembling hands to touch their cheeks, but the transparent body passed through them, cruelly rejecting even such a simple wish.

His eyes were already red.

He silently accompanied the man, father and son, just as tall. It would be nice to be able to really stand together.

At this time, the woman smiled brightly and turned to look at the man, as if she was also looking at their son many years later.

This laugh is endlessly warm and heartbreaking.

"Tianxing, what should our baby be called?"

The man's brows condensed slightly, he thought seriously, and then laughed heartily.

"I hope he can be willful and naïve, let's call him Ren Zhen!"

At this moment, Ren Zhen squatted down and burst into tears.

"Dad, mother......"