As soon as you say it, if someone else is on the side, you will definitely exclaim that it is really a great supernatural power!

The dragon vein of the world out of Kunlun, and the Kunlun ancestral dragon can be divided into three branches, among which the north trunk from the Western Regions through the wild land outside the pass, go Taihang into the north of Youzhou, and then enter the sea from Xianbei Baitou Mountain, this vein ups and downs, there are eternal and indefatigable phases, so the barbarians entrenched outside the plug have ups and downs, and the past dynasties are the fierce enemies of the Central Plains Dynasty.

The second south trunk in the land of Yunnan zigzag extends, the night Lang, through the Guiling, into the nine mountains and then to the Jingyang two states, and finally in Suzhou and Hangzhou into the East China Sea, the capital of the Dazhong Dynasty Tianjing sits on this vein faucet, the precious is unspeakable.

And the most noble trunk from the Qinling Mountains, go to the Taihang Mountain, all the way along the Yellow River through the Central Plains, and finally converge in the Bohai Sea, this vein has both majestic and calm and light changes, the most is the root of the rise of the Central Plains Dynasty. Along the way, Luoyang, Chang'an, Kaifeng and other places are all the capitals of successive dynasties, and several great dynasties in the Central Plains were born.

Emperor Taizu, the founder of the Dazhong Dynasty of that year, immediately set foot on the world, did not believe in the Mandate of Heaven to return to one like a number of wefts, was originally the capital of Qingzhou to raise troops, who would have thought that since then Qingzhou three years of drought and rebellion, rebellion in all directions, in the end even the majestic Emperor Taizu had to obey, under the guidance of the master moved the capital to Nangan Tianjing, which is now such a rich treasury and rich people.

And in the land of Shu since ancient times, there are sages who have said that although there are many mountains, there are no dragons, and the luck is not enough to become an emperor.

Since there is no dragon in Jiao, then I will use the wealth of Shu to open a dragon!

In addition to the two people present, there are only two or three people in the world, the study of Xiangwei is the study of the king, and ordinary people only say that King Li sincerely wants to dig a mountain to build a Buddha, how can they know that it is such a big project against the sky!

But as Tang Bin said, even if you raise a dragon vein, you can really change the world?

He Sui, who was aroused by this sentence, rose up angrily, his face was full of frost, and he said, "Does the prince still have another way?!" It was on his lips, but he couldn't say anything, and in the end he only swallowed it and smiled bitterly.

After all, he is the king, and I am the soldier.

Besides, even He Sui himself didn't dare to say that he would succeed, so how could he blame King Li for not believing it?

He Sui sighed, and suddenly felt that his strength was exhausted.

A hundred years of life, unsatisfactory eight or nine times out of ten, Shuzhong is a dead land, rather than sit still, how can He Sui, who is unwilling to be just a fish and meat, give up this seemingly ethereal but sometimes effective luck opportunity?

The dying people can't let go of a straw, not to mention that the rich and peaceful Shu still has the strength to fight?

Seeing King Li looking at himself with a shocked face, He Sui finally settled down, calmed down Fang Cai's excited expression, raised his hand lightly to pour tea for King Li, and sighed: "Lord, it is up to people to do things, and it is up to heaven to do your best, whether you can change the world's affairs depends on the will of heaven." ”

King Li was speechless, so he had to say: "Mr. lives up to my Tang Bin, and I will share it with Mr. Shudi." ”

Not far away, the sound of chanting Buddha came, calming people's hearts.

He Sui lowered his head and sneered.

He was a little tired of it, and he had heard it a hundred times and a thousand times.

He suddenly remembered the famous Mr. Wolong in history, who supported Shu with the same hand and tried to defy the sky in vain.

It's just that Mr. Wolong did his best to do everything, and in the end, he was fortunate to end up being admired by all the people. But he followed it and planned countless killings without King Li, and in the end, what kind of reputation can he wait for in the future after a hundred years?

Raising dragons and chiseling veins is a light thing to say, but if it is offered for countless hundreds of years, how can it be effective?

But can this world give Shu another hundred years?

He got up with his hands and looked at the faint star hanging in the northeast in the bright starry sky, a little dazed.

On the bank of the Yangtze River, above the ancient building, there is also a person looking up at the stars, dazed and hopeless.

It's just that the starry sky in Jingchu is darker than that in Shu.

The land of Jingchu has been outstanding since ancient times, and is known as "only Chu has talents".

And if you say which place in Jingchu is the most literati, it is Jiangcheng.

For no other reason, Qingcheng Academy, which is famous all over the world and full of peaches and plums, is located here.

There is no way to know when this Qingcheng Academy opened, but if you ask when the academy is at its peak, then you can talk about many different opinions with any student who has been drawn by the academy.

It is no wonder that Qingcheng Academy, which has been in the same name as the "Left and Right Courts" with hundreds of words and hundreds of years, has really had too many heydays.

The academy covers an area and is wide, including most of the river city, there is Qingchuan Pavilion in the northeast corner of the Yangtze River and is built to face the Yellow Crane Tower, there are tens of thousands of books in it, no matter ancient or modern, there are even many unique remnants of the palace that have not been kept in the palace, it is the place where the scholars of the world yearn for the first time.

And this person is one of the very few people who can still enter and leave the Qingchuan Pavilion at will after the closure of the pavilion.

This is not because of how valuable his status is, in fact, in Qingcheng Academy, no matter how prominent or poor your family is, as long as you pass the entrance examination once every three years and enter the academy as a scholar, then everyone is equal and academically high, even if the children of rich families are at most only more generous in their daily life, that's all.

However, if you complete your studies and go out of the mountains, there is still a world of difference between the children of the family and the bachelors of the poor family in the future.

This is true of everything in the world.

Therefore, Qingcheng Academy is known as 3,000 students studying in the same forest, most of which are mainly children from poor families, and the academy also mostly takes care of the livelihood of poor bachelors.

And this person is the Confucian official of the Qingchuan Pavilion of the Academy, who is responsible for the sorting and repair of the classics.

This is actually a chore, compared to the beauty of cleaning the house and tidying up the garden for the lecturer of the academy, and being fortunate enough to get close to those high-ranking scholars who are famous among the scholars of the world, the heavy and boring and unknown work of the Qingchuan Pavilion has always been the most unpopular among the students.

Therefore, since the last Confucian official was discharged from the hospital, there are thousands of books in the Qingchuan Pavilion, and every night there is only this lonely figure left, sorting out the precious classics that were messed up by many students during the day.

He didn't have to argue about such a trivial matter, let alone be able to be accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Book.

The night is quiet and the stars are full of books, isn't it the thing he yearns for the most when he is young and poor.

It's just that this kind of thing has been done for five years since he entered Qingcheng Academy.

He didn't know if he would have to do it for another five years.

Or maybe that's the case in this life.

Learn to become a literary and martial artist, and the goods are with the emperor's family.

There are too many people who can compete with the emperor, and in this academic background of Confucianism, who can notice a son of a poor family who deviates from the norm and neglects Confucianism?

The long night is long, silent all around, the bright moonlight is sprinkled, and the sound of the Yangtze River rolling can be faintly heard.

The man's eyes were faint, not sad or happy, staring at the world's first yellow crane tower across the river from the Qingchuan Pavilion.

There was a sound of climbing the stairs behind him, and the man turned around, and the melancholy of Fang Cai disappeared, and he smiled and walked towards the stairs.

I didn't see him, I heard it.

"Brother Ji Yan is here?"

An old man with a white head slowly climbed the steps, carrying a jar of wine in his hand, although he was old, he was in good spirits.

"The old man has come to you for a drink!"