The cold wind was howling outside, and the winter snow had not yet melted away, piled up in the corner, this was a small school, only five or six big houses, Tang Li sat in the hall in a daze at the moment, and sat on the last seat, just like a schoolboy who was studying.

In front of him, there were already twenty-four people kneeling and waiting, as if waiting for someone, some of them old and some of them young, some of them were sitting in a precarious position, and some of them were holding books and reading silently.

Some of them are richly dressed, some are dressed in burlap clothes, and although it is cold outside, there is floor heating inside the house, and charcoal fires are burning under the mezzanine, so that students can study quietly.

But everyone is very serious at the moment, as if something is going to happen today.

"Where is this?"

Tang Li turned his head with a blank in his eyes and looked outside the house, there was a not-so-tall osmanthus tree in the yard, which had just pulled out new shoots.

The undulating houses in the distance are all thatched roofs, and the style of the buildings looks ancient and reveals a wild smell, with the simplicity of the tribal era and the prosperity of the civilization era.

This is a period of drastic change, and the human race is moving from ignorance and barbarism to a new era.

The noise on the street is the Xun language with ancient rhyme, the language closest to the spiritual language, which is called Yayan, and in the era of Tang Li, only the Qing doctor, as well as the ancient witch family, monks, know how to speak this ancient Xun language.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The leather drums were beating loudly, and there were loud chantings, and if you listened quietly, it seemed that you could hear thousands of people dancing the sacrificial dance, and Tang Li could even feel that they were moving forward with exaggerated steps, carrying the tall statue of the witch god.

This sacrificial ceremony is full of savage atmosphere, and the sacrificial words carry the heavy flavor of vicissitudes.

"The destiny of heaven is in Xun! descend and give birth, and the sky has ......" The dry and long witch sacrifice sang with a sense of rhythm.

Tang Li sat on the ground, and after hearing this, he felt as if his head was about to explode, and he immediately knew where it was.

"Dahuan!"

"Xundu!"

Tang Li said these two names almost word by word, as if these four words were extremely heavy.

He was born in the era of war and chaos in various countries, but he heard in the books and legends that the Dahuan Dynasty had long since perished, the dynasty that ruled the world, brought the human race out of the wilderness and ignorance, and moved towards civilization.

Especially the disciples and students of the school palace, each of them hated what the last king Huan did, and angrily scolded King Huan who forced the last master of the Xundu school palace to death, but they missed the prosperous and prosperous dynasty very much.

After spitting out those two words, Tang Li turned his head as if reflexively, and looked at the twenty-four people sitting in front of him with a dull gaze, and only then did he remember why this number was so familiar.

"Feng Sheng and the twenty-four sage disciples who founded the school palace!"

He looked at the backs one by one, but recognized a lot of people from them, and to this day, there are still portraits of them in the Shangxian School Palace and the various branch school palaces, and there are their god cards in the Temple of Literature, and even god statues.

"This is the Xundu School Palace, the Xundu School Palace when Fengsheng is still in the preaching period!"

"Huan Wang Hua Chronicle!"

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the side door was pushed open, and a young man wearing the master's robe walked in, holding a white jade scroll in his hand, his face was as white as jade, and his long black hair was tied behind his head with a straw rope, and he was tall but did not look oppressive.

Tang Li looked at the familiar face, couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and even his fingers shook involuntarily.

Just like more than 20 years ago, the appearance of the carriage passing by Gaoyang, the capital of the high country, is exactly the same, the same master's robe, but the eyes have become more profound and vicissitudes.

At this moment, Tang Li trembled excitedly and stood up his spine, and listened to the sages on the stage with the ancient sages of the past to teach the righteousness of the Great Dao and the morality of people, which seemed to be a scene through the long river of time, and I am afraid that he is the only one in the world who can see it again.

But the sages and Tang Li who were sitting in front of the bookcase didn't notice that it was already dark outside.

"Alas!"

Feng Sheng suddenly put down the jade slip in his hand, let out a long sigh, and looked at everyone below.

He swept his gaze over and looked at everyone below, and there was wisdom and vicissitudes of life that penetrated the cycle of time in his sight, as if at this time, this gaze had seen through the fate of everyone below.

"Teacher, preach, teach, and solve doubts!"

"My way has been passed on to Yu Er and others, and I hope that Er and others can glorify the Xun Capital School Palace!"

Feng Sheng looked at the man sitting in the middle, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Zhuang Li! After I go, you will be the next generation of masters!"

Tang Li's gaze immediately shifted to the young man who looked a little thin, and vaguely found the shadow of the drooping old Zhuang Sheng on the portrait.

Zhuang Sheng, who was young, immediately stepped forward, knelt down in front of Feng Sheng, took the preaching jade slip in his hand, and officially opened the era of Xundu Xue Palace.

"Today, no matter what noise you hear, don't come out!" Feng Sheng, who said this, gradually dissipated in front of people like starlight, and the twenty-four sages knelt down and kowtowed together, and Tang Li involuntarily followed.

"Farewell Master!" shouted the twenty-four sages together.

Tang Li also shouted excitedly, but when he stood up, he found that there was no one in the entire school palace.

"Roar!"

Tang Li was at a loss, and suddenly a terrible ghost howl in the Xundu outside alarmed him, Tang Li looked outside, and saw a bloody light rising into the sky, instantly spreading to the entire Xundu.

Ten thousand ghosts roared in the sky, and thousands of ghosts and souls poured out of the earth.

Tang Li immediately thought of the Great Wuyun Rebellion recorded in the Huan Wang Hua Benji, in the past, there was a great witch sacrifice named Yun, which caused chaos in the world, and took hundreds of thousands of Li people in Wangji as sacrifices in order to seek immortality.

This scene, which was recorded in the annals of history, reappeared before his eyes.

When he walked out of the courtyard, he suddenly saw another Fengsheng standing in front of the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, as if waiting for him.

Feng Sheng turned his head and looked at Tang Li: "Tang Li, in the past, Huan Wanghua expelled the demons and alien races with great perseverance, conquered the east and west for decades, and finally dominated the world. ”

And now, Dahuan has also perished for a hundred years, and this disturbance will come to an end.

"Thou, what should I choose?"

Tang Li saluted respectfully: "Why did Feng Sheng teach me? Who is the true dragon in this world? Who has the destiny to dominate the world?"

Feng Sheng laughed loudly and looked at Tang Li: "Destiny?"

Even if there is really a destiny in this world, it can't withstand the desire of this person's heart, the momentum of the great river. ”

"You are like being in charge of the school palace, and you naturally choose the person you think can stabilize the world and end this troubled world, this person is the true dragon and the destiny of heaven. ”

Tang Li bowed for a long time: "The student has been taught!"

"Tang Li will definitely end this troubled era, let the school palace stand in this world again, and create a new prosperous era. ”

Feng Sheng looked at Xundu in the distance outside, and the original Huan Wanghua was also so general, full of vitality and magnificent.

"When this troubled world is calm and the prosperous era comes, I will personally come to welcome you!"

"When the time comes, you will be the fifth saint of Wendao!"

When Tang Li raised his head, he saw that there was only one osmanthus tree left in front of him, but at this moment, the new sprout had bloomed and developed flowers.

At this time, above the heavenly dome of Xundu, a god emperor dressed in a majestic imperial robe, wearing a dragon crown, and a face as white as a crown of jade, swept across the sky in a bronze chariot pulled by eight dragon horses, and the emperor exuded endless might, sweeping his eyes like stars, and everything was subjugated under his gaze.

Tens of thousands of Yin soldiers followed the bronze chariot, and the Yin soldiers were wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, and they were like clouds covering the sky, heading towards the sky.

Follow their emperor to the unknown and mysterious Netherworld.

When the emperor passed by with thousands of ghost horses and Yin soldiers, Tang Li opened his eyes and found that he was still in the Shangxian School Palace, holding a volume of Feng Sheng's "Preaching" in his hand.

"Emperor Longqiu!"

"Huan Wanghua!"

"What a magnificent era!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Tang Li's mouth, and he carefully put the sermon into the bookshelf, and strode outside.

Because he is confident, he can create a new world that is not inferior to the Huan Dynasty, so that hundreds of millions of future generations will remember his name as if they were praising Huan Wanghua.