The Great Zhou Dynasty was founded for 800 years.

The unprecedented Terran world was created, a history written with blood and fire.

The first God Emperor was born in the remote Xizhou, some people say that he is the reincarnation of the Emperor Star, and some people say that he is a true dragon hidden in the deep mountains and Daze.

There are many opinions, and there is no one definitive conclusion.

But in any case, the emperor from the land of barbarian suffering put an end to the era of division of the world and established the imperial road.

It is rumored that when later historians compiled that period of history, they wrote off three non-brushes of Shangyang Xuegong, which shows the waste of that time.

Reading it now, there is a murderous aura between the lines.

The land of the fourteen states was once full of blood and bones, and the mountains of corpses were piled up.

And the God Emperor sits on the throne of the Daming Palace, controlling this huge empire with iron-blooded means.

At his feet, all the ministers are tamed.

Jiang Mian sat at the table and read this history word by word.

The first Divine Emperor was a great cultivator, but also an ambitious columnist, he lobbied in various countries, won the support of several great families, and finally swept all directions.

Jiang Mian closed the yellowed pages of the ancient book.

"Done?"

"Well, his level of speech is definitely good, and it is worth fighting with the Führer." Jiang Mian muttered quietly.

A handsome man with a noble face appeared in his mind, and he only relied on a three-inch tongue to pull people into the gang.

Ye Qingyu frowned.

Seeing this, Jiang Mian immediately reacted to his speechlessness, and hurriedly remedied: "I am boasting about the wisdom and martial arts of His Majesty the First Divine Emperor. ”

"So I guess, the Ye family is one of those great families, right?"

Ye Qingyu's expression slowed down slightly and nodded.

Her jade cheeks are graceful, like jade carving, and no one dares to look at her for a long time, for fear of desecrating this clear face.

Jiang Mian looked at her generously.

"When you first entered the martial arts, I originally wanted you to have more intersections with cultivators." Ye Qingyu's voice did not carry any emotion: "But I didn't expect them to do it in Hanguang Pavilion." ”

"I have arranged this matter improperly, if you have any request, you can mention it."

"Anything you want?" Jiang Mian slapped his thigh fiercely: "Then Jiang Mou is welcome." ”

"Can I not go with you to the Northlands!"

Jiang Mian looked at the girl in front of him expectantly.

"I can't."

Ye Qingyu refused neatly.

"I knew it was so."

Jiang Mian's hopes were shattered, and he sighed. Although he didn't know what Ye Qingyu took him for, he always felt that it was not a good thing.

Now he has enough silver, and the breath he exhales has a smell of wealth, find a place to live, and practice hard for seven or eight years.

When the time comes, the world will be big, where you can't go, where you won't be romantic.

"If you want to run, I advise you to die of this heart." Ye Qingyu said suddenly: "Unless you like the big hole being sealed, the muscles and bones being pierced, and being locked in prison for a lonely life." ”

"You're a naked threat." Jiang Mian didn't expect such a cold beauty to use this method.

Ye Qingyu's face did not change, and he disappeared into the darkness without even looking at Jiang Mian.

After seeing the immortal-like methods of the Seven Realms Great Creatures, Jiang Mian was already surprised.

He sat down on the bed.

Tonight, the four Seven Realms battled, he got a lot of insights from watching the battle, and he realized very clearly how deep the water in this world was.

Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, and the mysterious swordsman.

He couldn't breathe when he was pressed one by one, although the other party didn't care about an ant like him at all.

But one day, I will be targeted by such a character.

Cinnabar has her back to Hanguang Pavilion, and the prefect has to give a little thin noodles on weekdays, but in the eyes of the two masked women, she is just a dog who cares for her master.

If Ye Qingyu hadn't appeared in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Strange...... Why do you always feel like you've seen those two? Where is it? ”

Jiang Mian racked his brains and didn't come up with a reason, and finally collapsed on the bed due to exhaustion.

And under the white moon, the petite figure leaning on the eaves of his house also left quietly after seeing that he was sleeping peacefully.

What she didn't notice was that on the eaves farther away, a pair of eyes were staring at her faintly, and the killing intent was even stronger.

In Jiang Mian's hut, it was dark.

As his breathing fluctuated, his body continued to strengthen, from his toes to his lungs, every piece of skin and every organ was stained with a touch of silver.

Glowing with a faint fluorescence.

The texture of the flesh and skin is clearly illuminated, and if you are careful, you can see that the flesh and blood are constantly reshaping and regenerating.

And Jiang Mian was already asleep, and he didn't know about this vision.

Early the next morning, Jiang Mian was woken up by the sound of heavy footsteps.

The sound was as heavy as thunder, like the sound of ten thousand horses galloping, but it was not quite like it, because it was too neat.

Jiang Mian opened the door and went out to ask his familiar neighbors to find out that it was the security army sent by the imperial court.

"Oh, did you see the Jiang family's baby last night, half of the sky is dyed red, and it looks weird and scary."

These people are clearly used to this kind of thing.

The neighbor Aunt Li said mysteriously: "You have to be careful, this time, it's the Midyear Festival." ”

"When the ghost door is wide open, Lord Yama will have to find someone to ask for his life."

The neighborhood still has a natural fear of Jiang Mian, this baby is obviously out of breath, why did he run back to Pingkangfang like a living ghost the next day.

At that time, the incident was quite big, which alarmed the government, and after repeatedly diagnosing the doctor, a conclusion was reached that this baby was a living person.

The Midyear Festival is one of the three major ghost festivals, and it was the most important festival in ancient times.

Jiang Mian showed a mouthful of white teeth and said with a smile: "Aunt Li, my life is hard, what about this Lord of Yama, he didn't take me away last time, and he won't be able to take me away in this life." ”

The boy turned and went back to his yard.

Curiosity almost killed the cat, and the swordsman cut a little crooked last night, and his two lives were goodbye to the world.

But it also gave him an idea that he needed a weapon.

You can't call someone with a pig-killing knife in the future.

Jiang Mian does not have a three-foot sword qi, but he can create a blade that can be used to walk the rivers and lakes.

After he finished breakfast, he took enough money and went out to the West Market.

The memories of the original body were very familiar here, and Jiang Mian easily found a blacksmith shop.

He walked into the shop.

Two stout men were around the fire, picking up hammers and forging hoes.

A man looks older, with a bushy beard and muscular muscles.

Wearing only obscene pants, his dark face is covered with beads of sweat, he should be a master.

The other looks younger, but his body is stronger, his muscles are stronger, and he has a lot of strength, so he should be an apprentice.

Jiang Mian stood aside and watched him busy.

After a while, the information of +1 iron striking floated in front of me.

"Boy, what are you going to do?" After the strong man finished his work, he wiped his face and asked in a deep voice.

"Knives."

Jiang Mian gestured: "Three and a half feet is enough, the thickness is moderate, you have to use good iron, there is a lot of silver." ”