Emperor Yan summoned the tribal leaders to crusade against the Xuanyuan clan, and a third of the tribal leaders did not arrive.

The Terran tribes of the Central Plains were divided into two and formed their own alliances, changing from the original loose co-ownership and freedom alliance to a war alliance with their own emperors.

A great war broke out between the Yandi Tribal Alliance and the Yellow Emperor Tribal Alliance.

The first large-scale civil war in the formal sense of the Terran broke out, and a large number of Terran warriors and witch monks participated in the war.

Heaven and earth have been peaceful for a long time, people's hearts are moving, and immortals are also thinking, and those with shallow roots can't sit still.

Those who seek fame, those who seek profit, those who seek excitement.

Terran, alien.

From the good, for the evil.

With the array of Yan and Huang camps in front, each relying on means to discuss the world.

Isn't this an opportunity?

There is a great terror between life and death, and there is also a great opportunity.

Killing people and grabbing treasures, devouring souls, and what you dare to do and what you don't dare to do can be done openly.

Because this is war.

There is no difference between the Heavenly Dao and the human heart at this time.

It has become a slogan for the heavens.

People are shouting, and the immortals are shouting.

Whoever is true and who is false.

The same is true of the righteous path in the world, but the four words of success and defeat are just four words.

These four words have to be written in the blood of countless people, and only blood can be written.

There are more and more Grim Reapers, hovering over the Terrans.

People keep dying, from the prime of life to youth to teenagers, and they continue to walk out of the farmland and go to the battlefield.

Most of the farmers are elderly, women, and children.

The world lost its laughter.

The world has lost its sunshine.

Haze, gloomy.

Huang Long was plowing the ground, very silent, the young man who spoke to him yesterday was gone.

"Uncle Long, I'm going to help the communist leader fight. ”

The boy said it very easily, even a little excited, because he was too young to know what war was, but Huanglong was silent, and has been silent to this day.

The men who talked and laughed with him last year all walked like this, and said the same, but never came back.

Sad, even a little sad, Huang Long waved his hoe, the depression in his heart was diluted and dispersed, the joy of growing grains in the past, the sweetness of eating rice porridge, and the sadness of the present.

Life is not easy, people, life, no, easy, Huang Long only realized these four words, the four words are difficult when they are together, but they are dead when they are separated.

After he finished plowing his own land, he went to plow the young man's unfinished land, who asked the young man to call him Uncle Long.

In fact, the ground he ploughed was not his.

One by one, it can't be wasted.

Therefore, he gets up early and is greedy for darkness.

There are fewer and fewer people who come to learn swords, and only the children in the neighborhood are left.

There is no one who learns the piano, Shiji strokes the piano, and there are no passers-by on the road.

Chengri's east family went into the west house and went out into the wilderness, and Xiao Tian, who didn't talk like that, didn't go out anymore, and he was sick.

The big white goose, which had lost a large part of its territory, paced angrily.

It didn't expect that it was not the shameless black guy who took away its territory, but the owner of the black guy.

The big white goose glared at Xiao Tian viciously.

The man who practiced swords all day long didn't dare to stare at him.

Xiaotian didn't bother to look at it.

It has never looked at this white guy who is fierce and inward-looking, and no matter how proud it is, it can't hide the cowardice in its heart, it only sees a stupidity.

In this courtyard, it only wags its tail at one person, not its owner, but the owner here.

Xiao Tian glanced at the figure on the recliner flatteringly, as long as she entered this courtyard, it was always the most well-behaved, whether she looked at it or not, so her malice never fell on it.

Not like this idiot.

Xiaotian glanced at the big white goose.

The big white goose saw it, and it was about to be fried.

Footsteps approached, and someone came.

Xiaotian's ears were erected for a moment, and the attention of the big white goose was also cast outside the door.

There were many people coming, but the footsteps were not chaotic.

The big white goose was the first to see three of its unforgettable figures in the crowd, and it had confronted them for a day.

The sword in Yuding's hand had long since stopped.

Footsteps stopped at the courtyard gate, and Shi Ji opened his eyes.

"Duobao asks to see the luthier. ”

He was the head of the Gao Dao people wearing purple and red robes.

Behind the Duobao Dao people, all the immortals have taken their heads.

Shi Ji got up and walked towards the courtyard gate, and Yuding got out of the way.

Shi Ji stopped in front of the door and said, "What's the matter?"

Duobao was greatly surprised by Shi Ji's attitude, but he did not study it in detail, he bowed down and said: "My sect in the human race is difficult to continue because of the tribal war between the Shennong clan and the Xuanyuan clan, Shennong's clan hopes that my sect interception can help him quell the rebellion, and promised to support my sect interception and preaching after the rebellion, this matter is very important, Duobao does not dare to make a good judgment, and I have come to ask the violinist." ”

Shi Ji said: "I think you all know in your hearts that the way of heaven is good or wrong, but in addition to looking at the will of heaven, you must also take into account the hearts of the people. ”

"What the pianist said is very true, this is also where I am in a dilemma with my junior sisters and younger brothers. ”

The disciples nodded their heads one after another.

Shi Ji said: "The process is not important to the way of heaven, the result is not important to humanity, the sky only looks at the result, but people want to see the hearts of the people." ”

The Sect Interception Immortals fell into deep thought.

"Duobao. ”

"Huh?"

Duobao raised his head, and all the immortals raised their heads one after another.

Shi Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "You just said that it is difficult to continue the preaching because of the tribal war?"

Duobao Daoist hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

Shi Ji pouted and said: "I don't think so, you preach in peace and contentment of the human race, it is you who need them, you preach in the war, but they need you, anyone can preach the Tao in the wind and drizzle, and the storm is the most test of the Dao heart, the test of the Heavenly Dao, the tempering of humanity, this is the preaching, stick to your own Dao heart, and then protect the Dao heart that you have passed down, the way of heaven and humanity are only two hearts, and the heart of the Dao heart is just to seek the truth." ”

Shi Ji walked back to the eaves and lay down again.

The immortals inside and outside the door are looking at their hearts.

Looking at the original heart, the answer is clear at a glance.

All the immortals bowed their heads and left silently.

The footsteps are quieter than when they came, but they walk more steadily, no longer hesitate, no longer hesitate, no longer have doubts.

Among the immortals, Sanxiao turned back, and there were other things in the complexity.

Duobao, who walked in the forefront, was extremely firm, and the interception of the religion would not retreat, and he would keep what he should guard, and protect what he should protect, and the result would return to heaven and the process would return to the interception.

The Sect of Interception has joined the war.

The immortal power of the Yellow Emperor's tribal alliance was crippled in one fell swoop.

The strength revealed by the sect made many immortals daunted and discouraged, three Daluo Jin Immortals, thirty-six Taiyi True Immortals, more than one hundred Heavenly Immortals, and no less than three hundred Qi practitioners who had not entered the Immortal Dao of the Earth Immortals.

How can this be fought?

The Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan was furious, it was anger rather than shock, and he ordered to retreat and go to see his teacher at the same time.

Chi You, who had been eyeing him all the time, was silent, and he also saw the people behind him.

After the sect crippled the immortal power of the Yellow Emperor tribe in one fell swoop, it did not help the Shennong clan to quell the rebellion in one fell swoop as the Yan Emperor Shennong clan wished and everyone imagined.

They chose to retreat and preach, nearly 500 sect immortals scattered to preach, they walked the world again, into the hearts of the people, one by one carefully planted the Tao seeds, careful care, when they came into contact with a pair of eager and grateful eyes, they finally understood the words of the piano master, it turned out that the preaching is really between the two hearts, the heart of the Tao heart and the heart of the heart are sincere will blossom and bear fruit.

The Tongtian Sect Master of Biyou Palace was looking at them, the Yuan Shi Tianzun of Yuxu Palace was looking at them, and Lao Tzu of Bajing Palace was also looking at them.

The two saints of the Lingshan Western Sect looked at it even more seriously.

What they see is a flower of the Tao, a lamp of the heart, a lamp of preaching and preaching.

This was the first time that the disciples of the Holy Land preached and bore fruit.

Preach!

It was also the first time that the saint saw the Dao flowers and the lit heart lamps that bloomed in the hearts of mortals.

Preaching is not just about preaching, it's about results.

The saints saw the results they wanted.

They all smiled and nodded.