After sitting honestly in the tent and listening to a few cultivators shaking their heads and explaining for a few months, the young man who grew up in Chengping finally had a clearer understanding of this world, and the same was true about cultivation.

The Seven Kingdoms of the World symbolize the rule of secular imperial power, and cultivation is more hidden in the mortal world, symbolizing the two courts and five sects in the place where cultivation is based.

Another force is from the Far North Winter Divine Court, this behemoth that can no longer be traced back to the world, its heritage is far beyond any country in the world, and the corresponding Divine Court teachings of its belief are also widely spread in the world, and the believers of the Divine Court are all over the world.

There are exceptions to everything, and this kind of thing about faith is not immune, the spread of the doctrine of the pervasive Divine Court has been unprecedentedly hindered in the Tang Dynasty, and it is not a simple confrontation between the imperial power and the divine power, the fundamental problem lies in the Tang Realm, which has been a barbarian land since ancient times, and has always been regarded as a place abandoned by the gods by the Divine Court, before the Tang Dynasty conquered the Six Kingdoms by force, the Divine Court did not look down on this land at all, let alone preach...

So under the standard time measurement of a hundred years and a thousand years, this kind of contradiction between man and God is becoming more and more prominent, what is a Tang person, that is, I will only talk to you if I can afford you, not to mention that if you look down on me, you see if I will take care of your kind of person, if you don't understand it, you can read it twice.

Therefore, in the other six countries and even among the cultivation sects, the Winter Divine Court with the supreme divine status was established, and a big heel was planted here in the Tang Dynasty, and even the strong resistance of the Tang Kingdom began to lead an anti-god trend...

So in the face of the principle that if you live for a long time, you will inevitably be wise and demonic, the Winter Divine Court found another way and began to spread the divine arts it practiced in the Tang Dynasty, and the Tang people who admired strength accepted the divine arts, and the Divine Court began to spread the doctrine by teaching the divine arts, and everyone was happy.

......

Yun Zhao sat in the tent and tilted his head to look at Jiang Wei, the old man patted his chest and said to everyone with righteous indignation: "The Divine Court Divine Technique is a kind of cultivation source qi, but it is only with the help of some mysteries of heaven and earth meteorology... There is ability, but the name of magic is only ridiculed, and its so-called doctrine is even more demonic to confuse the public, and all day long fooling around what is far north and more north, and people will be imprisoned..."

For what Jiang Lao said, Yun Zhao, who has been reading many texts these days, also knows a little bit about it, which is the first righteousness in the doctrine of the Divine Court, probably saying that the reason why the Divine Court is located in the extreme north and is called Winter is to guard the evil spirits in the north for the creatures in the world, and its propagation doctrine also focuses on rendering its sacred and majestic place, and orders the people of the world to rush to the Divine Court to be guarded by the world.

As a teenager who thinks about the way forward for the implementation of the Tang people, Yun Zhao doesn't believe in the story of the Divine Court, he just deceives the foolish people in the world, life is still in a hurry, who has time to run with you to squat in such a cold place, as for what kind of winter raid, the prisoner of people, it is quite smooth, forget the rest.

...

Regarding Jiang Lao's endless gushing and splashing spit in the tent, Yun Zhao was thinking more about the low quality of sleep in the past few days, the main problem was that he would have strange dreams as soon as he fell asleep in these days, and what was even stranger was that every dream was the same, and it would not fade away with waking up from the dream, as if it had really happened in his mind.

Gently rub the acupuncture points with your hands, close your eyes and recall...

It is like a black and white ink painting, with no other tones except black and white, as if ink is splashed on white paper, and the ink dots are blurred and spread along the folds like a snake walking through the holes, and the stuckites of the forest stream are rippling along the edges.

When the black and white colors converged, a throbbing sensation in the depths of the soul suddenly exploded, and a light like day came into view.

The extreme daylight is so pure that it can't even distinguish between dreams and reality, as if tearing apart the entire black and white picture. At the same time, a warm current traveled around the body and the polar day dissipated instantly, and then raised his head, one person and one pool of white mist.

The mind was quietly lost in the dream, and he couldn't tell whether what he saw in front of him was real, forgetting himself, forgetting that he was in a strange dream, and when his consciousness began to drift and be dazed, a pool of white mist became boiling, and while the fog spread in all directions, Yun Zhao finally saw the scene behind the fog...

It was a boy, smiling innocently, but his face was bloodied and his pupils were scarlet, so his smile seemed more cruel.

The boy half-crouched and looked directly at the white mist, his eyes were violent, the corners of his mouth were torn out and a bloody mouth stretched to his cheeks, and his face was like an aged wine that had been sealed in a cellar for countless years, so his expression became more and more ruthless.

Followed by a wall of jade, a crescent moon across the delicate edges and corners, fine as silver quill gold sand wiped the wall, sandalwood carved birds hanging in the corner of the wall wings to fly, crystal bead curtains spread, drifting white mist constantly climbed on the jade, like a fish jumping on the surface of the water occasional splash of waves, a piece of mist...

The boy was wearing a tattered shirt, and suddenly laughed, no laughter came, and there was a solemn aura in his pitch, and the more extravagant the jade fog pool, the uglier he became, especially when he raised his head to look at Yun Zhao on the other side of the white mist.

A pair of eyes like a lake and marsh, full of extremely complex emotions, when the pupils suddenly contracted and hideous, a sense of weightlessness as if the space was out of order...

...

The smell of rotten vinegar that had been soaked for several years slowly faded, and Yun Zhao felt a rancid smell in his breath, and sat in a daze with his knees on his hands, his chest constantly rising and falling.

Iron Pillar, who had not moved for a long time, arched the wooden fence anxiously, and after he tried to lick a few mouthfuls of beans in the food canal of the stable, after repeating several times and being blocked again and again, he snorted a few times and felt bored, and saw that the master next to him looked depressed and lost his soul, and Tiezhu felt very faceless and shook his tail.

I don't know if it was because of the strange scene in the dream, or because Yun Zhao, who was frightened by Jiang Wei's thin old face with a few taels of flesh, is now full of the treacherous boy in the dream, and the sound of the ring ruler slamming on the table.

Under Jiang Lao's unusually angry gaze, Yun Zhao, who was accused of sleeping secretly during the lecture room, was taken out to feed the horses. After muttering a few words in annoyance, he finally relieved himself, casually sprinkled a few handfuls of beans on the iron pillar that was being raised in the stable, clapped his hands and walked out.

Yun Zhao, who was about to go out for a walk, was suddenly stunned halfway through, and found a watchtower that had never cared about things during his daily trips, the watchtower that was erected next to the camp gate, and looked at it thoughtfully.

...

Yu Wentai, who had not been dragged to the school field for several days, was in a good mood, staying up until the lunch break, kneading his shoulders and preparing to go back to the house for a good night's sleep, especially when he thought of Yun Zhao's embarrassment when he was reprimanded and driven out to feed the horses, he felt that the surrounding air seemed to be fresh and comfortable.

But before Yuwen Taile could take a few moments, a warm smiling face came out of his face, a pair of eyes that were always as clear as a star lake, and he smiled a little narrowly at this time.

The alarm bell in his heart was furious, and he took a big step back diagonally, and after assuming a defensive posture, he said cautiously: "I'm tired, don't do it, I want to sleep." ”

Yun Zhao frowned when he heard this, and he always felt that this sentence was a little strange after smacking it for a while, but when he saw that he was sneaking around and preparing to slip away, he hurriedly stopped it and said with a smile: "Brother Yuwen, I have a new idea in the next place, explore one or two?"

Yu Wentai, whose head shook like a rattle, was still pulled out by Yun Zhaolian coaxed and deceived by Yun Zhao, and his heart was like ashes along the way, constantly muttering to express his sadness.

However, when he found out that the route of travel was not to the school field, he suddenly ignited the desire to survive again, Yuwentai looked left and right looking for an escape route, Yun Zhao, who had been pondering all the way, remembered the toss he had been tossing over these days, and gradually showed an embarrassed look, and said with a smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this time it's just to trouble Brother Yuwen to help me observe the surroundings, so as not to disturb others." ”

"Really?"

"A gentleman's word!"

...

There was silence for a long time.

Looking at the disdain on Yuwentai's face, he touched his nose in embarrassment, and changed his words: "I swear, I swear..."

The two climbed all the way to the top of the watchtower, and looked side by side at the majestic mountains in the distance of the military town.

Yu Wentai breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and sat down with his back against the railing, and asked curiously: "Yun Zhao, what are we doing here, the scenery is good, but I'm still struggling with my stomach..."

Seeing that there was no response, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and continued to talk to himself: "It's not that I'm too talkative, you've been talking these days... Hey, I'm really diligent and can catch up with me, but don't force it if you don't have talent... Well, it's also very good to follow this genius in the future, right, Yun Zhao?"

Yu Wentai, who was about to turn sideways and persuade again, found that there was no Yun Zhao's figure on the entire observatory, and he was looking around in a daze, only to hear a loud "bang".

The whole person froze instantly, hurriedly leaned on the railing and looked down, slowly twisted back and sat down, sobbing in horror: "Who the is this... This place can't be ... I can't stay any longer..."

Yun Zhao, who fell from the top of the watchtower and smashed on the ground, trembled and moved his body to face up, trembling and wiping away the blood splashed on his face with his hands, grinning and revealing his bleeding teeth, and said vaguely: "No... It's just refining the body, Lao Tzu... It's easy..."