It is said that once upon a time, people thought that above the clouds, there was a heavenly court.

There is a heavenly court.

It is said that in the past, people thought that in this heavenly court, there were splendid temples everywhere, and everyone was a true immortal who was happy and happy.

It is the heavenly fairy realm.

And if there are ordinary people who want to go to this heavenly immortal realm from the world and the earth, it is not without a way.

There is one, called 'sit on the road and ascend'.

It's just that this so-called sitting road is the avenue, the small road, the black road, the white road, the tea ceremony, the sword way, the piano way, the chess road, the calligraphy road, the painting road...... still has to sit in this world for a full 365 ways, and no character can tell the reason.

Therefore, except for some fantasy and strange tales, the official history books of all dynasties, and even the papyrus documents of ancient times, have never recorded even the deeds of ascending on the road, and no one dares to describe what it looks like in the heavenly court.

People have never known what Heaven looks like.

Until four hundred years ago.

Four hundred years ago, the true dragon son of heaven founded the country with Qimen.

It was at that time that the Western Regions Qimen, which originally existed in the rumors, really entered the eyes of the whole world for the first time.

It was at that time that a genius came out of a Qimen family that had lasted for more than three hundred years.

Zhou family, Zhou Gong.

As the first person in thousands of historical records who could 'fight a thousand armies with a sword', Zhou Gong was naturally inevitably regarded as a 'true immortal' by the people at that time - or, 'human immortals'.

In this way, Zhou Gong, who has become an immortal in the world, will always be asked about the story of the heavenly court - as if once people give him the name of an immortal, he will definitely be able to ascend.

No matter how good Zhou Gong's temper is, no matter how gentle and elegant he is, he can't stand everyone's repeated interrogations and jokes every day.

So, he took out the old business of the Zhou family.

Divination.

Of course, some people say that the reason why Zhou Gong did this was not because he couldn't bear to be irritable, but because he was also interested in the things of heaven, and some people said that it was the True Dragon Son who pacified the entire east of Tianxing Mountain at that time that thought that the world was decided, and wanted to see the sky, so he asked Zhou Gong to calculate it......

In short, no matter what the reason, Zhou Gong did forget it.

It's not to figure out the weather, or to figure out what to eat tonight.

It's not to calculate the next year's drought, nor to calculate the year's floods.

It's not about divining the world.

It is divination in heaven.

Although he couldn't figure out how to fly no matter how he thought about it, Zhou Gong, who was called a god in the world, still found another way and found a way to calculate the things in the sky from the stars.

And the things of heaven are the things of heaven.

So, Zhou Gong began to calculate.

Sitting on a yang altar with a diameter of 7749 zhang, surrounded by 8864 gossip flags.

So, Zhou Gong began to calculate.

Close your eyes and concentrate, sit in the center of this yang altar, and start to count with the spirit of the soul as the note.

And this counts.

That's ninety-nine eighty-one days.

......

Eighty-one days, at dusk.

Just when the three thousand True Dragon Feather Forest Army, who had been on duty around the altar for a whole day, were so tired that their eyelids were fighting, and they wanted to quickly change shifts with the robes on duty at night.

Something went wrong.

Something big is wrong.

Above the sunset, which had been red before, countless dark clouds suddenly gathered and swirled out of nowhere, and in a short period of time, they blocked the glow of the blazing sun, forming a huge black vortex that could swallow the entire altar with them in one gulp.

In an instant, the dark clouds closed, the whirlpools rolled, the thunder was deafening, and the purple light flashed dazzlingly.

Seeing such a terrifying celestial scene, how could these three thousand Yulin soldiers still stand, almost all of them were frightened and the ground was pale, their legs were weak, and they couldn't even shout out of fear, so they trembled and fell to the ground, throwing their bodies to the ground - even some of the Yulin soldiers began to dig the soil frantically, wanting to bury their heads in the soil.

Those who were a little bolder and dared to raise their heads slightly, they saw the scene he saw for the first and last time in his life in the next moment.

There was a purple thunderbolt that fell from the sky.

A purple thunderbolt with a thickness of 100 feet and a length of 1,000 zhang fell from the sky from the mouth of the black whirlpool.

Descended in the center of the Bagua altar.

landed on Zhou Gong, who was wearing a yang robe.

Then, a wave of fire arose.

Destroy a radius of ten miles in an instant, and kill three thousand returning geese in one breath.

All of them died.

Whether it was the 3,000 Yulin army, or the hundreds of people in the surrounding villages and towns.

When the first purple thunder fell, everyone was already gone.

Except for the human immortals.

Except for the human immortals who suddenly opened their eyes and flashed with strange light in their pupils.

......

When the true dragon emperor rode the peerless unicorn horse and led the world's eighteen dragon generals and a full 30,000 army horsemen to gallop for hundreds of miles, what caught their eyes was no people's army, no farm tools and armor, and no altar flags.

There is only a desolate hundred-acre pit full of charred black.

And in the middle of this great pit stood a man.

An old man with loose white hair and tattered robes.

As soon as he saw the shadow of the old man, the true dragon emperor who was full of horror in his eyes hurriedly rode his horse forward, stopped ten steps away, and then rolled off the horse, ran forward quickly, and supported the old man's swaying body.

"Weekly ......"

The Son of Heaven was about to speak, but was stopped by the old man with his bony right hand.

I saw the old man slowly raise his head, move his lips with difficulty, and say two words in an old and hoarse voice.

"Pen, paper. ”

At this time, the Son of Heaven dared to go against his will, and hurriedly looked back at the eighteen generals and 30,000 troops who were chasing him, and hurriedly ordered them to hand over the brush and rice paper quickly.

It's just that they heard that something big had happened to the altar, and they hurried all the way, and they were all military attachés and soldiers who were dressed in sharp clothes, where would anyone think of bringing the civil officials and scholars in charge of paper money? Now this is desolate again, and there is no figure to be seen within ten miles, and it will take two quarters of an hour to go back and forth to get pen and paper, is it too late?

It's all the generals looking at each other, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know where to get paper and pencils.

Fortunately, the Son of Heaven was smart, and seeing that the generals were gone, he was in a hurry, and personally committed the world's disapproval, so that the army took the red real dragon flag, tore off the solid color part, and handed it to Zhou Gong.

The emaciated and old Zhou Gong took the dragon flag, glanced at the emperor who looked anxious and had slightly white sideburns, didn't say anything, stretched out his hand and smeared a handful of black charcoal on the ground with his skinny two fingers, and put it on the dragon flag.

Zhou Gong began to draw.

Zhou Gong painted a city gate.

Duke Zhou painted two city gates.

Zhou Gong painted three city gates.

Duke Zhou painted seven city gates.

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