Mythological origin

Chapter 3 Seven Profound Gate

In the refugee camp, everyone lives and dies, unkempt, and naturally no one wants to talk too much, no matter how much friendship there is, people may disappear at night.

At this time, Bai Mo was casually holding a wooden stick, standing inconspicuously among the crowd.

He was using what remained of his divine sense to search back and forth for the jade pendant on his neck that belonged to his predecessor.

Because he discovered that this seemingly inconspicuous jade pendant actually has a little universe inside.

Under the perception of divine sense, the inside of this jade pendant appeared the four characters of "historical text".

Not only that, the four characters of "historical text" were not written in Daochenjie characters, but in his previous life's characters.

"What's the matter with this historical text?"

The current him is just a remnant soul of the Moyang Immortal Venerable back then, and a large part of his memory has been lost, and the word "historical text" is not in his memory.

Even he only knows himself, or Moyang Immortal Venerable is a time traveler, but he doesn't have any memory about that world as if he has been neatly erased.

If he hadn't mastered such a complete language system of another world, Bai Mo might have doubted the authenticity of his memory.

He has no memory of his previous life at all, whether he is really a time traveler or not.

……

"Knife in hand, follow me! Kill the official dog!"

"Eat his mother! Wear his mother! King Ming won't pay when he comes!"

"..."

The war was about to start, and some very simple and rude slogans sounded in the ranks of the rebels.

Although the slogan was simple and rude, it directly hit the hearts of many soldiers.

After all, those who were able to defect to the rebel army to rebel, except for a few careerists in the camp, many ordinary soldiers had a tragic past that they did not want to mention again.

Inciting hatred is also an effective way to boost morale.

"Come with me!"

"Kill one to pay back, kill two to earn money!"

"rush!"

The battle process is very lacklustre.

Regardless of the rebels or their enemies, there is no brave warrior who can defeat a hundred with one.

There is no shortage of hatred, but the sallow and thin skin caused by long-term malnutrition, and the weakness of fighting are the normal state of most people.

Of course, even on the official side, the situation is not much better than that of the peasant army.

It has been more than two hundred years since the founding of the country, and many systems established at the time of the founding of the country have already deteriorated and corrupted.

Not to mention the long-term shortage of military salaries, there are still layers of deductions, and those who really go to ordinary soldiers are not even one out of ten.

Except for the loyal soldiers of the various generals, there is enough food and meat to support daily hard work and exercise of combat skills.

Ordinary soldiers other than soldiers, those with small appetites can barely make ends meet in daily life, and those with large appetites may have to go to the fields to do some farm work in non-wartimes in order to eat their fill.

Some of them were even forced to join the army, and they only received simple training to make up the number.

It has some similarities with the cannon fodder battalion of the rebels.

……

"How long has it been since I killed someone with a weapon?" Holding a sharpened branch, Bai Mo stabbed it a few times based on his feeling during the melee, and it should have stabbed into some muscle-like position.

But when he wanted to kill someone and go deeper, there would always be a voice in his mind saying: "People are precious, don't kill people."

It was this voice that allowed him to reserve [-]% of his strength for every attack.

It seemed to be the voice of his previous life and the next life.

Bai Mo has no memory of that life.

Because the ray of remnant soul that escaped did not record anything about that life at all.

"In my previous life, I was obviously the Daoist Demon Yang who killed people without counting, so why did I make such an inappropriate voice?"

"People are precious. Only living people can continue to create surplus value. Letting them die is a waste."

As if answering his own question in a soliloquy, an extremely cold sentence was inexplicably uttered from his slightly absent-minded mouth.

……

After the mild battle, Bai Mo returned to the refugee camp. There were some new faces in the camp, and some old faces were missing.

In the competition, the rebels barely won.

But this kind of encirclement and suppression war will come once in ten and a half months.

But in the end, it was a victory. Relying on picking up the baggage left by the officers and soldiers, the refugee camp had a rare meal that looked like a meal for people—rice mixed with a lot of chaff and sand, and the bite Call it a slightly bang crisp.

As for the main soldiers of the rebel army, each of them was given a few ounces of bad wine, which was as watery as water, and some barbecued meat from an unknown animal. Drinking orgy.

In such a chaotic world, they will die at any time, and they can only enjoy themselves in time.

……

After the carnival, the camp gradually returned to calm.

The old man who was surrounded by a group of soldiers last time walked into the refugee camp, this time he walked in surrounded by a group of soldiers.

"This, this... and these two, come with me."

The old man scanned everyone around, and ordered a few teenagers who looked fairly young.

"The nobleman has his life, why don't you come out quickly?" The leading soldier kicked the boy who was closest to him and shouted.

This time the military man didn't call them untouchables anymore, because these young people seemed to be attracted by Master Namo, so he had better be careful with his words.

Among the people who were pointed out was Bai Mo.

Bai Mo took a look, and the ones he was pointed to were all troubled teenagers who were still in good health, and whose eyes were a little bit brighter than other walking corpses.

"I have observed your performance today, and you are all those who can barely participate in the entrance examination of the outer door of Qixuanmen. I will give you a chance now. If anyone doesn't want to go, you can leave now."

The old man said with a smile on his face.

There was silence.

Everyone doesn't want to try it. Leaving now refers to leaving here or leaving this world.

"Okay! Xiao Qi, take them to clean up, we will go back to the main hall tomorrow."

"Everyone come with me..."

"Master, I...I still have a young...brother, he will definitely not survive if I leave, I want you to let me take him with me."

When several people were about to turn around and leave, one of the ragged young men suddenly knelt on his knees and begged.

"Take it with you." The old man didn't think much, and left without saying a word.

The kneeling boy kowtowed several times to the old man in Taoist robes, then jumped up from the ground with his hands on his hands, and ran happily back to the refugee camp to pick him up.

"Qixuanmen... I seem to have it in the memory of my predecessor, and it seems to be an organization in Taizhou."

Bai Mo followed the guard named Xiao Qi while thinking about this impressive name.

He is integrating the memory of his predecessor and bridging the contradiction between the two values.

From the perspective of the predecessor, Qixuanmen is a behemoth of the overlord level in the nearby area, with a gathering of innate masters, and it is the object that my family should look up to.

Even if it is my father, when he sees a deacon of the outer sect of Qixuanmen, he will respectfully say hello.

However, from the point of view of Dao Zun's memory, no matter what the Qixuanmen and Baxuanmen with innate masters are in charge, or the Huashenzongmen of the Nascent Soul Great Sect, they are all an organization of small ants, and there is no need to pay attention to them at all.

Those are impressions from two completely different angles, and it seems a bit awkward to blend them together.

(End of this chapter)