Gods and Immortals

() Mo Xuan's heart felt cold, looking at the appearance of this secret treasure, he seemed to be very angry.He seems to have broken its seal, and is he still called a usurper?

With this dazed effort, the white light rushed to Mo Xuan in an instant. A pair of eyes, like white jade ice beads, were extremely clear, and they were staring at him angrily, as if they were extremely unwilling.

Mo Xuan stared at the pair of angry eyes for a moment, Bai Guang flew up, circled in the air, and hit Mo Xuan's chest with his head.

"Pfft!" Mo Xuan felt a rush of heat rushing into his chest, and sweet blood spewed out, excruciatingly painful.

However, as the mouthful of blood spewed out, Mo Xuan sat up suddenly, with blood splattered in front of him.

Fantasy again?

Mo Xuan endured the sharp pain in his chest, looked around, and sure enough, the illusion of the sky above his head and the auspicious clouds under his feet disappeared, and he sat back on the bed again.

This dream was so weird that Mo Xuan didn't know how he could actually be injured and vomit blood after having a dream.

He got up and groped towards the lampstand, intending to light the lamp and get up to wash up, but just as he touched the head of the bed, what he touched was a handful of bronze shards.

what happened?Mo Xuan hurriedly got up, found another lampstand and lit it, and saw through the light that the bronze lampstand that was exchanged from the Nuwa Holy Temple had been shattered into countless pieces, as if it had collapsed from the middle and exploded.

Mo Xuan quickly put away the fragments, feeling uneasy.

Will he destroy that secret treasure by himself?

While picking up the pieces, Mo Xuan suddenly saw a tattoo on the wound on his left arm.

Is it possible?Mo Xuan had an answer in his heart, he couldn't believe it.

Could it be that he has already collected that secret treasure? !

Stretching his right arm to look left and right, Mo Xuan rubbed it vigorously twice again. The lines were definitely not painted on, nor were they drawn like acupuncture, but more like birthmarks that grew here.

It's just that this birthmark looks elegant, mighty and exquisite.

"Hmph! Usurper!"

An angry snort sounded in Mo Xuan's mind, exactly the same as the loud thunder he heard in the illusion, calling himself a usurper!

It's just that the voice now is far less powerful and domineering than in the illusion, and it has the smell of a child's anger.

When Mo Xuan heard the voice, and then looked at the shattered bronze shards, he instantly understood.

It turned out that all the things I did during the day were useless, and when I fell asleep at night, I broke the so-called seal of the dragon-shaped white light and got the secret treasure!

"Do you have a name?" Mo Xuan was naturally happy when he got the secret treasure, and he didn't care about the spirit's angry attitude.

The spirit roared angrily in Mo Xuan's mind, "You don't even know my name, how do you know where I'm hiding?!"

"How dare you break my seal and take me by force?!"

"Forcing..." Mo Xuan was speechless, acting as if he was a flower picker who did all kinds of evil.

"How do I know that you don't need to worry about your hiding place, but why do you call me a usurper?" Mo Xuan asked.Since Wen Zhong was able to take the spirit object away, why couldn't he himself?

"The reason why you are called usurper is because I was sealed there, waiting for my Lord of Destiny to come and break the seal five years later." The cold voice of the spirit came, "Once the seal is broken, The illusion has collapsed, and I have nowhere to go except the host!"

"You are not the lord of my destiny, but you came to break my seal, so that I can only live in your body. If you are not a usurper, what is it?!"

Mo Xuan knew that the spirit was talking about Wen Zhong, and what he did was indeed the work of the usurper.

So Mo Xuan was not angry, but just explained: "I need to fight against a group of very powerful enemies. Only with you can I wear the Jiuding battle suit and have the possibility of winning."

Lingwu sneered, "So you got me just to wear those lowest-level armor?"

"Battlebreaker?" Mo Xuan sucked in a breath of cold air immediately, "This spiritual creature actually claims that the Jiuding battlesuit, which represents the supreme combat power in the world, is a broken battlearmor!"

No wonder those immortals from the upper realm must obtain this secret treasure.It seems that the artifact of the Shang Dynasty, such as the Jiuding battle suit, is nothing in its eyes.

"Then what else can you help me?" Mo Xuan asked eagerly, "Can you help me defeat the immortals from the upper realm?"

"My role is far more than being able to wear the Jiuding battle suit. The rest will be realized slowly when you practice." The spirit seemed to accept his fate, but he was unwilling to talk more with Mo Xuan, and his voice gradually became faint.

"Do you have a name?"

"Fei Tian..." The voice gradually dissipated, no matter how Mo Xuan called, there was no reply.

……

After tossing around in the middle of the night, Mo Xuan was not in a good condition when he got up early, a little sleepy and listless.

In the first half of the night, he was exhausted and frightened in the illusion, and in the second half of the night, he talked to Fei Tian earnestly.What I enjoy is not the treatment of a reborn traveler, it is clearly the prelude to do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

Mo Xuan sighed. The good thing is that Fei Tian has already been taken by him. At least 20 years later, the immortals will go down to the world, and they will not go to Wen Zhong again.

Whether to cultivate enough to compete with the immortals, or to flee into the deep mountains and old forests with Fei Tian at that time, the decision is already in his hands.

Right now, entering the academy earlier and strengthening your strength through systematic training is the first step to go out in a down-to-earth manner.

"Your Highness!"

The attendant at the post house outside the house shouted, "The Yuanjia who came to pick you up from Jin'ao Academy is already waiting outside the door."

When registering in the previous life, the Golden Ao Academy would also send a special trip to pick up the aristocrats to the post. Mo Xuan hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of stewed meat that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, packed up his things and went outside the gate of the post, and boarded the tower suspended in the air. the frame.

Jin'ao School Palace is located in the middle of Jin'ao City, covering an area of ​​no less than a thousand acres.

However, the direction the chariots and horses were headed for was a small area in the north of the city where the Jin'ao Academy was located.

This is called the Golden Ao Academy Training Camp.

The inheritance of the academy is the celestial art handed down by the immortals in the upper realm, so naturally, only those with high talents can be selected to enter.And the role of the training camp is basically to screen them out and exclude those with insufficient qualifications.

But in fact, more than [-]% of the students enrolled in the school are children of nobles, and the remaining [-]% are truly talented folk geniuses.

When Mo Xuan arrived at the gate of the training camp, nearly a hundred people had already lined up.

Most of the nobles were still accompanied by family members and relatives. It was rare for a single noble from a frontier country like him to come to the Central Plains.

Mo Xuan looked up and saw that the walls of Jin'ao Academy Palace were built with bluestone bricks, which were much stronger than the hollow mud bricks used in the houses in the city.The top of the wall is covered with glazed jade pieces, and its style is even better than the outer city walls of the royal court. You must know that in this era, there is no good beam skeleton support, and most of the roofs of the buildings are still paved with thatch.

Only the Jin'ao Academy dared to do so extravagantly and use such rare materials for architectural decoration.

And in the Jin'ao Academy, the person who preaches immortal arts is the symbol of divine power in the Shang Dynasty, the Temple of Witches.

Coupled with the fact that countless noble children are disciples of His Highness the Witch God, it is not surprising that they are so extravagant and wasteful.

Within the walls of Jin'ao Academy Palace, there are luxuriant green forests and shades of green trees.

Double-storey wooden attics can be found everywhere in the courtyard, and Mo Xuan recognized those buildings as the residences for these noble children to live and study.

In addition, all the secrets of the college are covered by this circle of tall walls and lush greenery.If you want to go in and study, you must at least pass the training camp first.

"When it's midday, the reporter is in place to worship the sky!"

In front of the training camp, a priest yelled loudly, and the bustling applicants all gathered around and stood in the open space at the entrance of the training camp one by one.

Zhongri actually means noon.Mo Xuan still remembered that the Shang Dynasty divided the time of day, and the position of the sun was used to compare the marks.

There are about seven periods in a day.

When the sun first rises, it is called "Ming", which means it is dawn.

After the sky is bright, it is called "Dacai", which is about ten o'clock in the morning.

After the big mining, it’s time to eat, which is called "big food", which is about between ten o'clock and twelve o'clock.

Needless to say at noon, it means that the sun is in the middle of the day, which is called "midday".

Have another meal in the afternoon, which is called "snack". At twilight in the western frontier, at about five or six in the afternoon, it is called "Xiaocai", and when the sun has completely set, it is called "faint".

Without a specific time, Mo Xuan can still adapt, but people in this era only eat two meals a day, which makes Mo Xuan a little unbearable.

At any rate, he has a noble status, so it's better to eat and use whatever he likes. If he was reborn in a commoner's family and wanted to eat early, it would be a waste of food!

The noble children stood in the square, quietly listening to a white-robed priest read out the oracle, and immediately took out a huge cow leg bone, which was dragged by several guards, and began to drill holes and burn incense on the spot.

The flames blazed in the copper cauldron in front of the priest, and the priest used a bronze spear nail to carve out eight holes in the animal bone.Mo Xuan was amazed that these cavities were close together but not broken.

It seems that drilling holes is also an art.

After chiseling, the priest carried the ox bone and put it into the flames of the copper tripod to burn. Countless people in the square watched the priest's ceremony with awe in their eyes.Mo Xuan watched the ox bone scorching and cracking in the flames. For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on the ox bone. They didn't know how the lines that symbolized bad luck were distributed.

When the priest lifted the bone, cracks appeared on each of the eight holes, and spread to the surroundings, but there was still no crack between the holes. The skill is so superb that people can't help but marvel.

"This time, the sign from the heavens is already very clear!" The priest announced with a gloomy face, frowning, "Cracks are a bad omen!"

"Bad omen?! Huh?"

"It's terrible! So what should I do? Are you still enrolled?"

There was an uproar in the square, everyone looked at the charred ox bone with eight holes in horror, and believed in the priest's fierce words.