In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

In this era of clear divisions between three, six and nine, what can Cui Yu do?

He seemed to be unable to do anything. The only thing he could do was to live a more comfortable life according to his own wishes.

That's all!

Without the scientific examination, you want to be an official?

Countless noble children are waiting in line.

Not only the children of the nobles, but also those nobles who were "killed after five generations of fortune" are also queuing up.

You, a commoner, want to be an official?

Find a noble to seek refuge with. If you can be appreciated by the other party, you may be able to become a steward.

Why do we choose officials in this world?

Raise filial piety and integrity!

That is the recommendation system.

But the person who was elected was also a noblewoman. How could a good thing happen to you, a commoner?

Don't do an industry that is too profitable. If you do, some people will be jealous. If you can't hold on to your foundation, you may have to get involved.

After much thought, Cui Yu decided to start a pig farming business.

The pork in this world is too fishy to eat, but he has a way to avoid it.

Moreover, troubled times are coming. Now that prices in the Great Zhou Dynasty have collapsed, and people buy things by barter, who still recognizes the currency of the Great Zhou Dynasty?

There is too much currency minted, and the inflation caused is too serious. The people are not fools, so they simply stop playing with you.

Every time the central dynasty minted a coin in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the inflation of this coin would be averaged over the heads of each Great Zhou people, and the copper coins in the hands of the Great Zhou people would depreciate accordingly.

Originally there were only ten apples, and each apple cost one yuan. Now you have printed one million coins, and you say prices will not collapse!

You used the money that was effortlessly minted to dilute the money that I earned with my hard-earned money. You tell me this is not a robbery of money?

This is a money grab!

Minting copper coins is a money grab! Steal the hard-earned money from ordinary people's pockets!

I used to be able to buy ten steamed buns for one penny. I saved up to buy a wife, but your damn Kaka minted one million coins. One steamed bun is worth a hundred coins. Do you think this is a money grab?

This is a money grab!

The fairest transaction in the world is barter.

Cui Yu looked at the pork shop in front of him: "Coins are not valuable, but pork is valuable. Even if you don't sell pork, you can still eat it yourself."

Cui Yu was thinking in his mind when he saw a short figure. He was smiling and holding a rag. He emerged from the crowd and came to the pork shop. He used the rag to wipe the chopping board for the pork boss: "Boss, your chopping board is too dirty." , look at it, it’s all covered in grease, who will buy your meat? I’ll wipe it for you.”

While talking, he wiped his hands and feet quickly in front of the pork stall.

"I'll beat you to death, you little beast. If you don't buy meat, you dare to come here and take advantage. Let me see if I don't beat you to death. Everyone knows that I, Butcher Zhang, never suffer losses. Only when I, Butcher Zhang, take advantage of others, will someone take advantage of me?" The truth!"

The owner of the butcher shop was a butcher covered in flesh. While he was cursing, the butcher's knife flew out of his hand, stuck to the boy's scalp, and was nailed to the pillar behind him. The handle of the knife was trembling.

"Damn it, Zhang Guanxi, didn't I just dip a rag into your lard? You and I are serious!" The young man's hands and feet were trembling in shock. He held a rag in his hand, looked at the trembling blade, and quickly put the rag away. Hold it in your arms and run quickly.

"Your rag is dirty and has stained my chopping board. How can I sell pork?" Zhang Guanxi yelled.

While yelling, he smashed the meat skin at him.

"Thank you for the meat skin, uncle."

The short figure was nimble and dexterous, like a vigorous kitten. It shuttled among the crowd. When it saw the flying flesh, it smiled and stretched out its hand to catch it.

"Pa~"

The fleshy skin flew across the crowd, missing the short boy by a bit, and the fleshy skin directly stuck to Cui Yu's clothes.

It landed impartially on Cui Yu's chest, with a layer of grease hanging on it and sliding down his clothes.

"I'm sorry, uncle! I'm sorry, uncle!" The young man's face turned green when he saw this scene, and his face covered with dirt was full of fear, but he still did not forget to lower his head to pick up the meat skin on the ground, and then ran away in a panic.

"bump!"

The young man hurriedly ran out seven or eight steps. His figure was as nimble as a loach, and he was about to disappear from Cui Yu's sight. The next moment, there was an exclamation from the crowd, and then a figure looked like It shot back like a ball, slipped over a dozen innocent people, kicked up a plume of smoke, and then hit Cui Yu's feet.

Cui Yu didn't dare to use force, and the young man fell back quickly. If he caught him with force, he would probably end up with broken muscles and bones.

Fortunately, Cui Yu practiced iron-making and had some insights into martial arts practice. He stretched out his foot to block the young man's flying body, and then opened the fascia on his thigh, and all the power of the young man's impact was absorbed by Cui Yu. go.

At this time, there were painful wails from the people on the ground, and the deft people around them dispersed like a tide.

Only Cui Yu stood there, looking down at the unkempt and dirty boy. Red blood kept spurting out from his mouth, and his eyes began to turn white. It was obvious that he was dying.

"What a domineering kick, it directly shattered the opponent's bones and even his internal organs." At this time, Cui Yu was able to sense the blood circulation in the boy's body through Gonggong's blood.

"You bitch, my uncle's newly bought clothes were all stained by him. He really deserves death." A young man wearing a brocade robe appeared, looking at the grease in front of him with disgust on his face.

"Oh, no, this bitch is not strong enough. Give him two rolls of cloth and send him home." The young man wiped the oil on his body in disgust, glanced at the child on the ground, his eyes were full of disgust, and then He hurriedly walked through the crowd.

"He is the young master of the Wu family, the genius with outstanding martial arts." Xin Yuan whispered in Cui Yu's ear.

"Master Wu?" Cui Yu narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be meddlesome. The world is like this, and a human life is only worth two pieces of cloth." The heart ape is the result of the seven emotions and six desires in Cui Yu's heart. He is the most sensitive to Cui Yu's emotions. He can clearly sense the emotions in Cui Yu's heart. A huge wave of anger is about to burst out.

Very strong anger!

It was an unprecedented anger.

Cui Yu moved his lips, and finally chose silence. Then he looked down at the young man spitting blood on the ground. At this time, he still held the piece of blood-stained flesh in his hand, holding it tightly, trying to lift it up, and raised his lips Trembling constantly, as if saying something.

Cui Yu lowered his head and looked into the young man's eyes. There was no fear, no fear, just an indescribable love, which was a love for the beauty of the world.

The young man's throat kept coughing up blood, and his voice was stuck in his throat, blocked by the red blood foam.

"What are you going to say?" The butcher shop owner squeezed through the crowd and leaned in front of him to look at the young man.

The young man had dark skin. He clutched the meat skin in his hands hard, his throat kept rumbling, and he stared at the butcher with his eyes.

"Sister...sister..." The young man tried hard to speak.

"I understand. I will give this piece of meat skin to your sister." The butcher's face, full of flesh and beard, twitched, and he lowered his head to take the meat skin in the young man's hand.

Sure enough, the young man loosened his palm, but his expression remained unwilling. He coughed up blood, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. He was too anxious to speak. His eyes turned white, but he refused to take his last breath.

Cui Yu knelt down, stretched out a finger, and tapped the young man's throat: "What do you want to say?"

"Sister...sister...what shall I do with my sister...what shall I do with my sister...I am not willing to accept it...I am dead...what shall I do with my sister!" The young man grabbed Zhang Guanxi's hand and held him tightly. on his wrist, his eyes full of concern: "Just say...I went...to a very...far away...place! Yes...just say that I...went to a very...far away place."

"Please take in my sister, she can be a cow or a horse! Give her something to eat, don't let her starve to death!"

"Please! Please!" The young man kept spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"Boy Han, it's so difficult for people to live these days. I have to sell meat to others. I can't even support myself, how can I support your sister." The butcher's voice was full of sighs, but he did not agree to the young man's request. Require.

"What should I do about my sister?"

"What should I do about my sister?"

The young man's breath became weaker and weaker, his eyes gradually turned white, but he refused to take his last breath. The obsession in his body actually turned into an inexplicable fluctuation, hovering in the young man's heart.

"I will take care of your sister from now on." Cui Yu grasped the young man's hand.

"Many...many...thank you!" The young man finally began to loosen his last breath after hearing this: "My name is Han...xin. When you erect the monument, you must engrave my name. Bury me in Liangjie Mountain, where The view is the best, thank you very much.”

The words fell and he swallowed his last breath.

Cui Yu was stunned.

"This kid, asking for so much after death, and asking people to erect a monument for you, is just as annoying as when he was alive." The butcher shook his head helplessly.

Cui Yu looked at the young man in front of him, and the obsession swirling in his heart turned into a strange force and still did not dissipate.

"What did he say his name was?" Cui Yu asked.

"Han Xin!" The butcher took the bloody meat skin and carefully rubbed it with soil on the ground: "His ancestors were originally Korean nobles, and counting the current princes of Korea, they are the same ancestors as him. Unfortunately, the noble Fu Ze , was killed after five generations. Although his lineage lost the title of nobility, there were still talented people in his ancestors. A quasi-sage of Legalism named Han Fei appeared. Unfortunately, he was defeated when a hundred schools of thought argued about Taoism. Since then, Taoism has been broken. He said that all the members of his lineage with the surname Han were also exiled and suppressed by another lineage of the Fa family." The butcher carefully washed off the blood of Han Xin on the pork: "I remember when they came three years ago, they almost Starve to death in front of my counter.”

"The young master has an extraordinary aura. He is not an ordinary person. If he has a mouthful of food, he might as well adopt his sister. Although Han Fei's Taoism was broken by his Taoism, his entire dharma lineage suffered backlash, and he himself was imprisoned in the Forest of Merit. I can’t tell, but with Han Fei’s wisdom, it’s only a matter of time before he repairs the damaged Taoist heart, steps out of the Forest of Merit, and breaks the shackles.” The butcher put the meat in Cui Yu’s hand:

"His sister is in the dilapidated earth temple on the street."

After saying that, the butcher turned around and continued to sell meat at the stall. The people around him also stood up and rubbed their arms and legs, and they could only think that they were unlucky and disperse.

Passersby turned a blind eye to Cui Yu and Han Xin on the ground, and even hurriedly stayed away for fear of getting into trouble.

Cui Yu sighed and looked at the young man on the ground who had lost all breath but still refused to let go of his obsession: "You are lucky to have met me!"

"Han Xin! What a good name! Just because of this name, you can't die!" After Cui Yu finished speaking, he carried Han Xin's body and disappeared into the crowd.

Five thousand years after the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, the historical era has long been in chaos.

The power of the human king Xia Qi is beyond everyone's imagination. It was not Ji Chang who was certified as a saint by asking questions on the Weishui River, and was lucky enough to obtain a mysterious cloth and make a covenant with the ghosts and gods of the world. How could he overthrow Xia Qi with the help of Qi practitioners? ?

But even so, it was the rise of King Wu Jifa that completely pacified the era of Daxia.

There was no Shang Dynasty between Daxia and Dazhou, and many of the names that should have shined are now unknown, or have gone into hiding in the mountains and forests, or have turned into strange bodies and died.

The Zhou Dynasty ruled the world for five thousand years, and the Spring and Autumn Period, Warring States Period, and even the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were not there, none of them!

How many heroes should have risen from the wilderness and bloomed brightly in the long river of history, but they all died midway like Han Xin at this time.

Even if he doesn't die young, it's hard to get ahead.

But Cui Yu believes that no matter how the historical times change, as long as they get a chance, they will turn into rocs and soar into the sky.

They were imprisoned by the times and lacked an opportunity to soar into the sky.

Or maybe some people have already gotten the opportunity, but they don't dare to go against the general trend of the world, so they hide quietly and wait for the world to change.

Five thousand years! This is the era of Qi practitioners, who knows if they are dead or not?

The demons in the God-Demon Well have been suppressed for countless thousands of years, but they are still not dead?

"It was five thousand years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty. Even if we look at the times, Han Xin should not be from this era. At least he should be from the Han Dynasty, three thousand years ago." Cui Yu felt a little guilty.

But then I thought about it: If Han Xin and his ancestors had the opportunity, they practiced immortality and refused to have children, and they waited until the end of their lives for hundreds of years before they and Han Xin's mother gave birth to his father. His father would live for another few hundred years or even more. It doesn't seem impossible to give birth to him in a thousand years.

In such a weird and twisted world, everything seems possible.

Who knows how long Han Xin’s ancestors and grandma lived?

How many years did you live before you gave birth to him?

"You're lucky." Cui Yu carried Han Xin's body, and countless distracting thoughts flashed in his mind: "Then can I meet Liu, Guan, Zhang, or even Fan Hui, who sells dog meat? Or maybe I can meet Zhang Liang, Jiang Taigong and others?"

Thinking of this, Cui Yu was stunned: "This world is too damn dangerous. It's too complicated!"

ps: Today I’ve dedicated 12,000 words to my brothers.