Rebirth Dominator

Xun has not yet been established in Dahuan. When the Xun tribe, the Xun people had already lived here. It was built on an ancient ruin. It is the deepest foundation of Dahuan. It can be said that everything in Dahuan is caused by this ruin. Here.

So even if all kinds of changes have taken place in the past 100 years, the capital city of Dahuan has not changed here, but even if the place has not changed, but Xundu and Xundu a hundred years ago are no longer the same.

The bullock that Fang Xiu rides is not the kind of horse-drawn carriage, but the carriage used to pull the goods. Fang Xiu lay down on the goods like this, with his head resting on his hands and a hat on his body, looking at the sides of the avenue , Just like when he left Xundu.

Everything is different from a hundred years ago, whether it is people, houses, or cities.

Things are right and wrong, vicissitudes of life.

After a hundred years of rest and recuperation, the rich earth and the unprecedented natural disasters and wars, the world under the influence of civilization and monks, aliens, and witch sacrifices, like a horse-drawn carriage constantly rushing along the road.

The huts and earthen walls, the wide streets and the streets full of cattle, sheep, and bound slaves all disappeared. Instead, bricks and green tiles emerged, and they were bustling markets, restaurants, and shops.

Horses roared and horse-drawn carriages passed by. They were no longer exclusive to the public witch offerings. Shops and shops were in and out, and cattle and horses dragged goods in and out.

The simple and disheveled ordinary people do not have the situation of being naked and naked on the streets. People wear dark clothes and brown strands. They no longer distribute their tattoos in their shawls, and wear crowns and politeness.

There is also a student with a wooden crown. On the streets, you can see signboards with words written on them, cloth banners waving in the wind, and walls with notices.

The text went down to the corner of the corner. When I saw this scene, Fang Xiu didn't know why. The corner of my mouth suddenly turned up, and a smile appeared in my eyebrows.

The oxcart walked up the steep slope. As the crowd and the car immediately reached a stone bridge, there was a river under the bridge, which was connected from the moat outside the city and directly connected to the branch of the big river. This was unprecedented 100 years ago.

Standing here and looking back, you can see the scenery of the city.

Thousands of green tile houses stretch to the distance, pavilions and pavilions are full of people's voices, and they are full of traffic.

The Maid Girl on the bridge held her father's arm to show an innocent smile. The boatman under the bridge easily propped up the boat. The shopkeeper in the distance was sweating with the goods on his back, and his life was full of sight.

Fang Xiu stood up and looked into the distance, feeling his dream back to a hundred years in a flash. He once stood here and looked back.

Fang Xiu's face was momentarily distracted, and he felt that the years were in a hurry and time was running out, and he was just one of the passers-by, regardless of his or her status, regardless of his strength or weakness, he could not retain that time.

When passing through the north street of the city, when passing by a simple but exquisite academic palace, it became lively and tumultuous. The Xundu Academy was originally a large courtyard, and it became a continuous building, but the architectural style was There was no major change, and it was still as plain and simple as it was.

There are thousands of students and disciples alone. For a hundred years, I don’t know how many great virtue can come out from here, leave a long history, change the world, and here is no longer a simple teaching and educating palace, and It is a holy place for scholars all over the world.

Various countries have established schools and established various doctrines. All the sages who taught the world come from or have inextricable relationships with it. I don’t know how many people come here every year.

The gate of Xuegong is open, and people are never prohibited from entering or leaving, but everyone will bow to the stone stele of Xundu Xuegong at that gate when entering and leaving. It is said that it is a sacred mark left by Feng Sheng.

It was Feng Sheng who laid this stone monument here and established the Xundu Academy, and preached the world before they had them.

There were many people in front of the door and in the courtyard, listening to several scholars standing in front of the door, debating the question of good and evil in life. Whoever can speak convincingly, saw hundreds of people cheering and raising their arms together, waving like cloud.

In front of the door and in the courtyard, the locust tree flowers are in full bloom. The flowers and vines are swaying along with the autumn wind. They are beautiful and cannot be used. The wind blows, the petals are scattered all over the sky, and they pass the Fang Xiu sitting here in a carriage and fall into his hands.

Fang Xiu looked at the familiar stele of Xundu Xuegong and passed by many disciples in Xundu Xuegong. No one noticed this man, who seemed to be a young man, preaching and preaching here nearly a hundred years ago. .

Fang Xiu twisted the falling petals and sniffed softly: "I'm back!"

"Here! Come!" The brave man who drove the bullock cart turned back to remind the white-faced youth in the back, but found that the figure lying behind had long disappeared, leaving only the sprinkled flowers of Yuehuai vine.

The master of Xundu Xuegong is named Yi Yan. Since the departure of the Three Saints, all the wise men and women have dispersed, and the cultural movement of Xundu Xuegong seems to have been divided by the wise men.

The doctrines of the sages in various countries were extremely prosperous and developed, but the Xundu Academy was still a place of literary sages, but it no longer resembled the prosperity of the sages when they gathered in the Xundu Academy.

Yi Yan wore a Confucius robe sitting in the quiet room on the back of the library. The Confucius robe seemed to have been handed down from the first generation of Confucius, and has not changed since.

Although the front yard does not prohibit people from entering and leaving, the library behind this is absolutely not allowed to enter and exit except the permission of the master.

In the library are all the manuscripts, scriptures, and theories left by the Three Saints. There are "Ecclesiaste" left by Feng Sheng's life remarks compiled by Zhuang Sheng, and "Wu Ya" left by Zhuang Sheng. Yi Sheng has spent his life The compiled "Ask the Dao", and the twenty-four disciples of Feng Sheng, and later the princes and sages hand-copied the scriptures left behind, all these are the most important foundations of the Xundu Academy.

Yi Yan carefully read the books left by the Three Saints and all the wise men, even if it has been read more than a thousand times, but every time he reads, he has his own new insights, the righteousness left by the Three Saints and all the wise men , Doctrines, avenues, deserve to be interpreted with a lifetime.

Yi Yan is not young anymore. Fifty-two this year is a disciple of Yi Sheng. At this age, he naturally hopes to be like the three saints, leaving his own reasoning to pass on to future generations.

Yi Yan spread out the white scroll in front of him, took a brush and wiped it on the inkstone, but stopped several times.

"Not right! Not right!"

After pondering for a long time, Yi Yan finally stood up and wanted to pick up the jade jade placed on the side table, but the old palm looked over and found that the jade jade was no longer in the distance.

"Alas?"

Confucius Yi Yan looked over in doubt and saw that beside the Xi case, a man dressed like him was sitting on the mat, holding the jade jade like white jade against the wall, spreading out and reading slowly.

"Leave it down! The preaching jade Jane is a token of the Master Confucius, the one who learned to preach in the palace!"

"Who are you students, so do not understand the rules!"

Even with Yi Yan's Qigong practice, he was furious at the moment. The young man in front of him secretly broke into the library library and read the preaching jade slips secretly. This is the inheritance of the academic palace that only Confucius can touch. It will be passed on to the next generation of Xundu Xuegongfu before he dies.

Fang Xiu watched thousands of words on the jade preaching, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com recorded not only the doctrines and scriptures of the schools of the princes, but also the history and a lot of history. Characters' speech records.

Looking at the Confucius Yi Yan, who was so angry and blowing his beard in front of him, he said lightly, "I used to be a Confucius!"

"Nonsense, where are you from..."

Yi Yan hadn't finished speaking yet. His eyes suddenly passed the portrait of the saint hanging on the wall. The three Wen Sheng stood high above it, as if shining through the mountains and rivers, igniting the sun of humane civilization.

Among them, a man headed, holding a preaching jade jade, his eyes looked as if he had passed through tens of thousands of years, and there was a line of vigorous small characters in the lower corner.

"Whoever preached at the beginning of ancient times!"

Walking the dragon snake is full of vicissitudes of life.

Yi Yan turned his head and looked at the man who held the jade jade, his eyes lightly deep.

His appearance is as good as the portrait.