Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 1 Yin God Possession
In the early winter of the 31st year of Qianyuan, a catastrophe struck Beimang. Countless cattle and sheep froze to death in the snow that was as high as a wheel.

At the end of the year, King Mang swung his sword out of its sheath, millions of cavalry rolled southward, and the cold light was like a sea, slapping heavily on the Great Wall of Beidi, which stretched for three thousand miles in Dazhou. The urgent report drifted to Shengjing with the blizzard. Zhou Jinghuang urgently summoned Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Zhenwu, into the palace.

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"If you want to chase Qingqi away, the bow and sword will be covered with heavy snow!"

In the southeast corner of Shengjing, in a grand mansion that stretches for nearly ten miles, the buildings are tall and resplendent, even at the first watch, they are still brightly lit, as bright as day.

Countless strong, hot, masculine blood, full of chilling meaning, rises from all parts of the mansion like flames, condenses like iron, gathers and does not disperse, and condenses a majestic and majestic white tiger shadow in the sky, deterring all evil spirits and making it difficult for ghosts and gods to get close .

This is the residence of Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Wu in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

There is no prime minister in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the twelve ministers are in charge of the affairs of the world. Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong Wentao and Wulue are not only ministers of the Ministry of War of the current dynasty, in charge of military affairs across the country, but also serve as a scholar in the cabinet. The weight won the trust of Emperor Jing.

Ten years ago, Jiang Shirong was promoted to the pinnacle of martial arts and became No. 1 in the world's martial arts. Emperor Jing named him a marquis and gave him the title of Zhenwu. He also expected Jiang Shirong to suppress the fate of the world's martial arts.

"Bei Mang's army is on the scene, and my father is busy with military affairs. I shouldn't be disturbed, but I will be sixteen in two days. If I can't enter the Confucian Temple to light the lamp before then, it will be difficult to communicate with the literary images of the sages and sages in this life. .

"If you don't get the enlightenment of literary sages and sages, even if you get fame in the future, you can only become a petty official. You can't worship officials and become marquises, so how can you justify your mother's name!"

Outside the high wall of the Yinwu Pavilion in the Hou Mansion, a thin young man with a weak crown was standing alone, as quiet as an ice sculpture.

The snow was falling all over the sky, and a thick layer was piled on the young man's thin shoulders. The chill penetrated through the old cotton-padded clothes and soaked into the blood of the flesh. It was icy cold, but Jiang Li didn't seem to notice it.

If it weren't for the great significance of lighting up the lantern for him to change his circumstances, Jiang Li would not have wanted to see his biological father, Jiang Shirong, who was already an extremely human minister in this life!
Judging from Jiang Li's secular concepts before he traveled, the actions of this powerful figure in the Great Zhou Dynasty towards his predecessor and his mother were not worthy of the title of father and husband at all.

Jiang Li does not belong to this world. Three months ago, he was a soldier on the plateau.

In a border conflict, in order to cover his comrades, he was hit by a stone and was seriously injured and unconscious.

As soon as he woke up, he traveled to this vast and bizarre world where martial arts are the venerable.

After digesting all the memories of this body, Jiang Li frowns for a while.

Although he has the chance to live another life, his status is not low, he is the concubine of Marquis Wu of Dazhou Town.

But because of his mother, Jiang Li was not loved by his father Jiang Shirong.

In his memory, he didn't even have any impression of Jiang Shirong's appearance, he only remembered that man was majestic, cold and chilling.

The eldest lady of the Hou Mansion, He Loushi, even regarded herself as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh.

Among Jiang Shirong's dozens of children, Jiang Li not only had the least monthly allowance, but was also deducted by the housekeepers and stewards everywhere.

The treatment is not even comparable to that of the slaves around Jiang Shirong's other descendants.

If it's just that, it's fine, Jiang Li has been a human being for two lifetimes, and he is confident that he can break out his own path in this world.

But his real situation was far more difficult and perilous than expected.

Great Zhou was a martial artist, and Jiang Shirong named him Marquis of Wu. He was No. 1 in the Great Zhou's martial art. Everyone in the mansion practiced martial arts, and there was plenty of meat.

Even the low-level servants who clean the courtyard are all muscular and powerful, with quick movements and light steps like civet cats, and they have the strength of the second level of martial arts.

Every morning, there will be a school captain in the house to teach Junwu boxing.

But Jiang Li, as the concubine of the Hou family, is not even qualified to practice this kind of crude boxing.

Even if he exchanged his life for breath and passed on the Qi lineage that was shelved by the Hou Mansion, he was prohibited from practicing.

The eldest wife, He Loushi, even used the excuse that the disciples of the family should study the sage books hard, and trapped Jiang Li in a small courtyard and was not allowed to go out at will.

It's not even comparable to the caged birds raised by the He Lou family.

After all, birds can still eat and don't have to suffer from hunger, cold and bullying!

Jiang Liyue was imprisoned and was often hungry, even studying and practicing Confucianism was deliberately suppressed by the He Lou clan.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu, Dao, Confucianism, and Qi flourished, and each had its own merits. Although the country was established by martial arts and governed by Dao, it also respected Confucianism and Daoism, and governed the world with Confucianism.

Confucianism cultivates literature, and the supernatural blessings in the early stage are not as good as the three veins of martial arts, Taoism, and Qi, but they have the ambition of establishing destiny for the people, establishing a heart for the world, cultivating the world, and making the world a great unity.

Thousands of years ago, Wen Sheng brought 72 great sages to feed the world, the Confucian spirit was scattered in the world, and the literary spirit was shared by scholars all over the world.

Confucian disciples accumulate literary energy to cultivate righteousness, cultivate morality, have the world in mind, and be good at governing the world.

The Great Zhou Dynasty opened the Keen Examination to select scholars from all over the world, and gave them important tasks.

Those who pass the county examination, hospital examination, and township examination, who are awarded the titles of Tongsheng, Xiucai, and Juren, must enter the Confucian Temple, worship the literary sages and sages, communicate with the cultural images of the Confucian Temple, and light the Chinese lamp in their hearts.

Only in this way can one obtain a literary position, and be empowered by the literary sages and sages, possessing various talents and blessings.
Only by not being harmed by ghosts, evil spirits and gods can he be entrusted with important tasks.

Jiang Li has studied the books of sages since he was a child, and he has already passed the county examination and hospital examination, but he was secretly manipulated by the He Lou family, so that he has never had the opportunity to enter the Confucian Temple and ignite the Chinese lamp in his heart.

If a Confucian student reaches the age of sixteen, the cultural lamp will not light up, and the door of spiritual wisdom will be closed, and it will be difficult for him to communicate with the cultural image of the Confucian Temple throughout his life.

If he is not recognized by the sages and sages, even if he is a master of Confucianism and Shuo Yi, he will not be reused by the court.

Jiang Li can't practice martial arts, can't practice qi, if the road to Confucianism and Taoism is also cut off, he will completely lose the possibility of changing his fate.

In this heavily hierarchical and cold Hou's Mansion, it is an extravagant hope for Jiang Li to leave and be a trafficker Zaoli to spend the rest of his life.

All that awaited him was He Lou's endless torture like a cat playing a mouse, until he died in humiliation.

Just like the death of his predecessor's mother, there was nothing to stir up any waves in this huge and deep mansion.

Jiang Li didn't want to succumb to his fate, so he was caught without a fight, so he sneaked out of the small courtyard and came to see Jiang Shirong outside the Hidden Martial Pavilion, fighting for the last chance.

But he stood for two full hours on this bone-chilling winter night, and he entered the cabinet to see him without Jiang Shirong's permission.

At this time, Jiang Li's whole body was already frozen, only relying on the blood in his chest that was unwilling to admit defeat and wait for death.

"It's not enough to practice martial arts, it's not enough to practice Qi, and if Confucianism and Taoism don't work, do you want me to practice Taoism? But I don't even know what Taoism is!"

Jiang Li clenched his fists tightly. He has been confined in a small courtyard all year round. He knows little about Taoism, and there are few relevant records in the books he read.

I only know that the Dao meridian is the most mysterious among the four meridians, and it requires extremely high talent and character, and the number of practitioners is the fewest, so it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

But once a little success in Taoism, there are unpredictable abilities.

Jiang Li was trapped in the bottomless Hou's Mansion, and had never even been to the Confucian Temple, so how dare he expect to have the opportunity to practice Taoism.

It's just that there is really no other way!
"If you want to chase Qingqi away, the bow and sword will be covered with heavy snow!"

Jiang Li was unwilling to succumb to his fate. The memories of his previous life and his life in the past three months made him feel extremely aggrieved and unbearable.

At this time, I have to wait humblely and carefully outside the high-walled and deep courtyard, just to get a chance to get out of the Hou's mansion and pay homage to the Confucian Temple!
Cats and dogs are more comfortable than him!
A mouthful of turbid air was clogged in his chest, and Jiang Li couldn't help but raise his head and drink lightly. He looked up at the starry sky with bright eyes, showing the reflection of the sea of ​​stars in his eyes.

In the depths of his mind, a piece of golden book pages floated quietly, as if feeling the resentment in Jiang's heart, he trembled slightly.

One side of this book page is covered with complicated and obscure patterns, and the other side is engraved with 36 nebula swirls.

The nebula vortex is shrouded in a layer of faint clouds and mists, showing a mysterious and ethereal atmosphere.

This piece of gold leaf was picked up by Jiang Li at the foot of Kunlun Mountain when he was guarding the border. It was originally a piece of copper sheet covered with red rust. After traveling with him three months ago, it became the whole shape and has been hidden in the deep in his mind.

Jiang Li once thought that this was the golden finger that he was equipped with as a reborn person, but he tried to get close to it countless times in the past three months, but he still couldn't feel any connection with the golden page.

"If you want to chase Qingqi away, the bow and knife are covered with heavy snow, good poems, and great spirit. It is worthy of being the mansion of Marquis Wu of the Great Zhou Town. A young boy can have such arrogance. The prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty is unstoppable!"

As soon as Jiang Li's voice fell, a ghost with disheveled hair floated out from the snow in front of him.

The hollow ghost eyes opened, and a cloud of sparkling will-o'-the-wisp sprang out, and the cold and creepy Yin Qi instantly enveloped Jiang Li.

Compared with this Yin Qi that can freeze the soul, the snowstorm in the severe winter of the Hou Mansion is as hot as the heat rising from a steamer!
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(End of this chapter)