Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 5 The Universe and the Heavens
Is this the difference between the world and the world?

When Xun Shaoyu saw these billions of endless stars, he thought in hindsight.

In the world of Jam Fuli, there are also strong and weak, and there are also classes.

Even an ant can be strong or not, let alone a world?
In any world, as long as there is life, no matter what kind of life creature it is, even if only one ant is born, a trace of white energy will be born.

This energy is both vitality and vitality for all beings, and is the beginning of life.

On this basis, life flourishes, civilization is nurtured, and red energy is naturally born.

Between the white air and the red air, there is no one in a hundred.

There are also three levels of red energy, namely light red, pure red, and deep red.

These three levels of red energy respectively represent the degree of civilization development.

As for the gold and green qi above, the quantity is far less than the red qi.In terms of rarity, it is far from comparable to the white and red worlds.

Looking at the endless starry sky, Xun Shaoyu couldn't calm down deep in his heart.

At this time, a faint purple aura emerged from the stone mirror.

A trace of information suddenly circulated in his mind, and then disappeared into nothingness.

This information came suddenly and went away quickly.

"Luck..."

This is what that piece of information ultimately wants to express.

"Could it be that all the 12 broken marks behind this stone mirror need to be filled with 'luck'?"

Xun Shaoyu is no stranger to the theory of 'luck'.

In the previous life, those 'novels' clearly described the preciousness of 'luck'.

Even in the legend, the innate saint, the invincible Hunyuan Wuji Supreme Leader, all had disputes over luck.

The Pangu world was smashed apart, and the sun and the moon were turned into powder. If it weren't for the incarnation of the Dao, the teacher of the sage, and Taoist Hongjun to stop him in person, these eternal and indestructible innate masters would really regenerate the earth, fire, feng shui, and open another party. The world of heaven and earth.

Although there are still many inaccurate descriptions in this, it can also make Xun Shaoyu understand the preciousness of luck.

One can imagine the wonder of "luck" that can make the innate leader unwilling to let go easily.

"The message from the stone mirror is only to reincarnate in the heavens and converge the luck of heaven and earth!"

"Luck! Luck!"

The information in this stone mirror almost contains the meaning of longing for 'luck'.

But too little information was left behind, and the stone mirror was broken into more than 12 pieces. The inherited information from the stone mirror was also fragmented.

We can only piece it together here and there, and with the continuous repair of the stone mirror, can we hope to truly obtain the innate inheritance contained in this stone mirror.

A gentleman does not stand under a wall of danger!

Xun Shaoyu did not dare to take the risk and used this stone mirror to travel between the heavens.

not to mention other...

But when his true spirit reincarnates in other worlds, what should he do with his physical body?

If it were in other worlds, it would last for more than ten years, or even dozens of years.

I'm afraid that by then, his physical body will be rotten, and not even the bones will be left.

Don't look at him. He's not doing very well in this world, just walking on thin ice.

But no matter what, he is now the son of a country who can hold out his hands with clothes, open his mouth with food, and have beautiful maids at his disposal.

The quality of life was so high that even though he had seen "big scenes", he was stunned.

Even though the aunt's wife didn't want to see him, the king's father didn't pay much attention to him either.

But he boasts that his years of caution have not hindered his freedom throughout his life.

Why take the risk of reincarnation and go to other strange worlds to seize luck?
If you have bad luck and are reincarnated as a beggar, disabled, or a prisoner...

Wouldn't that be a tragedy...

For him who knows neither chemistry nor glass making.

It's better than now to just stay in this world and don't go out and mess around.

'Wandering' around requires capital!

Now, he does not have the capital to support him in trying everywhere.

As long as he 'fails' once, he will not be able to climb out even if he falls into a pit.

It was precisely because of this concern that Xun Shaoyu still seemed very unfazed after seeing this magnificent starry scene.

On impulse, I started to 'wave'...

That's impossible, not in this life, it's not his character.

Taking a quick trip may seem very cool, but you also need to be able to stay alive!
The saddest thing in life is that the "money" is not spent when a person dies; the saddest thing is that the "money" is used up when a person is alive!

This is such a simple sentence, which clearly proves that people are the first thing.

"Let's go back!"

Now that he saw that there was a possibility of repairing this stone mirror, Xun Shaoyu just accepted this reality calmly.

As soon as I thought about it, a ripple appeared in the lake of my heart, wanting to interrupt the connection between my heart and the stone mirror, so that my self-awareness could 'wake up' from nothingness.

This is a method he has figured out over the years when his mind is in harmony with the stone mirror.

only……

When he first came up with this idea, a trace of traction force suddenly came from a star surrounded by red air.

This star was very close to his consciousness.

And that kind of power seemed weak, but in an instant, it firmly fixed Xun Shaoyu's consciousness in nothingness, unable to move at all.

Then he was like this, driven by the strands of power, getting closer to the star little by little.

Looking at the distance that was getting closer, there was Shi Jing's barely concealed cheer.

"****"

This kind of sour feeling that the overlord forced his bow made Xun Shaoyu feel powerless except to say MMP to Shi Jing.

Gradually, a vague feeling came over his mind again.

If he had no resistance, he lost consciousness...

Just in a sudden glance, I saw an increasingly deep red color.

…………

In the 18th year of Emperor Zhuang's reign in the Wei Dynasty, it was April [-]th, early spring.

Yizhou, Jingyuan Prefecture, Changzhi County, Yongan Township.

This day is a big day that cannot be ignored for Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village.

The harvest of a year of hard work, and whether the year is good or not, all depend on the 'success or failure' of this day.

Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village start to get busy at the beginning of the ugly season and when the rooster crows.

Inside and outside the village, everyone looked busy.

On a slightly raised mound, there are several short branches, about the same width.

These short branches were polished very smooth by the villagers with stones, exposing the white and yellow inner core.

Those rough barks were carefully polished off little by little by the protruding wooden thorns.

This mound, that is, the slightly raised ground, is only two or three feet up and down. Adults only need to take big steps, dozens of steps, that is, go back and forth once.

A rectangular sacrificial table was level with the mound.

On this sacrificial table, there is a whole roasted pig.

The roasted pig head is facing the mound, and there is still a little gray wood ash on the roasted brown pig skin.

Every villager who passed by Jizhuo, or who passed by Jizhuo on purpose, couldn't help but swallow hard, make a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and then left with great reluctance.

"...The time has come!!"

A stooped man, half-dressed.The washed gray shirt was stained with dust.His face was suddenly filled with grooves, but he was still full of energy and his voice was loud.

Following this loud chant, people from Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village came out clearly distinguished.

Groups of villagers surrounded the two old men, and the atmosphere between them was somewhat tense.

"Cough...cough..."

An old man in plain clothes and tattered clothes, with gray hair and a bowed back, coughed from time to time, holding a wooden stick with trembling hands like old tree bark.His skinny body seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Old Seven..."

The old man smacked his chapped lips and said, "It's time to fight for water again... Hehe... Look at us guys going up the river. With all the boats, we will definitely take the lion's share again this year."

Although the old man's body was thin, he still patted his chest with undiminished pride.

"Hehe... old guy... you look down on our Xiahe Village. What do you mean it's yours again?"

Another old man was also leaning on a piece of rotten wood. His ravaged face was full of traces of wind and frost, and his bright eyes were also quite dissatisfied.

"What, you want to have a fight?"

This old man is also quite fiery. Seeing that this old man named 'Lao Qi' is not to be outdone.

"We sons and daughters who go up the river are never afraid of this!"

Suddenly, several thin men stood beside the old man. Some men from Shanghe picked up their own hoes and looked at each other eagerly.

Fighting with weapons has been around since ancient times.It is the most primitive way for rural people to resolve conflicts between villages in an era when the government did not go to the countryside.As small as a household or as large as a village, they are all primitive violence.

"Humph……"

'Lao Qi' snorted coldly, and several big men behind him who also had weathered faces also raised the pickaxe handles in their hands as if to demonstrate.

It’s just that neither the people from Shanghe Village nor the people from Xiahe Village have pickaxe handles and hoes in their hands made of iron.

Just fixed, the stone blade polished with bluestone serves as a pickaxe blade and a hoe blade.

'Lao Qi' said slowly: "Fang Lao Liu... your temper is still so explosive, you can get angry at the slightest."

"With your temper, if you offend those high-ranking people, you will be killed!"

After hearing the words of 'Lao Qi', Fang Laoliu held the wooden stick tightly in his palm, almost making the veins bulge.

"Hehe... I lost my head, but it's just a scar the size of a bowl. Who knows when a bad old man like me will die..."

Fang Laoliu breathed out with difficulty, as if the topic was very heavy.

'Lao Qi' also consciously made a mistake. This topic is very sensitive.

If he is taken over by those 'country dogs', he will lose some skin even if he doesn't die.

"Sigh... We are all southerners, and we are all fourth-class people. If we continue to kill each other, what will it look like?"

Fang Laoliu sighed and said: "In previous years... it was all adults fighting for water. Which year didn't a few strong laborers die? This year we will change it. Adults will not be allowed to go up, so we will let the boys from the two villages. Let’s fight.”

'Old Seven' nodded in agreement: "Okay... let the cubs go up. They are weak and can't do anything serious. Any bumps or bruises are inevitable."

These two old men looked inconspicuous.But in fact, they are all clan elders in their respective villages, who hold the power of 'life and death' for their clansmen.

Generally speaking, the elders of this race are not only the highest in seniority, but also have the prestige that makes all the villagers convinced.

He is the real helmsman of a village and a clan...

(End of this chapter)