The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

Under the dark clouds, the wind blew.

The huge earth pit at the excavation site.

The red fairy sword is suspended in mid-air!

The old man from Sword Soul boasted angrily!

"...I have studied swordsmanship for thirteen thousand years, and my swordsmanship is divine..."

The foxes next to them all squinted their eyes and had weird expressions, looking like "You can brag, but I believe I'll lose."

The old sword spirit guy can't stand this!

"Hmph, watch it! Ouch!"

He screamed strangely! Soaring into the sky!

The sword blade was swung in mid-air, throwing out a sword energy and throwing a huge stone slab on the ground!

puff!

With one strike of the sword, the stone slab made a soft muffled sound.

The foxes quietly squinted their eyes and looked over. After staring for a while, they saw that there was a light white mark on the stone slab.

He was actually cut open by that sword energy!

The fairy sword flew back to the fox group.

The old man of Sword Soul was proud of himself.

"How about it, did you see it?

"Is my strength still worth showing off?"

Foxes, you look at me and I look at you, exchanging glances and whispering.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch…”

...seems to be average.

"Ouch, ugh, oh, oh, oh..."

...It has the strength of White Claw a year ago.

"嘤嘤嗷嗷嗷..."

...White Claw can cut this stone slab into neat horizontal and vertical checkerboard grids in just a moment!

"嘤嘤嗷嗷!"

...The old man is old and has half the strength of White Claw, which is already very good!

The old sword spirit man floated next to him, his eyes widened, his face red and angry, and he breathed out from his nostrils!

Which fox is this White Claw?

Why do these foxes look down on his strength in Chixue Qianshan?

Chixue Qianshan must be strong throughout his life, not weaker than a human, let alone a fox! You must not be looked down upon by others, let alone by a fox!

"Ouch..."

With a strange cry, it soared into the sky again, swung its sword blade in mid-air, and chopped down streaks of sword energy, hitting the huge stone slab!

Horizontally or vertically?

Checkerboard?

puff! puff! puff……

One after another sword energy, there was a muffled sound, and there were neat horizontal white marks!

The foxes hid in the distance, watching the swords raging in the sky, and watching the huge stone slab being cut into pieces. They all tightened their expressions on their faces, temporarily maintaining their disdain and unable to show happiness.

It wasn't until the fairy sword exhausted its sword energy that it fell from mid-air, hitting the stone slab with a clang, bouncing and rolling, and then the foxes rushed into the pit with cheers.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

"嘤嘤嘤!"

...The slate is cut and ready to be dug out!

…

The foxes started from the edge. Some used big-mouth excavators, and some cooperated with small shovels. They dug out the divided stone slabs one by one, turned it over, turned it upside down, and let the other side with words and patterns stand. One side is exposed!

boom!

The first stone slab flipped to the ground, kicking up smoke and dust.

But on the surface of the stone slab, a vivid fairy sketch was engraved with dense text.

The foxes are even more excited!

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

Based on their many years of archaeological experience, the quality of this document is definitely worth the hard work!

…

The stone surface in the distance.

The fairy sword trembled slightly, and the sword tip was raised several times, trying to fly, but the sword energy was exhausted and could not fly for the time being!

After all, a sword without an owner is like water without a source or a tree without roots. Once it is consumed, if you want to make up for it, you can only wait slowly.

The figure of the old man Sword Soul was hollow and weak, lying beside him.

"Which...which one is...White Claw..."

A figure came over, bent down and picked up the sword.

It's Bai Mo.

He had a weird expression and recalled that day when Xian Jian was cutting mushrooms in the cafeteria and dancing in the air. It must be the same reason as today, they were all tricked by the foxes...

He cleared his throat, considered it, and spoke the truth.

"Well, White Claw is the strongest swordsman in Fox Mountain.

“It’s…really strong.

"Even if I hold a broken sword, I have never lost."

Xian Jian asked with his last strength.

"Who is better, me or it?"

Bai Mo considered it carefully and told the truth.

"You haven't competed before, so it's hard to say.

"Perhaps...each has its own advantages and disadvantages?

"Only through specific projects and specific comparisons can we know."

And a fox each has its own merits? !

Its sword soul has been cultivated for thirteen thousand years, and its sword body has been sharpened for thirteen thousand years. As a result, it and a fox with white claws each win and have their own strengths?

Sword Soul's eyes widened!

It was so tired that it was even so tired that it could not show itself...but it could not close its eyes until the last moment of being disorganized.

…

In the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo sat behind the desk, reading documents one after another... The documents this time came from the stone slabs that had just been dug out.

But the slate is too thick, making it inconvenient to transport and store.

The apprentices used a brand-new method...the rubbing leaves, using huge dark green leaves to print the documents on those slates back!

"This document is really good!"

[Purple root, born in extremely cold places, rooted in glaciers...]

[Sancha mango root grows on the edge of the rainforest and takes root in the swamp...]

[Mosquito repellent stewed roots, grown on the edge of the desert, the smell can repel mosquitoes...]

The document just unearthed is a rare root system illustration!

There are not only text descriptions, but also accompanying pictures, which clearly illustrate the whole picture, as well as the cross-sections and details.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

The little big eye next to him was guarding the potion pool, soaking the rubbing leaves that Master had seen in the potion to help preserve the rubbing leaves.

"Ouch!"

The bow on the side and the rubbing leaves taken out of the potion pool were wiped clean and rolled up, ready to be put into storage later.

Bai Mo was reading and writing down, feeling strange in his heart.

"It seems that the huge stone slab that the apprentices just dug out and cut... was a huge stone wall back then?

"Why did Dan Palace burn so many illustrations of strange root systems onto the stone wall?"

He opened another roll of rubbing leaves and frowned when he saw the rubbing pattern on it.

"This...this is...a map of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty?"

When Bai Mo saw this thing for the first time, he unfolded it, rubbed it, and studied it slowly.

"Huh? It turns out that the Ancient Immortal Dynasty not only had the Nine Kingdoms? There were also a lot of vassal states?"

The nine largest parts on the map are the Nine Kingdoms.

Together, they occupy more than half of the total area of ​​the map!

Their population center and their heavenly palace are all in today’s Kyushu region!

"Well, at that time, the outlines of continents, oceans, and plates seemed to be similar to today's?"

The territory of the Nine Kingdoms divided the present-day Kyushu region, and also extended the territory to the Arctic Ocean in the north, to almost the entire continent in the west, and even across the sea to other continents.

And on the national boundaries of the Nine Kingdoms, there are a series of small vassal states!

"Why did a map appear on this huge stone wall?"

After roughly reading the picture, he rolled it up and continued reading the other leaves.

I read one after another to record the root systems of special plants. When I opened another one, I saw text descriptions.

[...The most important etiquette for a vassal country to pay tribute to the Dan Kingdom is to tie the roots of plants from its own territory on the top of the hat]

[To express this, the vassal state is the spread and extension of the Dan Kingdom’s prosperous roots in this land]

[To express this, the vassal state will always be the end of the root system of the Dan state]

[We then recorded the strange root systems on the heads of all the nations when they came to court, and carved them on these ten thousand stone walls]

"Oh I got it."

Bai Mo suddenly realized.

That huge stone wall and the illustrated plant root system on the stone wall, are they all products of the weird etiquette of the ancient Immortal Dynasty?

Bai Mo grinned when he saw the special root systems recorded on the tablet.

"That's good etiquette."

Bai Mo continued to read the documents.

After reading for a while, I wrote down a few root system illustrations, and then turned to the records of Qingyue Dan Palace's reception of two vassal states. I saw the gift list from the vassal state, the gift list from the Dan Palace in return, and the "special talents left by the vassal state." ".

[…The Heavenly Palace, the Holy Land, and the Dan Palace all have the responsibility to receive the vassal states]

[The grass platform of Qingyue Dan Palace was founded, but the foundation is unstable, and the reception responsibilities are reduced]

[...The Doklam vassal state presented gifts, fifty kilograms of dragon snake grass and one hundred kilograms of zhudanguo...]

ah?

Bai Mo frowned.

Is this all the offering?

What kind of junk is this?

[The Lord personally returned the gift, and the Purple Earth Dragon's original immortal energy was ten battles...]

Um?

Bai Mo grinned.

"Hey hey hey."

At that time, the kings and princes went to Tiangong to pay tribute and wildly harvested the wool of Tiangong.

When Dan Palace accepted the tribute from Donglang Kingdom, it was captured by Donglang Kingdom again.

Is this... a cycle of cause and effect, retribution?

Bai Mo could even imagine Junhou's dark face when he was pinched.

[The Lord of Doklam proposed that the interval between paying tribute once every ten years was too long, which was not enough to show the respect of the Kingdom of Doklam for Dan Palace. He hoped that the tribute could be changed to once every three years. The monarch smiled and said that the etiquette and law have existed since ancient times, and it cannot be done. Easy to change...]

ah?

The Lord of Doklam doesn't like the idea of ​​harvesting wool once every ten years, so he wants to change it to once every three years?

Bai Mo grinned, and he could imagine the way Junhou was smiling and feeling numb in his heart.

[The Lord of Doklam left ten geniuses and dedicated them to the Dan Palace. At the age of 100, these ten people were promoted to sequence seven...]

Um?

Bai Mo smoothed the rubbing leaf with his hand to confirm that he had not read the wrong word.

Genius, hundred years old, childish age, sequence, seven?

You read that right, but why does it sound so weird when you read it?

[The Lord of Doklam stated that if these ten people fail to learn their skills after fifty years, they can be expelled back to Doklam]

Is this... you want these ten guys to study in Dan Palace for fifty years and then return to Doklam Country?

[The prince said that there is no need to wait for fifty years. The pain of homesickness is the most bitter. These ten people can go back at any time]

It seems that the monarch is not very interested in this kind of childish genius who is 100 years old and ranked seventh...

[These ten people kowtowed in front of the king and cried, weeping bitterly, saying that they were born as Dan Palace people and died as Dan Palace ghosts, and they would never return to Donglang Kingdom in this life]

Based on his life experience, Bai Mo can probably judge that these ten guys may really want to stay in the Dan Palace forever, and really want to never go back.

…

The day flies by.

As night fell, the main hall of Fox Mountain Dormitory became lively again.

The fox apprentices were sitting in a circle, practicing boxing, swordsmanship, or tasting wine.

Of course, most of them are bragging to each other!

“Ouch, ouch, ouch…”

Hu Quanquan Hu held out his chest and raised his head, bragging about the super good documents he had unearthed during the day!

"Ouch, ugh, ugh, ugh!"

On the other side of the circle, Black Bitou held up a wine glass and boasted that he had made salty butter with soy milk!

Whoosh...

The fairy sword Chixue Qianshan, who had just regained his strength and could fly slowly and slowly, flew to the pile of foxes and asked a group of foxes with gritted teeth.

“Who’s called White Claw?

"I want to test my swordsmanship with it!"

Behind the hilt of the sword, White Claws squatted on the ground, holding up a pair of white fox claws. The fox's face was full of indifference.

For now it's not White Claw, it's "Paw Claw".

As for who White Claw is?

have no idea.

Don't understand.

never heard of that.

Xianjian didn't get the answer, so he wandered again, flew to the next circle, and continued to ask.

…

Sitting on the bedside, Bai Mo continued to unfold a rubbing leaf and read the literature.

The two fox apprentices, Peach Cake and Grape Cake, one on the left and one on the right, were leaning against the master's shoulders, eyes wide open, and they were reading the literature with the master.

"This...oh? What's going on?"

[The path of immortality in the vassal country is the same as that of the suzerain country, and there is no exception in the world]

Seeing this, Bai Mo frowned.

"In other words, there are only nine paths in the world: elixir, martial arts, sword, weapon, talisman, beast, Gu, formation, and divination?

"What about Sakura's ninjas, ronin swordsmen, witches...?"

The more Bai Mo thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

How many years ago did ninjas, ronin, samurai witches, and onmyoji all have a history together? It took hundreds of years to suffocate it to death.

Moreover, these are all popular elements that often appear in TV series, movies, and animations.

Once he thought of this, Bai Mo noticed something was wrong and vaguely tasted the smell of conspiracy.

"What's the matter?"

Bai Mo didn't worry too much.

We will receive Miyamoto Rokuzo tomorrow, so we will have a clear look then.

Continue reading the literature.

[...There have also been rebellions in vassal states in history, and the king became a fallen immortal]

[There was once a king of the Bone Sword Kingdom who managed the Bone Sword Kingdom for seven hundred years]

[For seven hundred years, all citizens, after reaching the age of twenty, have to take a tibia and provide it to the king]

[Thousands of tibia bones were ground into living bone swords, and the living bone ten thousand sword array was refined. Later, the sword array was used to kill the three princes of the Qi Kingdom]

Bai Mo looked dizzy.

Seven hundred years? A tibia for all the nation? Living bones?

"In the past seven hundred years, he lived in the palace, enjoyed the worship of a country, and was able to collect materials from living people in violation of heaven's rules. This...is he considered a fallen immortal? Ordinary fallen immortals can't compare to him!

"The fallen immortals live in the open, suffer hardships, and are often very poor. How can they compare with him?"

Bai Mo smacked his lips.

[There was once a leader of the Shewo Kingdom who managed the Shewo Kingdom for six hundred years]

[For six hundred years, all citizens have had bamboo tubes inserted into their waists to extract bile every day and provide them with snakes.]

[He fed a mortal bitter green snake all the way to the upper limit and reached sequence four]

[This snake can spit out poisonous clouds when it opens its mouth, causing harm to 30,000 people in the Beast Kingdom. It was eventually killed by the Lord of the Eyes]

When Bai Mo saw this, he was even more sad and speechless.

These small vassals belong to the king of the country, and their territory is in a small corner of the country. Information is limited, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away. And with the deterrence of the king, he can do whatever he wants. Far stronger than ordinary fallen immortals.

What kind of snake nest country leader can squeeze the bile of a country for six hundred years?

Which ordinary fallen immortal would dare to have such a sweet dream?

I don’t write about hodgepodge, I really don’t! ! Make it clear in advance that all the weird ways in other areas are scams.

Regarding nation, history, these things, the author does have personal interests. But it is impossible for the author to write the plot in a vulgar way for personal gain. . That's not the case. . A good plot is the basis of everything.