It’s not just a few lines of poetry, it’s ten lines, a hundred lines, or a thousand lines!

A poem and a sword!

A poem and a ray of light!

Mountains, rivers and clouds are dyed with sword light!

The sword formation set up by thirty thousand sword cultivators was suppressed by the sword light transformed from the aura of Confucianism and Taoism!

There was only one person who used this method.

Confucian and Taoist master, Han Mu.

This is the master's method!

Between heaven and earth, apart from the flowing light and the roar of swords, there was no sound at all.

At this moment, countless people's hearts were shaken.

Who in the world can compare with such literary talent?

One step and one sword poem, the literary spirit soars to the sky!

Confucianism and Taoism are so cruel!

After today, who dares to say that Confucian scholars are incapable of tying a chicken?

A gentleman walks with a sword and uses poetry as a sword to control the injustice of the world!

This is the true Confucianism!

In Han Muye's divine treasure, the Red Dust Curse turned into a golden light curtain, stirring up all the awe-inspiring energy and turning it into sword light.

Among them, there is also the Soul Sword condensed with the power of Han Muye's soul.

In the sea of ​​​​qi, all the dark purple human eyes surged out, dyeing half of the sky into crimson purple.

"With such a majestic aura and boundless popularity, is he really willing to let it go..." Yun Duan, who was standing next to Princess Yunjin, whispered in her mouth.

Are you willing?

Are you willing to spend your whole life practicing here?

No ordinary person would be willing to do this kind of thing.

But how can those great Confucians who have reached the master level be considered ordinary people?

Yun Jin stared at the endless churning golden light and purple clouds, and remembered that when he was studying the classics, Han Muye did not raise his head all night.

In the eyes of the Confucian and Taoist master, he, the most beautiful woman in Jinchuan, is nothing more than a beauty with a withered body, and he cannot shake his mind at all, right?

At this time, the hearts of countless people were shaken, but they were not as shocked as the Dongfang Shu who stood in the void with his soul condensed.

Looking at the sword light in the sky, he trembled all over. In his palm, he waved the ink pen, and the golden characters appeared one by one.

Copying the poems written by Han Muye, the light of the sword was condensed, although it was much dim, but it still became a sword.

With this sword, you can kill the Nascent Soul in the heavenly realm!

Without relying on the authority of heaven and earth, Confucianism and Taoism can compete with practitioners in the world!

Dongfang Shu raised his hand and bowed to Han Muye who was still writing in front of him.

"Mr. Han Mu, I understand."

Hearing his words, Han Muye paused slightly with the pen in his hand and said calmly: "What did you realize?"

Dongfang Shu straightened up, and the purple power of human gaze on his body condensed into large characters.

"Student Dongfang Shu understands the words of Mr. Dongfang Shu when he stays at Bailu Mountain Academy."

"We Confucians and Taoists should establish our minds for the heaven and earth, establish our lives for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations."

"Today, sir, you are trying to bring peace to me through Confucianism and Taoism for all eternity!"

The words of Dongfang Shu are like muffled thunder, rolling in the sky, and turbulent for thousands of miles.

He almost exhausted his popularity and spread those four sentences a hundred thousand miles away.

At this moment, his soul was weak, as if his strength was exhausted and his body was dissipating.

But at that moment those four words spread across hundreds of thousands of miles.

The whole world shook.

Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry on the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations!

These four sentences are the best in Confucianism and Taoism in the world!

Those white-headed Confucian scholars were all in tears.

If you can understand this principle, you will have no regrets even if you die!

"No wonder he is willing to..." Princess Yunjin clenched her fists and whispered.

Beside her, Yun Duan opened her big eyes and said softly: "Can he really do it to create peace for all generations?"

At this moment, a magnificent purple aura rose from all Confucian and Taoist practitioners within a radius of one hundred thousand miles.

Countless purple auras of hope gathered in the direction of Han Muye.

The purple air surges like thick clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

If a person looks like this and condenses, he can become a great person!

Far away in the Wenyuan Palace in the imperial city, the figure of Marquis Wu appeared.

"Bookbag, Senior Brother Wen, this kind of popularity has already divided the destiny, and can even become a saint in one step, you don't care?"

Marquis Wu stared at the thin scribe in front of the eucalyptus and spoke in a low voice.

"The fate of Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism can only produce one saint. I have become a saint, but he cannot become a saint." Wen Mo said shaking his head, his expression dull.

"If he forcibly becomes a saint, he will eventually die in ashes."

Upon hearing his words, Wu Hou was stunned, and then whispered: "That's it, I thought someone could kick you -"

"It's a pity, this kid really likes me."

After saying this, Wu Hou was stunned for a moment, then laughed and dispersed.

In the main hall, Wen Mo's voice was slightly confused, and then he shook his head.

Three thousand miles outside Jinchuan City in Western Shu County, countless people gathered to see him, but Han Muye did not achieve his success by gathering people's expectations as Wen Xiang and Wuhou thought.

He raised his hand, and the energy of everyone's hope poured into the words that filled the sky, allowing these poems to manifest their great power and be consistent with the way of heaven and earth.

Poetry blends into the way of heaven!

The poetry of the sword is in harmony with heaven and earth.

From today on, all Confucian cultivators in Zhongzhou who turn poems into swords will be blessed by the mighty power of heaven and earth.

But if you can condense poetry into a sword, you will have the power to kill with this sword.

Use the power of sanctification to spread throughout the world!

Such great power is truly a contribution to creating peace for all generations!

Countless people looked up, their hearts trembling.

Today we have not witnessed the birth of a Confucian and Taoist saint, but from now on, all Confucian scholars in Zhongzhou will carry swords.

Losing yourself and repairing the way of heaven, this is the true overhaul of Confucianism and Taoism!

In the sky, nine people looked away.

If he was more popular, he would be sent to Bailu Mountain hundreds of thousands of miles away by Han Muye.

The aura of hope fell on Bailu Mountain, and the entire Bailu Mountain turned into a cloud of smoke.

Even if it is only 10% of the chance of becoming a saint, it will turn Little White Deer Mountain into a fairyland.

A trace of hope enveloped the body of Dongfang Shu who was sitting cross-legged.

His originally thin soul suddenly solidified.

Outside Jinchuan City, the world is silent.

The sky is filled with clouds and glowing gold.

All the power of sanctification is gone.

Whether it was Dongfang Shu or Su Zizhan and He Jing standing in the distance, the expressions on their faces changed, and then they bowed slightly.

This is a great respect for a person who has not become a saint but has the power to become a saint.

This is the true Confucianism!

Below, countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners bowed and saluted.

Benefiting the world but lacking oneself, such a major cultivation deserves to be worshiped!

Han Muye waved his hand, and the spirit incarnation dispersed and returned to his body.
To be continued...