There is a majestic aura in heaven and earth, which is shared by Confucianism.
Confucianism is not just a common scholar who has no power to tie a chicken.
In ancient times, hundreds of schools of thought contended. Although each school had its own Taoist tradition, only the Confucian sect had a long-standing tradition of immortality and prosperity. Of course, the Confucian sect monks could not lack some strength.
In fact, even in the chaotic times of the Middle Ages, Confucianism still held great power. Those civil servants in the medieval dynasties had supreme power, and their cultivation was unfathomable. The great medieval Confucian Fan Zhongyan just said, "Look northwest, shoot."
"Sirius", abruptly ended the national destiny of Xixia, and was so tyrannical that it was unrivaled. At that time, many military strategists were willing to join his sect.
Lu Yu seemed to be a blend of hundreds of schools in this life, but in fact he was still a disciple of Confucianism.
Therefore, he is quite familiar with the awe-inspiring atmosphere around him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bright and awe-inspiring aura burned like a raging fire, and all the ghosts were blown to pieces and turned into ashes.
At the same time, the mountains in front of me suddenly split apart, and a mountain road led directly to the secluded place.
"come in."
A weak voice came from the mountains.
Lu Yu did not hesitate, and immediately stepped onto the mountain road and entered it. Unexpectedly, there was a secret realm behind the mountain road. When he stepped into it, the surrounding space began to spin, and soon Lu Yu was in front of another space.
This is a canyon, surrounded by steep mountain walls on all sides and isolated from the outside world.
Lu Yu landed on the ground, and his feet suddenly kicked against a piece of jade.
The surrounding light was dim, and the jade stone emitted a faint light.
Lu Yu picked up the jade, inspected it, and murmured: "Soul-nourishing jade..."
"Come here." An old voice reached Lu Yu's ears.
Lu Yu had not recovered yet and could not use his spiritual consciousness, but he still followed the direction and walked into the depths of the canyon.
Soon, a cave appeared in front of Lu Yu. It was about as tall as a person and not very deep. It took about ten meters to walk to the end.
The stone walls of the cave were covered with soul-nourishing jade, which emitted a faint light. A faint shadow appeared in front of Lu Yu, looking extremely dim.
"Thank you, senior, for your help."
Lu Yu bowed his hands in salute.
The shadow had the posture of an old man, with long hair disheveled, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly dull.
This is a soul. Although it is weak, it is not Cui Jue or Lu Zhidao's first-class Can Nian. If it can grow stronger, it can completely live another life with the soul's posture.
But Lu Yu was focused on the golden pressure of the phantom.
Standing in front of this soul, you can't help but feel a sense of urgency, as if you are meeting a strict teacher and you must be careful in your words and actions.
Hunhun raised his head slightly and stared at Lu Yu. He just looked up and down a few times and suddenly let out a long sigh of disappointment.
"Senior?" Lu Yu took a step forward.
After a long time, the old man slowly said: "Too weak! With your strength, how can you dare to wander here?"
Lu Yu's whole body cultivation was sealed. Although he has recovered a little through Qi refining techniques, it is just a drop in the bucket and he is just like a mortal.
Lu Yu was helpless. He knew that he had been misunderstood by the old man in front of him.
"May I ask your senior's name?" Lu Yu saluted again.
This was a disciple's worship, and Lu Yu felt a ray of holy power in the old man's body!
The old man was very weak. After a long time, he said slowly: "I, Han Yu."
Lu Yu froze on the spot, this name roaring like thunder in his heart.
The ancestor of the Han family disappeared without a trace soon after he became a saint. No one could have imagined that he was hiding here!