Chapter 32: The Power of the Divine Confucian Xuanzhang
"The Mysterious Chapter of Divine Confucianism" is the work of the divine Confucian Zichuan who painstakingly researched it. It integrates his Tao and principles and specializes in spiritual consciousness. It is wonderful.
If played by others, the power will be much different, but if he plays it himself and matches it with his own way, no one dares to underestimate it.
Zijin was also very powerful, and he had already seen through the mysteries of the Confucian Mysteries in just a few moments.
In the realm of consciousness, Zi Jin, who became a great master of the generation, waved his hand and broke through the illusion. The scene changed instantly and he came to a bamboo forest.
It is the place where Master Qiuzi taught and preached in the past.
"Junzilin."
Zijin murmured, and the illusion appeared before his eyes again, and he saw disciples coming and going in the gentleman's forest, talking about scriptures and Taoism, and his master Qiuzi always lectured and taught the way of a gentleman.
Qiu Zi said: "The way of a gentleman lies in benevolence, knowledge, and courage. The man who is benevolent..."
Among the disciples under the seat, Zijin was in the middle, and three senior brothers, Zichuan, Ziqian, and Zihua, surrounded her, like stars holding the moon, her grace was unparalleled.
At that time, she still looked like the girl she is now, and the three senior brothers were also in their prime years.
Zijin said: "We are all gone. You have all changed and become old. Only I will remain young forever, just like before."
As she spoke, a finger of sword energy ruthlessly penetrated Qiuzi, and the illusion was shattered again. She opened her eyes and saw Zichuan playing the sacred harp in front of her, with the sound of waves in her ears. Zihua was beside her, eyes closed, still immersed in
Unable to extricate myself from the illusion.
Zi Jin smiled and said: "It's a good song, senior brother, but it's a pity that it ends here."
I saw her pulling out her green silk sword and stabbing Shen Ruzichuan with one sword. Her moves were mediocre, like a beginner's. She couldn't tell how sophisticated she was, but it was even harder to guard against.
Zichuan, on the other hand, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he didn't realize the danger was coming and was immersing himself in the piano.
At the critical moment, the green silk sword was only the slightest distance from Zichuan's door, but Zijin stopped on his own, not out of nostalgia, but because he sensed something was wrong.
She was surprised and happy and said: "No, no, I'm still in the illusion. What a senior brother, you amaze me."
I saw her green silk sword pointing at the sky, and the sword energy soared into the sky. The sky suddenly cracked, revealing a gap. Zijin cut himself with a sword, split his soul into two, and one of them came out of the gap.
Facing Zichuan opened his eyes and said proudly: "Qingqing, in this state of consciousness, do you want to defeat me with half of your soul?"
"If you don't try it, how will you know it's not possible?"
There was a two-person battle in the Realm of Consciousness, but outside the Realm of Consciousness, in the real world, applause suddenly sounded: "Pah, pah, pah..."
Half of Zijin's soul took over the physical body and said: "Not bad, not bad, what a beautiful song, I am very happy. So, senior brother, are you ready to take my sword?"
She pulled out her green silk sword again and stabbed the divine Confucian Zichuan. Zichuan closed his eyes and played "The Divine Confucian Mysterious Chapter" affectionately. The tune was sometimes soothing and sometimes exciting, making people completely immersed in his rhythm. p>
He is worthy of being a great master of Qin Dao and can be considered as a master.
When the crisis comes, this time, Zijin will not stop, life and death are only in a moment.
Yue Guan Shan, who was watching the battle from a distance, watched nervously as his true energy gathered in his palms, ready to rescue at any time.
Ziqian looked calm, watching everything happen from a distance, feeling confused.
At the moment of crisis, he suddenly saw a fan blocking the green silk sword. Zijin didn't need to turn around, he already knew who it was.
She asked: "What is the name of this piece of music?"
""The Mysterious Chapter of Divine Confucianism""
"I remember it. This is the most beautiful piece of music I have ever heard."
She said, turning around to fight Zihua.
Zihua, Zihua, Zihua, who was controlled by the Confucian Xuanzhang, got rid of the selfish desires of the human heart, restored rational perception, and fought against Zijin for a while.
He advised: "Little junior sister, Qingqing, stop it, give up your unrealistic fantasies, we senior brothers will start over again, and laugh and laugh together."
"Fantasy? Oh, your thoughts are just fantasy after all."
After a few more moves, Zijin showed off his power with the green silk sword, and Zihua gradually fell into defeat.
The green silk sword is cyan, because Zi Jin took three thousand green hairs of her own and condensed them into a sword. She was born with a sword bone, and the green hair made the sword even more powerful.
There are two forms of the green silk sword. One becomes the Three Thousand Sword. The sword is sharp and continuous. The Three Thousand is transformed into one. It is powerful but not crafty.
Zi Jin made another sword move, and the green silk sword turned into three thousand and hit Zi Hua. Zi Hua was helpless and could only barely protect the important parts of his body. The rest were all scratched by the sword energy, bleeding and seriously injured.
Fell to the ground.
Zijin pointed his sword at Zichuan, and just as he was about to make a move, his body suddenly shook, and the other half of his soul returned to his physical body, suffering extremely serious injuries.
Facing Zichuan opened his eyes at the same time and said: "Little junior sister, you are too arrogant."
He already had the home field advantage and was proficient in this skill. How could he lose when he fought against half of Zi Jin's souls in the realm of consciousness? In the end, he almost defeated him. At the same time, his own soul also suffered serious sword wounds. It can be seen that
Zi Jin can make him stronger,
The soul was injured and the true energy was consumed. Zichuan stopped playing the piano and could no longer play.
When the sacred chapter of Confucianism stopped, Zihua himself suddenly woke up from the illusion, and his rational perception faded. Just now, he had experienced the same illusion more than a hundred times, and his state of mind had changed unconsciously.
"Little junior sister, hey..."
He suddenly realized that the love for his junior sister was no longer with him, and Zihua felt empty, empty, lost, and with a twilight expression.
Zijin replied: "Brother, after saying so much, you are still going to lose."
"That's not necessarily the case."
In the distance, Yueguan Mountain saw that the time had come and stepped forward, but saw Zigan blocking the way.
He said: "Little friends, please don't interfere in the battle between these two people."
Zichuan hasn't introduced them yet.
Yue Guan Shan replied: "Why?"
"Both of them are peerless masters, you can't stop them. Besides, this is a battle agreed between the two of them, so it's not easy for others to interfere."
Yue Guan Shan smiled and looked at him. Looking at his face, his complexion was deep and a little dark. He sighed, what a mess, in the end, it was just a dream.
Yueguanshan's movement was so fast that he passed him in a blink of an eye and stood in the middle of the battlefield.
Zi Qian thought to himself: Such a high level of cultivation, what a variable.
Zijin said: "Huh? Who are you?"
Yue Guan Shandao: "A disciple of the junior god Confucian Zichuan has met Master Zijin."
"The boy is very good. Senior brother, you have a good vision. Do you want to take over from your master in the battle?"
Yue Guanshan replied: "Master aunt is the elder, and the younger generation dare not make mistakes. Both sides have been seriously injured in the military battle. How about discussing the doctrine in a civil war?"
"About what?"
"Master aunt is good at swordsmanship, let's talk about swords."
"What is a sword?"
Yue Guan Shan thought carefully: "If I am the sword and you are the sword, then there will be no one in the world who knows the art of swordsmanship."
Zi Jin smiled and said: "Since I am a sword, how dare you stand side by side with me?"
"I understand the way of swordsmanship. Everything is a sword. The seven emotions and six desires are swords. There is a sword in the way, but the sword is not the way. With this understanding, it is possible to call it a sword."
Zi Jin pondered and asked: "Yes, how can love be used as a sword?"
She has been trapped by love all her life, which cannot be penetrated or investigated.
"Master Gu wants to kill the world with a sword, but it is a ruthless sword, right?"
"Yes."
"Sister-in-law is in love with one person. This sword is a sentimental sword. Is that correct?"
Zijin thought silently: "Yes."
Yue Guan Shandao: "May I ask Master Sister whether the sword in her hand is sentient or ruthless?"
Sentient? Heartless? This is a difficult question.
Zijin's soul was injured, and he immediately fell into the trap of words in Yueguan Mountain, muttering all the time: affectionate, ruthless.
In fact, it is difficult to define what is sentimental and what is ruthless. How can one make a clear distinction?
At this moment, the situation in Junzilin appeared in her mind, and she grabbed Yueguan Mountain and jumped away.
Yue Guan Shan did not dare to move. The green silk sword was spinning around in front of him, and he could feel the sharpness on the sword.
When Zijin left, Zihua stood up tremblingly and said, "Oh, it's so sad."
He laughed at himself for being pathetic and deplorable. He had been confused for half his life, and now he finally woke up. He turned around and walked towards the seaside. With a long roar, a whale appeared, followed by a small one.
Zihua flew onto its back and rolled away towards the sea.
Zi Qian walked up to Zi Chuan and said, "Brother, let me heal your wounds."
Zichuan waved his hand to stop and said: "What I hurt is my soul, no need, just leave."
He waved his sleeves, put away the sacred musical instrument, and staggered away from the coast of the East China Sea.
Ziqian looked at his senior brother's retreating figure and sighed helplessly.
Shenru Zichuan left the coast of the East China Sea and walked on the wilderness. He lamented the fate of his brothers and sisters and walked forward silently.
Suddenly, an arrow came across the sky and shot towards Zichuan. Zichuan hurriedly avoided it and shouted sharply: