Wearing a purple gold crown and Wuhou's robe, sitting there, he exuded a silent majesty.
For decades, he has assisted Yang Pan in regulating yin and yang and adjusting the situation in the world.
Even when Hong Xuanji is silent, he naturally has an air of magnanimity.
Just like a divine king who controls the fate of countless sentient beings and dominates the gods, his kung fu skills have penetrated deep into his bones.
It was as if even while sitting there, he had been practicing martial arts.
But it was these things that Hong Xuanji showed, and he wanted to give Hong Yi a decisive blow that made him completely sure that Hong Xuanji's martial arts had completely gone astray.
Even if he can break through to the highest level of shattering the vacuum in the future, he will not be his opponent.
The fist seems to be grand and all-encompassing, but it has completely lost the true right path and is reincarnated in life and death?
It is true that the heaven and earth are round, but trying to master the principles of heaven and earth with the power of living beings is nothing but an illusion, and it is also a seemingly grand and wrong path.
Any true sage focuses on explaining the great ways of heaven and earth based on human principles, rather than directly grasping the great ways of heaven and earth.
It may seem like you will gain temporary strength in this way, but in reality it will only make you farther away from the human world and farther away from heaven and earth.
Without his own fundamental way, his strength only rises with the prosperity of heaven and earth, and dissipates very quickly just like the destruction of heaven and earth.
As a top being who has entered the human-immortal realm, Hong Xuanji's mind is so sharp. In a short period of time, he noticed that the little awe that was left in Hong Yi's heart completely dissipated.
Although I don't know why this is the case, if I really want to convince Hong Yi, I can't just sit idly by and ignore it.
After several miscalculations, Hong Xuanji had already paid the utmost attention to the son he had with Meng Bingyun.
"Do you feel any discomfort after returning home from a long trip?"
A deep and mellow voice sounded, and every word was spoken with unusual precision.
The tough tone also carries the concern of a parent.
But Hong Yi didn't care about the meaning.
After meeting his father, he bowed his hands and bowed, then lowered his hands to his sides and replied calmly.
“I have traveled a lot, gained a wide range of experiences, and met good teachers and friends, so I don’t feel uncomfortable.”
The questions and answers were extremely decent, but it was more like a monarch and his ministers playing against each other, without the feeling of family members.
If it were in the past, Hong Xuanji must have felt that such an atmosphere was right. As a master of Neo-Confucianism, he was even vaguely the leader of the Neo-Confucian school.
Hong Xuanji pays attention to the principles of emperor, minister, father and son, and the ethical principles should not be exceeded in the slightest. The rules and regulations are detailed and cumbersome. This not only shows the authority of the superior, but also controls everything below him.
But today he actually felt that the feeling of being stung by the doctrine he believed in also made him feel a nameless anger.
Hong Xuanji's status cannot be revealed at all.
Otherwise, if Hong Yi notices it, he will only feel that he has won without a fight.
"It is a good thing to gain something and achieve something, but don't be arrogant. When you have nothing to do, you should go to the Imperial College more frequently and listen to the teachings of the teachers such as offering sacrifices. Soon it will be the time for the scientific examination. Don't take it lightly.
, the way of writing and interpreting scriptures is quite different from the method of scientific research, so don’t lose confidence if you are disappointed.”
The words ended here, and so did Hong Xuanji's patience.
"Children, remember your father's teachings."
Hong Yi bowed his hand again and seemed to have nothing more to say when he saw Hong Xuanji.
"Then I won't disturb my father in handling government affairs. I'll just let him say one more word."
"The laws of nature and human desires are the laws of nature. I hope father will think more about it."
Seeing Hong Xuanji's thick sword-like eyebrows gradually frowning, Hong Yi stopped lingering.
He turned around and left directly, not caring that all his secrets were exposed to Hong Xuanji.
Seeing Hong Yi's behavior, I have to say that Hong Xuanji's heart was filled with murderous intent, but he quickly suppressed it.
Looking at Hong Yi's retreating figure, the Marquis who had been in charge of the world's political situation for many years murmured.
"I, how could I have lost my Taoist heart because of an evil son?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes became loftier and deeper, like the bottomless sky. At first glance, it looked as clear as water, but after careful consideration, he couldn't see the things inside at all, and could only see a piece of Hunyuan. .
The emergence of Xin Xue changed the situation of the entire world, and naturally affected the cultivation level of this man who was at the pinnacle of Da Qian.
Those who see mountains will gain mountains; those who encounter water will enjoy water.
This knowledge is like a bright mirror, which allows Hong Xuanji to see his future path. It also allows him to get rid of the last demons in his heart and jump out. In a short period of time, he has even begun to understand his own acupoints and achieve a level of understanding. The reason for knowing the realm of all orifices.
The next step is to condense the essence of the fist and let the spirit influence the material.
How could Hong Xuanji at this time allow Hong Yi to easily destroy the realm of Taoism?
"Hmph, is there a dispute between the Tao and the Tao?"
Hong Xuanji closed his eyes and opened them again. He turned around and took down a picture hanging on the study room. He looked at the scene on the picture and suddenly smiled.
"Bingyun, are you continuing the debate with me on the great road?"
The gentle look on his face made it difficult for people to tell that this Hong Xuanji was Wu Wenhou who was above the court and was like a man of wood, stone and iron heart.
But then he threw the scroll into the charcoal basin, and the flames quickly engulfed the painting.
"It's a pity. The great road has been established. How can a mere road dispute disturb my heart?"
"Not only do I want to win, but I also want to change that scoundrel. Only in this way can I represent that the battle between you and me will finally have a winner!"
After those categorical words, when Hong Xuanji raised his head again, his expression became more and more indifferent, close to gods and demons but far away from the world!
...
Zhao Youqian was waiting outside Wu Wenhou's mansion, but he didn't seem anxious.
I only occasionally noticed a few prying eyes, but Zhao Youqian was not someone who gave people face, or even pretended not to know.
Whoever comes to peek will feel what it means to suffer a loss.
I'm afraid these people have never encountered a being like Zhao Youqian. His cultivation is profound and unpredictable, and he has no intention of giving anyone face at all.
As long as he is aware of the prying thoughts of his soul, he not only annihilates those thoughts, but also fights back, which makes many high-status nuns in the Wu Wenhou Mansion feel like stars.
What's more, there was blood flowing out of the five orifices, his face was pale, and his soul had been greatly traumatized.
Unfortunately, they don't dare to go out to find people to argue with them. It's okay for everyone to abide by the unspoken rules for some things, but some people are unwilling to abide by them and have the ability to break the rules, so they can only make people suffer and dare not say anything. .
It was also at this moment that Mrs. Zhao, the head wife of Wuwen Marquis, understood what a terrifying existence this inconspicuous young man following Hong Yi was.
After not waiting long, Zhao Youqian smiled tacitly at Hong Yi when he saw Hong Yi walking out of the Hou Mansion, and left side by side.
But before they had walked a few steps, when they arrived at Wenchang Street, several wealthy slaves in Tsing Yi who were in a hurry came up with happy faces when they saw them.
"Is this Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Youqian came to this world and called himself Zhao Da, but not many people knew about it. They couldn't help but be a little surprised when they saw such a few wealthy slaves questioning him.
"It's me, what's the matter?"
After a brief response, these wealthy slaves were seen respectfully presenting a famous letter with both hands.
"The young master of our building has invited me to a banquet. Please don't refuse me."
After saying that, they handed over the invitation and left quickly.
However, Zhao Youqian looked thoughtfully at the name written on the invitation, which also made Hong Yi quite curious.