Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 252, Enlightenment of the world of mortals, Han Muye enters the realm of Confucianism and Taoism (1/2 five thousand chapters)
252, Enlightenment of the world of mortals, Han Muye enters the realm of Confucianism and Taoism (1/2 five thousand chapters)
Han Muye turned his head and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wearing a jade-white brocade robe and a purple jade crown standing at the bow of the ship ahead.
This young man has red lips and white teeth, and a powdered face. He looks a bit frail, but his eyes are fiercely staring, revealing a lot of resentment.
"It turns out that the prince is here," Liao Chen also saw the young man and bowed with a smile: "The villain was just confused for a moment and told lies, which cannot be taken seriously."
As he spoke, he held up his hands.
This young man is the prince of Zhenxi, so no wonder he is angry. After all, he is talking about his sister, even though there is no rule in the Zhongzhou Dynasty that women should not show up in public.
Liao Chen apologized. Although the young prince was still angry, he did not pursue him. He raised his eyes and glared at Han Muye, then turned and walked towards the cabin.
Seeing him leave, Liao Chen stood up and bowed his hands to Han Muye apologetically, and then whispered: "The King of Zhenxi is obsessed with spiritual practice, and it is difficult to have heirs. The little princess Yun Dan was raised as the heir from childhood."
So that’s it.
"Anyway, let's not mess with her," Liao Chen laughed, raised his hand and said, "Brother Han, please."
Several women in pink clothes came forward, and Han Muye waved his hand.
He wasn't exactly clean, but he wasn't interested in this kind of thing.
Liao Chen laughed heartily and walked into the cabin with the woman in pink beside him.
The cabin is spacious and the interior decoration is luxurious.
Pearls can be seen everywhere, shining brightly, illuminating the cabin.
One such pearl costs a hundred spiritual stones.
There are also various hanging ornaments, all made of high-quality spiritual materials.
In the middle, like a well-like lobby, there are several musical instruments placed on a wide high platform.
Around him, many women in colorful clothes were passing by like butterflies.
Various calligraphy and paintings are hung on the pillars on the four walls of the cabin.
There are also various handwritings on some pink and white walls, some are delicate, some are wild, some are messy, and some are regular.
"Those Confucian and Taoist practitioners who can only stay in this hall always feel that they are so talented that just one poem can impress the woman in this fairy boat."
"That's not wrong. There is a poem circulating everywhere on the Jinchuan River, which leads to the story of a fairy getting married."
Pointing at the words on the wall, Liao Chen shook his head and said, "If you only have some talent and no family wealth, how can the woman on the fairy boat like you?"
"Those stories that are circulated are just to attract people to Xianzhou and build up popularity."
Accumulate popularity.
This is the real purpose.
Han Muye had noticed before that there was someone looking forward to the Yunjin Fairy Boat.
It seems that Zhongzhou Cultivation World really uses all means to gain popularity.
The Western Xinjiang spiritual practice community emphasizes the importance of having a wealthy and dharma couple, but Zhongzhou puts popularity first.
"Then Han, if Mr. Han writes a poem, will it attract the fairy to marry him?" Tan Tan, who was following behind and looking around, suddenly asked.
Hearing her words, Liao Chen turned to look at Han Muye with a smile on his face: "Brother Han doesn't write poems, but his character, appearance, family background and wealth can attract the hearts of fairies."
His voice was loud, and many people around him turned their heads to look over.
Whether it is Han Muye or Liao Chen, their status and magnanimity are not comparable to those of ordinary Confucian and Taoist practitioners.
Someone who recognized Liao Chen whispered a few words in a low voice.
Fujin Trading Company is one of the three major trading houses in Jinchuan. Its wealth is so great that it can be said that half of the city is rich.
Suddenly, many women had different looks in their eyes.
Tan Tan glanced at Han Muye, muttered a few words, and then lowered his head.
Walking up the hanging building, in the elegant attic, the tables and chairs are all made of high-quality spiritual wood.
This attic can not only see the view of the river outside, but also watch the singing and dancing in the lobby.
If it weren't for Liao Chen's status, such a good position would never be arranged.
Han Muye sat there and listened to Liao Chen whispering interesting stories on the Jinchuan River.
Whether it's the love between a son and a daughter on a boat or the manifestation of treasures and spiritual objects in the river, the ups and downs and bizarre moments in it all make people listen.
Kong Chaode, who was born in Zhongzhou, had heard many similar stories, and he would echo them from time to time.
Lin Shen was not interested in any of this at all. He stood with his arms folded and his eyes narrowed.
Tantan blinked her big eyes, completely attracted by the love and hatred in it.
This is the world of mortals.
Love is the most heartbreaking thing in the world.
Han Muye sat there, waving the folding fan gently in his hand, with a calm expression on his face, and the golden light of the Red Dust Curse flashed in the divine treasure.
Human hope and awe-inspiring energy flowed through his body, turning into an invisible aura.
At this moment, his spiritual thoughts were divided into two, one part remained in the body, feeling the boundless world of mortals, and the other part hung high in the sky and merged with the endless flow of Jinchuan River.
The great river flows without stopping for thousands of years.
When my mind falls on the river, I seem to be able to feel the silent emotions in it.
Mountains and rivers, have emotions?
Maybe, really?
In Han Muye's mind, the image of a rushing river emerged.
The trickling streams merge into a river.
This great river was created naturally by heaven and earth, and was carved out by countless people.
On the big river, there are boatmen, boatmen, fishing boats and canoes.
There are endless singing and dancing on the river, and there are people of letters and calligraphy.
This river is the source of dependence for all people, and it is also the cohesion of the water veins of heaven and earth.
Jinchuan River and Jinchuan City depend on each other and coexist.
Did people create this great river, or did the great river feed people?
Han Muye raised his head and looked forward.
Over there is the direction of Jinchuan Castle Magistrate's Office.
"Buzz——"
A golden ray of light rose from the tower.
A phantom appeared.
It was the phantom of a golden-armored warrior standing in the sky, his eyes scanning around.
After searching for a long time and finding nothing, they dispersed.
When the phantom of the god dispersed, the power of Han Muye's soul dropped slightly and returned to his true form.
During this process, he saw the little princess in men's clothing talking to a young man in purple robes on the top floor of the fairy boat.
When Han Muye's soul fell, the young man frowned and looked around.
Her eyebrows are picturesque and her eyes are affectionate. Even though she is wearing men's clothing, her style is still stunning.
If she puts on women's clothes and dances lightly, she really won't be named the most beautiful woman in Jinchuan.
It seems that this is Princess Yunjin.
Han Muye's soul only glanced briefly before returning to its true form and becoming one with the mortal curse in the divine treasure.
There was a slight smile on his face.
He had experienced this kind of soul-dividing scene several times.
Either at the beginning of practicing the tyrannical technique, the soul led the way, or during the war, the power of the soul was pushed to the extreme.
Every time the soul is divided, the power of the soul can be refined and benefited.
For example, this time, there was an extra drop of water in Han Muye's divine treasure.
This drop of water is the gathering power of the Jinchuan River water veins.
With this water droplet, his water affinity is infinite.
Previously, he had been favored by the heaven and earth in the Western Territory, and had reached the highest level of earth affinity. He could touch the earth with his feet and his body was invincible.
At this time, with this drop of water in his body, he can move freely through the water veins in the world, and can also attract the water monsters to get close to him.
Moreover, when refining elixirs, it is much more convenient to use the power of water veins to make elixirs.
The power of water pulses soothes the meridians of the body, which perfectly complements the intensity of his Nine Yang Kung Fu.
unexpected surprise.
With this unexpected gain, Han Muye was in a great mood.
When the lanterns first came on, the lights on the river looked like daylight.
Dance and sing softly, the heaven and earth are all crisp.
"It's so good to be a human being..." Tantan said in a low voice while lying on the long desk and watching the graceful dancing below.
Han Muye shook his head.
Tantan, who grew up in Qingmang Mountain, certainly felt that the mortals on the Jinchuan River were wonderful, but she didn't know that in this world of mortals there was not only singing and dancing, but also birth, old age, illness, and death, as well as poverty and strife.
Today, Tantan only saw the most glorious side of Jinchuan River.
She could not see that the bottom of Jinchuan River was covered with dead bones.
The program in the lobby below is really exciting.
There are those dancing women with fairy-like figures, standing on the high platform or with water sleeves stretched out, slender waists and boneless, raising their hands and feet, as soft as water, which makes people feel love and compassion.
There is also a woman wearing a brocade dress, holding a cloud board, with silk and bamboo matching behind her. She speaks and sings loudly into the clouds. After finishing her song, everything in the cabin is silent.
The songs are nice, the dances are beautiful, and it makes people miss you forever.
There were already many people intoxicated in the lobby.
There were scribes in blue shirts shouting out the name of the woman on the stage and shouting that they would not marry anyone who was not a minister.
There was the unobtrusive Confucian scholar, holding a wine glass, shaking it, chanting poems that no one could understand, laughing and crying, crying and laughing.
Sitting on a high place and watching this scenery has a special meaning.
Liao Chen turned his head and saw the bright light in Han Muye's eyes. He was slightly startled, then shook his head and said: "Brother Han is indeed an extraordinary person. Looking at all these things, he can actually be transcendent."
Transcendental.
Han Muye looked at the surrounding attics.
There are many people sitting in these lofts.
These people sit high in the lobby and look down at all the things below, so they can sharpen their minds.
The blue-shirted scribe who shouted the woman's name didn't know that the woman he could never reach in his life could stay in the boudoir tonight as long as these people in the attic called her.
Those down-and-out Confucian scholars who were crying and laughing might not know that the fairy that he could never forget in his life might have been abandoned by someone in the attic.
The prosperity of Zhongzhou cannot be concealed from the coldness of the world.
At this moment, Han Muye's body felt a faint aura of awe, and then disappeared.
But as soon as the awe-inspiring aura appeared, Liao Chen's whole body trembled and he was completely stunned.
The awe-inspiring aura and human expectations are in harmony, and humans follow the laws of heaven and earth, the realm of a master!
The Han Mu in front of me is a Confucian and Taoist master?
There was no grandmaster in the west of Shu, but Liao Chen also heard the rumors about the grandmaster.
But he knew that those who could become great masters in the world were all great Confucians who were famous all over the world and whose literary reputation suppressed one area.
Each one of them has been practicing for many years.
How could the young master Han Mu in front of him be a Confucian and Taoist master?
When he wanted to take a closer look, the awe-inspiring aura that had just broken through Han Muye's body had all subsided, and no trace of it could be seen at all.
"Mr. Liao, what's wrong?" Han Muye turned his head with a smile.
"Uh, no, it's nothing." The only thing Liao Chen could think about was that he was blinded.
Of course he wasn't blind.
Han Muye had already reached the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism in his awe-inspiring cultivation. Today, he was watching the world of mortals in the attic of the Immortal Boat, and he finally broke through and reached the realm of a master.
As Haoran Qi entered the master realm, Han Mu's ambition suddenly understood many things that he had not understood before.
For example, the feeling of wandering outside is the second level of heaven in the world of spiritual practice, the out-of-body stage.
The soul leaves the body and travels thousands of miles.
However, Han Muye did not truly cultivate to the out-of-body stage, it was just a coincidence that his soul had such means.
He had never known before that the soul could leave the body without any protection at all. If he met a strong person, he could be driven away with a wave of his hand.
He didn't die, it was just an ignorant person's luck.
At this time, when Haoran Qi reaches the master level, he can use Haoran Qi to transform into a body, stay in the incarnation, and lock the soul.
This kind of method is the real power of Confucianism and Taoism. It can follow the rules of the law and travel thousands of miles day and night.
Haoran Qi protects the soul, which is stronger than his own body.
A Confucian and Taoist master is a being who is above the Nascent Soul in the heavenly realm.
It is a pity that Han Muye does not have many Confucian and Taoist methods at his disposal now, and the power of Confucianism and Taoism is also suppressed by the law of heaven in Western Xinjiang, so he cannot exert much power.
If not, with this cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism, he would be able to run amok when he returns to Western Xinjiang.
"Princess Yunjin, can you dance today?" Just when Han Muye was realizing his own changes, a voice came from an attic.
Liao Chen frowned and whispered: "Jiang Chongyang."
Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Liao Chen quickly introduced who Jiang Chongyang was.
The three major trading houses in Jinchuan were the Liao family's Fujin, the Zhu family's Rongchuan, and the Jiang family's Shuxing.
Each of these three trading houses has strong support behind them. Behind the Liao family is the lord of Jinchuan City, the Zhu family is the county governor, and behind the Jiang family is the Tianyun Taoist Sect.
There are not many heavenly realms in the Western Shu County. In Jinchuan City, the county guard Su Zizhan, Xuanyang Guard Commander He Jing, and Red Flame Army Commander Zhuang Han are all suppressing forces.
Outside Jinchuan City, among the cultivating sects, the Tianyun Dao Sect is the most respected one, among whom there are two Heavenly Realm disciples.
With such strength, as long as they don't offend the imperial court and don't go against the county governor, they can run rampant in Shuxi County.
People in Zhongzhou can't help but practice Buddhism. Apart from the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism, there are also all kinds of other cultivation methods.
"This Jiang Chongyang is not only the third son of the Jiang family, but also an elite disciple of the Tianyun Taoist Sect." Liao Chen shook his head and whispered: "Double cultivators of Taoism and Confucianism, such figures are indeed outstanding talents in Jinchuan."
Only such people dare to invite Princess Yunjin to perform a dance on the Yunjin Fairy Boat.
In the eyes of the great sects, the royal family is just an empty show.
It doesn't require much respect.
When I heard someone inviting Princess Yunjin to perform a dance, the whole hall suddenly fell silent.
It is said that Princess Yunjin's colorful and feathered dance is extremely gorgeous, but no one has ever seen it.
The incident of Princess Yunjin performing a dance is just like those stories. They are all said to be conclusive but never actually seen.
In the past, there were wild and drunken talk in the lobby, and the princess was invited to perform a dance, but the result was nothing.
Liao Chen said that watching the princess dance was just a gimmick and he didn't take it seriously.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Chongyang would actually speak out today and invite the princess to perform a dance.
Han Muye looked forward. Through the open hanging window, he could see the young man in purple who had just spoken standing in front of the window, his figure slightly bowed. Behind him, in the attic of the quiet room, there were several people in green robes.
The appearance and demeanor of these people are extraordinary.
When no one answered, Jiang Chongyang, who was wearing a purple robe, spoke again: "Princess Yunjin, today Jiang brought several senior brothers from the Hongcheng Sword Sect of Yunxiang County to the Yunjin Fairy Boat just to watch you dance."
"I hope the princess will give Jiang some face."
Yunxiang County is adjacent to Shuxi County, with a vast territory and many masters.
Hongcheng Sword Sect is the first sect in Yunxiang County.
After hearing Jiang Chongyang's introduction, discussions immediately started in the fairy boat.
When people from the Hongcheng Jianzong came to Shuxi County, they were received by the third son of the Jiang family. What does this mean?
Liao Chen also had a solemn look on his face.
"The Hongcheng Sword Sect has long wanted to control the sects of the three counties. Is this really going to invade the Western Shu cultivation world?"
Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou suppressed the world, but they did not care much about the affairs of the spiritual world.
Confucianism and Taoism in the Imperial Dynasty would not care about the rise and fall of these practicing sects, as long as they did not go too far.
But the world of spiritual practice also belongs to the world of Zhongzhou. Any turmoil in the world of spiritual practice will affect the mortal world.
Especially for a business family like Fujin Trading Company, which relied on the world of spiritual practice to amass wealth.
Fujin Trading Company's main business is in Jinchuan City, but they also need to connect with various counties and counties to transport goods.
The world of cultivation is really in chaos. Their cargo ship may not be able to get out of Jinchuan City.
"Sir Jiang, my Yunjin Fairy Boat has its own rules."
From the top of the fairy boat, a voice came.
It's warm, lively and intoxicating.
Princess Yunjin.
Princess Yunjin was on the fairy boat and even responded to Jiang Chongyang.
In the lobby, countless people raised their heads.
At this time, many people have mixed emotions.
On the one hand, he naturally hopes to see Princess Yunjin's fairy dance in the sky.
On the other hand, I don’t want the most beautiful woman in Jinchuan to actually perform a dance.
Even if there is a dance, it should be done by a talented Confucian scholar whose reputation is spread thousands of miles, so that the princess can take the initiative to perform a dance, instead of being invited by a son of a merchant family to perform a dance.
A mere businessman.
"What are the rules of the Yunjin Fairy Boat?" Jiang Chongyang laughed and turned to look at the green-robed men behind him.
"Senior brothers, whether you can watch Princess Yunjin dance depends on your talents."
After hearing his words, the men in green robes looked at each other.
A Taoist priest in his thirties stood up, walked slowly to the window, and said calmly: "The rules on this Yunjin Fairy Boat are that if a boat is filled with poems, it will be qualified to ask the princess to dance, right?"
His eyes swept across the lobby below, and then passed through the surrounding attics.
"I have Luo Wuchang, the Sword Sect of Hongcheng, who happens to have a poem, please comment on it."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the top floor of the cabin: "Luo visited the Huayang Sect in Western Shu last year and saw the beauty of the mountains and rivers, so he wrote a poem."
"The three peaks of Ling Yang Hua, big and small, all traces of their souls now belong to whose family. In the past, immortals climbed up to the clouds and cranes were on top, and cloud flowers bloomed in spring in Sichuan."
The poetry is neat and the words are ordinary.
But the information revealed in it is extraordinary!
Huayang Sect!
Liao Chen, who was sitting there, clenched his fists with a trace of fear on his face.
"Huayang Sect? Wasn't Huayang Sect destroyed last year?" Someone in the lobby whispered.
"Yes, Huayang Sect last year, three peaks were cut off and the sect was wiped out." Someone looked up with fear in their eyes and looked up at Luo Wuyan who was standing in front of the hanging window.
After hearing the discussion below, Luo Wuyang's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled lightly and said: "Indeed, those three peaks of Huayang are now a decoration in the back mountain of our Hongcheng Sword Sect."
He destroyed his sect, cut off the three peaks, and took him to the Hongcheng Sword Sect in Yunxiang County as a display.
This kind of domineering behavior immediately suppressed everyone.
Even those arrogant Confucian scholars turned pale and dared not speak for a while.
Luo Wuyang laughed and looked around: "Everyone, do you think my poetry is qualified to ask the princess to dance?"
Everyone who was seen by him turned their faces away.
Are they talking about poetry?
What people are talking about is the general trend of Hongcheng Sword Sect annexing the practice circles of the three counties!
Today's invitation to the princess to dance is a lie, but it is true to test all parties in western Shu.
The Hongcheng Sword Sect has formed an alliance with the Tianyun Dao Sect to unify the cultivation world in western Shu.
Now, it is time to test the reaction of the Xiwangfu of Xishu Town.
Who dares to speak out at this time?
The whole hall was silent.
"Mr. Han, tell me, are his poems good or bad?" In the attic, Tan Tan lowered his voice and spoke.
Her voice was not loud, but it was too quiet at this time, and she was heard by countless people.
One after another, eyes were cast on the attic where Han Muye and the others were located.
"He's from Fujin Trading Company." Someone spoke softly in the lobby.
"Fujin Trading Company? I'm afraid the Liao family doesn't dare to offend the Jiang family, right? If we really fight, the Jiang family can prevent the Liao family's goods from leaving Jinchuan City." Someone shook his head and sighed.
I thought someone could rescue the princess from the siege.
In the attic opposite, Luo Wuhuang narrowed his eyes, and there was a cold sword light flashing in his eyes.
Jiang Chongyang, who was standing behind him, took a step forward and looked at Liao Chen, who was sitting in the attic.
"It turns out to be Liao Shiqi."
Looking at Liao Chen, a trace of disdain flashed across Jiang Chongyang's face and he said loudly: "Liao Shiqi, what do you think of my senior brother Luo's poems?"
The Confucian scholars in the lobby all looked up at Han Muye and his loft.
After all, it is one of the three major trading houses in Jinchuan City. At this time, there may be some resistance?
"Brother Jiang, aren't you making things difficult for me?" Liao Chen stood up, cupped his hands and said, "It's not like you don't know me. How can I understand this poem and article?"
don't know.
In Jinchuan City, the direct descendants of the three major merchant houses say that they don’t understand poetry?
hehe.
Hearing Liao Chen's words, Jiang Chongyang laughed with satisfaction. Just as he was about to speak, Luo Wuyan, who was standing in front of him, suddenly said: "What do you think of my poetry?"
His eyes were fixed on Han Muye.
Liao Chen was stunned and quickly raised his hand: "Senior Brother Luo, this good friend of mine has just come to Jinchuan and doesn't know much about poetry."
If Mr. Han said a few unpleasant words at this time, he would offend the Jiang family and the Hongcheng Sword Sect.
But before Liao Chen finished speaking, Han Muye's voice sounded: "You said I don't understand poetry?"