254, A gentleman walks with a sword! (1/2 5,000-word chapter)
As soon as the words fell, the sword light rose!
The sword in Luo Wuhuang's hand tore through the void and struck directly at Han Muye's neck.
This sword is not sloppy, the sword light goes straight, it is really a good swordsmanship!
Han Muye showed a hint of approval on his face.
This was the first swordsman he saw in Zhongzhou, although the sword was aimed at himself.
This does not affect his evaluation of this sword.
Quick, ruthless and steady, strength and energy are combined, sword and body are combined, Zhongzhou swordsmanship, extraordinary means.
Looking at Han Muye's expression, the corners of Luo Wuhuang's lips curled up.
As expected, he was a Confucian scholar who had never seen anyone killed in the cultivation world.
Do you really think that this murderous sword is not as sharp as your tongue?
A swordsman can get up close and kill a sharp-tongued Confucian scholar without any effort!
Lin Shen, who was standing beside Han Muye, stepped forward and slashed with the sword in his hand.
"boom--"
A hundred-foot-long sword light exploded and appeared. Luo Wuhuang's complexion changed drastically, and he flew back quickly, but his body did not retreat as fast as the sword light. When it collided with the sword light, it shattered into pieces.
With one strike of the sword, Luo Wuyang, a strong man in the realm, was gone.
The sound of the sword whistling was like a landslide and a tsunami, rolling down and surging, causing clouds and air to flow within a ten-mile radius, and the sky and the earth were in turmoil.
Lin Shen's eyes were shining brightly, he held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the sword intention on his body condensed into a long sword that shot into the sky, hanging still for a hundred feet.
This sword brought out the momentum of half a step to the heavenly realm!
The power of heaven and earth in Zhongzhou is strong and the spiritual energy is rich. When Lin Shen used his sword moves, the power of heaven and earth he mobilized was completely beyond his imagination.
This sword is so refreshing!
Drawing the power of heaven and earth like a torrent, moving mountains and rivers with one sword, this is the method of sword cultivation!
Cutting through the ground with one sword, the remaining dozen Hongcheng Sword Sect disciples retreated in panic.
A Taoist priest in his fifties wearing a purple golden lotus Taoist crown took a step forward and stared at Lin Shen.
"It turns out to be a great sword cultivator who has condensed his sword bones."
A fierce sword intent arose from his body, and the unique power of the Danjie monk to bind the world surged.
"How can you be a bodyguard with such a swordsmanship?"
"Come to our Hongcheng Sword Sect. The murder will be wiped out. Our Foreign Affairs Hall is still short of a deacon."
The Taoist clasped his hands behind his back and looked blank, as if Lin Shen would never reject his words.
The Hongcheng Sword Sect is about to surpass the three counties' cultivation world and control hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
Even the Confucian and Taoist guards of the three counties would give face to the Hongcheng Sword Sect.
For those Confucian and Taoist practitioners who advocate hard study and pure cultivation, as long as the practice world is not in chaos, there is no need to worry about it.
Whether the Hongcheng Sword Sect monopolizes the three counties, or whether it is divided into thirty or fifty small sects to compete with each other, they all turn a blind eye.
As long as you offer a lot, it will be enough.
Anyway, this Zhongzhou is the Zhongzhou of Confucianism and Taoism.
Kong Chaode turned to look at Lin Shen.
Traveling from the Western Frontier to Zhongzhou, you have seen the prosperity of Zhongzhou, and you should know how tyrannical the Sword Cultivating Sect unified by the three counties is.
If you really join the Hongcheng Sword Sect, your future achievements will definitely be much better than those on Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang.
How to choose?
Kong Chaode looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged.
My young master is so sure that Lin Shen will not rebel?
"boom--"
Lin Shen's big sword made a choice.
Sword light, cut down.
Draw thousands of swords, split rocks and destroy mountains.
The sword light turned into a rolling overturned mountain wall, and with a sword strike, the rocks shattered and the mountain collapsed.
The combination of the force sword and the will sword brings the power of heaven and earth with you.
Golden earth-attribute spiritual energy surged and enveloped Lin Shen like golden armor.
At this moment, Lin Shen, wielding his sword, was like the beloved child of the earth.
"Good swordsman!"
The Taoist priest from the Hongcheng Sword Sect shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand collided with the sword in Lin Shen's hand.
Then, he vomited blood from his mouth and flew out sideways.
"Hurry up and form a formation, this guy is so powerful!" the old Taoist shouted in panic.
The sword cultivators of the Hongcheng Sword Sect quickly drew their sword energy together and formed a sword formation with surging sword energy to block Lin Shen's sword light.
The big sword clattered on the sword formation, and every time the sword clattered, the faces of the dozens of Earth realm sword cultivators turned red.
This is a sign that the power of the sword is too strong to resist, causing Qi and blood to surge.
"Block!"
"Send the signal quickly!"
"Get help quickly!"
A series of sword lights rose.
In the distance, there was a roaring sound in the sky.
Sword rays of light pierced the sky like meteors.
"Sir, why don't you return to Jinchuan City first?" Kong Chaode said in a low voice as he looked at the flying sword light.
That sword light was so fierce that it was at least half a step into the heavenly realm.
Although Lin Shen is strong, he can never stop such strong men.
"Retreat?" Han Muye raised his hand, and in his palm, the jade-white folding fan gently unfolded, and then closed with a "swipe" sound.
"Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism claim to suppress luck, will this situation retreat?"
Hearing Han Muye's words, Kong Chaode shook his head and whispered: "If a Confucian and Taoist practitioner does not have the authority of heaven and earth, he will not be more tyrannical than a sword cultivator by relying solely on aura of aura, or even -"
He paused and said softly: "The methods of Confucianism and Taoism are mostly to attract the power of heaven and earth to fight. With a few strokes of ink and poems, soldiers can become soldiers, all with the help of the power of heaven and earth."
"That's why it is said that after studying hard in Confucianism and Taoism for ten years, one was awarded a gold medal."
"Confucian and Taoist monks who do not have the power of heaven and earth as their authority are really no match for spiritual practitioners of the same level."
Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode said with some regret: "Master, if you can become a non-commissioned officer, no matter how powerful the Hongcheng Sword Sect is, they will not dare to take action against you."
This is the shortcoming of Zhongzhou Martial Arts.
It can't be said to be a disadvantage.
After reading the royal books, Han Muye knew that the prosperity of Zhongzhou was all in the imperial city.
With the Imperial City Academy suppressing it and the Confucian and Taoist sages sitting in charge, there would be no real chaos in Zhongzhou.
The power of heaven and earth in Zhongzhou was taken away by Confucianism and Taoism, and then distributed everywhere. It needed to be personally granted by the imperial court in order to have the power to suppress one party.
Such benefits are, of course, the dominance of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.
The power of kings is given by heaven and controlled by Confucianism and Taoism.
But the disadvantages of doing so are also obvious.
Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism only cultivate elites.
Ninety-nine percent of the Confucian and Taoist cultivators who suppressed the world came from the Imperial City Academy and were under the tutelage of Prime Minister Wen.
Like Dongfang Shu, even if he has attained the level of a master of Confucianism and Taoism, he can only teach in the mountains and fields because of disagreements, and cannot cultivate a single successful disciple in thirty years.
Thousands of Confucian and Taoist practitioners in Zhongzhou study hard, but in the end they are wasting their time and there is nothing they can do.
"Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism, haha." In Han Muye's eyes, bright stars flashed, and with a long laugh, the world shook!
At this moment, the situation is changing for thousands of miles!
A vigorous force that belongs exclusively to Confucian and Taoist masters rises into the sky!
"There are thousands of Confucians and Taoists in Zhongzhou, who study hard in a cold window, and are poor at reading the classics. They are not able to become a sergeant, and they will end up with a handful of loess."
“If Confucianism and Taoism cannot exert great power on oneself, what is the use of practicing it?”
The sound started up again, and it was deafening in a radius of thousands of miles.
On Bailu Mountain, more than 100,000 miles away, Dongfang Shu, who was sitting across from several green-robed scribes, was shocked and stood up.
"Mr. Dongfang, what's wrong?" Several green-robed scribes also stood up and spoke one after another.
As soon as the Four Principles of Scholarship on Bailu Mountain came out, Confucian and Taoist practitioners from thousands of miles away came in droves.
Dongfang Shu has thoroughly understood the principles of Confucianism and Taoism, and has been promoted to the rank of master. If he wishes, he can directly enter the imperial city and become an official.
However, Dongfang Shuyan took charge of Bailu Mountain Academy on his behalf, adhering to the ambition of the Academy Master, opening up a wide range of schools and teaching all kinds of people.
A great master is willing to build an academy in Bailu Mountain, which is a great blessing for the Confucian and Taoist practitioners around him.
It's just that everyone really can't understand that a Confucian and Taoist master like Dongfang Shu only wants to be in charge of the academy, while the mountain chief has someone else.
Who is this mountain chief?
Some people guessed that he was the great Confucian who left behind four wise sayings, inscribed as Han Mu.
It’s just that this Han Mu scholar, I don’t know where he is now?
"The power of the masters of Confucianism and Taoism draws the power of heaven and earth to follow." Looking at the changing clouds in the sky, a bright divine light came out of Dongfang Bibliography: "It must be the master of the mountain who takes action!"
Mountain chief!
Headmaster of Bailu Mountain Academy!
"Everyone, please protect me. I want to leave my body and go to help in the battle." Dongfang Shu shouted lowly, raised his hand and made a move. Four scrolls fell around him, protecting his body.
Then there is a cyan ink pen in the palm of the hand, the figure pauses, the top of the head, the white robe with big sleeves, and the condensed soul body of Emei Guan Jade Belt is revealed.
The master of Confucianism and Taoism can escape thousands of miles in an instant when his soul leaves his body.
On Bailu Mountain, a ball of blue spiritual light flew out, carrying Dongfang Shu into the clouds.
"There are actually two masters on Bailu Mountain?" Until Dongfang Shu's soul flew away, an old man in a green robe spoke in a low voice.
Grandmaster, there is no grandmaster outside the imperial city. Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the world can only go to the imperial city to study after they have reached a certain level of practice.
Today, the two masters gathered on Bailu Mountain. From now on, Bailu Mountain will definitely become the first holy land outside the Imperial City of Zhongzhou!
"I, Wu Le'an, would like to enter Bailushan Academy, even if I am to be the most ordinary teacher." Someone on the other side exclaimed in a low voice.
"Teaching? I, Cao Cheng, know that my knowledge is low and I dare not expect to be taught. I can just be a cleaning helper."
"Brother Cao, I will be with you, and the mountains behind and around will be rounded."
There was a heated discussion on Bailu Mountain, and Dongfang Shu, who was out of his body, was traveling thousands of miles in an instant. In just a moment, he saw the awe-inspiring aura soaring into the sky in front of him.
It is indeed Han Mu!
In the distance, in the direction of Jinchuan City, figures are flying towards the sky.
Two shadows hung quietly in the sky.
One is wearing a green robe with long sleeves, and the other is wearing black armor.
"Mr. Dongfang."
Seeing Dongfang Shulai, the two voices slightly held their hands.
"Su Zizhan congratulates Mr. Su Zizhan for coming to the realm of the Grand Master." The figure in the green robe with big sleeves is none other than Su Zizhan, the governor of Shuxi County.
As the governor of Shuxi County, of course he was the first to know about the big scene that happened when Dongfang Shu was promoted to Grandmaster.
I thought that Dongfang Shu would retreat to consolidate my cultivation, but I didn't expect to come here.
Dongfang Shu returned the favor.
He is a master, and his cultivation level is half a step higher than Su Zizhan's.
It's just that he has no authority over heaven and earth, so in terms of combat power, he is far inferior to Su Zizhan, who is in charge of heaven and earth authority in Shuxi County.
"Mr. Dongfang, I don't know when we will set off for the imperial city. He will prepare a banquet for you on the Jinchuan River to see you off." The old man in black armor looked at Dongfang Shu and said loudly.
He Jing.
Commander of Xuanyang Guard in Western Shu County.
After hearing his words, Dongfang Shu shook his head and said: "I will teach and study in Bailu Mountain and will not go to the imperial city."
Not going to the Imperial City?
Su Zizhan and He Jing looked at each other.
A master wants to give lectures on Bailu Mountain?
This is a great thing for Shuxi County.
"Mr. Dongfang, do you know the grandmaster who is taking action today?"
Su Zizhan looked at Dongfang Shu and spoke softly.
It is also strange that two Confucian and Taoist masters appeared one day in Shuxi, a border state county thousands of miles away from the imperial city.
Such a grand occasion is rare even in large counties in the hinterland of Zhongzhou.
"The person who took action is me, the headmaster of Bailu Mountain Academy, Mr. Han Mu." Dongfang Shu's eyes fell on the rising aura of aura in the distance, and he spoke calmly.
Bailu Mountain Academy, Chief of the Mountain?
Two masters gathered in Bailu Mountain?
Before Su Zizhan could speak in surprise, Dongfang Shu moved and shouted loudly: "Mr. Han Mu, Dongfang Shu is here to help."
The master of Confucianism and Taoism, when his soul left his body, the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away shook.
Ahead, the sword light that was originally connected paused, and then began to advance forward again.
"When you meet a Confucian and Taoist master in front of you, your sword light never stops, and you have 30,000 sword cultivators, you dare to compete with the master?" He Jing, the commander of the Xuanyang Guards in Xixi County, had a bright light in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Lord Commander,
Can a sect like this be recruited to Western Shu?"
Hearing his words, Su Zizhan shook his head and whispered: "A great change is imminent in the world, and the spiritual world must gather strength. This is what Wen Xiang means."
Literary appearance.
He Jing turned his head and looked at the sky where the sword shone brightly, with a gloomy look on his face.
A sect in the spiritual world was fighting against a Confucian and Taoist master in Western Shu County. When word spread about this incident, the commander of the Xuanyang Guard in Western Shu County would be reviled by Confucianism and Taoism all over the world for thousands of years.
"I don't have the power of heaven and earth in my hands. I just hope that this grandmaster named Han Mu can have more Confucian and Taoist fighting methods." He Jing clenched his fists and whispered.
Han Mu?
Su Zizhan narrowed his eyes and looked at the place enveloped by the awe-inspiring aura.
He always felt that this breath was somewhat familiar.
"Dongfang Shu, let's watch my battle."
At this moment, Han Muye's voice came from the place ahead where the awe-inspiring aura was rising.
It's him!
Su Zizhan's eyes widened in disbelief.
This grandmaster was the Xijiang sword cultivator whom he had met in Western Xinjiang and was protected by Ying Yang.
It’s just that we haven’t seen him for a long time. Is this person already a Confucian and Taoist master?
Is there really such a magical thing in the world?
Su Zizhan was stunned for a moment and suppressed the speculation in his heart.
There is great power, the soul can not be obscured, and it can be reincarnated and repaired.
This man was originally protected by Ying Yang.
Could it be?
OK.
"boom--"
Ahead, the clouds in the sky were completely cut open. The shadow of a huge sword rising into the sky appeared.
Thirty thousand sword cultivators came in formation.
"Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism suppress the great destiny of heaven and earth. I, a practitioner of swordsmanship, use swordsmanship to mend the way of heaven, and use swordsmanship to cultivate myself. There is no turning back."
"I am a swordsman, if the sword is with you, but if you die with the sword, you will die."
"Hongcheng Sword Sect, the formation has risen from the world of mortals, and has been rampant in the northwest of Zhongzhou for 30,000 years. Today, we invite the master to break the formation."
The master of swordsmanship competes with the master of Confucianism and Taoism!
The heaven and earth were vast, and the sound spread thousands of miles. At this moment, countless people flew thousands of miles away in Jinchuan City.
On the Jinchuan River, a hundred-foot fairy boat rose into the sky.
"Sister, is that guy really a Confucian and Taoist master?"
On the top floor of the fairy boat, Princess Yundan looked curious and spoke in a low voice.
Princess Yunjin did not speak, but nodded slightly.
No wonder he can write such poems and essays, no wonder his casual comments can make people enlightened.
Grandmaster.
The person who spent the whole night alone with me was actually a Confucian and Taoist master!
If I had known that this guy was a master of Confucianism and Taoism, why would I want to...
"Sister, do you think a Confucian and Taoist master can defeat thirty thousand sword cultivators?" Yun Dang looked nervously at Princess Yunjin who bit her lip and clenched her fists.
My sister seems to care a lot.
That wetness, is it true?
The master of Confucianism and Taoism has the power of heaven and earth in his hands, and he can destroy even three hundred thousand sword cultivators with a wave of his hand.
But without the authority, then, the result...
Yun Jin knew that he could not win.
"Break the formation?"
"Sword cultivator?"
Han Muye's voice contained the power to stir up the power of heaven and earth.
A shadow in a green robe condensed above his head.
Out of body!
A folding fan unfolded in the palm of the out-of-body soul, and with a slight move, Han Muye's body fell into the mountain and river map.
In the picture of mountains and rivers, purple clouds are floating, almost boundless.
He raised his hand and the folding fan turned into an ink pen.
"Today Han Mu of Bailu Mountain Academy is here to open a great road to heaven for the Confucian cultivators in the world!"
Open the way to heaven for Confucian cultivators all over the world!
As soon as these words came out, the whole world was shocked!
Who dares to say such bold words?
Whether it's Dongfang Shu or Su Zizhan, the countless practitioners who came from Jinchuan, whether they were Confucianism cultivators, spiritual cultivators, or demon cultivators, all stared at the ink pen in their hands with wide eyes.
Han Muye.
What method can be called the path to heaven for all Confucianism cultivators in the world?
"Buzz——"
There was a roar, and a sword chant came from under the ink pen.
A line of golden text breaks through the void, and the halo flows.
"A sword, sharpened, sharpened -"
Su Zizhan groaned and trembled all over.
A cold sword intent burst out from the poem!
This poem has the meaning of sword!
"Is this a poem or a sword?"
“Poetry as a sword, or sword as a poem?”
Countless practitioners exclaimed.
Those Confucian and Taoist practitioners frowned when they looked at the golden words in the sky.
Based on this sentence, do you dare to say that the road to heaven will be opened?
Just as the thought arose, words appeared again in Han Muye's pen.
"Plum blossom from the bitter cold."
The first sentence is about sharpening the sword and preparing for battle, and the second sentence uses plum blossoms as a metaphor for people!
Who among the world's Confucian scholars has not studied hard in a cold window?
The cold plum blossoms are proud of the snow, but the ambition in my heart is strong and will not fall.
With this ambition, we forge ahead and sharpen our swords!
There is a proud plum in my heart and a sword in my hand!
Gentleman, walk with your sword!
At this moment, in the void, a shadowy figure wearing white clothes appeared.
The figure was illusory, and all that could be seen was that it looked like a scholar in white clothes with big sleeves, a jade crown and a turban, and a sword hanging from his waist.
The Confucian scholar took a step forward, the sword light lingered behind him, and the golden aura turned into battle armor.
"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles——"
The long sword in the Confucian scholar's hand was unsheathed, and the sword was so bright that it chilled people's hearts even though they were hundreds of miles away.
"It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost blade has never been tested. Today I will show you to you, no one will have any injustice."
With the long sword in hand, the Confucian scholar stepped into the sword formation.
Accompanying him were thousands of sword lights and auras of awe and awe.
Use awe-inspiring energy as a sword!
At this moment, awe-inspiring energy surged uncontrollably on countless Confucian cultivators.
A long sword appeared in mid-air.
"Reading on your knees and killing in front of the battle. It turns out that this is what Confucianism and Taoism are really like!" someone shouted, raising his hand to hold the long sword above his head.
"Using poetry as a sword, is this really the path to heaven for me to practice Confucianism and Taoism?" Su Zizhan whispered, turning his head and looking at the countless sword lights behind him.
There, there are boys with white heads, scholars in green robes, officials in white robes, and non-commissioned officers holding gold seals in their hands and taking charge of one side.
At this moment, all of them had swords in their hands.
Why should books and swords be so clearly distinguished?
Are you afraid that the hand holding the sword will be calloused and you won't be able to lift the ink pen?
"If this method of using poetry as a sword is completed, Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the world will no longer have to strive to become a military officer. After decades of hard work, nothing will be achieved." Below, on the fairy boat, Princess Yunjin clenched her hands and trembled.
Open your mouth.
"Is he crazy?" He Jing stared at the phantom of the Confucian scholar who entered the sword formation: "Aren't you afraid of attracting suppression from the Imperial City Academy if you compete with Wen for your luck in Confucianism?"
Hearing his words, Su Zizhan shook his head: "Who is Wenxiang? How could he do this for these few lines of sword-turning poems—"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly paused and stared straight ahead.
There, Han Muye's out-of-body spirit waved.
Countless golden words and purple human figures merge into one!
"Raise your head to the floating clouds in the northwest, and you must have a long sword to rely on the sky thousands of miles away."
"Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name."
"The sword is as dark as water, reddish and wet with remaining blood."
"At dawn, he goes to the sky with his sword, and at dusk he returns drunk with his whip."
"Carrying the three-foot Longquan Sword in hand, I will never stop killing evildoers until I kill them."
"The energy of the sword stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword trembles nineteen continents."