Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 285, Gathering forces for millions of miles, swordsmen from the East China Sea come to the west (1/2 five thousand words chapter)
285, Gathering forces for millions of miles, swordsmen from the East China Sea come to the west (1/2 five thousand words chapter)
Han Muye watched the battle between the two worlds with excitement.
Although Mo Shenghua is unconventional, his combat power is indeed monstrous.
Transformation God Daxiu didn't dare to draw his sword alone in front of him.
This war that besieged an entire world had been going on for decades, and it seemed that it was not a win, and Mo Shenghua was not even scratched.
It is normal for such wars to last for hundreds of thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years.
The owner of the Cloud Ladder Sword, Huo Shanlin, the elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, was originally the commander of a large army, and his legitimate son followed the army in an attempt to gain some military glory.
Later, Huo Yuyang went to Yuntian Realm to collect supplies and happened to learn about Lu Chen.
This second-generation immortal originally just wanted to intercept and kill Lu Chen, and then lead his army to visit Tianxuan World.
In the fairy world, there are many rumors about Tianxuan.
In the eyes of practitioners in the fairy world, the Tianxuan world is a place of great wealth but extremely low combat power.
It's just that in the Tianxuan world, Confucianism and Taoism are suppressed by the sage. Confucianism and Taoism can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, which is a headache.
Moreover, the secrets of the Tianxuan world are obscured by great supernatural powers, so it is very difficult to find them.
Huo Yuyang intercepted and killed Lu Chen, but unexpectedly cost his own life, so he lured him out of Huo Shanlin, and finally his clone was suppressed.
The cause and effect of this is truly miraculous.
Regarding Mo Shenghua's pursuit, Han Muye was unable to help him even if he wanted to.
When it came to the fights between the great monks, he was also a drag on them.
Han Muye refined the long sword. After the sword intent was eliminated, it turned into a small golden sword no more than a foot long.
Yun Di, the maid in blue, stood behind Han Muye.
Hold the small sword and walk down the sword pavilion.
Liu Hong was slightly startled when he saw Yun Di behind Han Muye.
It wasn't until Han Muye walked out of the sword pavilion that he shook his head and whispered: "This senior brother Han is really good at playing."
When Han Muye went to the outer gate to receive foreign guests, his sixth sister-in-law Lu Qingping was catching Huang Zhihu practicing calligraphy.
Lu Qingping looked at Yun Di behind Han Muye, with a look of confusion on her face.
"Her name is Yundi, and she is the sword spirit of this sword."
Han Muye placed the small sword in front of Huang Zhihu and said, "She will follow Zhihu from now on."
Sword spirit?
Lu Qingping's eyes widened.
The spirit of the sword transforms into a human form. Isn't this a magic weapon?
Magic weapon, there seems to be only a few such treasures in the entire Western Xinjiang, right?
"Senior Brother Han, this, this is too precious..." Lu Qingping hurriedly said.
Han Muye shook his head: "Sixth sister-in-law, Zhihu calls me foster father. Of course I will give her any good things I have."
After saying that, he looked at Yun Di and pointed at Huang Zhihu: "She will be your master from now on. You must protect her and supervise her practice."
After hearing Han Muye's words, Yun Di bowed and stood behind Huang Zhihu.
Huang Zhihu, who was originally smiling, dropped his face.
I thought I would find a playmate for myself, but I didn’t want him to supervise my practice.
Looking at Huang Zhihu's expression, Han Muye chuckled and said, "You should study hard and practice calligraphy, and you should also meditate and practice seriously. My foster father will take you down the mountain to play."
Go down the mountain and play!
Huang Zhihu nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay, foster father, when will you go?"
"In two years." Han Muye said.
Two years.
Huang Zhihu was like a deflated rubber ball, slumped in front of the long desk, pouting: "Mother, I'm so hungry..."
Lu Qingping smiled and handed over a fruit.
Han Muye left the courtyard and saw Mu Wan outside the courtyard.
The two of them turned around in a tacit understanding and walked along the mountain road.
After walking for a long time, neither of them spoke.
"Junior Sister Mu——"
As soon as Han Muye spoke, Mu Wan whispered: "Brother, I'm getting ready to go down the mountain."
Han Muye turned to look at her.
Mu Wan lowered her head and said softly: "With senior brother's elixir, I feel that the power of affinity between plants and trees has increased countless times."
"I can go further on the alchemy path in the future."
Each of the three Wood Spirit Pills refined from the Mujin Orchid Fruit can increase its wood affinity to the full level.
Han Muye didn't tell Mu Wan because he didn't want her to feel burdened.
Mu Wan raised her head, her eyes sparkling.
"Senior brother, my ancestor and grandma asked me to go back to Mu's house and practice alchemy with them."
"They said they would take me with them when they go to Zhongzhou."
There is a great alchemy gathering in Zhongzhou only once every three hundred years.
The ancestor of the Mu family went there last time and got a qualification to participate.
This is the grandest gathering of Tianxuan Alchemy Dao, and there are countless powerful people in Alchemy Dao.
Han Muye only had a detailed understanding of this matter some time ago.
The ancestor of the Mu family has been trying his best to invite Han Muye to accompany him, and Han Muye also agreed.
"Okay, then you practice well and we will go to Zhongzhou together." Han Muye nodded.
Mu Wan had a smile on her face, and her eyes were full of joy.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m sure Han Muye will go with me, or because of something else.
"Senior brother, this is the elixir I refined. I know you are not short of spiritual stones and elixirs now, and I have nothing else to give you."
Handing a small bag to Han Muye's hand, Mu Wan turned around, lowered her head and left.
Han Muye looked at her back and sighed slightly in his heart.
I don’t have any plans for myself.
However, it is also a good thing for Mu Wan to return to the Mu family to practice alchemy.
The ancestors of the Mu family and Fairy Shaoyao were at the top of the alchemy level in Western Xinjiang.
Mu Wan's current wood affinity and full level will definitely make rapid progress in her alchemy practice.
When the Zhongzhou Alchemy Conference is held, it should also be able to shine.
With a temperament like Mu Wan's, she is suitable to be an alchemist and a pure practitioner.
Han Muye's eyes showed determination.
This is the world of spiritual practice.
There are practitioners like me who are constantly killing people, and there are practitioners like Mu Wan who don't have blood on their hands.
Being able to practice according to your heart is the real beauty of the spiritual world.
Han Muye returned to Jiange, and Kong Chaode, who had returned from Zhongzhou, was waiting in front of Jiange.
"Sir, Grandmaster Dongfang has a letter for me to give to you."
Oriental book.
Today, Bailu Mountain Academy is prosperous, with nearly a hundred teachers and thousands of students studying in Bailu Mountain.
It has only been two years, and with so many students, in ten or twenty years, Bailu Mountain will definitely become a holy place for Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.
Dongfang Shu has also delivered several letters before, sometimes reporting on the current situation of the college, and sometimes asking for instructions on the college's construction decisions.
Han Muye gave answers according to his own ideas.
Nowadays, in Bailushan Academy, from teachers to students, everyone brings a sword to study, which has become a common practice.
Those students not only studied literature and swordsmanship, but also practiced warfare and deduced battles. At the foot of Bailu Mountain, there were stretches of mountainous land to open up spiritual fields and plant elixirs and spiritual grains.
Read carefully, Poetry and Sword.
This trend spread, and Confucian scholars with swords could be seen in many places in Zhongzhou.
However, some traditional Confucian scholars in Zhongzhou looked down upon this style of practice and criticized it quite a bit.
After opening the envelope, Dongfang Shu stated in the letter that Dongshan County is in dire straits and needs to be revitalized, and people need to be relocated from various places. Many sects are also willing to move in.
Lu Chen, the new governor of Dongshan County, asked Bailu Mountain for help and wanted to ask Bailu Mountain to send disciples and teachers there.
As long as these Confucian scholars hold power and have a majestic spirit, they can restrain the sect and rule the people.
The reason why I came to Bailu Mountain was because most people in Imperial City Academy looked down upon the desolate Dongshan County.
Among the Confucian and Taoist elites in Zhongzhou, who is willing to waste their good years in a wasteland?
Dongfang Shu wrote that he was willing to arrange for the disciples of Bailu Mountain Academy to go to Dongshan County.
After all, the disciples of Bailu Mountain Academy are all educated, regardless of their origins. When it comes to their upper limit of talent, they are incomparable to the disciples of Imperial City Academy.
If we rely on Zhongzhou's dynasty talent selection system, not many students from Bailu Mountain Academy will ultimately be in power.
It would be better to go to Dongshan County first. At least Lu Chen promised five county magistrates and dozens of other official positions.
However, Dongfang Shu could not make up his mind at the moment whether to arrange for his disciples to go.
Dongshan County is desolate and barren, and the students will not be happy there.
"Sir, Princess Yunjin also sent people to send many books in exchange for your comments."
Kong Chaode brought over another small wooden box.
This wooden box is specially used to store books. It doesn't look big, but it can store thousands of volumes of Confucian and Taoist classics.
This is good stuff.
Han Muye took the wooden box and said with a smile: "Kong Chaode, please repair it on Jiuxuan Mountain first. After I have annotated these books, I will write a reply to Senior Dongfang."
"Also, take another batch of sword weapons and elixirs to Jinchuan."
The One Power of the Fire Source Realm provides swords. If it were not for the fear of shipping too many goods and impacting the market price, the Han Family Trading Company could sell thousands of swords at a time.
As for the elixir, because the required quality is relatively high, the only ones who can refine it for the time being are Han Muye and Jiang Ming.
The quality of the elixir Mu Wan sent was good enough, but Han Muye would definitely not sell it.
It’s not like he really lacks spiritual stones.
Kong Chaode was originally stationed in Jinchuan, Zhongzhou. After Lin Shen and Zhao Yunlong went there, they helped him a lot. At least Kong Chaode left and someone was stationed there.
As for the East China Sea, trade routes have just been opened up, and they still need to rely on the Jin Family Trading Company.
Han Muye returned to the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion and took out the books.
Although these antique classics are not unique, many of them have been lost and are only collected by the royal family.
Many of them are biographies and experiences of ancient Confucian scholars.
Han Muye was on the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion, reading the classics and annotating them carefully.
There was a faint aura of awe-inspiring flow on his body.
For most Confucian and Taoist practitioners, the way to increase the aura of awe-inspiringness is to read the classics like this.
Every word and every sentence is practice.
Han Muye read it very quickly, and whenever he felt something, he would add one or two comments.
"Is there really such a strange thing in the world? Listen to your words and hang yourself on the southeast branch."
"It's a beautiful scenery. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is sunshine but there is no sunshine."
"Sour Confucianism."
"With this feeling and this scene, I should compose a poem."
"grass."
…
That's what communication through words is like.
Han Muye seems to be wandering in the river of words of time, sitting opposite and walking with the great scholars of ancient times.
Some were reciting poems and composing poems to harmonize with each other, or some were shouting, laughing, cursing and turning over the table.
This kind of practice is really joyful.
When he reached out and touched the wooden box, he was slightly startled.
The wooden box was already empty.
Shaking his head regretfully, he put the book back into the wooden box.
He could feel that reading these books not only increased his accumulation of Confucianism and Taoism, but also gave him an additional layer of understanding of the way of heaven.
The foundation of the Tao is indeed vast and boundless.
After sealing the wooden box, Han Muye unfolded the paper and picked up the ink pen.
He wants to reply to Dongfang Shu.
“Traveling thousands of miles, reading thousands of books, what you read on paper will eventually become shallow, and you will definitely know that you have to do it.”
Stopping writing and concentrating, Han Muye slowly started writing again.
"Scholars in ancient times must have teachers. Teachers, so they preach and receive karma to solve doubts. People are not born with knowledge, how can they be free from doubts? If you are confused and do not follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will not be able to understand it."
"That's why there is neither noble nor humble, neither long nor young. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists."
The words fell, and there were bursts of thunder in the void.
At this moment, countless figures of seekers appeared in Han Muye's mind.
Literary man, swordsman, Taoist, demon cultivator, great demon.
There is no right or wrong in the world, there is good and evil in the Tao.
Who will decide whether the right path is right or the wrong path?
The road, who will guide you?
"If the teacher's morality is upright, the world's righteousness will last forever."
Bailu Mountain takes teaching Taoism and solving doubts as its own responsibility, upholding the right way, if oneself is right, the Tao will also be right.
As the scroll was written, a faint golden light emerged.
Even in Western Xinjiang where there is no inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism, this article on teaching and Taoism does not lose its literary spirit.
When Kong Chaode took the scroll, he was stunned.
"Sir, is this a classic text handed down from ancient times?"
The aura of awe-inspiringness comes out of the book, and even under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao of Western Xinjiang, people can feel the surging literary energy within it.
Such a scene is really hard to imagine its literary talent.
"Kong Rong, although running around is hard, it is not as hard as pursuing the great road."
"You have to know that any suffering you suffer today is to hone your glory in the future."
Han Muye looked at Kong Chaode in front of him and spoke softly.
chicken soup.
No, it's chicken blood.
Sure enough, Kong Chaode looked excited, his shoulders were trembling, and he bowed to Han Muye.
"Disciples will certainly live up to their teachings."
Han Muye did not refuse, just waved his hand: "Go ahead."
This scene is really like preaching and solving doubts.
Liu Hong, who was huddled behind the sword pavilion door, felt chilled all over.
It’s hard to imagine that if I become that old-fashioned, what fun will there be in life?
Can the restaurants down the mountain still offer discounts?
Five days after Kong Chaode left, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the third floor of the Jiang Pavilion, was shocked.
In his sea of qi, the original strong human desire kept churning, and like a long dragon's lavender aura falling from the sky, it poured into his body.
Only he can see this breath.
This is just a trace of human hope, but the truly profound and endless energy of human hope is all gathered in Zhongzhou Bailu Mountain Academy, waiting for Han Muye to collect it when he sets foot on Bailu Mountain.
People's hope was so strong that it crossed the sky wall and reached the western border. You can imagine how shocked the Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou were by that article.
Sitting cross-legged, Han Muye had a smile on his face.
"That's why there is neither high nor low, neither long nor young. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists." On Bailu Mountain, holding a scroll in both hands, Dongfang Shu looked up to the sky and smiled.
"After today, I, Bailu Mountain Academy, will have my way!"
The endless purple aura of hope converges on Baibailu Mountain, dyeing the entire mountain into golden purple.
If this kind of human desire were to converge into one person, he would instantly be called a great master of Confucianism and Taoism.
But at this moment, the spirit of these people's hope is still lingering on Bailu Mountain, and all the students in the mountain can benefit from their teaching.
"What kind of person is the headmaster of Bailu Mountain Academy who can write such an article..." At the foot of Bailu Mountain, several scribes in green robes raised their heads, with uncontrollable wonder on their faces.
An article called "Teacher's Theory" made Bailushan Academy famous throughout Zhongzhou.
Students from all over the world came to Shuxi County one after another.
Unfortunately, no one had the chance to meet the director of Bailu Mountain Academy.
The world only knows that this great Confucian and Taoist cultivator named Han Mu had a master's level of cultivation and a young appearance. He discussed Taoism with the master of Dongfang Shu and was impressed by him.
This great repairman also lived in the same room as Princess Yunjin of Zhenxi Prince's Palace on the Jinchuan River, and his red sleeves were fragrant.
Three thousand miles outside Jinchuan City, Grandmaster Han Mu turned poetry into swords, killed thirty thousand swordsmen, and established a heaven-reaching inheritance for Confucian scholars all over the world.
The bold statement of swordsmanship that "it takes ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost blade has never been tested", and the sword's intention of "killing a person in ten steps, leaving no trace in a thousand miles" are all fascinating.
Scholars carry swords, poets and swordsmen practice together, and eventually they become the legacy of Confucianism in the world.
On Bailu Mountain, countless people are waiting for the return of Mountain Chief Han Mu.
Countless people in Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism speculate that the day Grandmaster Han Mu returns to Bailu Mountain is when he becomes a Grand Master.
——————
The time of practicing is like a fleeting moment.
On Jiuxuan Mountain, the flowers bloom and fade.
Jiange exposed the sword again.
The Huangzhihu, which was noisy all over the mountain, grew a head taller.
Han Muye, the elder of Jiange who was practicing in seclusion, has never left seclusion.
In other words, Elder Han of Jiange has never left Jiange.
"when--"
In front of the sword pavilion, the long sword flew up.
Yang Mingxuan, who had a complicated expression on his face, took a step back and whispered: "I lost."
At this moment, the disciples of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect who were surrounding him not only were not angry, but secretly clenched their fists with excitement on their faces.
More than a year had passed since Elder Han Muye of the Jiange opened the Tianmen with his sword. Finally, someone fought eighteen times in a row, came to the door of the Jiange, and knocked the sword from the hand of Yang Mingxuan, the sword watcher of the Jiange.
In the next game, we can see Elder Han of Jiange taking action!
The power of swordsmanship to banish immortals will reappear in Jiuxuan Mountain!
The young man who drew his sword and knocked it away from Yang Mingxuan's hand showed a trace of confusion on his face and looked around.
He obviously defeated the master of the other sect, shouldn't these people be filled with righteous indignation and want to come up and beat him?
Why are you all so excited?
"Senior Brother Yang, it was you who taught me the methods of killing in your sect's secret place."
"The reason I can defeat you today is not because my swordsmanship is really better than yours, but because you don't have the intention to kill."
The young man put away his sword, cupped his fists, and saluted Yang Mingxuan.
The young man's words made more than ten fellow sword cultivators behind him nod.
They came from Zhongzhou, passed the challenge, and were tested in the secret place arranged by Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Those bloody fights are terrifying.
Yang Mingxuan of Jiange gave instructions to these new comers, and the killing power he displayed was etched in everyone's hearts.
"Luo Teng, your cultivation is indeed strong enough, and the swordsmanship of your Zhongzhou Haoyuan Sword Sect is also powerful enough."
Yang Mingxuan shook his head, and then said calmly: "My Mingshan Sword Sect's inheritance cannot compare."
Mingshan Sword Sect.
It’s not the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
From beginning to end, Yang Mingxuan used the swordsmanship of Mingshan Sword Sect instead of the Sword Pavilion inheritance.
"If you can challenge my sword, you are qualified to take the next step."
Yang Mingxuan had a smile on his face.
"Senior Brother Lin Shen and Senior Brother Lu Gao of Jiange are not here. It happened that Elder Han left seclusion yesterday."
Elder Han is really out of seclusion!
Outside the sword pavilion, there was cheering.
Luo Teng and the Zhongzhou sword cultivators behind him all looked confused.
What is this cheering for?
On the third floor of Jiange, Han Muye stood in front of the window, shaking his head slightly.
Is this the only reason why the disciples of your sect cheer for their elders to be challenged?
It's really heartbreaking.
He turned around and walked slowly downstairs.
His originally relaxed and indifferent expression turned into a solemn one.
These Zhongzhou sword cultivators are nothing. Yang Mingxuan deliberately lost a move just to give them hope.
Otherwise, how could there be so many free coolies in the Fire Source Realm to resist the practitioners of the Cloud Sky Realm in the future?
Han Muye's expression changed because the cloud waves thousands of miles away were shaking.
It was an extremely fierce sword intent.
The sword intention has condensed into a general trend and is coming in reverse.