The fist and sword collided, causing a huge shock, which then turned into thousands of shocks.
Every time it vibrates, the strength on the long sword decreases by one point.
There was a bright cold light in Han Muye's eyes.
What kind of god-king is this? His swordsmanship is nothing more than this!
After attaining Taoism through incense and leaving one's own Taoist temple, one's combat power is worse than that of a major practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism.
Moreover, these so-called god-kings themselves do not cultivate their character.
Of the eighteen God-Kings, the only ones who are truly powerful are the five God-Kings who can suppress one side.
Everyone else is just the same.
"boom--"
The big sword was shattered, and Han Muye took a step back.
"The Shinto method is nothing more than that." Han Muye shouted coldly, fighting spirit surging through his body.
Now, with the help of the power of the divine beast Baxia, his body can carry a whole world. This strong man from the Resentmentless World cannot defeat him!
There was a hint of fear in Protector God King's expression, he gritted his teeth and looked at the broken sword in his hand.
The body of a divine beast is so strong!
"King God, this kid is arrogant, let's take action together." Beside him, an old man with a black beard shouted loudly.
Several others nodded.
The Protector God King raised his hand and was just about to gather everyone's strength for a fight when his expression suddenly changed.
He turned his head and looked not far away.
Over there, a bloody stream of light rushed towards me.
From more than one side, endless streams of bloody light surged into the void.
Encirclement!
"It's the Red Flame Army!"
"Walk!"
Several people exclaimed, then turned around and left without hesitation.
Han Muye stood where he was, moving his body with some regret.
The battle just now, even though it was just a warm-up, made his muscles and bones feel quite relaxed.
There aren't many people in the Tianxuan world who can let him move his muscles and bones without fear of breaking them.
Pity.
If he could fight for a little longer, he would definitely be able to refine the body of the divine beast a little faster.
If you move your fingers lightly, you will feel much more flexible.
Taking a look at the approaching Red Flame Army, Han Muye also turned around and fled towards the Tianxuan World.
He also didn't want to meet the Red Flame Army in the void.
Marquis Chongwu is a powerful man who can truly suppress all realms.
"What a good boy, you have become so strong so quickly." After Han Muye left for a moment, a figure flew down.
Wearing a battle armor with dense divine patterns, a long beard reaching past his chest, a simple face, and a fighting spirit.
"Marquis Wu, those fleeing false gods from the Wu Resentment Realm are surrounded." A blood-armored general shouted to report.
Wuhou.
Tianxuan World, Chongwuhou.
Upon hearing the report, Marquis Chongwu laughed, turned into a stream of light, and rushed into the depths of the void.
"Boy, I'm waiting for you in the No Resentment Realm."
His voice penetrated the void and rang in the ears of Han Muye who rushed into the sky of Xuan Tian.
A world without resentment?
It seems that the Wuhuang Realm of Incense Enlightenment is really powerful enough to allow Marquis Chongwu to extend an invitation to him.
If you have a chance, you can go and have a look.
The pursuit in the void seemed to last only a short time, but by the time Han Muye returned to Tianxuan World, it was already ten days later.
This is also the reason why many great monks practice outside the world and spend countless hours without realizing it.
In ten days, the general situation in Zhongzhou changed again.
At the mouth of the Guanjiang River, a mysterious scholar conferred the title of god with one word.
In the eight counties in the southeast of Zhongzhou, there are three thousand righteous gods and one hundred thousand hairy gods, suppressing mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.
The aura of human hope may be divided by Shinto, but the general trend of Tianxuan is stable, Shinto and Confucianism are combined, and the power of heaven and earth is further enhanced.
Ninety-nine percent of those who were conferred as gods were ancestors of Confucianism and Taoism.
The method of incense enlightenment in the eight southeastern counties has replaced the previous Taoist sect and become the authentic state of the Taoist sect.
Fushen Daozong and the various sects under his command guarded the mountain gate and did not dare to move any more.
Among them, Lu Yang, the commander of the three counties, killed hundreds of Dao cultivators with one sword, including several from the Heaven Realm.
Several powerful Taoists were slaughtered and the sect collapsed.
The Danyun Taoist sect that once suppressed Liuyuhe was directly uprooted, and the sect's headquarters became the dojo of Guanjiangkou Xianshengzhenjun.
In Dongshan County, Lu Chen is also a ruthless person.
He used several powerful demons suppressed in Dongshan County as a guide to inspire the power of Confucianism and Taoism's Golden Seal, and defeated the siege of the three out-of-body cultivators in one fell swoop.
The three out-of-body souls were suppressed by him at the mouth of Dongshan County and the East China Sea.
Although the Battle of Guanjiangkou to Confer Gods that shocked Tianxuan was short-lived, its impact was extremely far-reaching.
The power of Confucianism and Taoism makes those outside forces lurking in Zhongzhou fearful.
With the help of heaven and the general trend, Zhongzhou will be monolithic.
Han Muye didn't care about the various disturbing events.
When he went up the river, he saw that the people were happy and the water was stable.
The village by the river used to be filled with the sound of books and crowds of people, but now it has a bit more fragrance.
When in doubt, ask ghosts and gods.
For mortals, there are too many things that are powerless in the world. It is not a bad thing to place your will on heaven and earth and seek the help of the gods of mountains and rivers.
Go up the river and set foot on land in Beihe County.
After traveling thousands of miles, the sky in the distance has been dyed golden and purple by the purple aura of human hope and the golden aura of awe.
Even at night, the brilliance of the starry sky cannot match the golden and purple color.
Imperial City.
Gold and purple can be seen in the sky thirty thousand miles away, and poems and calligraphy written by eight thousand people move in the sky.
The capital of Confucianism and Taoism.
Going from Beihe County to the Imperial City, you can see Confucian scholars wearing long robes, either in groups or alone.
Some carried large book boxes and walked silently, while others wore swords hanging from their waists, robes with big sleeves, and looked free and easy.
Along the roadside, wherever there are good views, you can see carved stone tablets and romantic poems.
Passing by the roadside, there are many Confucian scholars holding folding fans and singing to the scenery.
The world's literary style flourished in the imperial capital.
Han Muye was wearing a light blue shirt, not like a Confucian robe with long sleeves.
There was no aura of awe or awe in him.
Among the scholars who rode in the same car and lived together, no one knew that he was the great Confucian who made a name for himself at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.
However, Han Muye heard that Confucianism and Taoism are still very happy with being honored during life and becoming a god after death.
There are many rumors that the lord of a certain county worked hard for the people, and after his death, his remaining soul became a god.
Or maybe a great scholar was cultivating somewhere, and after his death, he took over the local mountains and rivers and became the god of the mountains and rivers.
The pursuit of enlightenment by incense and Taoism not only do not conflict with those of Confucianism and Taoism, but instead inspire Confucianism and Taoism practitioners’ obsession to join the world and help the common people.
Ten days later, outside the Yongding Gate of the Imperial City.
Han Muye stood in front of the Thousand-Zhang Tower and looked up.
Clouds and rivers are like waterfalls, and spiritual energy is like tides.
This imperial city is filled with the aura of Zhongzhou, which is so rich that you can get wet even if you bathe in it.
If you really take a breath, your whole body will be clear.
After the long river of spiritual energy, thousands of miles of floors enter the clouds, stacked one after another densely, and connect to the clouds.
Shrouded in golden light, swirling in purple air, the power of the great avenue accumulated over countless years protects this Confucian and Taoist holy city.
"The imperial city has a radius of thousands of miles, and there are thirty million subjects. Who will not be shocked when they come?" Countless people who were also standing outside Yongding Gate were sighing.
Back when he was outside the Tianxuan World, Han Muye had seen the lush and vibrant Tianxuan World.
This is a world that everyone is willing to do their best to protect.
Now that he saw the splendor of the imperial city, he understood why the literary and ink voices could never leave the imperial city for thousands of years.
Such an imperial city is worth spending your whole life guarding.
Standing outside the city gate, Han Muye felt his mind agitated, and his soul seemed to separate above his head, heading towards the void.
His body shook slightly, and the intoxication in his eyes turned into clarity.
sharp.
The power of heaven in the imperial city was so powerful that even he almost separated his soul and merged into it.
If this is really integrated into the soul, it will really compete with Wen Mo Sheng in the future.
Shaking his head and gathering his thoughts, Han Muye walked forward slowly.
Outside the city gate, groups of soldiers wearing golden armor stood waiting.
No one came forward to check, but there were golden lights flashing above the city gate.
Everyone who entered the city had their bodies swept over by the golden light several times.
Han Muye could feel that this was a method of using Confucianism and Taoism's awe-inspiring energy.
This golden light can cut off the mind and cultivation.
People with malicious intentions can easily be fascinated by this golden light and bump into the golden pillar at the city gate without realizing it.
As the golden light entered his body, Han Muye did not deliberately suppress or hide it.
His cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism was so profound that he only showed it slightly before absorbing this golden light.
At this moment, in the depths of the imperial city, purple energy vibrated, and then turned into nothingness.
"Hey, which great master is coming back?" In a palace, someone whispered, and then he wrote down.
"The purple energy is like a tide, and the awe-inspiring energy is roiling. I'm afraid it's not just the Grand Master. Could it be that the Vice-President is out of the city to visit the flower boats again?"
Striding into the city, Han Muye froze halfway.
The avenue that runs straight ahead is a hundred feet wide, with no end as far as the eye can see.
The pavilions stretching along the avenue, with three, five, and ten floors, are stacked and intertwined.
The avenue is full of people and there are houses on both sides of the avenue.
The imperial city is too big.
Han Muye stood there, not knowing where to go.
It's not just him.
Almost everyone who entered the imperial city was at a loss.
Walking into the Imperial City is like walking into another world.
Where there are people, there is business.
Han Muye's confusion was broken by people wearing gray clothes one after another.
These people came over with smiles and enthusiasm, asked in a low voice where they were going, and then extended their hands with smiles on their faces.
Bring travel expenses.
As long as you pay one or two spiritual stones, I can help you lead the way. Even if you want to visit the entire imperial city, it's not impossible.
Just add money.
Those who are smart look for people wearing long robes and Confucian shirts. People dressed like Han Muye are not very popular.
Several people glanced at Han Muye and then walked around.
In this imperial city, Confucianism and Taoism practitioners are more popular.
In fact, as long as you are in Zhongzhou, Confucian robes are more popular.
"This young master, is it your first time coming to the imperial city?"
Polite.
Those standing here in a daze are probably doing it for the first time.
Han Muye raised his eyes and saw a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a gray robe standing in front of him.
The middle-aged man had an earnest smile on his face and his shoulders were slightly hunched, making his figure appear stooped and slightly humble.
Looking back, Han Muye said, "I'm going to the Xiao family. I wonder if I can lead the way?"
Mu Wan came to the imperial city with the Xiao family caravan.
I think the Xiao family would still pay attention to where Mu Wan would settle down even if they didn't keep Mu Wan here permanently.
If we don't even pay attention to these news, then the Xiao family will not be an imperial family.
Entering the imperial city, the power of the soul was suppressed by heaven. Han Muye could not find Mu Wan even if he wanted to disperse his soul.
This is a huge city with a radius of thousands of miles and a population of 30 million.
When the middle-aged man heard Han Muye say where he was going, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Don't worry, young master, I can take you wherever you go in the imperial city."
After speaking, he thought about it, and then whispered: "Master, there are many families named Xiao in the imperial city. I wonder if the master is looking for the Xiao family in the upper city, the Xiao family in the middle city, or the Xiao family in the lower city?"
Upper middle city or lower city?
Han Muye frowned.
The middle-aged man was busy explaining.
The upper city is the place closest to the center of the imperial city, where all the dignitaries of the imperial dynasty live.
In the middle city, near the Imperial City Academy, most of the court officials live.
The lower city is divided into thousands of blocks around the imperial city. It is where the imperial city's soldiers, petty officials, merchants, and various sects are located.
Han Muye nodded.
If you calculate it this way, the Xiao family where Xiao Yueli was born should be in Shangcheng, right?
After all, Xiao Lingshan, the head of the Xiao family, is one of the three commanders of the Red Flame Army in the imperial city.
"The Yanshan General's Mansion should be in the upper city, right?" Han Muye looked at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man shrank his neck and nodded hurriedly: "Master, are you going to General Xiao's mansion?"
"That's uptown."
As he spoke, he bowed and led Han Muye to the side of the avenue.
"Sir, the upper city is still far away from here. To get there, you have to take a carriage or horse."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave in two days."
Although the imperial city does not prohibit flying, it is a stipulation that no one can fly in the city.
Just by walking, I really don’t know how long it will take.
As the middle-aged man walked, he introduced Han Muye to the situation in the city.
This middle-aged man's name is Zuo Lin, and he is considered a native of the imperial city.
Unfortunately, his cultivation was not going well and he was not well versed in Confucianism and Taoism. He could only rely on his familiarity with the imperial city to lead the way.
Those who can do this business in the imperial city can be regarded as a living.
When they arrived at the carriage shop, Zuo Lin came forward and negotiated the price. Han Muye took a medium-grade spiritual stone as a deposit and rented a carriage.
Renting the car for one day costs ten spiritual stones.
There are many car dealerships in the city. As long as the carriage is delivered to other car dealerships on the same day, the deposit will be refunded.
Zuo Lin was driving the carriage, and Han Muye was sitting on the carriage with the curtain raised.
The horse-drawn carriage drove along the broad road at a slow speed.
With a smile on his face, Zuo Lin loudly introduced the scenery along the way to Han Muye.
"Sir, this is Fire Maple Forest. A great poet once wrote poems here."
"Master, have you seen the five floors on the left? That is the famous Chongyan Building in the Imperial City. It is said that all Confucian scholars who want to be named for the gold medal must have a bowl of rice soup downstairs."
"The Wind and Rain Pavilion, this is the Wind and Rain Pavilion. It is said that there are eight hundred Wind and Rain Pavilions in the imperial city, all of which provide shelter from the wind and rain for passers-by. Many people live in the Wind and Rain Pavilion for a long time."
"Living in the imperial city is not easy. Young Master has also seen it. Renting this carriage and horse for one day costs ten spiritual stones. It is really difficult for ordinary Confucian scholars to live in the imperial city..."
The imperial city is a city in the sky, but there is also a gloom beneath the glory.
Sitting on the carriage, listening to Zuo Lin telling stories about the imperial city, Han Muye smiled.
At this moment, his mind was divided again.
However, it is not integrated into the avenue of the sky, but like a spectator, standing outside the imperial city, looking at the city.
The center of the imperial city may have remained unchanged since ancient times.
But the people in the city are like running water, constantly changing with the years.
This is a city where even time has left no trace. Who can remember those figures who once stayed there?
Among the creatures on earth and in the thousands of worlds, who is not a passer-by?
Seriously, there is immortality?
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and the aura on his body vibrated slightly.
The change in his state of mind made him refine the body of the divine beast a little faster.
Half a day later, the scenery outside the car changed.
The original hustle and bustle was a little less, and there was more solemnity.
"Sir, this is the Central City, and over there is the direction of the Imperial City Academy."
Zuo Lin raised his hand and pointed to the right.
There, the purple aura of hope and the floating literary talent turned into flowing clouds.
Even without getting close, you can tell that it is a really good place.
"Middle City was mostly an important place for the imperial dynasty, and many Xuanyang Guards were stationed there, so Middle City was not that noisy."
Zuo Lin's driving speed also slowed down a little.
There are many government offices and government offices in various places in the city. Zuo Lin introduced them in a low voice.
Some yamen are not big and have a lot of power, and some look grand, but are actually Qingshui yamen.
There are also some interesting stories among officials.
These are only known to those who have grown up in the imperial city.
These stories and rumors can fascinate those who are new to the Imperial City.
It wasn't until sunset that the carriage slowly stopped beside a mansion surrounded by green willows.
Through the white courtyard wall, you can see the towering pavilions in the house.
This house occupies an area the size of a small town.
In the upper part of the imperial city, such houses are clustered together.
"Sir, this is the Yanshan General's Mansion."
"The general is in the military camp and hasn't returned home for several years. He usually opens the door here."
The imperial palace would not open its central gate unless it welcomed absolutely distinguished guests.
In Zuo Lin's view, Han Muye's status was not good enough to welcome him from the middle.
After getting out of the car, Zuo Lin pointed to a row of blue-armored soldiers standing by the door and whispered: "Sir, who are you looking for in the mansion, I will help you report it."
"There are too many people seeking relatives and officials in the imperial city, and these guards are generally not very willing to report them."
Looking for whom?
Xiao Lingshan is not in the mansion.
Even if he were here, it would be impossible for Han Muye to go directly to find the general.
He came to Xiao's house just to ask where Mu Wan was.
He is not interested in other things.
Han Muye pondered for a moment and then said, "Please help me ask if the deacon named Xiao Chu has returned to the city."
"If you come back, tell Makino to come find you."
When you find Xiao Chu and ask where Mu Wan is, just leave.
Zuo Lin nodded.
Just as he thought.
This young master should be a relative of a certain deacon of the Xiao family.
This is where I came to take refuge.
Zuo Lin was thinking as he strode forward and reported in a low voice to the soldiers standing at the door.
He was born in the imperial city, and he usually did the business of leading people and finding people, so the soldiers at the gate did not embarrass him.
A soldier in green armor nodded, turned around and went into the mansion to report.
Zuo Lin turned around and smiled towards the carriage.
Things are almost done.
On this trip, I should be able to collect three to five spiritual stones later.
If this young master has a relative in a big family in the upper city, it will not be difficult for him to stay in the imperial city with a little support.
If I can establish some friendship with this young master, I might be able to run errands and earn more spiritual stones in the future.
It was really difficult to live in the Imperial City. If their family hadn't still missed him a little, they would have left the Imperial City long ago.
Suddenly, Zuo Lin's expression changed.
In General Yanshan's mansion, the clanging sound of military armor could be heard.
Dozens of figures rushed out from the wide-open door.
The leader was wearing a navy blue robe and a black veil on his head.
He looked solemn, looked ahead, and ran in long strides. There were several people behind him, all of whom were wearing red armor.
Zuo Lin's eyes widened.
This is Xiao Changfeng, the eldest master of the Xiao family, the great master of Confucianism and Taoism, and the censor of Taizuo Capital, Xiao Changfeng!
And the one wearing the lion-swallowing fire armor is clearly Xiao Changchun, the second master of the Xiao family and the chosen vanguard general of the Red Flame Army.
The other people are all powerful figures in charge of the Xiao family!
Zuo Lin, who looked dumbfounded, watched as Xiao Changfeng led several important figures of the Xiao family and strode to the carriage and horses.
Xiao Changfeng, the great master of Confucianism and Taoism, the eldest master of the Xiao family, and the royal envoy of the imperial dynasty, straightened his clothes, raised his hands and bowed.
The Grand Master bows to greet you!
If he hadn't been leaning against the porch pillar, Zuo Lin would have collapsed.
