Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The battle of the world, Han Muye's blood boils when he sees it.

Although Mo Shenghua was indifferent, his combat power was indeed monstrous.

In front of him, God Transformation Major did not dare to draw his sword alone.

This battle to siege and kill the whole world has started for decades, and it seems that the victory will not be lost, and Mo Shenghua's fur has not been hurt.

This kind of war has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, even 10,000 years is normal.

Huo Shanlin, the owner of the Cloud Ladder Sword, the elder of Qingyun Sword Sect, was originally the commander of a large army, and his son-in-law followed the army and wanted to get some military exploits.

Later, Huo Yuyang went to Yuntianjie to get supplies and just got news of Lu Chen.

This second-generation immortal only wanted to kill Lu Chen, and then lead the army to visit the Profound Sky World.

In the fairy world, there are many rumors about Tianxuan.

In the eyes of the practitioners of the Immortal Spirit World, the Profound Sky World is a place of incomparably wealthy but extremely low combat power.

It's just that Confucianism and Taoism are the most holy suppressions in the Profound Sky World, and Confucianism and Taoism can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, which is a headache.

Moreover, the Profound Sky World was obscured by supernatural powers, and it was difficult to find it.

Huo Yuyang intercepted Lu Chen, but he didn't expect to give his life to lead Huo Shanlin out, and his clone was suppressed in the end.

Among them, Karma, is really magical.

Regarding Mo Shenghua being hunted down, Han Muye is powerless to help even if he has the will.

In the battle between the big cultivators, he was also a drag.

Han Muye refined the long sword, and after the Sword intent was eliminated, it turned into a small golden sword that was no more than a foot long.

The maid in green, Yun Di, stood behind Han Muye.

Hold the small sword and walk down the sword pavilion.

Liu Hong was slightly taken aback 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 Han really knows how to play."

Han Muye went to the Outer Sect to receive foreign guests, and Lu Qingping, the sixth sister-in-law, was catching Huang Zhihu to learn Chinese characters.

Lu Qingping looked at Yun Di behind Han Muye with a puzzled look on her face.

"Her name is Yun Di, the sword spirit of this sword."

Han Muye placed the small sword in front of Huang Zhihu and said, "She will follow Zhihu in the future."

Sword Spirit?

Lu Qingping's eyes widened.

The spirit of the sword transforms into a human form, isn't this Magic Treasures?

Magic Treasures, there seem to be 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 called me a foster father, of course I will give her anything good."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yun Di and pointed at Huang Zhihu: "She will be your master in the future, you must protect her and supervise her cultivation."

Hearing Han Muye's words, Yun Di bowed and stood behind Huang Zhihu.

The originally smiling Huang Zhihu lowered his face.

I thought I would recruit a playmate for myself, but I didn't want to supervise my practice.

Seeing Huang Zhihu's expression, Han Muye said with a light smile, "You should study hard, study and practice carefully, and you should also be serious when you meditate. Your adoptive father will take you down the mountain to play."

Go downhill and play!

Huang Zhihu hurriedly nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay, foster father, when are you going?"

"Two years later," Han Muye said.

two years.

Huang Zhihu was like a deflated leather ball, limp 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 turned around in tacit understanding and walked along the mountain road.

After walking for a long time, neither of them spoke.

"Junior Sister Mu—"

Just as Han Muye spoke, Mu Wan whispered, "Senior brother, I'm going down the mountain."

Han Muye turned to look at her.

Mu Wan lowered her head and said softly, "With Senior Brother's Medicine Pill, I feel that the affinity between plants and trees has increased countlessly."

"Going forward on Alchemy, I can go further."

The three Wood Spirit Pills refined by the Mujin Orchid Fruit can each raise their Wood Family Affinity to the full level.

Han Muye didn't tell Mu Wan, he just didn't want her to be burdened.

Mu Wan raised her head, her eyes were bright.

"Senior brother, my ancestor and my grandmother asked me to go back to Mu's house and practice Alchemy with them."

"They said, when they go to Zhongzhou, they will take me with them."

There is an Alchemy gathering every three hundred years in Central State.

The ancestor of the Mu family went there last time and got a qualification to participate in the conference.

This is the grandest gathering of Tianxuan Alchemy, among which there are countless Alchemy powerhouses.

Han Muye also learned about the matter in detail some time ago.

The ancestors of the Mu family have always tried to invite Han Muye to go with him, and Han Muye agreed.

"Okay, then you practice well, and then go to Zhongzhou, let's go together." Han Muye nodded.

A smile appeared on Mu Wan's face, and her eyes were filled with joy.

I don't know if it's because I'm sure Han Muye is with him, or because of something else.

"Senior brother, this is the Medicine Pill I made. I know that you are not short of Spirit Stones and Medicine Pill, and I have nothing else to give you."

Handing a small bag to Han Muye's palm, Mu Wan turned around and left with her head down.

Han Muye looked at her back and sighed slightly in his heart.

I don't plan anything myself.

However, it is also a good thing for Mu Wan to return to the Mu family to practice Alchemy.

The Alchemy level of Mu Family Patriarch and Peony Fairy is the top in Western Xinjiang.

Mu Wan's current Mu Affinity level is full, and Xiu Alchemy will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

It should also be able to shine when the Central State Alchemy Conference arrives.

With Mu Wan's temperament, she is suitable to be an alchemist, a practitioner of pure cultivation.

Han Muye's eyes showed determination.

This is the world of practice.

There are practitioners like myself who are constantly killing people, and practitioners like Mu Wan who don't have blood on their hands.

Being able to practice according to one's heart is the real splendor of the practice world.

Han Muye returned to Jiange, and Kong Chaode, who had returned from Zhongzhou, was waiting at the gate of Jiange.

"Young master, the Great Master of the East has a letter for me to hand it to you."

Oriental Books.

The current Bailu Mountain Academy is thriving, with nearly a hundred teachers and thousands of students studying in Bailu Mountain.

It has only been two years, and there are so many students. In ten or twenty years, Bailu Mountain will definitely become the Sacred Land of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.

Dongfangshu has also passed several letters before, sometimes to report the current situation of the academy, and sometimes to ask for instructions on the construction of the academy.

Han Muye responded according to his own assumptions.

In the current Bailu Mountain Academy, from teaching to students, everyone reading with a sword has become a common practice.

Those students not only learned literature and swords, but also practiced warfare and deduced war. Under the Bailu Mountain, there were also stretches of mountains to open up spiritual fields, plant spiritual medicines and spiritual valleys.

Bow reading, poetry sword.

This kind of atmosphere spread, and many places in Zhongzhou could see Confucian scholars with swords.

However, the traditional Confucian scholars in Zhongzhou also looked down on such schools and criticized them quite a bit.

Opening the envelope, Dongfangshu said in the letter that Dongshan County is in need of a lot of waste and needs to move people from all over the place, and many Sects are also willing to enter.

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 are in power, they can restrain the Sect and rule the people.

The reason why they came to Bailu Mountain was because most people in the Imperial City Academy did not despise the deserted Dongshan County.

Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism elite, who would like to waste their good years on a wasteland?

Dongfangshu 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 have no distinctions, no matter their background, and the talent limit is incomparable with the disciples of Huangcheng Academy.

If relying on the imperial selection system of Zhongzhou, not many students of Bailushan Academy would be able to take power in the end.

It is better to go to Dongshan County first, at least Lu Chen promised five county magistrates and dozens of other official positions.

However, Dongfangshu couldn't make up his mind for a while whether to arrange for the disciples to go.

Dongshan County is barren and barren, and it is not a blessing for all the students to go.

"Master, Yunjin County Master also sent a lot of books in exchange for your comments, Master."

Kong Chaode brought another small wooden box over.

This wooden box is specially used to store books. It doesn't look like much, and 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, you need to repair it on Jiuxuan Mountain first, and then write a reply letter to Dongfang senior after I have annotated these books."

"Also, take another batch of swords and spirit pills to Jinchuan."

The power of the Fire Source Realm provides swords. If it weren't for the fear of selling too many items and hitting the market price, the Han family firm could sell thousands of swords at one time.

As for Medicine Pill, because the quality required is relatively high, only Han Muye and Jiang Ming can make it temporarily.

The Medicine Pill sent by Mu Wan is of good quality, but Han Muye will definitely not sell it.

It's not that he really lacks Spirit Stones.

Kong Chaode was originally based in Jinchuan, Zhongzhou. After Lin Shen and Zhao Yunlong passed by, they helped him a lot. At least when Kong Chaode left, there were people over there.

As for the East China Sea, the business road has only been opened up, and it has to rely on the Jin Family Firm.

Han Muye returned to the third floor of Jiange and took out the books.

Although these antique books are not unique, many of them are lost outside, and only the royal family collects them.

Many of them are biographies of ancient Confucian scholars.

Han Muye was reading the classics on the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion, while carefully annotating them.

There was a faint air of awe-inspiring air swirling around him.

For most Confucianism and Taoism practitioners, the means of increasing the qi of arrogance is just such a rudimentary approach.

Every word is a practice. Han Muye watched it very quickly, and when he felt something, he added a comment or two.

"Is there really such an anecdote in the world? Listen to Jun's words and hang on to the southeast branch."

"The scenery is beautiful. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. The road is sunny but sunny."

"Sour Confucianism."

"In this situation, I should write a poem."

"Fuck."

...

Communication of words is like that.

Han Muye seems to be wandering in the river of words of time, sitting opposite and walking with the great Confucians of the ancient times.

Or recite poetry and compose harmony, or shake the table with laughter and scolding.

This kind of practice is really enjoyable.

When he reached out and touched the wooden box, he was slightly taken aback.

The wooden box is already empty.

Shaking his head regretfully, he put a booklet 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 a new level of understanding of Heavenly Dao.

The basis of the Tao is indeed boundless.

After sealing the wooden box, Han Muye unfolded the scroll and picked up the ink pen.

He wants to reply to Dongfangshu.

"Walking ten thousand miles, reading ten thousand volumes of books, you will end up feeling shallow on paper, knowing that you have to do it."

Stop writing, concentrate and calm down, Han Muye starts to write slowly again.

"A scholar in ancient times must have a teacher. A teacher, so he preaches and receives karma to solve delusions. People are not born to know, how can they be free from delusions? Do not follow a teacher if you are confused.

"That's why there is neither noble nor cheap, neither long nor short, where the Tao exists, the teacher exists."

The words fell, and thunder bursts in the void.

At this moment, countless figures of seekers appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Literati, Swordsman, Daoist, Devil Cultivator, Great Demon.

There is no right or wrong in the world, there is Righteous & Evil.

Right and wrong, who will determine?

Dao, who will guide?

"If the teacher's morality is right, the world's righteousness will last forever."

Bailu Mountain takes teaching the Tao and dispelling doubts as its own responsibility, upholds the right way, is right, and the way is right.

When the scroll was written, a faint golden light emerged.

Even in the Western Frontier where there is no Confucianism and Taoism, this classic text on teachers and Taoism does not lose its Chinese flavor.

When Kong Chaode took over the paper, the whole person was stunned.

"Master, is this, is this a handed down classic?"

Outside the book, Haoran's breath can be felt under the suppression of Xijiang Heavenly Dao.

Such a scene is really unimaginable.

"Kong Rong, although running around is hard, it's not as hard as chasing the great road."

"You have to know that any suffering you suffer today is to sharpen the glory of 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 showed excitement, his shoulders trembled, and he bowed to Han Muye to the ground.

"The disciple will certainly live up to the teaching."

Han Muye didn't refuse either, just waved his hand: "Go ahead."

This scene really looks like preaching and dispelling doubts.

Liu Hong, who was huddled behind the Jiange gate, felt a chill all over his body.

It's hard to imagine, if you become that old-fashioned, what's the fun in life?

Can the restaurant under the mountain still be discounted?

Five days after Kong Chaode left, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion, was shocked.

In his Qi Sea, the originally thick human gaze continued to churn, and the lavender aura like a long dragon descended from the sky and poured into his body.

Only he could see the breath.

This is just a trace of people's hope, the real and endless aura of people's hope, all gathered in Bailu Mountain Academy in Zhongzhou, waiting for Han Muye to set foot on Bailu Mountain to collect.

The qi of people's hope is so strong that it crosses the sky wall and reaches the western frontier. It is conceivable that that article caused a great shock to Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.

Sitting at Lotus Position, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

"That's why there is neither noble nor cheap, neither long nor small, where the Tao exists, the teacher exists." On Bailu Mountain, holding the scroll in both hands, Dongfang Shu smiled up to the sky.

"After today, I, Bailu Mountain Academy, have a right!"

The endless purple aura of human hope gathers in Baibailu Mountain, dipping the whole mountain into golden purple.

If these people's expectations are merged into one person, they can be called the Grand Great Master of Confucianism and Taoism in an instant.

But at this moment, these people's aspirations are lingering on Bailu Mountain, and the students in the mountains can benefit from their teaching.

"What kind of person is the head of the Bailu Mountain Academy who can write such an article..." Under the Bailu Mountain, several scribes in green robes raised their heads with uncontrollable surprise on their faces.

In a "Speaking of Teachers", Bailu Mountain Academy is famous in Zhongzhou.

Students from all over the world came to Shuxi County one after another.

It's a pity that everyone missed the chance to meet the head of Bailu Mountain Academy.

The world only knows that this Confucian and Taoist master named Han Mu has a Great Master Cultivation Base. He has a youthful appearance and talks about Taoism with the Great Master of the Oriental Book, and is convinced by him.

The overhaul was also in the same room as the Lord of Yunjin County, the palace of the town's west king, on the Jinchuan River, with red sleeves and fragrance.

Han Mu's Great Master was 3,000 miles outside of Jinchuan City. He turned his sword into poetry, cut 30,000 swords and cultivated it, creating an inheritance for the world's scholars.

The arrogance of swordsmanship that "a sword has been sharpened in ten years, but the frost blade has never been tried", and the sword intent of "killing a person in ten steps, leaving a thousand miles behind" is revealed, all of which make people fascinated.

Scholars with swords, and fellow practitioners of poetry and swords, eventually become the inheritance of Confucianism in the world.

On the White Deer Mountain, countless people were waiting for the day when the leader of the mountain, Han Mu, returned.

In Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism, countless people speculated that the day the Great Master Han Mu returned to Bailu Mountain was the time when he stepped into the Grand Great Master.

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The time of cultivation is like a white horse passing by.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the flowers bloom and thank you.

The sword pavilion basked in the sword again.

The Yellow Fat Tiger, which was full of noise, grew a head taller.

The Elder Han Muye, the sword pavilion who practiced in Closed Door Training, has never been out of the gate.

In other words, Jiange Han Elder has never left Jiange.

"when--"

In front of the sword pavilion, the long sword flew up.

With a complicated expression on his face, Yang Mingxuan took a step back and said in a low voice, "I lost."

At this moment, the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect surrounded by them were not only not angry, but secretly clenched their fists with excitement on their faces.

After more than a year since the sword of Jiange Han Muye Elder opened the gate of heaven, someone finally came to the gate of Jiange and picked up the sword in the hands of Yang Mingxuan, the swordsman of Jiange.

In the next game, you will see Elder Han of Jiange take action!

The power of kendo banished from immortals will reappear in Jiuxuan Mountain!

The young man who took out the sword and flew the sword in Yang Mingxuan's hand showed a dazed look on his face, looking around.

He is obviously a master who has won the opponent's 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, in the secret place of your sect, you taught me how to kill."

"I can beat you today, it's not that my swordsmanship is really stronger than you, it's that you have no killing intent."

The young man cupped fist with his sword and saluted Yang Mingxuan.

The young man's words made the dozen or so fellow sword cultivators behind him all nod their heads.

They came from Zhongzhou, passed the challenge, and tried in the secret place arranged by Jiu Xuan Sword Gate.

Such bloody fights are terrifying.

Jiange Yang Mingxuan instructed these newcomers, and the killing power displayed by them was engraved in everyone's heart.

"Luo Teng, your Cultivation Base is indeed strong enough, and the swordsmanship of your Zhongzhou Haoyuan Sword Sect is also strong enough."

Yang Mingxuan shook his head, and then said lightly: "My Mingshan Sword Sect's inheritance is not comparable."

Mingshan Sword Sect.

Not the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

From beginning to end, Yang Mingxuan used the swordsmanship of Mingshan Jianzong, not the inheritance of the sword pavilion.

"If you can pick up the sword in my hand, you will be qualified to go further."

Yang Mingxuan had a smile on his face.

"Jiange Brother Lin Shen and Brother Lu Gao are not here, it just happened that Elder Han left the customs yesterday."

Elder Han is really out!

Outside the sword pavilion, there was cheers.

Luo Teng and the Zhongzhou Jianxiu behind him were all confused.

What is this cheering for?

On the third floor of Jiange, Han Muye stood in front of the window and shook his head gently.

My own Sect disciples cheered their Elders being challenged, is it the only place?

Really old-fashioned.

He turned around and walked slowly downstairs.

The originally relaxed and indifferent expression turned into a solemn expression.

These Zhongzhou sword cultivators are nothing, Yang Mingxuan deliberately lost a move, just so that they can see hope.

Otherwise, how can there be so many free coolies in the Fire Origin Realm to resist the practitioners in the Cloud Heaven Realm?

Han Muye's expression changed because of the vibration of clouds thousands of miles away.

It was a sword intent that was extremely fierce.

Sword intent, has condensed into a general trend, and came retrograde.

The direction is Jiuxuan Mountain.