Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 286 Gathering millions of miles, swordsmen from the East China Sea come to the West (12 chapters with five thousand characters)

Han Muye's blood was boiling with excitement as he watched the battle for one world.

Although Mo Shenghua was out of tune, his fighting power was truly monstrous.

Huashen Daxiu didn't dare to draw his sword alone in front of him.

This great war to siege the whole world has been going on for decades, and it looks like it won't win, and Mo Shenghua hasn't been hurt.

This kind of war lasted for hundreds of years and thousands of years, even ten thousand years is really normal.

The owner of the Yunti Sword, Huo Shanlin, the elder of Qingyun Sword Sect, was originally the commander of an army, and his son followed the army, hoping to gain some military merit.

Later, Huo Yuyang went to Yuntian Realm to collect supplies, and just learned about Lu Chen's news.

This second generation of immortals originally wanted to intercept and kill Lu Chen, and then lead the army to visit the Tianxuan World.

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

In the eyes of practitioners in the fairy world, the Profound Sky World is a place of incomparable wealth but extremely low combat power.

It's just that there is Confucianism and Taoism in the Tianxuan world to suppress it. Confucianism and Taoism can stimulate the power of heaven and earth, which is a headache.

Moreover, the world of Profound Sky is covered by great supernatural powers, so it is very difficult to find it.

Huo Yuyang intercepted and killed Lu Chen, but he didn't expect to lose his life, so he led Huo Shanlin out, and finally his clone was suppressed.

The cause and effect of this is really miraculous.

Regarding the matter of Mo Shenghua being hunted down, Han Muye is powerless to help even if he wants to.

As for the battle between the big monks, he would drag his legs if he went.

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

Yundi, the maid in green, stood behind Han Muye.

Hold the small sword and walk down the Jiange.

Liu Hong was slightly taken aback when he saw Yun Di behind Han Muye.

It wasn't until Han Muye walked out of the Jiange that he shook his head and said in a low voice, "This Senior Brother Han really knows how to play."

When Han Muye went to the outer gate to receive foreigners, his sixth sister-in-law Lu Qingping was catching Huang Zhihu practicing calligraphy.

Lu Qingping looked at Yundi who was behind Han Muye, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Her name is Yundi, and she is the sword spirit of this sword."

Han Muye put the little sword in front of Huang Zhihu and said, "From now on, she will follow Zhihu."

Sword spirit?

Lu Qingping's eyes widened.

Isn't the sword spirit transforming into a human form a magic weapon?

Magical treasure, this kind of treasure, there seem to be few in the whole of Western Xinjiang, right?

"Senior Brother Han, this, this is too precious..." Lu Qingping hurriedly said.

Han Muye shook his head: "Sister-in-law Liu, Zhihu called me foster father, if I have anything good, I will give it to her."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yundi and pointed at Huang Zhihu: "From now on, she will be your master, you have to protect her and supervise her practice."

After hearing Han Muye's words, Yundi bowed and stood behind Huang Zhihu.

Huang Zhihu, who was originally smiling, lost 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 chuckled and said, "You should study hard, practice calligraphy, and meditate carefully. Your foster father will take you down the mountain to play."

Go down to play!

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

"In two years." Han Muye said.

two years.

Huang Zhihu was like a deflated ball, limp in front of the long table, pouted: "Mother, I'm so hungry..."

Lu Qingping smiled and handed over a fruit.

Han Muye left the courtyard and saw Mu Wan outside.

The two 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—"

Just as Han Muye opened his mouth, Mu Wan whispered, "Senior brother, I'm ready to go down the mountain."

Han Muye turned to look at her.

Mu Wan lowered her head, and said softly: "With the elixir of senior brother, I feel that the affinity between plants and trees has been greatly improved."

"In the future, on Dan Dao, I can go further."

Each of the three wood spirit pills refined from the Mu Jinlan fruit can raise its wood affinity to the full level.

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

Mu Wan raised her head, her eyes were bright.

"Brother, my ancestor and grandma asked me to go back to Mu's house and practice alchemy with them."

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

The Alchemy Dao Gathering in Zhongzhou only happens once every three hundred years.

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

This is the most grand gathering of Tianxuan alchemy, among which there are countless alchemy experts.

It was only a while ago that Han Muye had a detailed understanding of this matter.

The ancestor of the Mu family has always tried his best to invite Han Muye to go with him, and Han Muye also agreed.

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

There was a smile on Mu Wan's face, and there was joy in her brows and eyes.

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

"Senior brother, this is the elixir I refined. I know you have no shortage of spirit stones and elixirs, and I have nothing else to give you."

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

Looking at her back, Han Muye sighed slightly in his heart.

I don't plan anything myself.

However, it is also a good thing for Mu Wan to go back to the Mu family to practice alchemy.

The alchemy level of Mu Family Patriarch and Shaoyao Fairy is top in Western Xinjiang.

Mu Wan's current Mu kinship is at the full level, and her cultivation of alchemy will definitely advance by leaps and bounds.

It should also be able to shine when it comes to the Zhongzhou Pill Dao Conference.

With Mu Wan's temperament, she is suitable for being a alchemist and a practitioner of Qingxiu.

There was determination in Han Muye's eyes.

This is the world of practice.

There are practitioners like myself who are constantly killing and killing, and there are 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 in front of the Jiange gate.

"My lord, Master Dongfang has a letter for me to deliver to you."

Oriental Books.

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

It's only been two years, and with so many students, in ten or twenty years, Bailu Mountain will surely become a holy land of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.

Dongfang Shu also delivered several letters before, sometimes to report the recent situation of the academy, and sometimes to ask for instructions on the construction of the academy.

Han Muye responded to all of them according to his own ideas.

In the current Bailushan Academy, it has become a common practice for everyone to study with a sword, from the teaching to the students.

Those students not only learn literature and swords, but also learn the art of war, and deduce the war. Under the White Deer Mountain, there are still stretches of mountains to open up spiritual fields, plant elixir and spiritual grains.

Bow to read, Shi Jian.

With the spread of this trend, Confucian scholars with swords can be seen in many places in Zhongzhou.

However, the traditional Confucian scholars in Zhongzhou also looked down on this kind of behavior, and they were quite critical.

Opening the envelope, Dongfang Shu said in the letter that Dongshan County is in need of redevelopment, and people need to be relocated from various places, and 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 awe-inspiring spirit, they can restrain the sect and control the people.

The reason why they came to ask for Bailu Mountain was because most people in Huangcheng Academy looked down on the barren Dongshan County.

Zhongzhou Confucian and Taoist elites, who is willing to waste their good years on a wasteland?

Dongfang Shu wrote that he was willing to arrange for the disciples of Bailushan Academy to go to Dongshan County.

After all, the disciples of Bailushan Academy are educated without distinction, regardless of background, in terms of upper limit of talent, it is incomparable with the disciples of Huangcheng Academy.

If relying on Zhongzhou's imperial talent selection system, not many students of Bailushan Academy could finally take 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 couldn't make up his mind whether to arrange for his disciples to go.

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

"My lord, Princess Yunjin also sent a lot of books in exchange for your comment, lord."

Kong Chaode brought over another small wooden box.

This wooden box is specially used for storing books, it doesn't look big, it can store thousands of volumes of Confucian and Taoist classics.

This is a good thing.

Han Muye took the wooden box, and said with a smile, "Kong Chaode, you should fix it on Jiuxuan Mountain first, and then write a reply letter to Senior Dongfang after I have annotated these books."

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

The power of the fire source world provides swords. If it is not afraid of selling too much and hitting the market price, the Han family firm can sell thousands of swords at a time.

As for the elixir, because the required quality is relatively high, only Han Muye and Jiang Ming can make it for the time being.

The pill that Mu Wan sent was of good quality, but Han Muye would definitely not sell it.

He is not really short of spirit stones.

Kong Chaode was originally in Jinchuan, Zhongzhou. After Lin Shen and Zhao Yunlong passed by, they helped him a lot. At least Kong Chaode left, and someone was in charge there.

As for the East China Sea, the commercial roads have only been opened up, and they still have to rely on the Jin Family Firm.

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

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

Many of them are biographies and experiences of great Confucians in ancient times.

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

There was a faint aura of arrogance circulating on his body.

For most practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism, the means to increase awe-inspiring energy is such a poor experience.

Every word and every sentence is practice.

Han Muye read it very quickly, and when he felt something, he would add a comment or two.

"Is there really such an anecdote in the world? Listen to what you said, and hang yourself on the southeast branch."

"The scenery is also good. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine."

"Sour Confucianism."

"I should write a poem about this situation and this scene."

"Fuck."

...

That's how text communication is.

Han Muye seems to be wandering in the river of words of time, sitting and walking with various ancient Confucian scholars.

Or recite poems and compose Fu Xianghe, or laugh and curse and lift the table.

This kind of practice is really joyful.

When he reached out to touch the wooden box, he was slightly taken aback.

The wooden box is already empty.

Shaking his head regretfully, he put a book back into the wooden box.

He could feel that reading these books not only increased his accumulation of Confucianism and Taoism, but also made him understand the way of heaven.

The basis of the Tao is indeed magnificent and boundless.

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

He wanted to reply to Dongfang Shu.

"Walking thousands of miles, reading thousands of volumes of books, what you get on paper will eventually become shallow, and you will never know that you have to do it yourself."

Stop writing, concentrate and calm down, Han Muye slowly wrote again.

"Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teachers, so preaching and receiving karma to solve confusion. People are not born with knowledge, how can they be free from confusion? If you don't follow the teacher if you are confused, you will be confused, and you will never understand it."

"That's why there is no noble and no cheap, no long and no little, the existence of the Tao is the existence of the teacher."

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.

Literati, swordsmen, Taoists, demon cultivators, and great demons.

There is no right or wrong in the world, there is good and evil.

Righteous way and evil way, who will investigate?

Dao, who will guide?

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

Bailushan takes imparting the Tao and resolving doubts as its own responsibility, upholds the righteous way, and the way itself is upright, and the way is also upright.

The scroll was written, and a faint golden light emerged.

Even in Western Xinjiang, where there is no Confucianism and Taoism inheritance, this essay on teacher and Taoism does not lose its literary spirit.

When Kong Chaode took the paper, he was stunned.

"My lord, this, is this a scripture handed down from generation to generation?"

The awe-inspiring air leaks out of the book, and people can feel the surging literary energy under the suppression of the heavenly law in the western Xinjiang.

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 Dao."

"You have to know that any suffering you suffer today is to sharpen your future glory."

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 definitely live up to the teaching."

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

This scene is really preaching and dispelling doubts.

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

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

Can the restaurant at the foot of the mountain still offer a discount?

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

In his sea of ​​qi, the originally thick and vigorous look kept churning, and the lavender aura like a dragon descended from the sky, pouring into his body.

Only he can see this breath.

This is just a trace of popular popularity, the truly thick and endless popularity, all gathered in Zhongzhou Bailushan Academy, waiting for Han Muye to collect it when he set foot on Bailushan.

The popular spirit is so strong that it crosses the sky wall and reaches the western border. It is conceivable that that article caused a great shock to Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.

Sitting cross-legged, Han Muye smiled.

"That's why there is no honor and no cheap, no long and no little, as long as the Tao exists, so does the teacher." On Bailu Mountain, holding a scroll in both hands, Dongfang Shu looked up to the sky and smiled.

"After today, I, Bailushan Academy, have a way!"

The endless purple aura of popularity gathers on Baibailu Mountain, dyeing the whole mountain into golden purple.

If this kind of popularity falls on one person, he can be called a great master of Confucianism and Taoism in an instant.

But at this moment, these popularity linger on Bailu Mountain, and the students all over the mountain can benefit from their teaching.

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

A piece of "Teacher's Talk", Bailushan Academy is famous all over Zhongzhou.

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

It's a pity that no one has the chance to meet the head of Bailushan Academy.

The world only knows that this Confucian and Taoist master named Han Mu has a master's cultivation and a young face. He discusses with the master of Dongfang Shu and admires him.

This Daxiu was still on the Jinchuan River in the same room as Princess Yunjin of Zhenxi Prince's Mansion.

Grandmaster Han Mu was three thousand miles away from Jinchuan City, using poems to transform swords, beheading 30,000 sword cultivators, and creating a heavenly inheritance for Confucian scholars all over the world.

The swordsmanship of "sharpening a sword for ten years, but never tried the frost blade", and the sword's intention of "killing a person in ten steps, never leaving a thousand miles" are all fascinating.

The scholar carries the sword, and the poet and the sword practice together, and eventually become the world's Confucianism.

On White Deer Mountain, countless people waited for the day when the head of the mountain, Han Mu, would return.

Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou, countless people guessed that the day when the master Han Mu returned to Bailu Mountain was the day when he stepped into the Grand Master.

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

On Jiuxuan Mountain, flowers bloom and wither.

Jiange exposed the sword again.

The rambunctious Yellow Fat Tiger all over the mountain has grown a head taller.

Jiange Elder Han Muye, who practiced in seclusion, has never left the seclusion.

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

"when--"

In front of the Jiange gate, a long sword flew up.

Yang Mingxuan with a complex expression took a step back and said in a low voice, "I'm defeated."

At this moment, not only were the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect surrounding him not angry, but they secretly clenched their fists and their faces were full of excitement.

It has been more than a year since Elder Han Muye opened the gate of Jiange with his sword. Finally, someone fought eighteen times in a row, came to the gate of Jiange, and lifted the sword in the hand of Yang Mingxuan, the sword watcher of Jiange.

In the next round, you will see Elder Jiange Han make a move!

The majesty of the sword to banish immortals will reappear in Jiuxuan Mountain!

The young man who lifted the sword from Yang Mingxuan's hand showed a trace of confusion on his face, and looked around.

He was obviously a master of the opponent's sect, shouldn't these people be filled with righteous indignation, wishing to come up and beat him up?

What, are you all so excited?

"Senior Brother Yang, in the secret place of the noble sect, you taught me how to kill."

"Today's victory against you is not because my swordsmanship is stronger than yours, but because you have no killing intent."

The young man folded his sword and cupped his fists, and saluted Yang Mingxuan.

The young man's words made more than a dozen fellow sword cultivators behind him nod.

They came from Zhongzhou and passed the challenge, the secret trial arranged at the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

That kind of bloody fight is frightening.

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

"Luo Teng, your cultivation and combat power are indeed strong enough, and your Zhongzhou Haoyuan Sword Sect's swordsmanship is also strong enough."

Yang Mingxuan shook his head, and then said lightly: "My Mingshan Sword Sect's inheritance cannot be compared."

Mingshan Sword Sect.

It's not the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Mingxuan used Mingshan Jianzong's swordsmanship, not Jiange's inheritance.

"If you can fly the sword in my hand, you are qualified to go further."

Yang Mingxuan showed a smile on his face.

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

Elder Han is really out!

Outside the Jiange, 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 the Jiange, Han Muye stood in front of the window, shaking his head slightly.

The disciples of their own sect cheered that their elders were challenged, so they were the only ones, right?

It's really not old.

He turned and walked slowly downstairs.

The originally relaxed and indifferent complexion also turned into a serious one.

These Zhongzhou sword cultivators are nothing, Yang Mingxuan deliberately lost a move, just to let them see hope.

Otherwise, how could there be so many free coolies going to the Fire Source Realm to resist the Yuntian Realm practitioners in the future?

The change in Han Muye's expression was due to the shaking of the clouds thousands of miles away.

It was a sharp and extremely sharp sword intent.

The sword intent has condensed into a general trend and is coming in retrograde.

The direction is Jiuxuan Mountain.