Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 255 A gentleman walks with a sword! (12 chapters of five thousand characters)

When the voice falls, the sword lights up!

The sword in Luo Wuyang's hand tore through the void, and directly slashed at Han Muye's neck.

This sword is not sloppy, the sword light goes straight, it is really a good swordsmanship!

A hint of approval appeared on Han Muye's 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.

Fast, firm and steady, combining strength and energy, combining sword and body, Zhongzhou Sword Cultivator, with extraordinary means.

Looking at Han Muye's expression, the corners of Luo Wuyang's mouth curled up.

Sure enough, he was a Confucian scholar who had never seen the cultivation world kill him.

Is this murderous sword not as sharp as your mouth?

It doesn't take much effort to cut a sharp-toothed Confucian scholar with a sword at close range!

Lin Shen, who was standing beside Han Muye, stepped forward and slashed horizontally with the sword in his hand.

"boom--"

The Baizhang sword light exploded and appeared, Luo Wuyang's complexion changed drastically, and he flew back quickly, but his body retreated not as fast as the sword light, and when it collided with the sword light, it shattered.

With one strike, Luo Wuyang, the strong man in the land, was gone.

The sound of the sword whistling was like a landslide and tsunami, rolling down the tide, causing the clouds and air to circulate in a radius of ten miles, and the sky and the ground were in turmoil.

Lin Shen's eyes were shining brightly, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, the sword intent on his body condensed into a long sword that soared to the sky, hanging hundreds of feet in silence.

This sword cut out the momentum of half a step of heaven!

The power of heaven and earth in Zhongzhou is strong, and the aura is rich. When Lin Shen used his sword moves, the power of heaven and earth aroused was completely beyond his imagination.

This sword is really fun!

Inducing the power of heaven and earth like a torrent, moving mountains and rivers with one sword, this is the way of sword cultivation!

Slashing the ground with one sword, the remaining dozen Hongcheng Sword Sect disciples backed away in panic.

A Pentecostal Taoist wearing a purple golden lotus crown stepped forward, staring at Lin Shen.

"It turned out to be the Great Sword Cultivator who had condensed his sword bones."

A sharp sword intent rose from his body, and the unique power of the alchemy cultivator surged to bind the world.

"How can such a sword cultivator serve as a guard for someone?"

"Come to my Hongcheng Jianzong, the murder will be canceled, and I still need a deacon in the foreign affairs hall."

The Taoist had his hands behind his back and his expression was indifferent, as if Lin Shen would never reject his words.

Hongcheng Jianzong is about to surpass the cultivation world of the three counties, ruling hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Even the guards of Confucianism and Taoism in the three counties will give Hongcheng Jianzong face.

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 Hongcheng Jianzong monopolizes the three counties, or separates thirty or fifty small sects to compete with each other, they all turn a blind eye.

As long as there is a lot of offerings, it will be enough.

Anyway, this Zhongzhou is the Zhongzhou of Confucianism and Taoism.

Kong Chaode turned to look at Lin Shen.

From the western frontier to Zhongzhou, and having seen the prosperity of Zhongzhou, one should know how tyrannical the Sword Cultivation Sect that unites the three counties is.

If you really join this Hongcheng Sword Sect, your future achievements will definitely be much better than those on Jiuxuan Mountain in the western border.

How to choose?

Kong Chaode looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged.

My son is so sure, Lin Shen won't rebel?

"boom--"

Lin Shen's great sword made a choice.

Jianguang, cut down.

Thousands of swords drawn, cracking rocks and destroying mountains.

The light of the sword turned into a rolling and overturning mountain wall, and when the sword slashed down, the rocks shattered and landslides fell.

The combination of strength sword and will sword draws the power of heaven and earth to go with you.

The golden earth attribute aura surged, covering Lin Shen like a golden armor.

At this moment, Lin Shen, who was wielding the sword, was like the darling of the earth.

"Good sword repair!"

The Taoist of Hongcheng Jianzong shouted loudly, and the sword light in his hand collided with the sword in Lin Shen's hand.

Then, he vomited blood from his mouth and flew out obliquely.

"Quickly end the battle, this guy is so powerful!" The old man shouted in a panic.

The sword repair disciples of the Hongcheng Sword Sect hurriedly attracted the sword energy in their hands, forming a sword array with surging sword energy, blocking Lin Shen's sword light.

The big sword slashed on the sword array, and every time it slashed, it made the faces of dozens of Jijing swordsmen blush.

This is a sign that the power of the sword is too strong, it is difficult to parry, and the blood is surging.

"Block!"

"Send the signal!"

"Call for help!"

Dao Dao Jian Guang rose.

In the distance, there was a roar of piercing through the sky.

Sword lights like shooting stars pierced the sky.

"My lord, why don't you go back to Jinchuan City first?" Seeing the flying sword light, Kong Chaode said in a low voice.

The fierceness of that sword light is at least half a step to the heavenly realm.

Although Lin Shen is strong, he will never be able to stop such a strong man.

"Back?" Han Muye raised his hand, in his palm, Yubai's folding fan was gently unfolded, and then closed with a "swipe".

"Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism claim to suppress luck, will this situation retreat?"

Hearing Han Muye's words, Kong Chaode shook his head, and said in a low voice: "If a Confucian or Taoist practitioner does not have the power of heaven and earth, he will not be more tyrannical than a sword cultivator if he only relies on awe-inspiring aura, and even—"

He paused, and said softly: "Confucianism and Taoism mostly use the power of heaven and earth to fight. With a little ink, poems become soldiers, all with the help of power of heaven and earth."

"That's why it is said that Confucianism and Taoism have been studied hard for ten years and won the gold medal."

"Confucian and Taoist monks without 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: "My lord, if you can become a non-commissioned officer, no matter how powerful the Hongcheng Sword Sect is, it won't dare to attack you."

This is the shortcoming of Zhongzhou Martial Arts.

Nor can it be said to be a disadvantage.

After reading the royal family's classics, Han Muye knew that the prosperity of Zhongzhou was all in the imperial city.

With the suppression of the Imperial City Academy and the sages of Confucianism and Taoism sitting in charge, Zhongzhou will not be really chaotic.

The authority of Zhongzhou Tiandi was taken away by Confucianism and Taoism, and then distributed everywhere. It needs to be granted by the imperial court in order to have the power to suppress one side.

Such an advantage, of course, is that Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism are dominant.

The monarchy is granted by heaven, and Confucianism and Taoism are in charge.

But the disadvantages of doing so are also obvious.

Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou only cultivate elites.

Ninety-nine percent of the Confucianism and Taoism masters who suppressed the world were born in the Imperial City Academy, under Wen Xiang's family.

People like Dongfang Shu can only teach in the mountains because of disagreements, even if they are masters of Confucianism and Taoism, and they can't train a successful disciple in 30 years.

Thousands of Confucianism and Taoism practitioners in Zhongzhou study hard for a long time, but they are wasted and helpless after all.

"Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou, ha ha." In Han Muye's eyes, there was a bright starlight flashing, and a long laugh shook the world!

At this moment, the situation is changing for thousands of miles!

A vigorous force that belongs only to Confucian and Taoist masters rises from the sky!

"There are tens of thousands of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou. I study hard in the cold window, and I have poor scriptures. I am not allowed to be a non-commissioned officer. I will end up with a handful of loess."

"Confucianism and Taoism can't impose great power on oneself, so what's the use of practicing?"

The sound reappeared, with a radius of thousands of miles, it was deafening.

On Bailu Mountain, which is more than 100,000 miles away, Dongfangshu, who was sitting with several green-robed literati discussing learning, was shocked and stood up.

"Mr. Dongfang, what's the matter?" Several green-robed scribes also stood up and spoke one after another.

As soon as the four sentences on Bailu Mountain came out, Confucian and Taoist practitioners flocked in droves.

Dongfang Shu understood the principles of Confucianism and Taoism, and was promoted to a master. If he wanted to, he could go directly to the imperial city to become an official.

But Dongfang Shuyan is in charge of Bailushan Academy on his own behalf, adhering to the ambition of the academy's leader, opening up a wide range of schools, and teaching without discrimination.

A master is willing to build an academy in Bailu Mountain, which is a great thing for the Confucian and Taoist practitioners around him.

It's just that everyone really can't figure it out, Dongfang Shu, a Confucian and Taoist master, only wants to take over the academy on his behalf, and the head of the mountain is someone else.

Who is this mountain chief?

Some people guessed that it was the great Confucian who left four words of wisdom and signed them as Han Mu.

It's just that this great Confucian Han Mu doesn't know where he is now?

"The power of a master of Confucianism and Taoism draws the power of heaven and earth to accompany him." Looking at the changing clouds in the sky, the Dongfang Bibliography revealed a bright light: "It must be the master of the mountain who made the move!"

Mountain long!

The Head of the White Deer Mountain Academy!

"Everyone, let's protect the old man. I want to get out of my body and go to help in the battle." Dongfang Shu lowered his body, raised his hand, and four scrolls fell around his body to protect his body.

Then there was a blue ink brush held in the palm, the figure paused, the head, the white robe with large sleeves, and the solid soul body of the crown and jade belt were displayed.

A master of Confucianism and Taoism, his soul is out of his body, and he can escape thousands of miles in an instant.

On the White Deer Mountain, a cloud of blue spiritual light flew out, carrying the Oriental Book and soaring away.

"On Bailu Mountain, there are actually two masters?" Until Dongfang Shu's soul flew away, an old man in a green robe whispered.

Grandmasters, there are no masters outside the imperial city. Confucianism and Taoism practitioners in the world can only go to the imperial city to study.

Today, the two masters gathered on Bailu Mountain. From then on, Bailu Mountain will definitely become the most holy place outside the imperial city of Zhongzhou!

"I, Wu Le'an, would like to enter Bailushan Academy, even if I am an ordinary teacher." On the other side, someone already whispered.

"Teaching? I, Cao Cheng, know that my knowledge is low, so I don't dare to expect to teach. I can just be a helper in cleaning."

"Brother Cao, together with you, the front and back mountains are rounded."

There was a lot of discussion on Bailu Mountain, and the ecstasy of Dongfang Shu passed away for thousands of miles, but within a short moment, I could already see the arrogance soaring to the sky in front of me.

It really was Han Mu!

In the distance, in the direction of Jinchuan City, figures flew towards the sky.

Two phantoms hang in the air.

A green robe with big sleeves, and a black armor.

"Mr. Oriental."

Seeing Dongfang Shulai, the two voices slightly cupped their hands.

"Congratulations, Mr. Su Zizhan, to the realm of the master." The figure in the green robe and sleeves was Su Zizhan, the governor of Shuxi County.

As the governor of Shuxi County, of course he knew about the big scene when Dongfangshu was promoted to grandmaster.

I thought Dongfang Shu would retreat to consolidate his cultivation, but he didn't expect to come here.

Dongfangshu bowed his hand and returned the gift.

He is a master, and his cultivation base is half a step higher than Su Zizhan's.

It's just that he doesn't have the power of heaven and earth, and in terms of combat power, he is far inferior to Su Zizhan who is in charge of the power of heaven and earth in West Shu County.

"Mr. Dongfang, I don't know when you will leave for the imperial city. He will throw a banquet 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 Shuxi County.

Hearing his words, Dongfang Shu shook his head and said, "I will be teaching and studying on Bailu Mountain, and I will not go to the imperial city."

Not going to the imperial city?

Su Zizhan and He Jing exchanged glances.

A master wants to give lectures on Bailu Mountain?

This is a great thing for Shuxi County.

"Mr. Dongfang, do you know the master who made the move today?"

Su Zizhan looked at Dongfang Shu and spoke softly.

It's also strange that two Confucian and Taoist masters appeared in a day in Shuxi, a border prefecture thousands of miles away from the imperial city.

Such a grand event is rare even in the large counties in the hinterland of Zhongzhou.

"The person who made the move is my head of Bailushan Academy, Mr. Han Mu." Dongfang Shu's eyes fell on the aura rising in the distance, and he spoke lightly.

White Deer Mountain Academy, the head 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, his soul came out of his body, and when he came out, the mountains and rivers shook thousands of miles.

In front, the sword light that was originally connected together stopped, and then began to move forward again.

"When you meet a master of Confucianism and Taoism in front of you, the sword light never stops. With 30,000 swordsmen, you dare to fight against the master?" He Jing, the commandant of Xuanyang Guard in Shuxi County, said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, Can this kind of sect be recruited into the west of Shu?"

Hearing his words, Su Zizhan shook his head, and said in a low voice: "The world is about to undergo a major change, and the cultivation world should gather strength. This is what Wen Xiang means."

Wenxiang.

He Jing turned his head to look at the sky illuminated by the sword light, with a gloomy expression.

The sect of the practice world fought against the master of Confucianism and Taoism in Shuxi County. When it was reported that he, the commander of Xuanyang Guard in Shuxi County, would be scolded by Confucianism and Taoism all over the world for thousands of years.

"Without the authority of heaven and earth, I only hope that this master named Han Mu can use more Confucian and Taoist fighting methods." He Jing clenched his fists and whispered.

Han Mu?

Su Zizhan narrowed his eyes and looked towards the place shrouded in arrogance.

He always felt that this breath was somewhat familiar.

"Dongfangshu, watch me fight."

At this moment, Han Muye's voice came from the place in front of where the mighty energy was rising.

It's him!

Su Zizhan's eyes widened in disbelief.

This master, he had met in Xijiang, the Xijiang Sword Cultivator who was protected by Ying Yang.

It's just how long has it been since I saw this person, is this person already a master of Confucianism and Taoism?

In the world, is there really such a miraculous thing?

Slightly stunned, Su Zizhan suppressed the speculation in his heart.

With great power, the original spirit is not obscured, reincarnated and rebuilt.

This person was protected by Ying Yang at the beginning.

Could it be?

OK.

"boom--"

Ahead, the flowing clouds in the sky were completely cut open. A phantom of a soaring giant sword emerged.

Thirty thousand sword repairmen came in formation.

"Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou suppress the great fortune of heaven and earth. I, the swordsman, repair the way of heaven with the way of swordsmanship, and cultivate myself with the way of swordsmanship. There will be no turning back."

"My generation of sword cultivators, the sword is with the people, and the sword is dead and the people are dead."

"Hongcheng Sword Sect, the world of mortals has risen in an formation, and it has been rampant in the northwest of Zhongzhou for 30,000 years. Today, the master is invited to break the formation."

Master of Kendo, competing with Confucian and Taoist masters!

The sky and the earth are mighty, and the sound spreads thousands of miles. At this moment, in Jinchuan City, countless people flew thousands of miles away.

On the Jinchuan River, a hundred-foot fairy boat soared into the sky.

"Sister, is that guy really a master of Confucianism and Taoism?"

On the top floor of the fairy boat, Princess Yundu spoke in a low voice with a curious expression on her face.

Princess Yunjin didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

No wonder you can make such poems, no wonder you can make casual comments, which make people suddenly enlightened.

guru.

The person who spent the night alone with him was actually a master of Confucianism and Taoism!

If I had known this guy was a Confucian and Taoist master, why would I want to...

"Sister, tell me, can a master of Confucianism and Taoism defeat 30,000 sword cultivators?" Yun Duan looked nervously at Princess Yunjin, who was biting her lips and clenching her fists.

My sister seems to care a lot.

That wet, is it true?

A master of Confucianism and Taoism has the power of heaven and earth in his hands, even 300,000 sword cultivators can be destroyed with a wave of his hand.

But there is no authority in hand, then, the result...

Yun Jin knew that she couldn't win.

"Break the formation?"

"Sword repair?"

In Han Muye's voice, there was a mighty power that induced the power of heaven and earth to turmoil.

A phantom in a green robe condensed above his head.

Out of body!

The folding fan in the palm of the out-of-body soul unfolded, and with a light move, Han Muye's body fell into the picture of mountains and rivers.

In the picture of mountains and rivers, purple clouds are floating, almost endless.

He raised his hand, and the folding fan turned into an ink pen.

"Today, Han Mu of Bailushan Academy is here to open a way to reach the sky for Confucianism cultivators all over the world!"

Open up the heavenly avenue for Confucianism cultivators all over the world!

As soon as this statement came out, the world was shocked!

Who dares to say such a bold word?

Whether it is Dongfangshu or Su Zizhan, the countless practitioners from Jinchuan, whether they are Confucianism cultivators, spiritual cultivators, or demon cultivators, all stared wide-eyed, staring at the ink pen in their hands. Han Muye.

What kind of method can be called the heaven-reaching avenue of Confucianism cultivators in the world?

"Om—"

There was a tremor, and under the ink pen, there was a sword chant.

A line of golden text broke through the void, and the halo flowed.

"The sword, sharpened, sharpened—"

Su Zizhan groaned, trembling all over.

A cold sword intent burst out from the poem!

This poem has sword intent!

"Is this poetry, or is it a sword?"

"Poetry as sword, or sword as poetry?"

Countless practitioners exclaimed.

Those Confucian and Taoist practitioners frowned as they looked at the golden words in the sky.

Based on this sentence, dare to say that the Dao Tongtian was opened?

Just when an idea came up, words appeared in Han Muye's pen.

"Plum blossom from the bitter cold."

The first sentence sharpens the sword and prepares for battle, and the second sentence uses plums to describe people!

Confucianism cultivators in the world, who doesn't study hard in the cold window?

The plum blossoms are proud of the snow, and the ambition in the heart is firm but not falling.

With this ambition, forge ahead and sharpen your sword!

There is Ao Mei in the heart, and the sword in the hand!

Gentleman, walk with a sword!

At this moment, in the void, a phantom in white appeared.

The figure was illusory, one could only see the appearance of a Confucian scholar in a white robe with long sleeves, a jade crown and a scarf, and a sword hanging around his waist.

The Confucian scholar stepped forward with a single step, the sword light lingered behind him, and the golden arrogance turned into a battle armor.

"The yellow sand wears the golden armor in a hundred battles——"

The long sword in the Confucian scholar's hand was out of its sheath, and the sword light was so bright that even hundreds of miles away, it also made people feel chills.

"After ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade. If I show you to the king today, who will be unfair."

With the long sword in hand, the Confucian scholar stepped into the sword array.

Accompanying him are thousands of sword lights, soaring into the sky.

Use grandeur as a sword!

At this moment, the grand energy surged uncontrollably from countless Confucianism cultivators.

A long sword with a handle appeared in mid-air.

"Reading on the knees, killing people in front of the battle, it turns out that this is the true appearance of Confucianism and Taoism!" Someone shouted, raising his hand to hold the long sword on his head.

"Using poetry as a sword is really the way for me to practice Confucianism and Taoism?" Su Zizhan whispered in his mouth, turned his head, and looked at the countless sword lights behind him.

There, there are white-headed children, scholars in green robes, juren in white shirts, and Jinshi officers who hold a golden seal in their hands and are in charge of one side.

At this moment, all of them had swords in their hands.

Books and swords, why should they be so clearly distinguished?

Are you afraid that the hand holding the sword will become cocooned, and you will not be able to lift the ink pen?

"If this method of using poetry as a sword is successful, Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the world will no longer have to beg hard to become a non-commissioned officer. After decades of hard work, nothing will be achieved." Below, on the fairy boat, Princess Yunjin clenched his palms and trembled. Open your mouth.

"Is he crazy?" He Jing stared wide-eyed, looking at the phantom of the Confucian scholar who had entered the sword formation: "If you compete with Wen for Confucianism and Dao luck, aren't you afraid of being suppressed by the Imperial City Academy?"

Hearing his words, Su Zizhan shook his head: "Who is Wen Xiang? How could he just—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the front.

There, Han Muye came out of his body and waved his hands.

Countless golden characters and purple eyes condensed into one!

"Raise your head to the northwest floating clouds, and rely on the sky for thousands of miles to have a long sword."

"To kill a person in ten steps, you will not stay behind for a thousand miles. When the matter is over, brush off your clothes and hide your body and name."

"The sword is as dark as water, reddish and wet with remaining blood."

"Go to the sky with your sword in the morning, and return drunk with the whip in the evening."

"With a three-foot Longquan sword in hand, I will never stop beheading evildoers."

"Sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and the light of a sword chills nineteen continents."

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