It was not until many years later that Lord Wu, who controlled Tiandu, realized that his friend had not told him everything back then.
Although that profound formula was not Confucianism, it was far more precious than Confucianism. Then, his friend passed it on to him casually, as if he didn't take it to heart at all.
Penetrating into his body was the red hexagonal crystal pillar, which was used to assist in the rapid development of mental techniques. It was so miraculous that it could save several days of hard work.
After solving the physical problem, his cultivation progressed rapidly, but in just a few years, the outcome between the two began to reverse.
Later, he never lost. It was not until he knew everything that Tiandu Wujun realized that his friend had chosen to help him, but his progress had been hindered because of it.
With their qualifications, the gap of hundreds of years may take them a lifetime to catch up.
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Xia Chenglin doesn't know what the future will bring, and he doesn't care. At this time, he just wants to win over his friends.
After all, even though my friend was a casual cultivator, he was as proud as anyone else. With such talent, he could go further, but he shouldn't stop here.
Since the two met, he has been thinking about how he could help each other without affecting their friendship.
This time, it was a chance meeting that fulfilled his wish.
Xia Chenglin believed that he could complete the Blood Sky even without the assistance of crystal pillars.
Seeing his friend say this, Luo Hou did not continue to ask. In his opinion, it would be better if friends kept things simple:
"Speaking of which, you cut me off again today..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Xia Chenglin say, "It's easy to talk about this. I can still afford to pay for a good knife, but before that, you have to smooth your body. I won't talk to Feng Qing about what happened during the day. "
Although, the sword actually couldn't withstand Luo Hou's power and was forcibly broken.
After all, his body is very domineering, but he uses a long sword. On weekdays, it's fine. Ordinary monsters can kill a large area with one move, but when fighting against an expert, it's not enough.
"Um."
Seeing his friend's serious look, Luo Hou didn't say anything and started meditating on the couch.
After confirming that he was fine, Xia Chenglin didn't stop any longer. He also had other things to deal with.
In addition, with his friend's personality, he was okay before he woke up. Now that he has woken up, he must not be happy for him to waste time here.
Of course, the greater possibility is that it actually means losing face.
Don't ask him why he knows it. Ask him because he grew up on the ancient Defeng Road and has rich experience in this area.
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While Xia Chenglin and Yu Lijing were fighting in the Western Wulin, the originator in the Central Plains was also not idle.
After all, there are too many things that need to be arranged in advance before stepping down.
In the Palace of Cuixin...
In front of the bookcase that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, only two figures were seen sitting quietly, each busy.
One is wearing a black Confucian shirt, embroidered with gold patterns, and a jade crown tying up his fiery red hair. The golden boy is so deep that no one can tell the depth.
One is dressed in white with aqua-blue smoke in between. She has a misty hair and long snow-like hair pouring down. The bun is decorated with a few hairpins, showing her elegance.
As the last dossier was finished, Lin Chongyang hung the brush back on the pen holder, stood up and stretched his muscles:
"Except for what I have already solved, almost all the things that Chenglin needs to take over after he takes over are here."
Stacks of books and files were placed neatly next to the bookcases. This was the result of his return from West Wulin.
With the help of people around him, it took only a few months to organize and re-edit all the affairs since he took over.
On the other side of the table, Ji Wuxia, who had just finished binding the last book, heard this and raised his hand to rub his swollen eyebrows:
"They may not be able to handle these things better than you."
Before this, she had never thought that one day she would understand him so thoroughly.
Just reading the content recorded in it is a headache, let alone describing it one by one. Even when describing it, a large number of notes and appendices will be added.
Of course, the most important thing is that these contents are one person's experience. Based on her understanding of him, some of them should be hidden.
Everything is relative. Ji Wuxia understood this very early, just like the person in front of him...
The bright sun can not only bring life, but also destruction.
But she didn't think he had done anything wrong. The invaders never cared about the people in plight, so they couldn't complain if the same thing happened to them one day.
Similarly, the invaders will not regret their actions, they will only regret their defeat.
Ji Wuxia sees these things thoroughly, and she must also see them thoroughly.
"Inheritance is necessary. If the predecessors don't get out of the way, how can the younger generations truly grow?" At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang returned to his seat.
For their lineage, the word inheritance is of great significance.
After placing the bound books properly and looking at the strictly classified files beside him, Ji Wuxia sighed: "Having said that, are you really relieved?"
If he had been at ease, he would not have made so many preparations, and would even go to great lengths to make a large number of annotations and appendices.
Even so, he still wants to pass it on, even if the younger generations who have high hopes for him will not do better than him.
Just like his answer, he is still the same him she knew:
"Naturally, it's hard to rest assured. No matter how they grow up, they are still juniors in my eyes.
There are some things that they don't need to do. If the juniors do everything, what do the seniors do? "
Lin Chongyang himself also knew that the influence of the Confucian sect was great enough in the miserable world. In foreign lands like Tianjiang and Elf World, the one who really had something to do with them was him, not the Confucian sect.
This is a blessing, but not a good thing. Lin Chongyang regards Defeng Ancient Road as his home, so he does not want everything to be related to him alone.
He even hoped that their lineage could continue to grow stronger, which he alone could not do.
If it is only strong for one generation, once it is over, it will be in ruins.
The contradictory words make people want to laugh, but they can't laugh: "So you left so many things behind?"
"This is necessary training, otherwise how will they grow? When will they be able to stand on their own?"
Leaning on the back of the seat, Lin Chongyang closed his eyes lightly and raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows to relieve the mental pressure. There was inevitably some melancholy in his tone:
"The rise and fall of a lineage, the weight involved is far from being as easy as it sounds."
Just like what he and Xia Chenglin said, when it is best to prepare to take on this responsibility, the life that originally belonged to you no longer belongs to you alone.
There are too many responsibilities that cannot be let go of, but they all need to be let go in the end.
Back then, the elders placed their hopes on him, and now he also places their hopes on the younger generations.
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