Outside the Cuixin Palace, a figure held an oil-paper umbrella and fell into a daze while listening to the sound of the piano coming from the palace.
The long ancient rhyme is low and dull, without many graceful turns, but it can make people most intuitively feel the state of mind of the person who played the music at this time.
The clear river is clear, clear on the outside and clear on the inside, but covered with a layer of dull red glow.
When you first see it, you may think of it as sunset. If you look closely, the glow is breathtaking and magnificent, reflecting the boundless killing industry and the mountains of corpses in the sea of blood.
[In view of the general environment,
Vaguely, it seemed as if the realm was being shattered, and all the spirits could be seen lying on corpses, and gods and demons were bleeding.
Immediately, history turned a page, and a bunch of fire passed down the faith, creating a peaceful and prosperous world for hundreds of years.
The sound of the sword echoed through, and a bit of clear sword light took over the past, established the present, and then reflected the future. The people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and all regrets were fulfilled, forming two extremes from what they had seen before.
Outside the Cuixin Palace, a figure holding an oil-paper umbrella was surrounded by a prototype of sword intent, which turned into a tangible manifestation of his own path.
In the long sound of the piano, it gradually takes shape and is perfected.
"The gods and ghosts of heaven and earth worship the Sword Emperor together!"
In the dark, there seems to be a prophecy echoing with the sound of the piano. If it is there or not, it is difficult to find its trace.
After calming down, the prophecy lingered in my ears again for a long time.
One hour, one day, one month, one year...
As spring passes and autumn comes, Confucian students passing by can see a figure in a white Confucian shirt holding an oil-paper umbrella standing in front of the Cuixin Hall every day.
"The sword intention has become more and more condensed. It has been ten years, right?"
In the distance, two figures passed by, one of them wearing a black Confucian shirt asked inquiringly.
The figure wearing a white Confucian shirt nodded: "Ten years."
In their eyes, ten years is not a long time, especially for innate people with advanced cultivation. A meditation practice will not be less than this time. If an idea suddenly flashes, it will not take more than a few months of thinking without sleep. Very normal.
"With his current state of advancement, ten years of hard training is far beyond his reach. It is a blessing to have this opportunity."
The two of them turned their gaze away without stopping. The figure standing in front of the Cui Xin Palace was none other than their good friend, Xian Mo Karma.
As he walked forward, Ning Yuan seemed to remember something, and then continued to ask:
"Speaking of which, Yunqian, you have accumulated enough now, do you want to try to break through?"
"It's too early to break through the realm now. If I can only achieve the Tai Chi realm, wouldn't it appear that I am too incompetent?" Ying Yunqian heard this and asked rhetorically.
The Sword Ping Club and his party allowed him to let go of the past. After he understood his thoughts, his progress could be said to be a thousand miles away.
However, he does not plan to break through now, but is preparing to continue to accumulate his own foundation, and strive to gain a solid foundation when he breaks through, and cultivate to the Taishi state in one step.
Ning Yuan chuckled and said, "Ha, are you getting ready to go to the school grounds again?"
There is a fork in the road ahead. Judging from the actions of the people next to them, it is obvious that they are on different paths.
"As for martial arts, if I don't practice Tokasora for one day, I just want to meet up with friends."
Ying Yunqian's tone was very casual. His skill was different from that of ordinary Confucian students. If he wanted to achieve higher achievements, he naturally needed to practice diligently on a daily basis. He could not slack off or lose his vigor.
"Then we'll say goodbye. I'm going to teach."
"See you."
"please."
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For ten years in the Spring and Autumn Period, Xian Mo Yu and Qi stood in front of the Cui Xin Palace, but it was as if he had never heard of it.
Not long after Ying Yunqian and Ning Yuan left, the music in the hall suddenly stopped, and the figure standing in front of the hall slowly came back to his senses from his epiphany.
When he used his Qi to sense the world, he found that ten years had passed. Xian Mo Yu felt that his young mind had been tortured by his elders.
Although, in just these ten years, his entrance has been completely different from the time he came to Cuixin Palace.
The art of pacifying chaos has now been officially introduced and has achieved some success. This is undoubtedly extremely shocking.
According to his original plan, if he chose to undergo penance, it would take at least a hundred years to reach this point.
At once……
Somewhat scary.
Xian Mo Karma was even thinking about whether his master's skills could be used as a reference when he succeeds in his cultivation in the future.
In the next moment, he quickly calmed down his turbulent emotions and buried everything he had just seen deeply in his heart, as if the scene he just saw was just an illusion that had never happened before.
A person's mentality has a huge impact on the individual.
Xian Mo Yu put away the oil-paper umbrella, and then moved his true energy to move his muscles and bones. At this moment, he felt a little uneasy because he didn't know about his uncle's past, but he had only heard some stories from his two masters and his ancestors. .
Now that we have glimpsed the tip of the iceberg, it is really shocking.
Even if he forced himself not to think about it, it would be difficult to do so.
At this time, only a cold voice was heard, slowly coming from the Cuixin Palace:
"Since you're awake, let's come in first."
When Xian Mo Cause and Effect heard the words outside the hall, he sighed in his heart and stepped into the hall.
What caught the eye was still that stunning figure, the most noble Hao Sun in the hearts of countless Confucian scholars.
Once again, he thought of the scene he had seen before. He wanted to say something but he didn't know where to start.
Lin Chongyang put away the pine wind on the eucalyptus, turned it into a seat next to the eucalyptus, and said to Xian Mo Yue:
"Come and sit first. If you have any questions, you can ask directly."
"Thank you, uncle."
After bowing and thanking him, Xian Mo Yuan went to the eucalyptus and sat down, made some notes, and then said:
"Uncle, if the world is unified, can congenital people and ordinary people get along equally?"
"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Lin Chongyang's eyes narrowed.
Zhixin and Ningyuan have taken different paths, but this kind of thing is indeed something Ningyuan can do. If his ideals can't even convince his relatives and friends, then what's the point of talking about his ideals.
Xian Mo Yiyi nodded: "I have talked about this aspect before when I was debating with Ning Yuan, but both of us have insufficient experience. No one can convince the other with theory alone."
However, his words were still relatively reserved and he did not directly sell his friend.
If Ning Yuan and his ideals were not brought about by Lin Chongyang:
"You have already made a conclusion about the great unity of the world. What you want to ask should be about Ning Yuan's ideal."
Since he couldn't hide it, Xianmo Yuanyuan simply said calmly: "Yes."
"For the vast majority of warriors and forces in the Misery Realm, even the most ferocious evil spirits are not one ten thousandth as good as Ning Yuan's ideal.
His ideal can be seen as the source of the world's war. "
Everyone can become an innate, which is tantamount to directly digging into the roots of certain forces and touching the interests of too many people. Once exposed, they will be labeled as evil heretics, and it is inevitable that everyone in the three righteous ways will be punished.
Moreover, something like this cannot be accomplished by one person.
In Xian Mo Yuan's heart, he was a little worried for his friend: "Isn't he very dangerous?"
After all, he was still too young and suffered from experience. If it were Xia Chenglin, he would definitely be able to see the key at a glance.
