"The Mysterious Chapter of Divine Confucianism" is the work of the divine Confucian Zichuan who painstakingly researched it. It combines his Tao and principles and specializes in spiritual consciousness. It is wonderful.
When someone else plays it, the power will be much different, but when he plays it himself and matches it with his own way, no one dares to underestimate it.
Zijin was also very powerful, and he had already seen through the mysteries of the Confucianism in just a few moments.
In the realm of consciousness, Zi Jin, who became a great master of the generation, waved his hand and broke through the illusion. The scene instantly changed and he came to a bamboo forest.
It is the place where Master Qiuzi taught and preached in the past.
"Junzilin."
Zijin murmured, and the illusion appeared in front of him again. He saw disciples coming and going in the gentleman's forest, talking about scriptures and Taoism, and his master Qiuzi always lectured and taught the way of a gentleman.
I saw Qiu Zi saying: "The way of a gentleman lies in benevolence, knowledge, and courage. The man who is benevolent..."
Among the disciples under the seat, Zijin was in the middle, and three senior brothers, Zichuan, Ziqian and Zihua, surrounded her, like stars holding the moon, her grace was unparalleled.
At that time, she still looked like the girl she is now, and the three senior brothers were also in their prime years.
Zijin said: "We are all gone. You have all changed and become old. Only I will remain young forever, just like before."
As she spoke, a finger of sword energy ruthlessly penetrated Qiuzi, and the illusion was shattered again. She opened her eyes and saw Zichuan playing the sacred harp in front of her, with the sound of waves in her ears. Zihua was beside her, eyes closed, still immersed in the fantasy and unable to extricate himself.
Zi Jin smiled and said: "It's a good song, senior brother. It's a pity that it ends here."
I saw her pulling out her green silk sword and stabbing Shen Ruzichuan with one sword. Her moves were mediocre, like a beginner's. She couldn't tell how subtle they were, but it was even harder to guard against.
Zichuan, on the other hand, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he didn't notice the danger coming and was immersing himself in the piano.
At the critical moment, the green silk sword was only the slightest distance from Zichuan's door, but Zijin stopped himself, not out of nostalgia, but because he sensed something was wrong.
She was surprised and happy and said: "No, no, I'm still in the illusion. What a senior brother, you amaze me."
I saw her green silk sword pointing at the sky, the sword energy rising into the sky, and the sky suddenly cracked, revealing a gap. Zi Jin cut himself with a sword, split his soul into two parts, and one part came out of the gap.
Facing Zichuan opened his eyes and said proudly: "Qingqing, in this state of consciousness, do you want to defeat me with half of your soul?"
"If you don't try it, how will you know it's not possible?"
There was a two-person battle in the Realm of Consciousness, but outside the Realm of Consciousness, in the real world, applause suddenly rang out: "Pah, pah, pah..."
Half of Zijin's soul took over the physical body and said: "Not bad, not bad, what a beautiful song, I am very happy. So, senior brother, are you ready to take my sword?"
She pulled out her green silk sword again and stabbed Shenru Zichuan. Zichuan closed his eyes and played "Shen Confucian Mysterious Chapter" affectionately. The tune was sometimes soothing and sometimes exciting, making people completely immersed in his rhythm.
He is worthy of being a master of Qin Dao and can be considered as a master.
When the crisis comes, this time, Zijin will not stop, life and death are only in a moment.
Yue Guan Shan, who was watching the battle from a distance, watched nervously, with his true energy gathering in his palms, ready to rescue at any time.
Ziqian looked calm, watching everything happen from a distance, feeling confused.
At the moment of crisis, he suddenly saw a fan blocking the green silk sword. Zijin knew who it was without turning around.
She asked: "What's the name of this song?"
""The Mysterious Chapter of Divine Confucianism""
"I remember it. It's the most beautiful piece of music I've ever heard."
She said, turning back to fight Zihua.
Zihua, Zihua, who was controlled by the Confucian Xuanzhang, got rid of the selfish desires of the human heart, restored rational perception, and fought against Zijin for a while.
He advised: "Little junior sister, Qingqing, stop it and give up your unrealistic fantasies. We senior brothers will start over and laugh together."
"Fantasy? Oh, your thoughts are still fantasy after all."
After a few more moves, Zijin showed off his power with the green silk sword, and Zihua gradually fell into defeat.
The blue silk sword is green in color. Zi Jin took his own three thousand green silk silk and condensed it into a sword. She was born with a sword bone, and the black hair made the sword even more powerful.
The green silk sword has two forms. One is the Three Thousand Sword. The sword is sharp and continuous. Three thousand are transformed into one, the force is heavy and the power is heavy, and the skill is not great.
Zi Jin made another sword move, and the green silk sword turned into three thousand and struck Zi Hua. Zihua was helpless and could only barely protect the important parts of his body. The rest of his body was scratched by the sword energy, bleeding profusely, and he fell to the ground seriously injured.
Zijin pointed his sword at Zichuan, and just as he was about to make a move, his body suddenly shook, and the other half of his soul returned to his physical body, suffering extremely serious injuries.
Facing Zichuan opened his eyes at the same time and said: "Little junior sister, you are too arrogant."
He already had the home field advantage and was proficient in this skill. How could he lose against half of Zijin's soul in the realm of consciousness? In the end, he almost defeated him. At the same time, his own soul also suffered a serious sword injury. It can be seen that Zi Jin can make him strong,
The soul was injured and the real energy was consumed. Zichuan stopped playing the piano and could no longer play.
When the sacred chapter of the Confucian Confucianism stopped, Zihua himself suddenly woke up from the illusion, and his rational perception faded. Just now, he had experienced the same illusion more than a hundred times, and his state of mind had changed unconsciously.
"Little junior sister, hey..."
He suddenly realized that the love for his junior sister was no longer with him, and Zihua felt empty, empty and lost inside, with a twilight look on his face.
Zijin replied: "Senior brother, after saying so much, you are still going to lose."
"That's not necessarily the case."
In the distance, Yue Guan Shan saw that the time had come and stepped forward, but saw Ziqian blocking the way.
He said: "Little friends, please don't intrude into the battle between these two people."
Zichuan hasn't introduced them to him yet.
Yue Guan Shan replied: "Why?"
"Both of them are peerless masters, you can't stop them. Besides, this is a battle agreed between the two of them, so it's not easy for others to interfere."
Yue Guan Shan smiled and looked at him. Looking at his face, his face was deep and dark, and he sighed. What a mess. In the end, it was just a dream.
Yue Guan Shan moved quickly and passed him in a blink of an eye, standing in the middle of the battlefield.
Zi Qian thought to himself: Such a high level of cultivation, what a variable.
Zi Jin said: "Huh? Who are you?"
Yue Guan Shan said: "A disciple of the junior divine Confucian Zichuan has met Master Zijin."
"The boy is very good. Senior brother, you have a good vision. Do you want to take over your master's place in the battle?"
Yue Guanshan replied: "Sister-in-law is the elder, and the younger generation dare not make any mistakes. Both sides have been seriously injured in the military battle. How about discussing it in a civil war?"
"About what?"
"Master aunt is good at swordsmanship, let's talk about swords."
"What is a sword?"
Yue Guan Shan thought carefully: "If I am the sword and you are the sword, then there will be no one in the world who knows the art of swordsmanship."
Zi Jin smiled and said: "Since I am a sword, how dare you stand side by side with me?"
"I understand the way of swordsmanship. Everything is a sword. The seven emotions and six desires are swords. There is a sword in the way, but the sword is not the way. With this understanding, it can be called a sword."
Zi Jin pondered and asked: "Yes. How can love be used as a sword?"
She has been trapped by love all her life, and it is impossible to understand or detect.
"Senior Sister wants to kill the world with her sword, but it is a ruthless sword, right?"
"right."
"Sister-in-law is in love with one person, so this sword is a sentimental sword, right?"
Zijin thought silently: "Yes."
Yue Guan Shandao: "May I ask Master Sister, is the sword in your hand sentimental or ruthless?"
Love? ruthless? This is a difficult question.
Zijin's soul was injured, and he immediately fell into the trap of Yueguan Mountain's words. He kept muttering on his lips: affectionate, ruthless.
In fact, it is difficult to define what is sentimental and what is ruthless. How can one make a clear distinction?
At this moment, the situation in Junzilin appeared in her mind, and she grabbed Yueguan Mountain and jumped away.
Yue Guan Shan did not dare to move. The green silk sword was spinning around in front of him, and he could feel the sharp edge on the sword.
After Zijin left, Zihua stood up tremblingly and said, "Oh, it's so sad."
He laughed at himself that he was both pathetic and deplorable. He had been confused for half his life, and now he finally woke up. He turned around and walked towards the seaside. With a long roar, a whale appeared, followed by a small one.
Zihua flew onto its back and rolled away into the sea.
Zi Qian walked up to Zi Chuan and said, "Senior brother, let me heal your injuries."
Zichuan waved his hand to stop and said: "What I hurt is my soul, no need, just leave."
He waved his sleeves, put away the sacred musical instrument, and staggered away from the coast of the East China Sea.
Zi Qian looked at his senior brother's retreating figure and sighed helplessly.
Shenru Zichuan left the coast of the East China Sea and walked on the wilderness. He lamented the fate of his brothers and sisters and walked forward silently.
Suddenly, an arrow came across the sky and shot towards Zichuan. Zichuan hurriedly avoided it and shouted sharply:
"who is it?"
