Lu Xiu parked the carriage under the leafy willow tree.
At the right time, the sky is clear, the air is clear, and the wind is gentle and gentle.
"Miss Yu, I have ordered someone to wait here for a long time. She will take you to the Lu family to live in Fengzhou Villa."
Fengzhou was about two or three days' journey from Xicheng, not too far or too close. Originally, Lu Xiu had planned to give that other courtyard to the Xingxiu Sect as a base so that he could contribute to the organization.
Speaking of which, although the Lu family was well-known for advocating Buddhism and cultivating Confucianism, Zhao Ruyu did not recommend him. In Southern Wu, where the sons of wealthy families occupied important positions, he had no place in such a popular position as a foreign minister of the Ministry of Industry.
Zhao Ruyu was very optimistic about Lu Xiu. After joining the Xingxiu Sect, Lu Xiu worked diligently and tried every means to succeed in his assignments. This was the Jiaomu Jiao who ranked among the twenty-eight constellations.
Yubainiang got off the carriage and looked back at the majestic Kaixi City. The prosperity and wealth she had enjoyed in recent years seemed like a dream and seemed particularly unreal.
"Master Lu, please tell me something when you meet Mr. Shen," she begged.
Lu Xiu nodded, "What are you talking about?"
"Please Mr. Lu, tell Mr. Shen the location of his villa. I promised him that I will keep it in this lifetime."
"Haha... Miss Yu, what's the matter with me... I might as well explain to you that Shen Li's identity is extremely important. Being involved with him will inevitably lead to karma. Has Miss Yu thought about it?"
Yubainiang said gently but firmly: "A gentleman still has a promise worth a thousand gold. Although I am a daughter, the promise I make is like a mighty river flowing into the sea. I will definitely keep it."
As if he had gotten to know her again, Lu Xiu responded: "I would rather demolish ten temples than destroy a single relationship. That's fine. When I see Shen Li, I will definitely tell him."
"Thank you Mr. Lu."
Yubainiang walked a few steps, looked at the waiting carriage, and asked, "Is Chen Liuyao really alive?"
"..." Lu Xiu sighed, "The chance of survival does exist."
Without mentioning anything else, Yu Bainiang boarded the carriage, and the middle-aged strong woman leading the horse and whip bowed to Lu Xiu, pulled the reins, and headed for Fengzhou.
Lu Xiu untied the rope that bound the fast horse, got on his horse, and hurried towards the riverside.
Zhao Ruyu had said before that he did not need to participate in the final battle, it would be enough to just wait for it to happen and sit in the important position of Doctor of the Household Department.
But he also wanted to see from a distance to see if there was anything he could do to help.
Although Lu Xiu's own cultivation is not among the best in the sect, the Confucian techniques he practices are also remarkable.
Martial law began in Kaixi City, and soldiers guarded the city gates to prevent unauthorized entry and exit.
After walking around the city wall for a while, I saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar standing at the head of the boat, waving a folding fan and going down the water.
As if aware of him, the middle-aged Confucian scholar turned his head and glanced at him, and chuckled: "As a Confucian qi practitioner, I have a murderous aura, and I am ashamed but not ashamed? Have I learned the teachings of the saint from dogs?"
Although they were far apart, the words of the Confucian scholar reached Lu Xiu's ears clearly.
Zhao Ruyu also saw that the new leaves on the branches seemed to have been accidentally blown by the wind and floated to the river, blocking the boat.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked back and looked at Zhao Ruyu, "Everyone knows that there is a Mr. Zhao in Kaixi City who has great plans. Now that I see him, he does have a somewhat masterful demeanor."
The boat stops.
Without giving Zhao Ruyu a chance to speak, the middle-aged Confucian scholar thought to himself and said: "The so-called light boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains and is coming down the river in order to prevent the world from falling into chaos and constant war. Zhao Ruyu, you are so ambitious! I want to disrupt this world, but I don’t agree.”
The middle-aged Confucian scholar standing proudly at the head of the boat put away his folding fan and casually picked up the sword placed on the boat.
Seeing that he had to fight, Zhao Ruyu asked, "The world has been in conflict for more than a hundred years. Is this what you want to see?"
"The Three Kingdoms gradually stopped talking about weapons and weapons. Why would Mr. Zhao bother to make the people miserable and leave their families separated?"
"Ten years of chaos and hundreds of years of stability, isn't this the right principle?" Zhao Ruyu asked.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar replied: "Don't look at ten years from now, just talk about the present. I will not allow you monsters to cause harm to the people!"
Zhao Ruyu sighed and opened the book he carried with him.
The surroundings were changing, and the two of them seemed to be in a picture scroll.
The mountains and rivers are green and lush, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. From time to time, they chirp crisply, which is refreshing and makes a heavy heart feel cheerful.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked around. There was no boat under his feet. He was clearly standing on the green grass.
The air is extremely fresh and the scenery is extremely beautiful. It seems that you have arrived in the paradise of cave heaven and lotus wonderland.
"In "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", Mr. Zhao really has amazing means and generosity."
The scroll stretches infinitely, and like a brush stroke, mountains appear one after another.
The Way is to look up to the high mountains. For Confucian Qi practitioners, mountains are not only visible scenery, but also one of the foundations of practice.
Ten thousand people and common people, mountains and rivers in foreign lands, wind and moon in the same sky...
They are all wonderful doors for Confucian Qi practitioners.
What Zhao Ruyu focuses on is the mountains in front of him, the rivers and lakes beside him, the vegetation that grows in spring and withers in autumn, and the lingering chirping of birds...
The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed from the bottom of his heart: "It turns out that Mr. Zhao's way to enlightenment is to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. When you see everything, you should close your mind and take it out to wash it clean when you realize enlightenment. It is expected that you will become a Confucian sage." realm."
Each of the nine grades of Confucianism has its own name, and the Confucian sage in the mouth of Confucian scholars is just above the first grade sub-sage.
He leisurely handed out a sword.
Confucianism also has a great way to practice swordsmanship. It is said that a gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to move. The "royal" among the six arts of the gentleman, in addition to driving a chariot, has also evolved into driving a sword.
Confucian swordsmen are also called gentleman swordsmen in the world.
The sword energy is like a spring breeze, but it contains murderous intent.
This is called courtesy first and then attack.
A sword looks like a shooting star, the colorful light shines, it is really beautiful.
Only Zhao Ruyu knew the horror contained in this sword.
No matter whether it is a fourth-grade Vajra or a third-grade Chaolu, there is no luck in facing this sword.
Ink drops suddenly fell in front of him.
Mountains rise from the ground.
The sword energy was flowing vertically and horizontally, and the mountain was split into stones, unable to resist the sword at all.
In the Confucian classic of filial piety, there is a story about chopping down a mountain to save his mother.
When a middle-aged Confucian scholar encounters a mountain and splits it, he is in compliance with the core principle of filial piety, and his power is endless, as if it is beyond human power.
Zhao Ruyu flipped through a page of paper.
The heaven and earth trembled.
The indestructible sword energy suddenly found the wrong direction, slashed to another place, and then disappeared without a trace.
"What a great map of the country. It's my first time to encounter such a big trick. I really don't have enough experience. I won't do it again."
If the previous step was to spread out the picture, then now it is to put the picture away.
The heaven and earth, mountains, rivers, old trees, etc. slowly disappeared.
Not long.
Only Zhao Ruyu and him were left within a radius of ten miles.
He raised his sword again.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar followed him.
Now that the greetings have been given, all that's left is to add the axe.
Zhao Ruyu retreated again and again, avoiding his sharp edge and turning the page.
Without a trace from where he was.
The sword energy slashed through the air.
It is impossible to talk about the remaining killing moves of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
"Weird."
The picture scroll stretches again.
Countless beautiful scenery came into view again one by one.
Not far ahead, the mountains are slowly solidifying.
Zhao Ruyu stood on the top of the mountain and asked, "Do you want to continue fighting?"
"You can't do anything to me, and I can't do anything to you, why don't we each take a step back?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar tried to ask.
Zhao Ruyu shook his head: "That's wrong. I just don't want to kill you."
"It's a joke, you and I are both second-grade Ming Si. Confucianism has taken a huge advantage in the Ming Si realm. It's as difficult as climbing to the sky to tell the difference. How come you don't want to kill me when it comes to your mouth?"
"Don't believe it?" Zhao Ruyu asked sincerely.
The Confucian scholar smiled and said, "I don't believe it."
Zhao Ruyu closed the book and walked steadily down the mountain step by step.
With every step you take, the scenery here becomes more and more realistic.
How can a middle-aged Confucian scholar sit back and wait for death?
He came forward with his sword in hand.
As they walked farther and farther, even Zhao Ruyu's figure was almost invisible.
Release the long sword and control the sword with Qi.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar jumped up and stood on the sword, looking for Zhao Ruyu in front of the dew.
The vast world, wherever you look, is full of mountains and rolling rivers.
How could he be found in such a vast expanse?
Is patrolling around.
The mountains soared into the sky, and the rivers seemed to turn into dragons, attacking from countless directions.
The Confucian scholar roared loudly, and the majestic sword energy exploded mountains and rivers into pieces.
However, the mountains are endless and the dragons in the shape of dragons are countless.
Even if he has a thousand equal strength, he will definitely be exhausted at the moment when he is exhausted like this.
"I believe it." With no other choice, the middle-aged Confucian scholar abandoned his sword and admitted defeat.
As soon as the words fell.
The mountains and rivers are like spring breeze and drizzle. The terror before can no longer be felt in an instant, and they have become treasures that nourish the body and mind.
Zhao Ruyu put away his Confucian magical powers.
It was still that river, and he was standing on the water.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar stands at the head of the boat.
The water is calm.
The cargo ship came from upstream, and the boatman shouted in dialect.
Zhao Zhiqing came from the lower reaches, looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar who had admitted defeat, shook his head and returned.
Qin Zhen said loudly: "The great tricks of these two gentlemen really opened my eyes."
After saying that, he followed Zhao Zhiqing back to where he was.
This section of the river is not a critical place. Zhao Zhiqing has already set up fishing nets where the Eight Heavenly Dragons have matured.
Zhao Zhiqing glanced at Qin Zhen on the other side and advised: "Shilang Qin, you and I are both officials of the court and the supreme confidant, why bother coming here?"
Qin Zhen wanted to understand one thing and replied seriously: "You and I have different wishes. We can hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening. As long as we can make the northern expedition, I am willing to die on the battlefield and be wrapped in horse leather."
"Joke! How many times have I told you, with a slight touch of upper and lower lips, it seems that everything in the world is easy, but in fact it is difficult. If you are not careful, it doesn't matter whether you die or not. You will regret it if you let Nanwu sink. It’s too late and it’s a mistake!”
Qin Zhen looked at Zhao Zhiqing's expression and sneered: "Mr. Zhao once said something to me. At that time, I thought it was degrading, but now I completely agree with it."
“Many things in the world are only as bad as safety!!”
Zhao Zhiqing waved his sleeves and said angrily: "A chicken talks to a duck and plays the harp to an ox. Even if I kill you, it won't be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
They both shut up.
Lu Xiu's feelings were deeper than Qin Zhen's. He himself was a Confucian qigong practitioner. Once he watched the battle between Confucian masters with great supernatural powers, he suddenly understood things that were unknown in the past, like snow falling into a red furnace.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled foolishly at Zhao Ru: "Is he one of yours?"
Naturally, he was referring to Lu Xiu.
Zhao Ruyu responded: "Lu Xiu, a member of the Ministry of Industry, is a late bloomer and is the hope of our Confucian school in the future."
"Haha..." The Confucian scholar didn't care about the defeat at all and laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, Lu Xiu is an easy man. Why don't I give him another chance?!"
