Zhao Ruyu nodded in agreement: "Lu Xiu does have the potential to practice the gentleman's sword."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar waved to Lu Xiu.
Since Mr. Zhao was there, Lu Xiu rode his horse to the riverside.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "Confucian Qi practitioners practice swordsmanship, focusing on repaying grievances directly. They are not like pure swordsmen who are full of murderous intent. It seems that without murderous intent, they are not swordsmen. Look at your Qi skills, you are also a person who has no regard for the world. I am very satisfied, Master. Let’s continue with this sword. If you have nothing to do, practice it. It’s good to keep fit if you don’t have time to practice.”
He threw an air sword to Lu Xiu. As soon as the sword appeared, the master's voice reciting Confucian classics was heard.
Lu Xiu took it respectfully, and the Qi Sword slowly integrated into his body.
Zhao Ruyu sighed: "With such an opportunity, if Lu Xiu succeeds in the future, it will be a good story. Thank you, sir?"
Lu Xiu came to his senses and quickly thanked him. He didn't know the name of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, so he was stunned for a moment.
Confucian Qi practitioners never like to practice behind closed doors. Only by reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles can they vent their Qi. Those who stay at home and memorize by rote have always been the most despised by great Confucianists.
Seeing Lu Xiu's embarrassment, the middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and said, "My surname is Qiao."
Lu Xiu quickly saluted: "Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for giving me the sword. I will study hard and never let you down."
"Haha... It doesn't have to be like this, it doesn't have to be like this. I saw that you have some talent in learning Junzi Sword, and I suddenly wanted to teach you. You haven't entered my door yet, so you don't need to follow the tricks of corrupt Confucianism."
"Students obey."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar waved his hand, indicating that Lu Xiu could leave.
After paying homage to the Confucian scholar, he bowed respectfully to Zhao Ruyu and then rode his horse downstream of Dadu.
Zhao Ruyu asked: "There is something I am curious about."
"Mr. Zhao wants to ask who invited me here?"
A second-grade Confucian sage is rare in the world. It is impossible for him to become interested in the Eight Heavenly Dragons without any reason.
"Exactly."
"The envoy of the Privy Council of Nanwu."
Zhao Ruyu suddenly laughed: "I wonder why Gu Yan can sit still and turn a deaf ear to the big and small things happening in Kaixi City. It turns out that this is the moment he has been waiting for."
"Privilege Gu thought I could defeat you." The Confucian scholar's face became embarrassed, "Who would have expected that the world-famous Mr. Zhao of Kaixi City would not only be good at academics, but also possess earth-shattering Confucian supernatural powers.
Thousands of Miles of Mountains and Rivers, among the several second-grade sages in the world, perhaps only you, Zhao Ruyu, can display it. It shows that you really have the world in your heart, and the purpose of studying is to unify the world and make it perfect. "
The reading background of a middle-aged Confucian scholar can also be seen in his words, deeds, and sword skills.
He studies for the sake of the people, and does not want them to suffer hardships in prosperity or death.
Zhao Ruyu looked at the Confucian scholar he met for the first time and asked tentatively: "The world is so peaceful that we can live and work in peace and contentment. Why don't you and I work together to try?"
The Confucian scholar laughed loudly: "It's not impossible, but you need to tell me first, what do you want to do with the Eight Heavenly Dragons?"
He held out four fingers: "Grow good luck."
The Confucian scholar was completely shocked and asked urgently: "In the world for three hundred years, all countries have raised the golden dragon of national luck. Can another golden dragon be created?"
"It all depends on human effort." Zhao Ruyu said firmly.
Invite him to board the boat, and the two go boating in Dadu.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar clasped his fists and said: "Since we meet by chance, we should treat each other as rivers and lakes."
Zhao Ruyu also cupped his fists and bowed, and asked: "Sir, your surname is Qiao, what is your name? I have heard about other second-grade scholars, but I don't know anything about you."
"Ha, my name is Qiao Baisu. I am not from the Central Plains. I come from the Western Regions."
"Oh? Confucian scholars from the Western Regions, no wonder Mr. Qiao's knowledge is quite complex." Zhao Ruyu said.
When Confucian Qi practitioners fight against each other, one can also detect the cultural context from their respective moves.
"Living in the Western Regions, studying all the way, and seeing too many injustices, I came up with the idea of studying for the people. Over the years, I persisted and it became the foundation for me to rise to the rank of commander. Alas, it is really ridiculous. I really study for the people, not I will just sit back and watch the people all over the world struggle to survive without doing anything." Qiao Baisu said with shame.
Zhao Ruyu replied solemnly: "If you want the people to have a happy life and have a harmonious family, the fundamental thing is whether the world can be unified. If there is no unification, there will always be times when countries are at war. If you do nothing, you will not stop, so that the mountains and rivers will not be divided." North and South can solve the problem at its root."
"I dare to ask Mr. Zhao, is it for Southern Wu or Northern Sui?"
"Nothing."
"Could it be that sir wants to rebuild mountains and rivers?"
Zhao Ruyu did not reply.
Qiao Baisu smiled, knowing that this matter was Zhao Ruyu's fundamental purpose: "I can't control the Eight Heavenly Dragons. I finally came here and saw how many surprises there are in this battle from the shore."
"I have a student who might suit your taste?"
"Not Lu Xiu?"
"No, his name is Shen Li. He was born with the body of a diamond, a dragon, and an elephant. His poetic talent is unparalleled in ancient times. He composed a poem in seven steps at Zuichun Tower in Kaixi City. I will recite it for you."
"Okay, I'm all ears."
Recited "Qing Ping Diao, Clouds Think of Clothes, Flowers Think of Face" "composed" by Shen Li to Qiao Baisu.
"how?"
Qiao Baisu was stunned. He stayed like this for a long time, and then he asked urgently: "Where is this person? Where is Shen Li?"
Zhao Ruyu shook his head: "He is nearby. Unfortunately, he will not die soon."
"He was born with the body of a diamond, dragon, and elephant. He has immense strength and amazing physical recovery. How could he not live long enough? Could it be that he has done something evil that is harmful to nature?"
"If this makes things simple, this boy is so amazing and talented that he is jealous of the heavens. He will only have two years left to live."
Qiao Baisu was astonished, never expecting that the Vajra Dragon Elephant who wrote such a sensational poem would be defeated by Tian Envy.
"While going down the river, I passed a cargo ship and heard from the boatman that Woxia Temple was going to hold a Buddha birthday party. The prize was Xianglu Pills. Xianglu Pills have the magical effect of human flesh and bones. I wonder if Xianglu Pills have any effect. ?Can you save his life?"
Zhao Ruyu hesitated to speak, but still said: "To be honest with Mr. Qiao, I have inquired about this matter in every possible way. I have asked several eminent monks, and they all told me that it is best not to have expectations. If Xianglu Pill is even close to the end of its life, How can Woxia Temple be used as a bonus for the Buddha's birthday event?"
"It never hurts to give it a try."
"Yes, after this incident, I arranged for Shen Li to go to Nanwu Crown Prince and his party to get Xianglu Pills from Woxia Temple."
"Mr. Zhao, there are people around Prince Nan Wu?" Qiao Baisu looked at him deeply.
Such ability to win the Eight Heavenly Dragons is really convincing.
"Mr. Qiao thought wrongly. I have no one around the prince." Zhao Ruyu replied truthfully.
These words surprised Qiao Baisu even more: "Is the Prince of Nanwu yours?!!"
Zhao Ruyu pointed to Kaixi City and asked, "Without internal response, how could the Xingxiu Cult Master find that first-grade Bodhisattva and hold him back?"
Qiao Baisu was impressed: "Mr. Zhao is very resourceful and Gu Yan did not lose unfairly."
"Gu Yan wants to defeat ten chessmen at once. Let me wait until the fight is almost done, and then ask you to join the game to settle the matter. Unfortunately, Mr. Gu thought wrong at the beginning. I have countless chess pieces on the chessboard. Even if it is I am also a chess piece." He looked at Qiao Baisu, "The purpose of my chess piece is to make masters like Mr. Qiao, who think they are oriole, watch the battle honestly and don't have to think about fighting for the eight pieces. Tianlong."
Qiao Baisu was silent.
In every aspect, Zhao Ruyu planned extremely concretely.
"I'm not afraid to tell you, keep four of them, and give the remaining four Heavenly Dragons to others."
"Where is the boy who raises the Eight Heavenly Dragons?"
Zhao Ruyu sighed heavily: "Shen Li gave up his life to let him live."
"I really can't wait, let's meet this wizard now."
The light boat on Dadu is like a huge rock rolling from the top of the mountain, and it goes straight down quickly.
After Shen Li finished sealing the Eight Heavenly Dragons, he collapsed on the ground and stared at Chen Liuyao.
Chen Liuyao's current state is very strange. It is said that his life is over, and a particularly abundant vitality is brewing in his internal organs. It is said that he is not dead, but the vitality in his body is trapped in a corner, and life and death cannot cover his whole body like a normal person.
The legend of the living dead has been circulating in the world in recent years.
Suddenly one day, a large number of living dead appeared in a state in the Northern Sui Dynasty. This group of monsters came from nowhere and were invulnerable and powerful. Within a few days, the people of the two counties were disturbed and suffered heavy casualties. When the court of the Northern Sui Dynasty heard about it, they hurriedly asked Tongque to Taiwan experts went to deal with it.
The strange thing is that when the masters of Tongquetai arrived at the two counties where the rebellion was taking place, the group of living dead were nowhere to be seen. Not to mention that there was not a single living dead left to deal with, even the corpses of the murdered people were gone.
The water surface is golden and purple.
After regaining some strength, he walked to Chen Liuyao's side, not daring to disturb him and could only observe carefully.
Shen Li said that he would do his best to keep him.
It's just that Chen Liuyao is in such a weird shape that it's impossible to do anything.
When he was anxiously thinking of a solution, he saw Brother Zhao and a middle-aged Confucian scholar standing on the boat.
He certainly felt the battle between the two.
I originally thought that no matter how powerful Brother Zhao was, he was only a third-grade Confucian Qi practitioner. I never expected that Brother Zhao would actually be promoted to the second-grade Commander.
A second-grade Confucian in the Siming Realm has great supernatural powers that can change mountains and rivers. As for the great abilities of a first-grade Confucian known as the Sub-Sage, Shen Li has never heard of it, let alone seen it. I asked Xie Lingjiang before, and she only said one thing: Yipin Yasheng has the courage of scholars in the world.
The three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, ask yourself, the young man looks down on Buddhism and Taoism. The former cares about whether he can cross the other side of the river, while the latter seeks to live forever, and even one look at the people at his feet means he loses.
Only the Confucians are everywhere, whether they live in temples or fight on the battlefield, and they can be said to be both generals and ministers.
Qin Zhen, the left minister of the Ministry of War, seems to be a martial artist, but in the final analysis, he has a Confucian background.
Zhao Ruyu pointed at him and said to the middle-aged Confucian scholar beside him: "Mr. Qiao, please look, he is Shen Li."
"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces, what a poem, young man, where did you come up with such a wonderful line?" Qiao Bai asked with a smile.
Even though Shen Li was wearing a human skin mask and noticed his energy, Qiao Baisu could still see that he was not the young man he appeared to be, but was actually an enviable young man.
Disguises such as human skin masks are enough to deceive most people in the world, but it is still not enough for big men like them in the Command Realm.
Shen Li was respectful and courteous: "The article was written by nature, but it was accidentally acquired by a good hand."
