The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 371: Confucianism has saints

A group of four people walked through the golden persimmon grove of Xiaolianhua Peak and came to the hilltop tortoise-tuo stele. It was ordered to build for the beginning of the Dafeng dynasty. The inscription is "Imperial Taoist Ancestral Court Dayue", which symbolizes the number of Wudang Mountains. The glory of a hundred years ago, its size is unparalleled in the world. ◢Щщш.suimeng.lā The only woman among the four tourists grabbed a ripe persimmon in her hand, stood under the turtle stele, and looked up at the inscription. The other three men stood side by side on the cliff, overlooking the scenery at the foot of Wudang Mountain. The oldest man wears a sword on his waist, standing in the center, on his left hand is a thin swordsman with a long sword on his back, and on his right is a gentle and elegant scholar with frosty white temples.

Then when the beautiful woman turned her head at random, she saw a strange scene. I don't know when there is only one person standing on the cliff. It turns out that the swordsmen and swordsmen have retreated dozens of steps, not far from her.

She walked gently to the two elders and asked the old man with the sword softly: "Grandpa Mao, who is Uncle Cheng?"

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The three of them are Lin Hongyuan, the master of the Southern Dragon Palace, Mao Shulang, and the master of Kendo, Ji Liuan.

Mao Shulang with white eyebrows lowered his voice and said concisely: "Opportunity."

For such a dumb riddle, Lin Hongyuan was naturally puzzled. He turned his head in doubt and looked at the chief guest of the Dragon Palace, Ji Liuan. The latter hesitated and said in a slight voice: "Lao Cheng is the first-class romantic in the Old Southern Tang Dynasty. A Confucian scholar who was born in a wealthy family, but he didn't like fame and fame. He spent many years studying abroad and traveled all over the country. He was ashamed of his family and country but was unable to do what he wanted. This is how he began to practice martial arts. Climbing step by step, step by step, and finally staying in the Zhixuan Realm for twenty years. This trip to the cool place has accumulated a lot, and there are signs of breaking the border. It is with Cao Changqing of the Western Chu and Xuanyuanjing of Huishan. City, there are similarities."

Lin Hongyuan said in surprise: "Uncle Cheng is finally about to enter the realm of celestial phenomena?!"

Mao Shulang doesn't care if she is the future head of the Dragon Palace, let alone her involvement with the Nanjiang clan princes and sons, "Quiet!"

Lin Hongyuan suddenly fell silent, slightly embarrassed.

Cheng Baishuang looked to the south with his hands down.

The old scholar, standing on the edge of the cliff, muttered to himself: "Outside the body, holding the tail and yaguchi to talk, it's really like a picture cake. If you are in the hole, ask the futon about your heart, and you will be pure."

"Ethical articles are destroyed with you, and the spirit will last forever. Fame and fortune will be empty from the world, but the integrity will not change."

"If you don't frown in your life, there will be no gnashers in the world. How absurd!"

The old man slowly closed his eyes, the wind blew his face, and his sleeves fluttered.

The anomaly protruded, Mao Shulang's eyes widened suddenly, and in an instant he pulled out his sword and swept forward, brushing shoulders with Cheng Baishuang who seemed to close his eyes and rested, and rammed into the cliff, just one step away. Falling down the cliff.

The old man's sword was silent, but magnificent, like a bright arc moon appeared in front of him!

Lin Hongyuan only saw a white coat that appeared high above the cliff and leaned back for no apparent reason. Her big sleeves swelled. She stretched out her **** to resist Mao Shulang's sharp air.

The fairy-like woman in white retreated several tens of feet, which counteracted the unparalleled vigor.

The tall woman stood up straight, just hovering in the air without a foothold, the mountain wind whimpered below her feet, and the clouds lingered on her side.

Lin Hongyuan gasped and recognized the identity of this uninvited guest. Guanyin Zongtantai was calm, the leader of the world's qi practitioners!

Although Lin Hongyuan has been at a disadvantage in all previous intrigues with young lords, in fact she is not only not stupid, but extremely clever and agile. She immediately understood that Cheng Baishuang’s natural ascent and breakthrough this time was definitely not It's as simple as from Zhixuan to the celestial phenomenon!

Mao Shulang, who was angry with a sword and halberd, didn't care whether it would disturb Cheng Baishuang's thing, I would forget the realm, and sternly said to the white-clothed fairy master: "If you want to be a hindrance, ask me about Mao Shulang's sword. !"

Tantai glanced calmly at the old Confucian who was unaware of his foreign affairs, and said plainly: "The fire is cooking oil, the flowers are blooming, how many days will it be beautiful?"

Mao Shulang squeezed the handle of the knife, squinted and said solemnly: "I'm a fool, I don't understand your Tantai Sect Master's mysterious Zen Ji!"

Tantai calmly ignored Mao Shulang, his sight shifted slightly, and asked Cheng Baishuang: "Since you have this state of mind, there will be no more than four or five immortals on the land. Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism will each occupy one of them. , The rivers and lakes may be one or two. You are forced to break through the realm at this time. Not only are there still a line of separation, you can't really enter the realm of land immortals, but you also abandon the future Confucian sage! What is different from seeking death?!"

Cheng Baishuang slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Is that Confucian sage, or is it a Confucian sage? My Confucian sage once said that the people did not fear death, how can they die? Today, I never covet longevity, how can I Tempted by longevity?"

Tantai sneered calmly: "All are frogs at the bottom of the well!"

Cheng Baishuang was full of spirits and laughed loudly: "It is said that there are good ministers in the heyday, famous generals in troubled times, and that the country is unfortunate for poets. I, Cheng Baishuang, have written some sour poems, but I don't want to nod and agree! Although we die without regrets, how can we scholars let the warriors on the battlefield enjoy its beauty exclusively!"

Tantai sneered calmly: "If you die, you will die. It's nothing more than my Zong Shuiyue patio, and there is another Confucian lonely ghost."

Cheng Baishuang smiled boldly, and said loudly: "This is the only way to do it, today people are worthy of the ancients!"

Tantai is quiet and speechless, with an indifferent expression.

Lin Hongyuan's eyes widened, his mind swayed, and he stared at this tall woman with an air of dust. Lin Hongyuan is no stranger to the qi-trainer who claims to be on behalf of the sky. There are several such strangers around Zhao Bing, the king of Yanchi, who all have a cold breath that looks at the world like watching the fire from the shore, which is extremely unhuman. Ordinary people all yearn for the fame and fortune, and those white-clothed immortals hate from the bottom of their hearts, are taciturn and communicate with ordinary people, and don't expect them to show their hearts to you. Because this Tantai Sect Master is a woman, Lin Hongyuan has always been extremely admired. If Jiang Ni is a well-deserved female sword fairy after Wu Su, Daxueping Xuanyuan Qingfeng is also the role of the cultivation base, but this After all, the two women are too young, and it is difficult for the high-spirited Lin Hongyuan to admire it sincerely. Tantai is calm and different. He is a hundred years old, with a childlike appearance and a fairy in the world, so Lin Hongyuan admires and admires the most in his life. Of course, Tantai is undoubtedly calm!

It is important to know that the beauty of the famous general is particularly pitiful. She Lin Hongyuan had various ambitions for a long time. One of them was to ask Tantai Pingjing for his unique method of beauty, Lin Hong Ape hoped that he was still young when he died.

It's a pity that Tantai disappeared quietly, coming and going without a trace, and didn't look at Lin Hongyuan from start to finish.

Ji Liu'an and Cheng Baishuang have known each other for decades, and their relationship is the most sincere and sentimental, saying: "Old Cheng, is it really as Tantai Ping said?"

Cheng Baishuang did not conceal it, nodded and said: "My great celestial state is indeed fostered and cannot be maintained for a long time. As for one day, I will become a Confucian sage, let alone think about it."

Ji Liu'an sighed.

Cheng Baishuang comforted this close friend in turn, "What a scholar has to learn all the way to the point. What is the benefit of being the prime minister of the mountain and the fairy under the forest?"

Zhang Ji Liu'an exhaled and said in a deep voice: "That's it, I will accompany you to take a walk outside Liangzhou Pass!"

Cheng Baishuang smiled and asked: "Why are you again?"

Ji Liu'an pointed his finger at the long sword he was carrying, "My old man has not cut the head of Beimang Manzi!"

Lin Hongyuan's thoughts are shaken. If Cheng Baishuang, who is rootless duckweed in the rivers and lakes, wants to stay in Beiliang, she, the little leader of the rivers and lakes in southern Xinjiang, doesn't matter, but if she stays with the chief guest of the sect. Next, she wouldn't be able to go back and confess to Mr. Nalan.

Mao Shulang, who took the knife back and scabbed it, said suddenly: "Plus me~IndoMTL.com~Lin Hongyuan is dumbfounded.

When I came here, I was accompanied by three martial arts masters. When I go, she will be left alone?

In addition to staying young forever, her other ambition is to wrestle with Xuanyuan Qingfeng and become the second female martial arts leader in Liyang! And the three of Mao Shulang, Cheng Baishuang and Ji Luan who were close to the water platform were originally indispensable for her to reach the top of the rivers and lakes.

Lin Hongyuan knew that once they made up their minds, I am afraid that only Mr. Nalan himself would have the opportunity to persuade them back.

She remembered the conspiracy she had had in her heart not long ago, and murmured: "Retribution is unhappy!"

The Confucian scholar Cheng Baishuang looked into the distance again, and said for no reason: "Zi said: Three hundred poems, in a word, the most moving part is ‘thinking without evil’!"

The old scholar with white temples is smiling at this moment.

The youth of the past years were innocent.

This should be the case in the late years.