The gap on the box only appeared for a moment, and it was quickly re-solidified, and the solemn and majestic aura disappeared, but the surprise on Qiu Yan's face did not dissipate.

"I didn't expect that Prime Minister Han would borrow such a valuable thing from me for enlightenment. Qiu Yan said, squinting his eyes and groaning, Zuihou had a decision, he didn't shirk, and solemnly took the box, "Thank you for the love of Lao Xiangguo." ”

Seeing his action, the old servant's eyes showed appreciation, and he nodded and said: "The old man is just a messenger, but he will relay the words of the son to my master and leave." ”

gave the box to Qiu Yan, the old servant gave a salute, turned around and left, one step at a time, without dragging the mud and water.

Looking at the other party's distant figure, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes.

"This person's martial arts cultivation is not trivial, I have now condensed the divine soul, and my life cultivation is also at the peak of the second realm, and I may break through to the third realm at any time, the combination of the two, in terms of the sensitivity of perception, I am not inferior to the monks of the third realm, but I still can't feel the depth of this person, he flicked his fingers lightly just now, and his strength was wonderful, and the breath in the oscillating box emanated, so that I could capture it. ”

Qiu Yan also knew that this kind of person who was guarding the old face of a country was definitely not an easy person, so he shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, and then solemnly walked back to the house with the box in his hand.

Seeing Qiu Yan's expression, Hu Qi and Dai Guo were a little puzzled, Dai Guo opened his mouth to ask a question or two, but Hu Qi pulled his sleeve and couldn't ask out loud.

Then, Hu Qi said: "Childe has just come back, and it is time to rest, so I won't bother when I wait." The words fell, and he led Dai Guo to retreat.

"That's a really good look. ”

Seeing this, Qiu Yan nodded secretly, put the box on the table, turned around and walked to the back of the door, and picked up the basin behind the door.

There is water in the basin.

Looking at the clear water in the basin, Qiu Yan took a deep breath. Then his eyes lit up, and a beating flame was reflected in his pupils.

Heartfire.

The heart is burning, and the Tao is born.

Qiu Yan raised his hand, his fingers flicked, pinching the seal, and the water in the basin rose and dispersed into mist.

"On the water side!"

The whispering of five words, the sound became a shock, shaking the surrounding aura, and causing the water in the basin to scatter into fog. It spreads out, filling the room in the blink of an eye, blending into every corner, isolating the room from the outside world.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

This ancient poem, which expresses love and longing, depicts the scene of two people being separated by water and separating the two places, and this Taoist technique of Shangling Dao is named after a sentence zuihou. It is the water that separates the inside and the outside, and it is difficult to project even the emotions of longing.

Consuming the fire of the heart and performing the Dao technique with the physical body is the manifestation of the unity of the three souls and the initial formation of the divine soul. Before this, although Qiu Yan was able to perform it in the flesh, he did so with the help of the Buddha-figure's incense mind, and was limited by his own realm. If you can't fully grasp it, there will always be flaws, and the loss of control of the seal recipe in Xingtai Town is an example. But now that he has condensed his soul and displayed it again, it is a natural thing.

Of course, this statement is not absolute, there are many methods in the Dao Sect, which can allow the disciples of the sect to perform the Dao technique in the flesh before condensing the divine soul, but there will be more or less flaws.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yan put down the empty basin, walked back to the table, and was about to open the thin box on the table, but suddenly stopped moving, then reached out and grabbed it, lifted the ginseng baby from the corner of the table, put it on the edge of the box, and then looked intently to observe the other party's performance.

After Qiu Yan left, the baby ginseng squirmed into the shadow of the corner very wittily, so that it was not easy to be seen, and after a long time, it fell asleep in a daze.

Now, the baby ginseng was grabbed by Qiu Yan and placed on the edge of the box, first trembling slightly, sobering up, and then climbing onto the box, his body twitched, as if he was sniffing, and then jumped violently and quickly moved away, as if he had encountered snake and scorpion venom.

"Huh?"

Seeing the reaction of the ginseng baby, Qiu Yan squinted his eyes, flicked his fingers, smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, and sent the ginseng baby out in the air and landed on a few books.

As soon as he touched the book, the baby ginseng immediately settled down, and then Qiu Yan raised his hand and pointed at it, releasing a piece of literary thought, mobilizing the articles in several books, turning into bursts of book sounds, wrapping the baby ginseng inside, forming a wall of literary thought.

"It seems that this Legalist thing, ginseng baby is unbearable. ”

As soon as the thought turned, Qiu Yan reached out and finally opened the lid of the box.

Suddenly, a majestic and solemn aura roared out!

Heavy!

As soon as this breath appeared, it filled the entire room, and even dispersed a lot of the water mist that filled the room, which made the Wen Si article wrapped in the ginseng baby faintly sound.

"What a big mood!"

With a sigh of emotion, Qiu Yan waved his hand, and there were immediately three more things on the table, which were a pen, a paperweight and a jade basin.

As soon as the three things came out, they were stimulated by the solemn breath, and they immediately reacted, each trembling, releasing three completely different breaths, with the artistic conception of subtle words, the artistic conception of rich and pure, and the artistic conception of being at ease.

Subsequently, the three artistic conceptions were dragged by Qiu Yan's consciousness and thoughts, and quickly spread, spreading to all parts of the room, contacting, colliding, and suppressing the heavy and solemn artistic conception.

It's a long process, but it's only a breath of time.

"These three things are really extraordinary, Wenzong paperweight has been surrendered by me, and the Northern Dark Jade Basin, soaked and infiltrated by my thoughts, how much knows the nature, it is normal to be able to lead and fight, and this Spring and Autumn Pen is full of bookish atmosphere, which is consistent with my own intellectual atmosphere, because it can resonate and mobilize, these three things are obviously prepared for scholars, I really don't know what the origin is, that Han Weier seems to have no scheming, but she is tight-lipped about these things. ”

Thinking about it, Qiu Yan put away his distracting thoughts, looked towards the box, and then reached out and took out a roll of bamboo slips from inside.

As soon as the bamboo slip arrived in his hand, it released bursts of fluctuations, following the flesh and blood on Qiu Yan's hand, seeping into it, and quickly transmitting it to the soul.

In the soul, there is something that resonates with it.

Flicking his fingers, shaking the fluctuations on his hand, Qiu Yan put the bamboo slips on the table, and then raised his hand to spread out the bamboo slips, and the seal characters immediately appeared on them.

These words. They are all carved with a carving knife, slender and slender, and every stroke and stroke exudes a tough and standardized artistic conception.

Call!

The next moment, the surging artistic conception rushed out from the bamboo slips, but it did not spread, but wrapped Qiu Yan's whole person, and in the surrounding air, the power of order trembled.

Suddenly, Qiu Yan felt a artistic conception of formulation, standardization, and manifestation, following the seven orifices and pores. poured into his body, and also made him recognize the origin of this artistic conception -

"This bamboo slip is indeed a manuscript of a sage! However, it was not written by a Confucian sage, but by a Legalist, and it is the handwriting of a sage!"

The liliang of the manuscripts of the sages comes from the power of order that pervades the heavens and the earth, and is the result of the wishes of the people of the past generations to lead the tide of the world. Confucianism is a prominent learning, respected by people for generations, leading people to pursue, and naturally able to condense order. Make a difference.

Compared with the Legalists, although their reputation is not obvious, they are not too reckless, the laws, regulations, and provisions of the imperial court. In fact, the methods and bases for its formulation are the spirit of Legalism, and even many methods of rulers and officials. It was also born from the art of the Legalists.

Since ancient times, the outer Confucianism and the inner law, the laws formulated by the Legalists, restrain the world, all the people obey them, and naturally gather the people's wishes, so the great power of the Legalists of the year, its manuscript handwriting, has been handed down to this day, and it is the same as the source of a certain order between heaven and earth.

Feeling the breath on the bamboo slips and the vibrating order around him, Qiu Yan's gaze swept over the columns of words, and read them out in a low voice-

"Those who compile the books are set up in the government and distributed to the people. ”

"The sorcerer, hidden in the chest, with the end of the crowd and the infiltration of the ministers. ”

"Therefore, the law is not as obvious, and the technique is not to be seen. ”

"If it is to understand the words of the Lord, then the lowly in the territory will not be known or satisfied in the hall; ”

......

After reading word by word, Qiu Yan's heart was gradually filled with strange emotions, which was the understanding of the law of domination and the art of control.

"The above content is a passage on the Fa Sheng's "Difficult Three", which talks about 'the law is not as obvious, and the art does not want to be seen', which means that the law should be written into the book, set up in the government, and announced to the people, so that it can be manifested, so that people with low status in the country can know it, but the mental art should be hidden in the heart, and even the people close to it should not be informed, but ......"

Feeling the change in the order around him, Qiu Yan could discern a clue.

"However, in this article, what can mobilize order is only the content of 'manifesting the law', and the 'mental technique' has nothing to do with the order of heaven and earth, and can only be regarded as an artistic conception comprehension, not the spirit of sages. ”

Slightly meditating, savoring the meaning and artistic conception of a few words on the bamboo slip, Qiu Yan was thoughtful.

"Han Lao Xiangguo lent me this thing, there should be a certain intention, since he saw that I had taken the path of cultivation, he should have expected the use of the spirit of the sage to me, and specially took out such an article, part of which became order, and the other part was just a feeling, maybe it was a warning. ”

Just now, when the old servant shook a gap outside the door and released the breath of artistic conception, Qiu Yan had already guessed what was in the box, and now he felt the strangeness of the bamboo slips, but he had an idea.

"In any case, this Legalist spirit is a great help to me, my Taoist fist is not a simple academic, but to be applied by the world, Legalism is an important part of maintaining social order, after deepening understanding, it will help to experience humanity!"

Thinking about it, he took a deep breath, his body shook, and his spirit jumped out, threw himself forward, and landed on the bamboo slip.

The next moment, the characters on the bamboo slips seemed to come to life, and phantoms flew out one after another, surrounding Qiu Yan's soul.

Between the lines, strange colors bloom and build a piece of shijie! (To be continued......

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