That time was because he was too arrogant and wanted to humiliate Yin Ming, but he almost lost his life.

If it weren't for his poor cultivation, I was afraid that he would also be killed by Yin Dashuai.

As for saying that Yin Dashuai cares about his background, it definitely doesn't exist.

In the small pavilion, the old man's attitude was very gentle, and he nodded to everyone.

Meng Zhudao was beside Yin Ming and whispered, "This person is Tang Jingsong, the elder of the Medicine Valley. ”

"Although the old man is a little less talented, he is indeed a good person and has saved countless people in his life. ”

Of course, Tang Jingsong is so respected, not only because of his character, but also because of his medical skills.

After all, everyone has a birth, old age, sickness and death, and it is absolutely unwise to offend the elders of the Medicine Valley.

At this time, Tang Jingsong had already looked at Yin Ming.

Beside him, Bai Song said, "Mr. Yin, we meet again." ”

"When we say goodbye in the past year, we see each other again, and I can't imagine that you have created one, which is really enviable. ”

He leaned over slightly and said, "This is Elder Tang Jingsong of my Medicine Valley. ”

"I once talked to Donald about you, and Donald was very curious about you. ”

Tang Jingsong said with a smile: "I came uninvited today, I hope don't blame it." ”

He asked curiously, "Shicai said that Mr. Yin scolded a demon to death." ”

I don't know what happened, but the old man was really curious. ”

Ou Si Dongyun said with a smile: "Jing Songbo, please come in and sit, the matter of the right talent ......"

At the moment, Ostoyun talked about the right talent.

He didn't keep his voice down, and the crowd outside heard it.

When everyone heard this, they were all surprised, only to know that the demon was also pulled out by Yin Ming.

This matter is simply a shame for the Tang Kingdom, and there is a demon in his own capital.

Xueqing Palace also made a big fool this time, and after Yan Ying returned to the palace, she had to be reprimanded.

If there was no Yin Ming, Yan Ying would eventually be devoured by the devil, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Tang Jingsong learned that he was surprised.

He was even more curious about Yin Ming's preaching.

He asked, "So, is it Mr. Yin who said a few words, pulled out the devil, and lit a martial saint?"

Yin Ming said: "It's not so exaggerated, it's just the right time." ”

Tang Jingsong said: "It's just that this way of nature is too negative. ”

"My generation practiced martial arts, in the final analysis, for the sake of the human race. ”

"If you can't implement the benefits to everyone, then practicing martial arts will become your own selfishness, what's the point?"

Yan Ying said bluntly: "Uncle Jingsong, what you said is wrong. ”

"Some people can practice martial arts, and some people can't practice martial arts, this is predestined by nature, and how can people force it. ”

"The warrior is self-reliant, slaying demons and eliminating demons, and the weak are self-weak, struggling for food and clothing. ”

"As long as we conform to the principle of natural destiny and everything runs naturally, where can we talk about public and private?"

The crowd of onlookers was also discussing.

Some people agree with Bai Song's words, and some people think that what Yan Ying said is reasonable.

There are even some people who feel that what the two of them say is biased.

Yin Ming said: "The two of you don't have to argue. ”

"Everyone's understanding of heaven and earth, the portrayal of ideals, and the choice of path are different. ”

"There are thousands of avenues, different paths lead to the same end, and there is no need to force that it must be the same. ”

He suddenly picked up his pen and wrote down two lines of small print.

"Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height is different from far and near. ”

The poem suddenly burst out with golden light, and a mysterious meaning rose in the hearts of everyone.

Yin Ming's pen tip walked lightly, and a few strokes were outlined in the air.

I saw that line of poetry was clothed in a layer of ink, and it turned into a mountain range.

If you are familiar with ancient geography, it is not difficult to recognize that this is a natural danger that still belonged to the human race in the past - the Yuanlian Mountains.

The mountain range winds and undulates and rises and falls.

The mountains rotated and changed in front of Yin Ming, as if demonstrating that line of poetry.

Yin Ming picked up the pen again.

"I don't know the true face of Yuan Lian, only because I am in this mountain. ”

Suddenly, the suspended mountain range suddenly enlarged.

Everyone present seemed to be standing on the mountain.

At this time, the scene in the eyes is naturally different from the observation of the right person.

At this moment, the true meaning of the poem flowed in everyone's heart.

Everyone really understands:

The martial arts they saw were just hills and ravines on the mountain of heaven and earth, full of one-sidedness and limitations.

If you want to really recognize the principles of heaven, it is only possible to transcend them.

I don't know when, Yin Ming has already stood up.

He said aloud: "I am a scholar, and I should establish all the ways." ”

"People's hearts are different, some people are benevolent, some people worship righteousness, and some people are quiet and inactive. ”

"I am not limited to one text, everyone can find the answer in Wendao. ”

"Literati can do it, and so can warriors. ”

"Wendao is the avenue of heaven and earth, and it is the way of literature of people in the world. ”

As soon as he said this, a huge momentum arose.

In the hearts of everyone present, suddenly, Wen Dao seemed to be more overwhelmed by the martial arts and surpassed it.

Most of these people are martial arts powerhouses, but they all have a sincere admiration for Wen Dao.

Everyone secretly planned that when they went back, they would get two sermon scriptures and study them.

Wendao scriptures may not be of much use to martial arts.

However, martial artists can also be troubled by inner demons, so each family and faction has a method of refining their hearts.

And Wen Dao is obviously very restrained against the demons.

In the distance, Qian Fugui rubbed his hands excitedly.

Well done with this ad!

The publication of the scriptures is not to be sold!

At least, in the Tang Kingdom.

Tang Jingsong couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Yin, you said that the Xueqing Palace is close to the Taoist of Wendao." ”

"Then you look at my medicine valley, but which one is it?"

Yin Ming said: "Old Tang, Medicine Valley is famous for its compassion and benevolence. ”

"If you talk about it, it has something in common with Confucianism and Mohistism. ”

"It's just that there is another one that is more sophisticated, my name is a doctor. ”

Tang Jingsong said: "What's the explanation?"

Yin Ming said: "The doctor, for the martial arts, is from the pathology, the human body, and the changes in martial arts. ”

"The doctor, for the Tao of Literature, is the benevolence of the doctor, the clear thoughts, and the true meaning of the Tao. ”

"Doctors, for political affairs, then talk about the disease and the country, the original diagnosis to know the government, can be the world's governance. ”

“......”

Tang Jingsong said continuously: "Reasonable, reasonable." ”

Immediately, he let out a long sigh and said with emotion: "Listening to Mr. Xi's words, my martial arts cultivation vaguely feels loosened. ”

"This way of medicine is very much in line with the purpose of my Medicine Valley, and it has made my warrior's heart reach. ”

Everyone was amazed and envious.

Although Tang Jingsong is a good man, his talent is limited, and he is a little wavering between medical and martial arts.

Originally, he was basically stuck in the realm of the Little Sage, and there was no hope for the Sage in this life.

Unexpectedly, after listening to Yin Ming's words, he actually had an understanding and even a chance to break through.

Although there is little hope, it is better than despair.

Ou Si Dongyun also said with admiration: "It's really wonderful." ”

He asked curiously: "What about the Mo family that I don't know what Shicai said?"

(End of chapter)