"Okay, three days later, come to Wutang to report..."The examiner didn't ask much, and let Mu Hao leave, there are too many surnames in this world, and there are more than one or two strange.

After Mu Hao left, he glanced back at the humanoid long queue in line, and could faintly see that the smell of gunsmoke was permeated in this hot blood.

"I don't know what the real battlefield will look like..."Mu Hao turned to leave, and suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and in front of him, there was an old man, who was looking at him, in his eyes, but there was no malice, on the contrary, there was some peace.

"Young man, I can answer you a question..."The old man looked at Mu Hao calmly, but Mu Hao could see that there was wisdom in the old man's eyes.

"This person is extraordinary..."Mu Hao muttered in his heart, although the other party is a mortal, but that momentum faintly wants to overshadow himself, that is, a great Confucian momentum.

After reading all the books in the world and seeing thousands of world events, you can form the trend of Confucianism, and the old man in front of him actually has such a great trend.

This frightened Mu Hao, because this kind of person, although he has no cultivation, can see in one body, far more than ordinary monks, everything, can see through the essence, if he can step on the cultivation map, he can become a cultivation genius that is rare in ten thousand years.

"Senior..."Mu Hao clenched his fists, the person in front of him can indeed be called a senior, this kind of Confucian person, at least Mu Hao, the first time he saw it, he even thought that there was no such person among mortals.

"I want to ask, what is mortal dust..."Mu Hao's words were a little respectful, the person in front of him was indeed respectable, and after being able to see Mu Hao's doubts, he solved the question for Mu Hao.

The old man smiled, his voice sounded kind, the old man pointed around, and said, "This, isn't it mortal dust..."

Mu Hao's eyes moved with his fingers, and what he saw was still this noisy world, without any abnormality, which could be said from the old man's mouth, and faintly, he thought of something.

"What is a monk?" The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Mu Hao calmly, with a pair of eyes that seemed to penetrate everything in the world.

"Monk, cultivate the spiritual power of heaven and earth, achieve your own avenue, comprehend the laws of heaven and earth, and pick up the stars and chase the sun..."Mu Hao said slowly, although this statement is a bit exaggerated, but it is true, practice, in his opinion, is a reverse word of cultivation.

If you go along with it, if you go against it, you will be immortal, this is the thought in the hearts of the monks, countless monks, in the rebellion against the sky, to seize the heaven and earth, to achieve themselves.

The old man shook his head, Mu Hao didn't speak, he was silent, his understanding, indeed, has been growing in adversity, has been in life and death, has been, practiced...

"Cultivation, that's actually a hazy statement, it can only show that you are a monk..."The old man's words, every word, seemed to be reasonable, if it weren't for Mu Hao to see that the old man had no malicious intentions, I am afraid that he would have already made a move, because what the old man said would even affect the Dao heart.

"Why, your world is called the cultivation realm, not the cultivation realm, it is because you, the cultivator, are just one word, true..."

When the old man spoke, the real word aggravated the tone of his tone, and there were some thoughts in Mu Hao's eyes, but he couldn't grasp those thoughts, and there was a faint look of understanding in his eyes.

"Monk, seeking truth, unwilling to be manipulated, unwilling to be confused, wanting to solve your own doubts, this is the cultivation of truth..."

"If you have a good mind, it is a different kind of ......cultivation," the old man said slowly, looking at the color of understanding in Mu Hao's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

"You, why are you practicing..."The old man asked Xiang Mu Hao again, his words were kind.

"For the revival of the family, for the sake of self-preservation, for the sake of good ......" After Mu Hao finished speaking, he became silent, speaking of which, he has not seen Mengqi Yin Ting and them for a long time, more than a hundred years have passed, and he doesn't know what their lives will be.

It can be seen from the classics within the Futu Sect that Mengqi's family is located in the Heavenly Realm, known as the world of the strong, and the Virtuous Realm here can be the head of one party, perhaps, in the Heavenly Realm, it is also ordinary.

Yin Ting's family, although Mu Hao didn't know, it could be seen from the fact that several virtuous realm cultivators took her away that day, and it could also be seen that she was strong behind her.

Mu Hao is more worried about their situation.

He cultivates for the sake of strong strength, to do what he wants to do, and that is enough.

"So, this path of your cultivation is your way..."

"You ask me, what is mortal dust..."

The old man waved his hand and pointed to everything around him, Mu Hao took advantage of the situation and still didn't see anything special.

"This is mortal dust..."

"The monk's dream is like a summer insect and ice, these are two different realms..."

"Actually, the prosperity of the world is mortal dust, so seeing through ordinary dust is also a kind of cultivation ......" The old man smiled, turned around and left the place, leaving only Mu Hao.

Mu Hao's eyes had a look of enlightenment, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, and he understood the word mortal more profoundly, and at this moment, he was like a mortal.

Mu Hao bowed in the direction of the old man's departure, although the old man only had a one-sided relationship with Mu Hao, but he solved Mu Hao's doubts and had great compassion.

"Mortal dust is also a kind of cultivation..."Mu Hao walked suspiciously, in his mind, constantly recalling the past, one by one, one by one, surging into his heart.

"Seeing through the mortal dust, penetrating the world, with the momentum of Confucianism, this is the ultimate among mortals, even if there is no cultivation, but a sense of understanding, far beyond the monks, this is also a kind of cultivation in the mortal world..."

"That kind of cultivation is different from the cultivation of my generation of monks, but it is all enlightenment..."In Mu Hao's eyes, the color of enlightenment is even stronger, if it is in the outside world, I am afraid that there is already the heart of the Great Dao.

"Practice, practice, mortal dust, is also practice, mortal dust refining the mind, isn't it also a kind of cultivation..."

.........

On this day, Mu Hao thought a lot, all because of the old man's words, as if they were just a few sentences, but they had a great truth.

Three days passed quietly, and in these three days, Mu Hao has undergone great changes, and this change does not come from cultivation, but from his state of mind.

On the first day, Mu Hao's appearance was even younger, and the sharpness on his body, the fierce momentum, faded a lot, and Mu Hao could also feel this dilution.

The next day, Mu Hao's fierce aura faded, and he sat cross-legged all day, feeling the prosperity of the world, and the noise echoed in his ears.

On the third day, the momentum on Mu Hao's body completely faded, and at this moment, he didn't look like a monk, but like a hot-blooded young man, with a resolute face, although this young man was not young.

His eyes suddenly opened on the third day, and at the moment they opened, a bright light popped out, but then, the bright light disappeared, revealing a pair of eyes that were unwavering.

This is the impact of his understanding of the word mortal, and at this moment, he is like a mortal, no different from others.

Mu Hao found that in his body, the rotten intention showed signs of dissipation after the improvement of his state of mind, and even Mu Hao could feel that the cultivation in his body had some fluctuations.

"Fanchen..."Mu Hao took a deep breath, walked out of the inn, and went to Wutang to join the army, now that the war is about to start, here, it will not be peaceful.

"I'm going, breaking into the mortal world..."Mu Hao walked quickly, this kind of speed, in the eyes of others, is like running, but no matter how you look at it, it is also walking.

In this mortal world, there are martial arts masters, they have light skills, and they divide Mu Hao into that kind of person, but after all, this kind of person is a minority.

Mu Hao came to the place where he joined the army, even if he hadn't arrived yet, he could feel a sense of slaughter, and the blood in his body was ignited.

Wutang is an important institution of the state, and officials are sealed by force.

After Mu Hao came to the martial arts hall, there were ten people inside, and these ten people, Mu Hao could feel that their bodies were different from ordinary people, that is, the breath of a martial artist.

The examiner saw that everyone had arrived, cleared his throat, and said, "The empire is now about to go to war with its neighbors, we need warriors, we need to defend it, our empire..."

"This contest will be determined by your position in the army..."

For a whole quarter of an hour, the examiner was talking about morale-boosting words and some rules, and Mu Hao was not helpless, listening carefully.

Finally, the contest is about to begin.

Mu Hao, the first game, on the opposite side, is a big man, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, looking very powerful.

"Promise..."Mu Hao smiled and walked forward, a punch, and it exploded in an instant, and before the big man could react, he had already reached the head of the big man, and then, stopped.

Only brought a whistling, a fist wind, blowing the big man's face was a little painful, he was a little incredulous, but in the end, when he stepped off the stage, he saw that Mu Hao was merciful, and he was not his opponent.

Not only the big man, but everyone was surprised in their hearts, they were all Mu Hao, a top martial artist.

An hour later, the results of the assessment came out, Mu Hao, a pioneer officer, gave him armor, gave him weapons Mu Hao didn't ask for it, he had it.

Three months later, the big war was on the verge of breaking out.

In a canyon to the east, the men and horses of the two sides were fighting frantically, and on the side of the mortal kingdom, there was a figure who was invincible, and he had a spear in his hand.

That was Mu Hao, that spear, it was left to him by Meng Qi, the material was for some reason, extremely hard, and more importantly, now, the spear body has a spirit.

There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers on both sides participating in the battle, this battle is very important, Mu Hao is like a killing god, no one can stop it.

A shot swept away, more than a dozen enemy soldiers touched and died, the sharpness of the spear, after drinking blood, became even more terrifying, and the spear spirit was also slowly transforming.

In this battle, Mu Hao killed thousands of people.

This kind of record is rare in ancient times, and because of this, he became famous in the first battle, and his prestige was raised to a height after this battle.

Three months later, Feng Qiufan was brave and brave, commanding 100,000 soldiers, his soldiers, extremely brave, this soldier, became a legend.

But everyone knows that this legend is only because of one person.

One person has become a legend of a generation.

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