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Chapter 62: The beast is out of the cage

There are countless sects and sects in the second world, among which there are not a few with thousands of years of inheritance, and there are countless new forces, and the huge structure makes the second world chaotic.

In the First World, there is a school known as the Hundred Schools of Thought.

They represent the most advanced and sage ideas in the First World, guiding people's thinking.

Confucianism, the most dominant force in the thought of sages, represents that people understand etiquette, know etiquette, Confucianism has infiltrated into the first world of people at all stages, and the main idea of some countries is Confucianism.

Taoism, the core of the ten thousand laws of nature represents academics, pays attention to following nature, and is born in response to the way of heaven. There are many branches of Taoism, and the collateral is complex, not only in politics and humanities, but even in Tiandao scholarship. The most important thing in Taoist scholarship is to be born in response to all things, to realize the Tao from all things, and to adapt measures to local conditions.

Although the farmhouse is inconspicuous, many people still know about this mysterious sect. The peasant disciples are good at using herbal medicines, whether they are good at curing diseases or removing poisons, and many people are begging the peasant disciples to be guests in the hall.

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The list goes on and on.

After a tribulation in the world, after all, some people comprehend the Great Dao, cultivate into qi, and thus enter the second world.

At first, the Second World was chaotic and ungoverned by people, and various sects established the first sects and sects to attract monks who came later.

And the subsequent discovery of the secret realm and the birth of the treasure attracted all the monks in the second world to be moved, and they couldn't help but fight and even kill people at will.

This chaotic situation lasted for a thousand years, and was finally broken by a sect.

This sect is known as the first emperor in the world.

Huang Zong's thunderous means suppressed all the schools at that time, and even proposed a regional war.

The initial cause of the first regional war was the problem of the division of the four regions and limited resources.

As for why there is no one in the center, it is because the legend of the emperor's sect is here, and no one dares to establish a school here.

Since then, regional wars have also been preserved, and they are fought every 500 years.

I don't know how many years have passed.

As for the behemoth of the Emperor, it has even been gradually forgotten during this time, but no one dares to touch this central area.

With the rise of Confucianism and Taoism in the second world, the peasant Baicao sect, the military family who is proficient in sophistry, the Legalist who has strict precepts, and the Buddhist who lives the world in Zen...... These hundreds of schools of thought that once dominated the first world officially started a new situation in the second world.

At this point, the regional war was changed to the war of the hundred schools of thought.

Xiaoji told Zhou Lingyun and others all about the source of the most grand prosperity in the second world.

Taking a sip of tea, Xiaoji continued: "After such a long period of war, some rules have been set.

Because there are countless high numbers in each school, and there are some great supernatural powers that have been cultivated for more than a thousand years, in order to avoid the negative impact of excessive battles in the second world, a rule has been formulated that all disciples who have entered the sect for more than a hundred years are not allowed to participate, and those who are over 100 years old are not allowed to participate.

Therefore, this battle of the hundred schools of thought is the time for a few of you to show your skills.

In three months, it will be the opening of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and we will leave in three days. ”

Zhou Lingyun and the others had already understood the origin of the Hundred Schools of War among the Princes, nodded and retreated.

In three days, I will get up and go to the place of honor.

Zhou Lingyun clenched his fists, and a sense of pride rose in his heart, he used to look forward to seeing the mountains in the desert, but now he can finally really take the first step.

"Lingyun," Jian Wuxian patted Zhou Lingyun's shoulder, he knew what Zhou Lingyun's trembling arms meant, Jian Wuxian looked around, and said firmly: "Although only your cultivation time is the shortest here, but your progress is obvious to all, even Situ Lei has to admit your talent, here, will be your starting point." ”

Situ Lei snorted coldly, but also nodded, he was the most surprised by Zhou Lingyun's anti-heaven talent in the past four years, because only he knew how weak Zhou Lingyun was at the beginning.

"Big Brother Without a Trace. Zhou Lingyun nodded, his trembling arms hid a huge amount of power, he wanted to break free, he wanted to make a splash, he wanted to release.

It was a feeling that spread from the bottom of my heart, indescribable, but it felt so clear.

Zhou Lingyun wants to prove himself, he needs a broader stage to show himself.

Zhou Lingyun knew that this would be his new starting point, and one day, he would go to the Bliss Sect and walk in front of Jun Wuregret.

Although Mo Shaohong didn't say much, he was still talking at this time, but from his eyes bursting with flames, he knew what kind of strength he would show this time.

Feng Zetian, Situ Lei, they all looked ahead, three days later, it would be the time for them to set out on the expedition.

The Hundred Schools of Zhuzi prohibit disciples who have been in the sect for more than a hundred years to participate, which makes the annual Zhuzi Hundred Schools a new disciple of each sect.

Although the cultivation methods of each school are different, there are always some differences, but it is difficult to guarantee which school will suddenly have a talented disciple, so for the Hundred Schools of Thought, the results are unknown.

This time, Zhou Lingyun and the others will go to the competition in three months The place where they will go to compete is Muyang Town, which is also the most core area in the Eastern Region, and all the schools in the Eastern Region will gather here in three months, and then carry out the Battle of the Hundred Schools of Princes.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, Zhou Lingyun did not relax in the slightest, and still proceeded in an orderly manner according to the usual training plan, and even increased the content of the training.

He knew that he had only been in the field for five years, and it was very likely that there were disciples in other schools who had been in the school for decades, even though he showed terrifying talent, but the qualifications were still irreparable, and the problem that worried Zhou Lingyun the most was actual combat experience.

Although he usually has no trace of the sword, Mo Shaohong, and Feng Zetian, even Situ Lei will even point him out, but after all, it is not a valuable experience under the experience of life and death, this time Zhou Lingyun is likely to suffer a loss in terms of qualifications and experience.

Today, the sky was slightly bright, Zhou Lingyun got up, everything was washed, and he was ready to go.

Suddenly, the dull and heavy bell of the entire Great Sect resounded endlessly, echoing inside and outside the Dao Sect.

Zhou Lingyun got up at dusk, which was a signal that he had agreed to set off.

When the Taoist bell rings, it is the day of departure.

Zhou Lingyun packed his bags, opened the door of the bamboo house, and strode out.

In front of the central hall, Tianjizi and the four great envoys were already standing there, waiting for the disciples representing the entire Dao Sect to come this time.

A head suddenly appeared on the steps, a pair of sword eyebrows did not squint, and a long sword was slanted behind his back. The white robe was spotless, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sword Without a Trace, the most powerful sword master of the younger generation of the Taoist Sect, walked step by step in front of Tianjizi and saluted respectfully.

Then a twenty-eight-year-old woman walked with light steps, with a little playfulness in her eyes, and the majesty on her chest was unbearable to look at. A green dress danced in the wind, the jet-black black hair tied up a handsome hairstyle on the head, and a jasper hairpin looked quite funny through the hair.

Meng Ling'er, a well-deserved master of the young generation of the Taoist Sect, has the fire of Samadhi, the road of fire against the sky, and her strength is unfathomable.

A golden thread opened in the sky, and the warm sunlight slowly sprinkled down.

The young man's face was arrogant, his handsome figure was wearing a thin sword at his waist, and the sword spike was beating back and forth with the young man's movement. Walking casually, the young man walked steadily, his broad shoulders gave people a full sense of security, and his plain clothes looked extraordinary.

Mo Shaohong, the second sword master among the younger generation of the Daoist Sect, is known as the phantom because of the comprehension of the Wind Speed Dao, and has a great prestige among the Daoists.

The two who came next were slightly younger than the previous ones.

One of them had a face like frost, his purple brocade clothes looked luxurious, and it seemed that even the air had dropped several times in temperature when he walked, and the flowers and plants on the roadside had condensed droplets of water and fell to the ground.

The other person looked very cheerful with a grin, and looked handsome between his eyebrows, as if he couldn't even walk, jumping a few times from time to time, and looking around with a pair of eyes.

Situ Lei, Feng Zetian, a person with a name like fire but comprehending the Great Dao of Ice, a person with a magical holy path that is unique in ten thousand, is also a rare master of the younger generation of the Dao Sect.

Finally, the golden silk thread in the sky was completely removed, and a beam of sunlight sprinkled down, illuminating the whole world, and for a while, the sound of insects and birds chirping kept coming.

On the stairs, the last figure slowly walked up.

There is still immaturity between the eyebrows that has not receded, and a pair of eyes full of fighting spirit are staring ahead.

Although eighteen-year-old Zhou Lingyun is an adult, he is not yet mature, and he still has a simple smile on his face.

The ruthless qin behind him was wrapped in cloth and carried behind him, and under the body he also carried two bronze scabbards.

The white robe looked very capable, and his long hair was tied around his waist with a blue cloth scarf, which was exactly the appearance of a handsome young man.

The chief disciple Zhou Lingyun is the highest-ranking person in the younger generation of the Taoist Sect, and he is also the leader of the younger generation.

Zhou Lingyun saluted respectfully, and then stood aside with the others.

Tianjizi looked at the six people in front of him, knowing that this trip was related to the future development of the Dao Sect, and couldn't help but sigh.

"You guys set off, everything is in accordance with the words of the messenger of Xiaoji, don't lose the face of my Dao Sect. Tianjizi smiled slightly, looking at the six disciples who had high hopes.

"Yes, disciple remember. All six of them nodded and saluted.

"Okay, let's go, and strive to get to Muyang Town as soon as possible, so I can show you around. Xiaoji nodded on the side and signaled to go.

The morning sun is always warm, the sky and the earth have just opened their eyes, and everything is a scene full of life.

Xiaoji took the lead and walked out, followed by six people closely behind.

Xiaoji deliberately planned to take the six people to enjoy the outside world of the Dao Sect, and did not plan to ride the chasing sky.

Zhou Lingyun and the others glanced at each other, each clenched his fists, and with full fighting spirit, he strode away with Xiaoji.

Suddenly, a loud chirp resounded throughout the Dao Sect.

Chasing the sky and flying high, casting a huge shadow in the air.

Under the sun, the shadows of the six people were suddenly stretched very long.

P.S is finished with the second volume, and this book may have hit the streets, but I will keep writing. You may feel that the second volume does not match the title of the volume, but what I want to say is that this is the content of the Hundred Schools of Thought, this is just a beginning, a prologue that leads to the Hundred Schools of Thought, and the next is the beginning. Well, the slow heat has passed, and now it's on the road of blood, and it's all hot blood until the end, because the foreshadowing has actually been completed, and as for how much you can see it, it's the reader's power (tsundere). Not much to say, the 3,000-word chapter is presented! I hope you will review books, collect, tickets, flowers, and crows!

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