On the river, thousands of boats compete.

The previous assembly of the various sects, the scene of the dragon boats huddling together is gone.

Those elites of the various sects were all in high spirits, and their aura was high-spirited.

Some people swim against the big fish, some people ride the waves, some people shine with swords under their feet, and some people step on the jade belt to fly the feather Lingbo......

The elites of the various sects met in the river, or you chased me, or sat and discussed, walked together, and those who made a few moves to fight, causing the aura of the sword to roar.

This kind of appearance is very similar to the scene of Jindan's great cultivation of the Tao.

Above the clouds, some people were smiling, and some were silent.

It can be seen that unconsciously, these sect elites have thrown aside the rules of the rearrangement of the nine factions.

You must know that when the Lingdao Sect established this rule, there were tens of thousands of sects in the Western Frontier, and no one dared to rebel.

Many people turned their heads to look at the strong man of the Spirit Dao Sect in front of them, and then looked at Tuoba Cheng who was like a sword volley.

In the future, whose world is the West Xinjiang?

In the middle of the river, Han Muye stepped on the white feather under his feet, and his face was indifferent.

As he walked forward, he devoted a trace of his mind to probing the crane wings.

"Don't say it, this feather is faster than Zhao Yunlong's guy, not to mention, it's still steady, stepping on it, it's not awkward."

The voice of the Great Rock Dao man came.

At this time, he turned into a fresh breeze and fluttered around the white feathers.

Han Muye ignored him.

This guy is stimulated.

The Sky Crane Wing is different from the Cloud Dragon Sword.

The Cloud Dragon Sword is a magic weapon of the sword, although the combat power is not extremely strong, but it is stable, and it is a mild attribute among the magic weapons.

Such a sword weapon is suitable as a treasure for the sect to guard.

There is no machine spirit in the crane wings, otherwise it can be regarded as a magic weapon.

The Sky Crane Wing has almost no fighting power, and its biggest role is to fly.

Chase, or run.

Its speed is so fast, if it can be urged to the extreme, even the Heaven Realm Yuan Infant Overhaul will not be able to catch up.

Moreover, Han Muye could sense the existence of space power from the wings of the crane.

Nearly 100 cranes sleep in this space.

It seems that when he was on the Crane Ridge, the crane wings were the nest of the cranes.

Slowly perceiving the power of the Heavenly Crane Wing, Han Muye smiled on his face.

The biggest role of the crane wings on this day is to pass through the space barrier after blessing the power of space in the void!

In other words, with this thing, you can enter almost any world quietly.

The masters of the Cloud Heaven Realm had already discovered the Fire Source Realm, but they could only enter it through the spatial passage, because there was a heaven and earth barrier outside the Fire Source Realm.

And with the Crane Wings in his hand, Han Muye only needed to spend some spiritual energy to urge the Crane Wings to pass through the Heaven and Earth barrier.

Looking at it this way, if you go to Zhongzhou in the future, you can save the toll of the hibiscus demon.

Forget it, that bit of spirit stone still has to come out.

After all, maybe one day when it rains or snows, it will be arranged by the big demon to stay overnight in the spiritual land, right?

Han Muye showed a hearty smile on his face, the white feather under his feet urged, and the white waves were like a line, directly surpassing the elites of the sect who controlled the black turtle demon.

"Han Qixian!"

On the back of the big black fish, someone gave it up.

"Senior Brother Han!"

On the surface of the river, there are people bowing down.

"Brother Han is a good means." Gu Yuanlong stood on the long sword and arched his hand with a smile on his face.

"Brother Gu, you were born in the East China Sea, this ability to resist water and tread waves, you won't lose to Han, right?" Han Muye let out a long laugh, and the aura flashed under his feet, directly surpassing Gu Yuanlong.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Gu Yuanlong laughed, and the sword qi under his feet was vertical and horizontal, breaking the waves and moving forward.

One steps on the feathers like a fairy, and the other swords like a dragon.

The two competed, attracting countless wait-and-see.

Suddenly, the elites of the various sects subconsciously accelerated forward and began to compete secretly.

On the river, the aura of the wind is vibrating, breaking the clouds and connecting the sun, which is extremely spectacular.

"I'm afraid that there will never be such a grand occasion in Western Xinjiang for 10,000 years, right?" Above the clouds, someone sighed in a low voice.

In the cultivation world, shouldn't the immortal spirit be swaying wantonly like this, between the vertical and horizontal, everything is not in the heart?

is so free and easy, it can be regarded as cultivating immortals!

Cultivation, cultivating immortals, countless people's hearts shook.

The Western Xinjiang cultivation world has been in the camp for countless years, and the few are this kind of immortal qi!

Today, I just saw a fairy word!

"This long feather is actually a magic weapon......" Someone whispered on the cloud head.

Although Han Qixian's cultivation was ruined, he had a magic weapon to protect himself.

Even if this magic weapon doesn't look like a combat type, it's still a magic weapon in the end.

With this thing to protect himself, this Han Qi Immortal, the combat power is unpredictable!

On the clouds, the faces of the people of the Spirit Dao Sect became even more gloomy.

Why are all good things taken away by this Han Muye?

Is your own army a loss?

The chase spanned thousands of miles and ended at sunset.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose.

It's all good to have fun.

Before sunset, Han Muye flew and landed on a large island in the middle of the river, and Gu Yuanlong, who followed closely behind, also took a step.

"Han Qi's immortal methods are really extraordinary." Gu Yuanlong's face flashed with emotion.

"Brother Gu's thousands of miles of surging waves, gathering the general trend, is also extraordinary." Han Muye smiled and turned his head.

Han Muye is familiar with the newly acquired treasure, and Gu Yuanlong is gathering momentum with waves.

Swordsmanship in the East China Sea, one sword can gather thousands of waves.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Around the big island, black turtles are moored.

Most of these fish demons have been tamed, and they will not flee if they stay alone.

Some of them were not tamed, and those sect disciples did not leave their backs, but only sat cross-legged.

On both sides of the river, it was not until night fell that figures caught up.

The thousands of miles running on this river are really exciting.

It's a pity that most of these cultivators on the shore can't keep up, so they chase after them, and they lose them.

At this time, countless spiritual lights rose in Jiang Xin, and around the big island, one after another the elites of the sect sat cross-legged and practiced pranayama.

More and more people gathered on the shore, talking in whispers or meditating along to restore the depleted aura.

"Today, I saw the prosperity of cultivation in Western Xinjiang." On the bank of the river, an old man in a black robe put his hands behind his back, looked at Jiang Xin, and spoke in a low voice.

"Hehe, I can't wait to be born three hundred years later." On the side of the black-robed old man, a white-bearded Taoist shook his head and sighed regretfully.

Around, those cultivators were also looking at Jiang's spiritual light, and their hearts were full of thoughts.

On Jiangxin Island, Han Muye sat cross-legged, and Lin Shen and Lu Gao stood behind him to guard.

Han Muye closed his eyes, and his divine thoughts were gathered into the divine treasure.

At this time, in his divine hiding, golden light churned.

One by one, the mighty qi flashed, and then poured into the sea of dantian qi.

And in his sea of qi, the aura of human hope has condensed into a dark purple, and it is still accumulating.

He didn't expect that he couldn't bear to see the Heavenly Crane Domain collapse and countless living beings die, and the move of sending the Heavenly Crane Domain into the Fire Source Realm was actually to win him the aura of rushing popularity.

At this time, this person's aura of hope has already condensed into a substance.

As for the ascension of Haoran Qi, it was because of the gratitude of the Heavenly Crane Domain.

The realm that was about to collapse, there was endless resentment in it, and Han Muye took action to resolve it, and this resentment naturally became his haoran qi food.

It is no wonder that Zhongzhou wants to suppress the Quartet Realm and guard the mortal world.

Haoran Qi needs to be improved, and people need to gather souls.

The power in the Qi Sea Divine Treasure was probed clearly, and Han Muye's palm soul light moved, and a jade-colored sword pill appeared.

Yu Chen, that is, the Jade Niang that the people of Dayan Dao say.

It's a pity that the memory of this sword pill and the sword spirit are fused with Qingtong, and now they have to be recuperated.

However, without the original sword spirit and memory, Han Muye saved his kung fu and refined it directly, which was much faster.

With a slight roar, Han Muye's palm sword qi was infused, and a faint aura was around his body.

This look, it seems that the cultivation is only about condensation, and he has just crossed Peiyuan.

"Han Qixian, I don't know, I don't know if I might ask a question."

When Han Muye opened his eyes, not far ahead, a young man wearing a white robe and carrying a long sword bowed down and spoke.

A disciple of the Fire Spirit Dao Sect, Han Muye had seen it in the Heavenly Crane Domain, but he had an unknown surname.

Hearing the young man's words, Han Muye nodded with a smile and said, "The name of the immortal is all the love of the Taoist friends, how can I have any ability to be an immortal?" ”

Speaking of this, he laughed: "But I'm bored in the Sword Pavilion on weekdays, and the disciples in the sect come to lead the sword and can help solve the problems in cultivation, and I will not refuse." ”

Hearing that he would not refuse, the young man's face was overjoyed.

"Just." Han Muye's voice paused.

The smile on the young man's face froze, and then he heard Han Muye continue: "Just ask me a question, I want to collect spirit stones." ”

Han Muye turned his head and said, "Three medium-grade spirit stones, one question." ”

Three medium-grade spirit stones?

Who still lacks this spirit stone on this Jiangxin Island?

The young man's face was full of joy, and he raised his hand to hold the three spirit stones in his hand.

Han Muye waved his hand, Lu Gao stepped forward, collected the spirit stone, and turned around and handed it to Han Muye.

Han Muye took a piece and waved his hand: "Old rules." ”

Lu Gao unceremoniously handed Lin Shen a piece and stuffed it in his arms.

Han Muye accepted the spirit stone, raised his head and said, "Say it." ”

The young man nodded, looked at Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "Han Qixian, you once said that cultivation is to live well for yourself. ”

"I want to know, my generation's sword cultivation is to fight for the sake of the sword, and the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion is the merit of gathering Jiazi for a sword, so how can I live for myself?"

His voice fell, and there was silence all around, except for the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

How to live for yourself.

Han Muye once said that he lived for himself, but the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion was all about seeking a sword to escape, and after a sword, he was a mortal.

This is contrary to his own words.

Thinking about the young man's words, many people's faces became solemn.

This question seems simple, but it is related to Han Muye's own way.

What Han Muye said did not match what he did, and one day, the avenue collapsed.

At this time, not only on Jiangxin Island, but also on the sky clouds, many people had their thoughts around Han Muye.

On the bank of the river, the black-robed old man who spoke before had a fine light in his eyes, and he looked at Jiang Xin's position fixedly.

"Cultivating for oneself, I have heard these words many times, and it is not a lie for a practitioner to break off his feelings." On the bank of the river, a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back had a solemn expression on his face.

"All along, the inheritance of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion has been sacrificed, this Han Qi Immortal wants to live for himself, I don't know if he feels it, or does he want to be self-reliant?"

If the Sword Pavilion is separated from the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, this is not a good thing for the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

But if Han Muye still adhered to the way of the Sword Pavilion inheritance, then he would not be able to live for himself.

If you don't live for yourself, you go against what he said.

At this moment, everyone was waiting for Han Muye to make a choice.

After a moment of silence, Han Muye chuckled: "Before answering this question, I want to ask, why do I hold a sword when I am a sword cultivator?" ”

Why hold a sword?

For cultivation, for leisure, for the ability to protect the way, for the sword in his hand to cut the heavens and the earth?

Cultivation is not practice.

Maybe I thought about why I held a sword back then, but now, I don't remember it for a long time.

Han Muye's question, but no one answered.

Turning his head to look around, Han Muye shook his head, looked at the river, and said softly: "Tell me the story of Zhongzhou that I saw from the classics." ”

"You know, Zhongzhou rules the world with Confucianism and Taoism, there are imperial laws, and all the people are bound."

Han Muye's voice was not loud, but Jiangxin Island was full of elites, and they could hear it when their divine thoughts came.

Needless to say, it is not necessary to say it on the clouds.

As for the riverbank, some of them who have advanced cultivation also retold Han Muye's words with a smile, and also whispered about the situation in Zhongzhou.

"The law is cloudy, killing people pays for their lives, debts are repaid, and the people of Zhongzhou follow the law."

"This law protects those who keep the law, and it restricts those who have malice."

Han Muye's voice was unhurried.

Midstate Law.

Does this Han Qixian want to implement the law of Zhongzhou in Western Xinjiang?

In the future, if the Nine Xuan Sword Sect has a chance to win the championship, it will govern the Western Xinjiang with the world?

Quite a few frowned.

Practitioners do not want to accept such constraints.

On the clouds, many people turned their heads to look at Tuoba Cheng.

"The story I told happened to a Confucian student."

"This Confucian boy is extremely talented, and he is extremely optimistic in the family, and he marries the daughter of a big family, which can be described as a young man's ambition."

The boy has ambition.

Today, on this Jiangxin Island, countless people are young people.

Before the age of 100, he became an elite of the sect and competed for the position of the nine factions, who is not willing?

"But one day, the wife of the Confucian scholar cried and said that a wicked young man in the city coveted her beauty and wanted to do wrong."

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, his gaze swept around, and he said lightly: "If such a thing is put on you, what should you do?" ”

What should I do?

"Kill." Lin Shen, who was holding the big sword, spoke coldly.

"Naturally, the sword is drawn." On the other side, someone spoke loudly.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Zhongzhou's laws are strict, but it is not just a matter of drawing a sword. ”

"The law requires evidence."

"Confucian and his wife begged the county government, and the county government replied that the so-called covetousness has not become a fact, and the county government can only reprimand the evil for a few words."

"Confucian asked for the family again, and the family valued him, but what can be done with the evil in this matter?"

The evil young man apologized and left with a long smile.

"One day after the third month, when Confucian scholars were traveling with his wife, the wicked young man robbed his beloved wife with his slaves, and defiled his beloved wife in front of him, and then cut off the ten fingers of his hands, so that he could not read, cut off his tongue so that he could not speak, and gouge out his eyes, so that it was difficult to distinguish between the West and the East."

After Han Muye finished speaking, he quietly looked at the river in front of him.

"Such wicked people should have been punished a long time ago!" Someone shouted, gritted their teeth and stared.

"Zhongzhou bullshit law, indulge in evil." Someone gritted his teeth and clenched the long sword in his hand.

On the clouds, although those Jindan overhauls did not speak, they also frowned.

"Senior Brother Han, what happened to this Confucian and his wife?" Lu Gao turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

"Later?" Han Muye said lightly: "Later, Confucianism had an epiphany, became a Confucian Taoist talent realm, and in the form of Haoran Qi condensing the word, the county government and county order came forward to severely punish the evil youth, imprisoned for ten years, and exiled for thousands of miles. ”

"Don't kill this?" Lu Gao was stunned for a moment and shouted.

"Kill?" Han Muye shook his head: "Although the humiliated Confucian wife committed suicide by hanging the beam, this is suicide, and life and death have nothing to do with evil." ”

"The wicked young man did evil things, but he did not kill people, and he paid for his life, and he did not kill people, so why should he pay for his life?"

After Han Muye finished speaking, the people around him were all staring.

"Don't kill such wicked people, the law of bullshit."

"If it were me, if someone dared to look at my fellow Daoist more, I would kill him."

"If I were in Zhongzhou, I would have drawn my sword and killed people earlier."

For a time, on Jiangxin Island, both sides of the riverbank, were noisy.

Han Muye listened quietly and didn't say a word.

After a while, the questioning Fire Spirit Dao Sect disciple frowned and bowed and said, "Han Qixian, what does this story have to do with what you said about cultivating for yourself?" ”

Han Muye nodded, looked at the young man, and said lightly: "If this happened to you, what would happen to you?" ”

Without hesitation, the young man said in a loud voice, "I should draw my sword and kill people." ”

Han Muye let out a long laugh: "My generation is cultivating, isn't it just because of the disaster that is coming, and I have the power to draw the sword?" ”

When disaster comes, do you have the power to draw your sword?

When disaster comes, there is the power to draw the sword!

For a moment, countless people's hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"There is no certainty of good and evil in the world, and my generation does not cultivate swords to kill, but to have a sword in hand and the power to draw a sword."

Han Muye's eyes were full of divine light, and he whispered in his mouth: "When one day, when you meet this Confucian student and ask for help, are you willing to draw your sword for him?" ”

"Wish!" Lin Shen replied loudly.

The others nodded slightly.

"When one day do you encounter such evildoers, will you draw your sword and slay them?" Han Muye spoke again.

"Wish!"

This time, there were many, many more people answering.

"When one day the heavens and the earth are evil, will you draw your sword and punish the heavens?" Han Muye shouted.

Draw your sword and kill the sky?

Everyone was stunned.

"My generation cultivates, isn't it because I have immortal righteousness in my heart, and I cultivate my sword, isn't it because I can draw my sword to kill all the evils of the heavens?"

"If you practice just to survive, you don't dare to pull out the sword in your hand when you encounter injustice, and you still cultivate a bullshit sword?"

"Practicing for oneself, isn't it just to be able to enjoy one's mind and be an immortal?"

"Is it really the cultivation of breaking off love, enduring all kinds of suffering, and cultivating into a great turtle that has reached the sky for thousands of years?"

Han Muye shouted loudly, and the sound shook for hundreds of miles.

Between heaven and earth, his voice echoed.

On the clouds, those Jindan overhauls were silent.

After countless years of practice, they have already seen through these major repairs.

But you can see through it, do you really forget it?

On Jiangxin Island, some people breathed heavily, clenched their fists, and some people's eyes flashed, and the aura and sword light on their bodies rose.

Some people gritted their teeth, and there was an irrepressible hatred flashing in their eyes, and some people looked up, and there were tears in their eyes.

On the bank of the river, the original noise of the cultivators sitting around turned into silence.

"I remember that when I first entered the cultivation, my sister Jin'er was gentle and lovely, and my classmates liked her."

"I also have a crush on her, but I never dare to express it."

On the stone cliff on the riverbank, a middle-aged Taoist in a green robe raised his head and looked at the sky.

"When we were eight years old, we completed the sect tasks together and met the disciples of the Spirit Dao Sect."

"Just because Senior Sister Jin'er was dissatisfied with the Spirit Dao Sect robbing us of the elixir to complete the task, she said one more word."

The Taoist's eyes were bloody, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

"The disciple of the Spirit Dao Sect slashed through Senior Sister Jin'er's chest and abdomen with a wind blade."

"The blood sprayed like a spring, and I tried to hold my hands against the wound, but I couldn't."

"I remember the whispers from my sister that let me live."

"I'm alive."

"I lived three hundred and eighty years."

"I have lived as a three-hundred-and-eighty-year-old turtle with a shrunken head!"

The spiritual light on the middle-aged Daoist's body rose, and the sword intent that rushed to the sky condensed into one, staring at the sky with both eyes, and shouting.

"Lingdao Sect Zhou Chenggang, do you still remember the female cultivator in Tsing Yi who killed at the foot of Wuluo Mountain three hundred and eighty years ago?"