Confucianism and Taoism practice is the most important for epiphany.

Once you understand it, your cultivation can really soar to the sky.

However, in the end, the cultivation of the world still emphasizes gradual and gradual progress, which is the tempering of accumulation over time, and it is the accumulation of thick and thin.

How could he really go from a white-haired boy to an epiphany, cross several stages of cultivation, and become a Confucianism and Taoism master?

If you haven't reached that level of cultivation, who can have that kind of state of mind comprehension?

The biggest reason why Zhao Daosheng was able to break through was not that he really cultivated to the bottleneck, but that Han Muye used the rhubarb court method and the technique of Shinto empowerment to quietly pass on his popularity and heroic qi to the past.

This is the rhubarb court cultivation method that Han Muye deduced, and he himself is not sure if it can be useful.

Looking at it now, it works well.

In doing so, he has his own selfish motives.

God-making.

When he was a god before, he had already discovered that those remnant souls had become gods, and their cultivation foundation was too poor, and the power of the Divine Dao could not withstand too much of the power of the Heavenly Dao.

It's okay for these gods to dominate mortals and suppress low-level cultivators.

When encountering a great monk, he is completely powerless, and he will even be deprived of the rule of the Divine Domain.

The real Shinto practice should be like the Great Rhubarb Court created by Huang Tingzhu, with internal and external practitioners, self-cultivation of the divine soul, and external cultivation of heaven and earth.

Just now, Han Muye used the power of his own divine soul to manipulate the power of heaven and earth to bless and complete the act of creating gods.

Zhao Daosheng was not so much to become a Confucian master as to become a Shinto master.

In fact, most of the power on his body was infused by Han Muye, and he needed to slowly comprehend and refine it himself.

Han Muye knew about this, and Zhao Daosheng, who was standing in place, was also clear.

Han Muye asked him when he gave him an initiation.

Ask him whether he will become a Xiucai step by step, or directly become a Confucian and Taoist master.

Zhao Daosheng's choice, accepted the infusion, and became a Confucian and Taoist master.

The golden light is gone.

At this time, all the frames on the road stopped moving.

Those Confucian and Taoist students all widened their eyes, and looked at Zhao Daosheng, a young man who had overhauled his Confucian robes.

Beside him, the Confucian scholars who were traveling with him were all dazed.

"I'm Confucian, when Daxing......"

Out of nowhere, a voice rang out.

Daxing!

What a joy!

The endless majesty soared into the sky, and the purple people looked at the breath.

The power of those Confucian and Taoist cultivators began to shake uncontrollably.

This is the way of heaven to feed, and the power of humanity is induced.

Han Muye, who was in the carriage, raised his head with a chuckle on his face.

"Wen Xiang, how can you thank me this time?"

Hearing Han Muye's soft whisper, Mu Wan looked at him with some curiosity.

Han Muye shook his head and did not speak again.

Just now, he felt the change in the power of heaven and earth.

In the Tianxuan World, the power of the Great Dao has risen sharply.

Because with the help of his hand, the power of Confucianism and Taoism converged the power of Shinto successfully.

Confucianism and Taoism are superimposed on Shinto, and the power of Wenmo is also on a higher level.

The cause and effect controlled by Shinto practice is similar to that of Confucianism and Taoism, but it is more ethereal.

The combination of these two forces may be a qualitative leap.

"Zhao Daosheng, thank you, sir." Confucianism and Taoism master Zhao Daosheng stood beside the road, holding the book in his hand, and bowed to the slowly starting frame.

Not only Zhao Daosheng alone, but also those who received Han Muye's annotation, as well as the Confucian scholars standing not far away, all bowed down.

This is a sign of respect for the Archfriar.

It is also an admiration for the great monk who gave the opportunity.

The great Confucianism who can give the opportunity is the one who should be truly broad-minded.

Bai Tao held the book in his hand and smirked there.

Beside him, several Confucian scholars stretched out their heads to read the words on the book.

In the rows of ink-like handwriting, there are many neat red words.

"This sentence needs to be considered, and I suggest that it should be amended to ...... like this"

"The source of this sentence is a bill book of great Confucianism, you should be mistaken, you can go back and take a look at it."

"This sentence is a good idea, I have the quality of being studious, but I have to analyze it."

……

Full of red handwriting.

Until later, the whole text was revised in red letters.

It can be said that Bai Tao's words are simply useless.

"Brother Bai, your level of writing is not high......" A young man who knew Bai Tao said in a low voice.

To say that the level is not high is to be lifted.

Several people around him had strange expressions on their faces.

Dare to take out this article and call it a Confucian review?

Bai Tao carefully folded the book and put it into the belt.

"You don't understand."

Bai Tao's expression turned calm.

"Academic talent varies from person to person, and I, Bai Tao, only have this level, and I don't force it."

"Today, this great Confucian can comment on my article throughout, which shows that although I am bad, I am not extremely bad."

"I'll take this book back and frame it, so that it can be passed on to the next generation."

"In the future, there will be great Confucians among the descendants of my Bai family, and I must also remember my ancestor who has studied hard."

After saying that, he strode forward with a full set of clothes, and there was a light on his face.

The people around him looked at him, and they all opened their mouths wide.

Obediently, this is even thinking about things for hundreds of years after death?

All the carriages and horses marched forward, passed through the west gate of the town, and after a short walk, they came to the endless riverbank.

Ahead, the water vapor is filled, the smoke is mighty, and the green willows are shady.

At this time, the water surface is sparkling, and the painting boats are rippling, with blue, red, gold and purple.

That picture, reflecting the magnificent imperial city behind him, is unique.

The city is heaven and earth, and the river is red and dusty.

"This is the Yongding River."

Zuo Lin stopped the carriage and spoke softly.

As a native of the imperial city, he has seen the Yongding River since he was a child.

But he hadn't been here for more than a decade.

A pair of children are in charge, how can there be time to come here?

As for Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting, they came when they were children, and they don't remember.

Those scholars and students who came to the river, watching the scenery at this time, were also slowly intoxicated.

The beauty of the world is such a cloud of smoke.

In the distance, on the river, there seemed to be a faint singing voice.

Listening attentively, you can hear the faint chanting mixed with the silk bamboo, which makes people intoxicated.

"I'm a fox who has practiced for thousands of years."

"A thousand years of practice, a thousand years of loneliness."

……

White and traceless singing.

That day, the magic soul method of the fox clan can suppress the impetuousness of the mind, so that those students can slowly calm down, and they sit around the river bank.

There are clear waves, there are clear songs.

On the frame, one by one the great Confucians stepped down.

In the rear, the unmath student bowed down.

Along the way, each of these great Confucians annotated dozens of books.

can get the comments of the great Confucian, and be used for life.

How can you not worship such an opportunity?

Su Qier, who had newly become a Jinshi, stood behind Grand Master Chen Yi.

Behind Han Muye and Mu Wan, in addition to the Zuo family brothers and sisters, there were also Zhao Daosheng and Qiu Chuqi who spontaneously stood behind him.

Two Grandmasters.

On the water ahead, small boats swayed by.

On the boat were young men and women, all with red lips and white teeth, and wearing well-tailored shirts.

The sleeves of this Confucian shirt are not wide, which makes people see at a glance that they are not really Confucian students, and they can facilitate movement.

These people are uniformly dressed and look quite neat.

On that small boat, there are banners of "Han's Commercial Bank Exclusively Sponsors the Jade Epiphany Flower Society".

But now there are a lot of small letters under the banner.

"All the drinking water of the Jade Epiphany Cultural Society is provided by He's well."

"Jade Epiphany special wine sponsors Fengge Wine Workshop."

……

By the river, an old man in a purple robe led a few teenagers there, and when he saw the boat coming, he grinned.

"Haha, Brother Chen Ru is right, the sign of Fengge Wine Shop for me is very eye-catching."

"The value of this million spirit stone flowers."

Millions of spirit stones, just change this banner?

Although the young man beside him was confused, he did not dare to question it.

The old man held his stomach and turned his head to look at the servants standing behind him.

"Go, take down all the wine in the car, distribute it to all parts of the river, and all the students by the river will drink and take it for themselves today, and my Fengge Wine Shop will provide it for free."

"Grandma's, the Zhao family winery robbed the wine supply on the fairy boat, and I have to take down the propaganda by the river. Yes, publicity. ”

One by one, the servants hurriedly removed a handful of wine jars, distributed them in all directions, and then passed out the old man's words.

I heard that Fengge Distillery served free alcohol, and cheers were heard everywhere, and there were also praises and thanks to the boss.

The old man and the young man behind him both smiled when they heard this cheer.

That's fame.

"Chen Ru, this guy, really played with flowers."

The old man shook his head and took out a moon-white invitation card in his hand.

Replica.

In the middle of the river, a small boat docked, and a young man in a green robe stepped forward to check the invitation.

Each small boat crosses one person as a sign of respect.

If you take out the invitation card and check that it is correct, the teenager will send you a delicate cloth bag.

On the outside of the bag is a painting of Yunjin Xianzhou, with the commemorative words of the Jade Epiphany Flower Society.

On the other hand, it is the handwriting of "Han Family Commercial Bank Exclusively Sponsors the Jade Epiphany Flower Literary Society".

Under this handwriting is also printed the inscription, the half-saint Lu Yuzhou.

In the cloth bag, there are not only the four treasures of the first-class study, but also the handwriting of several great masters, of course, it is also a replica.

There are also a lot of other small things.

The jade pendant in the palm of your hand, the delicate seal, the oil folding umbrella and so on.

This cloth bag alone is worth hundreds of spirit stones.

Seeing that the people with invitations took out the contents of the cloth bags and looked through them, those Confucian scholars who did not have invitations were full of envy.

"Hmph, the wool is out of the sheep, three thousand spirit stones, hum." There are also sour, hateful and turn their heads away.

On the bank of the river, there is a long scroll unfolded, and the people who board the boat leave their names and surnames first.

"Zhang Zidong of Yusheng Academy of Literature, it turned out to be this one, I remember that he wrote a good poem, what is it?"

"He Jinchen, he is He Jinchen, the teacher of the White Mask Library in Suyan."

Those who left their names were recognized, and various voices were heard around.

Some people chuckled and offered hands, and some people looked indifferent.

Three thousand spirit stones are spent, which is naturally different from others.

The people with the invitations began to board the boat, and then the young man in the jade white robe in the boat stepped forward and whispered a few words.

A woman dressed in Confucian men's clothing.

The girls in Confucian clothes had a soft voice, explained the change of clothes clearly, and after obtaining permission, they stretched out their little jade white hands on the boat and gently took off the robes of those scholars.

It's really hard to be so soft, with a faint fragrance, and a visible shyness......

On the banks of the river, those scholars who watched were eager to replace them.

The person who was still a little sour, at this time, his eyes were staring at the figure that was rubbed together, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

After the outer robe was taken off and folded, the girl unfolded a white robe and asked the student to write her name and surname on the collar and carefully help her put it on her body.

When the kind of petite woman dressed herself in a robe behind her, her soft body leaned up, and her slender arms wrapped around her waist to tie her belt, many young scholars who had not passed through Fengyue Field could no longer hold themselves.

However, these girls deftly drilled in front of them, squatted down gently, got very close to adjust the belt, and went to tidy up the corners of their clothes and trouser legs.

Until they boarded the boat, many of them were still in a dream.

A thin young man turned to look at the departing boat, an irrepressible halo in his eyes.

"Her name is Mengluo."

Whispering softly, the young man clenched the sachet hanging from his coat belt.

The woman who dressed herself in a robe just now quietly hung the sachet she made on her waist, and said that this sachet would ensure that she would be famous all over the world at the literary meeting.

In the world, is there really such a beautiful encounter, such an innocent encounter?

"Dream falls, if I, Wu Tianzhen, can become famous today, I will definitely live up to your affection."

Women's sachets, what is not love?

Compared with those students sitting on the ground on the riverbank, the treatment of Confucian students with invitations is naturally different.

A change of clothes is nothing.

In the painting boat, a woman dressed in colorful clothes came to lead her to a suitable place to sit down.

The painting boat is elegant, and many people are already sitting there, with paper and pen in front of them, and melons and fruits, water and wine on the side of the table.

Someone came, either standing up to greet them, or nodding slightly.

There are also those who bow their heads and write hard, and are silent.

That's what it's like to be a student.

The red sleeves add fragrance, and the room is full of elegance.

Looking up in the painting boat, not far away is the Yunjin fairy boat hundreds of zhang long like a city in the water.

On the fairy boat, there is still a huge banner, which can be seen with the words "Han Family Commercial Bank Exclusively Sponsors the Jade Epiphany Flower Cultural Society".

Melodious piano sound, tactful singing, fairy boat, such as fairyland.

Turning your head, the riverbank in the distance is like the mundane world.

The bustling students and scholars seem to be in another world, and they will never understand what this painting boat, the fairy boat, is like.

Three thousand spirit stones, in exchange, is a transcendent feeling.

A woman dressed in colorful clothes stepped forward, prepared the pen and ink, carefully peeled the fruit, and gently served it.

At this time, this side is the Red Dust Wonderland.

The wine was not poured, and he was already drunk for three points.

……

On the bank of the river, a large white brocade cloth spreads out.

A delicate woman in a Confucian robe stepped forward with an ink pen and asked for those great Confucian inscriptions.

As for the descendants of the same Xianzhou with the Great Confucian, they left their names and surnames on the other side of the brocade cloth.

"Look, that's the great Confucian Xu Guoliang!"

Someone exclaimed, after seeing an old man leave three big characters, he led several juniors to board a three-zhang wooden boat, bypassed the painting boat in front of him, and went straight to the fairy boat.

Those who boarded the fairy boat came to lead the three-zhang wooden boat, and several women greeted each other.

Just like before, those women also stepped forward with their clothes in their hands and helped Da Confucian and their entourage change into them.

These great Confucians and their disciples are different from the previous Confucians, their concentration and vision are extraordinary, they calmly changed their clothes, and then went to Xianzhou.

Great Confucian Chen Yi.

Great Confucianism Zhang Xu.

Great Confucianism and Huang Yangwang.

……

On the deck of the originally empty fairy boat, it gradually became jade white.

The robe has large sleeves and a belt when the wind.

In just a moment, the white brocade cloth was already full of Confucian names and surnames.

Several young men stepped forward, carefully rolled up the brocade cloth, and changed it again.

"Hey, if this roll of brocade cloth is sold by the Han family's trading house, the old man is willing to give a million spirit stones." On the bank of the river, a white-haired old man spoke softly.

His words made the eyes of the Confucian students around him light up.

But think about it, and shake your head again.

The names of dozens of Confucians, this brocade cloth family is afraid to treasure the treasure of the town store.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Mu Wan, stepped forward with a smile on his face, and picked up the ink pen.

Behind them, Qiu Chuqi and Zhao Daosheng both looked at Han Muye curiously.

was instructed by Han Muye to break through, but they didn't know Han Muye's identity yet.

The pen fell, and the word Makino appeared.

"Grand Master Makino!"

Qiu Chuqi's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

Zhao Daosheng looked like this.

On the road just now, he was thinking, what kind of Confucianism and Taoism power can have the ability to make him directly become a Confucianism and Taoism master?

After thinking about it, I felt that the mysterious Grand Master Makino was the most likely.

In a word, such a person is actually guiding himself personally.

What a blessing?

"This is the Great Grandmaster Makino? So young? Someone not far away exclaimed.

"If the Great Monk breaks through early, his appearance will look younger, and besides, when he reaches the Grandmaster Realm, there is still a chance to rejuvenate, haven't you seen that Grandmaster Zhao Daosheng look like now?"

Someone shook his head and let out a voice full of emotion.

Han Muye left his name and surname, and walked on the wooden boat side by side with Mu Wan.

The brothers and sisters of the Zuo family looked excited and followed them on the wooden boat.

This is the wooden boat to board the Yunjin Immortal Boat.

With their background, I am afraid that they will never have such an opportunity in their lifetime.

Zhao Daosheng and Qiu Chuqi glanced at each other, and at the same time arched their hands: "Senior brother, please-"

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they both walked onto the wooden boat.

After getting on the wooden boat, Qiu Chuqi turned his head: "Murong Retreat, what are you still doing in a daze?" Embarkation! ”

Murong Hui, who was standing on the bank of the river, was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of surprise, and he walked over quickly.

At the bow of the boat, he paused, turned his head, and stuffed a replica of the invitation in his hand into the hand of a young man in a coarse cloth robe with a few dull patches on the placket.

"My name is Murong Hui, I don't need this invitation, I'll send it to you."

With that, he stepped onto the bow of the boat.

The boat is off the shore and goes to the fairy boat.

Until Murong Hui, who had changed into a white robe, came out of the cabin, there was a chanting from the shore.

"Brother Murong, Liu Yong, a student in Xia Yongzhou, will never forget today's kindness!"

Liu Yong on the bank of the river burst into tears.

No one laughed at him.

On the bank of the river, everyone watched with envy as Liu Yong was carried onto the wooden boat by a woman in a Confucian robe in a green robe, and then changed into a jade white Confucian robe.

In the world, there are really such lucky people!

"In Lin Sutong of Xiaguan South Academy, there is just one place for peers, which literary friend is willing to come?"

Not far away, someone raised the invitation card in his hand and shouted.

Then, there was a boiling on the banks of the river.

In other places, from time to time, some people speak out, willing to take people to the painting boat.

In this way, a few middle-aged people who were wandering on the bank of the river, holding dozens of invitations in their hands, turned pale.

They had bought invitations and were going to make a fortune in changing hands.

Looking at today's situation, an invitation of 100,000 spirit stones is definitely not a problem.

However, at this time, those who had invitations were shouting for free to bring people, and if they dared to shout for a high price, they were afraid that they would be thrown directly into the Yongding River by the angry Confucian scholars to feed the fish.

"Your name is Murong Hui?"

On the wooden boat, Han Muye looked at the little fat man who was frowning at the woman next to him, and spoke softly.

Murong retreat was shocked, turned around, and bowed: "Murong retreat to see the great grandmaster." ”

Han Muye nodded, and went to the side of the boat with Mu Wan to watch the scenery.

Qiu Chuqi, who was beside Murong Hui, glared at him hatefully, and said in a low voice: "Things that don't become instruments, such scenes, I don't know how to check them." ”

"The immortal boat is full of Confucianism and Taoism, all of them are upright and the most virtuous, and you are not afraid of being reprimanded by your predecessors?"

Murong Hui nodded with a bitter face, while the woman on the side pursed her lips and smiled, and stepped back.

"Haha, brother, why are you so late?"

"Brother, I've been on the Xianzhou for several days, anyway, it's the Han family firm that produces the spirit stone."

Looking up, in the porthole on the second floor of Xianzhou, an old man with unkempt hair was probed, disheveled, and there were two or three women with white skin beside him.

Acting squarely, the most important virtue.

Lu Yuzhou.

Murong retreat quietly took a few steps back and pressed his body towards the woman.

Han Muye shook his head with a smile, his gaze falling on the third floor of the immortal boat.

There, a porthole was open, and a woman was standing.

When I was in Jinchuan, I was in this room, in the same room as the woman standing there, and read a book all night.

Looking at each other, the woman lightly opened her lips and did not make a sound, and Han Muye could also make out the words.

"Grand Master Han Mu, long time no see."

"Senior brother, Lord Yunjin is really beautiful......" beside Han Muye, Mu Wan's voice sounded.

Can you take this stubble?