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

Can you take this stubble?

Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, and stepped onto the immortal boat.

Inside the porthole, the Yunjin County Lord's eyes were lowered.

"Sister, why do you have to marry Donghai?"

On the third floor of Yunjin Xianzhou, Yun Sain, who was standing behind Yun Jin, said urgently: "I made an imperial poem, and the position of the prince has been stabilized." ”

"Sister, wouldn't it be good for you to stay in the Imperial City?"

Seeing that Yun Jin by the porthole was unmoved, Yun Satin lowered his voice: "Sister, are you because he already has a Taoist couple by his side?" You're the county lord, you're going to rob it-"

Before she finished speaking, Yun Jin turned around.

"How did you get your imperial poem?"

Yun Satin was stunned.

She muttered a few words, but did not answer.

"Why are you wearing this woman's dress today?" Yun Jin's gaze fell on Yun Sain's slender waist and full chest.

The younger sister who wears women's clothes is pure and smart, and her beautiful face is not worse than herself at all.

The point is that women are the ones who please themselves.

My own sister, wearing this women's dress, who to see?

A hint of blush flashed on Yun Satin's face, and he stomped his feet and said, "Sister, what do you mean, it's the rules of your fairy boat, and women wear such clothes." ”

"You, I'll go and change it back."

She said this, but she didn't really turn away.

Lord Yunjin looked at her and sighed lightly.

"Silly girl, our family has been pushed to this point, and there is no turning back."

"Marriage with the East China Sea is a royal plan, can you really make your own decisions?"

"Even if you sit in that seat, I'm afraid you can't change it."

Yun Jin's voice was lonely.

Compared to coming to the Imperial City, she prefers to be as comfortable as when she is in Jinchuan.

Now their family is about to become the pinnacle of mortal existence.

But is that really what they want?

Yun Jin lowered his head and looked at Han Muye, who had already boarded the immortal boat.

That night, she flipped through the book, and he annotated.

Just like many ordinary students in the Imperial City.

"Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flower is heavy in the official city."

Yun Jin murmured from his mouth that only he could hear: "That red and wet place should have been written about the shyness of my daughter's family, but I don't want to, but it's blood and tears that are hard to break......"

On the fairy boat, the melodious sound of the piano and the singing are more tactful.

"Can you dance another dance for you, just for the review when you parted, you see the clothes fluttering, the clothes fluttering, the sky and the earth have turned into nothingness for a long time......"

……

Han Muye boarded the immortal boat, and Qin Suyang, who was smiling in front of him, stood there.

Qin Wuyuan bowed and saluted.

Qin Siyu, Baili Tongyun and some other juniors were not far away, looking at this side curiously.

Huang Tingzhu and Baili Xinglin nodded with a chuckle.

The words are really light, Zhang Xu......

Han Muye and Mu Wan stepped forward, and Lu Yuzhou, who had already been neatly tied, walked over with a smile and led them to meet those great Confucians.

As for Qiu Chuqi in the back, they are not qualified to go to that circle yet.

Murong retreated his eyes, pulled Qiu Chuqi, and whispered a few words in the ears of Zhao Daosheng and Zuo Yulong, and then a few people quietly went in the direction of those great Confucian juniors.

If you can't melt into the circle of Confucianism, can't you get acquainted with these juniors?

Han Muye didn't know many people on the ship, and there weren't many people who knew him.

But most of the big Confucians on this deck, Han Muye have been famous for a long time.

Similarly, for Han Muye, who is a god in one word, these Confucians are also curious.

Lu Yuzhou's character may be debatable, but he does have a wide range of friends.

There were also Qin Suyang and Huang Ting standing aside, and they were really light and they were also helping to introduce, and for a while, the deck was hot.

After going around in a circle, Han Muye only felt sweating all over.

Mr. Lu Jiuyuan, Mr. Xiangshan, once wrote a sensational question in the world, asking questions, asking questions, and learning from Confucianism and Taoism.

Zhou Dunshi of the Water and Land Academy, enlightened for 30 years, and passed on to Zhongzhou with the name of "out of the mud without staining".

Donglai Library Lu Dacheng, the way of heaven is natural, I am nature.

……

Each of them is a work, and each of them is a profound Confucianism and Taoism.

Compared with these people, Han Muye felt ashamed.

Perhaps, these great Confucian and Taoist cultivators may not be as high as themselves, but these people have cultivated all their lives and become self-contained, and they are the most persistent seekers.

Every such person is worthy of admiration.

Of course, Han Muye's accumulation is not bad.

At least the golden sentences that emerge between the words can make people feel emotional.

"If I look at the flowers, the flowers and I are quiet."

"Everything in the world is just a word."

"I'm here, I'm thinking."

Many of those Confucian and Taoist powerhouses who have cultivated to the top of the great grandmaster have already seen obstacles, and they were bewitched by Han Muye's words with their hearts, and their hearts were full of shock for a while.

From the derivation of the rhubarb court, Han Muye has a better understanding of Confucianism and Taoism.

The so-called stone of the mountain can attack jade, and by means of the Tao, he can see through Confucianism and Taoism better.

Cultivate virtue externally, and cultivate the state of mind internally.

As big as the heart is, the heavens and the earth are as wide as they are.

In Confucianism and Taoism, the most feared thing is that there is no support in the heart.

On the bow deck of the Xianzhou boat, the great Confucians from all walks of life gathered, which was really a rare Confucian and Taoist event.

Lu Yuzhou turned his head to look, and a trace of regret flashed on his face.

"The last time the Jade Epiphany Cultural Meeting, it was Qingteng who overwhelmed the Confucianism."

Hearing his words, Yan Zhenqing and the others also looked around, and then shook their heads.

Xu Wei, who was caught in the obstacle, did not arrive today.

Perhaps, he may not be able to come again in this life......

"Half a life down, already, become, Weng-"

On the river, some people chanted poems and songs, and boats came.

The small cyan wooden boat swayed and came to the fairy boat.

That line of poetry echoed, and it seemed that the whole world was sad and lonely.

An invisible sense of desolation instantly permeated the river.

"Half a life is down, hey, who is not down, all are empty......"

Above the fairy boat, someone whispered and sighed softly.

How is the Grandmaster, how is the Grand Master? What about the demi-saint, the avenue is endless, turning into nothing.

In the room on the third floor of Xianzhou, the golden light of the jade crown on Yun Satin's head flashed, making her complexion constantly change.

Yun Jin had already fallen to the ground, tears sliding down his face.

Yun Satin stepped forward and hugged her sister gently.

Confucianism and Taoism practitioners are depressed, and their daughter's family, isn't it empty of their sincerity and unspeakably sad?

That sentence has become a man in half a life, which has attracted countless resonances.

The great Confucians on the fairy boat are like this, and the people on the painting boat around them are even more trembling.

Confucianism and Taoism practitioners either bowed their heads and were silent, or sighed gloomily, and many of the women in colorful clothes were sobbing in low voices, crying with feelings.

They are all truly pitiful people.

There were a few Confucian scholars who had fallen before, and they also closed their eyes, and their bodies trembled.

On the bank of the river, scholars stood up, those with gray hair were all tears in their eyes, and the wine glasses in their hands trembled, and they couldn't reach their mouths.

On the immortal boat, Yan Zhen frowned lightly and said, "Qingteng, is there another obstacle?" ”

Green Ivy.

Mr. Qingteng Xu said.

When he fell into a disability, he was out of the world's sight for more than 100 years.

Because this kind of obstacle will be unconsciously triggered, and then it will resonate with outsiders.

Just like now, Xu Wei's poem can make countless Confucian students empathize and feel sad.

On the immortal boat, only those half-saints who have become the realm of heaven and earth are not affected by the obstacles.

The power of the Dao domain is above the obstacle of rebirth, and there is your own world as the Dao mark in your heart, and you will not be lost.

On the river, the boat fluttered lightly, and Xu Wei's voice sang again.

"Half a life has become a man, and the independent bow is howling in the wind."

The breeze is blowing in your face, and you can't forget where you are.

"Where to sell the pearl at the bottom of the pen, idle throwing in the smoke waves."

Downcast, decadent.

Xu Wei's poems and essays exhaust the plight of the bleak literati.

Whether you say clear or high, or you say wind and bones, in the end, only you know whether it is warm or cold.

This desolate singing voice, superimposed on the gentle white fox ballad before, made people suddenly feel that there was nothing to love.

In this life, everything is empty.

Countless dazed Confucianism and Taoist cultivators stood up and stared at the water in front of them, as if they had jumped to liberation.

This is the means of Confucianism and Taoism.

In a word, it can make people lose their minds and not know whether they are alive or dead.

This kind of means made Bai Wuji's fingertips, who had been stroking the piano constantly, tremble slightly.

With such an overhaul, the power of the mind is comparable to that of the Nine-Tails.

The last one that surprised her was Han Muye.

Outside the fairy boat, everyone is lost.

On the fairy boat, there are still many people with clear expressions.

Lu Yuzhou, who was frowning, turned his head and looked at Han Muye, slightly stunned.

At this time, Han Muye himself was not unusual, but instead hugged Mu Wan, who had tears in his eyes, in his arms and comforted him softly.

"Brother, you can't let Xu Qingteng's poem spoil the Jade Epiphany Literary Society." Lu Yuzhou laughed and turned his head to look at the others.

Qin Suyang and the others all had smiles on their faces.

They are all half-saints, with calm expressions, and there is no worry about losing their minds.

But they are naturally inconvenient to make a move at this time.

Xu Wei is not a half-saint yet.

In their opinion, Han Muye was a junior, and he was not affected by the power of the obstacle.

Then this shot can only be Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and looked up at the wooden boat that was only a few hundred zhang away.

Xu Wei, who was standing on the boat, was wearing a black robe and smiling.

The space around him was distorted, as if he were in another world.

The power of the divine soul is too strong, and it can't be achieved in the Dao realm, and its own strength can't be stabilized, and it's on the verge of being lost.

At the beginning, Han Muye's elixir could save Xu Wei's life, but it couldn't make him wake up completely.

So for such a long time, Xu Wei has been boating on the river, and rarely intersects with people.

Looking at Xu Wei, Han Muye also had a smile on his face.

He didn't blame Xu Wei for a poem that suppressed the audience, so that this literary meeting could not be held.

The more things like this come, the better the story.

There are demi-saints in the literary society, and there will be no major mistakes.

But at this moment, it's time for him to recite a poem.

It doesn't matter if the limelight is taken up by Xu Wei, but if this obstacle is not broken, for many people, it will hurt their hearts.

That's not good.

Raising his hand slightly, Han Muye's voice sounded.

"Hardship, up, one, through ......"

This life is hard, and the head is poor.

Han Muye said a word, and those half-saint powerhouses who were still awake on the immortal boat all changed color.

Among those who were originally caught in the disability, non-Confucian and Taoist practitioners were okay, and they did not empathize with this sentence, only a little sad.

Those Confucian and Taoist monks who have studied hard for countless years and are still struggling are already sad and angry in their hearts and cannot control themselves.

"I've been studying poetry and books for 60 years, but that's all it ...... end."

"Hard encounters, once difficult to read, life is ......"

The more great Confucianism is, the more I feel it in my heart.

Lu Yuzhou, Yan Zhenqing and the others looked at Han Muye strangely.

Isn't this guy going to break Xu Qingteng's puzzle? Why is this poem not only not breaking the game, but matching with it, making people even more eager to get rid of it?

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he looked at the turquoise river in front of him, and spoke again.

"Once the hardships have been encountered, there are few stars around. Mountains and rivers are broken, and the wind is fluttering—"

The Imperial City of Zhongzhou has not been in conflict for 10,000 years, but the people in the Imperial City, who has not floated in vain?

Outside of Tianxuan, the blood-stained golden armor, where the Red Flame Army is buried, is the broken mountains and rivers.

Han Muye's voice echoed, and there seemed to be a whimper between heaven and earth.

This is the sorrow of this heaven and earth, for the countless heroes who have never returned, for the countless broken mountains and rivers of heaven and earth.

If Xu Qingteng's poems are sentimental and sad, then Han Muye's poems have shared the sorrow of heaven and earth.

The way to hurt oneself cannot be held by the great grandmaster.

But heaven and earth are sad together, and the half-holy Dao domain is shaking, as if nine days are crying!

At this moment, Lu Yuzhou was three feet away, his body was full of green energy, his body trembled, and his eyes widened.

He has only been in the Dao domain for a short time, and the world that has been integrated into the Tianxuan into Dongshan County is not just a little fighting, and the stars are broken?

Yan Zhenqing's face was solemn, and he turned his head to look at Lu Yuzhou with some doubts, and then looked at Han Muye.

"Aren't they brothers, look at it now, it seems," Huang Ting turned his head to look at Lu Yuzhou, and said in a low voice: "Old Lu's domain is unstable......"

One sentence of ordinary Confucianism, two sentences of suppressing half-saint Confucianism, Han Muye's poem seems to be going to wipe out everyone by the Yongding River today with Xu Qingteng?

Qin Suyang's eyes flashed, staring at Han Muye.

He was very curious about what the full text of Han Muye's poems was.

Is it to show his own cultivation, deliberately join forces with Xu Qingteng, suppress everyone, lead the demi-saint to make a blockbuster, or do you want to turn the tide and die without being shocking?

Before the full text was published, no one knew Han Mu's ambitions.

But above the bow of the ship, there was already a faint aura surging on the bodies of several demi-saints.

If Han Muye's poems really had the intention of causing trouble, they would take action.

Han Muye seemed to realize something, turned his head, chuckled, and then spoke loudly.

"Once the hardships have been encountered, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs. ”

The first three sentences say Confucianism and Taoism, but the last sentence includes everyone who paints a boat on the Yongding River.

Those women in green clothes and colorful clothes were full of sorrow.

On the third floor of Xianzhou, Yun Jin and Yun Satin hugged each other and cried.

In another room, the strings in Bai Wuji's hands vibrate, and his fingers slowly left, leaving only a sigh.

Without waiting for everyone to feel like duckweed, Han Muye's voice resounded again.

"Panic beachhead said panic, zero ding crossed the sigh zero ding."

Lonely and miserable, life is painful.

Sad to the extreme, there is no love in life.

On the wooden boat, Xu Qingteng looked dazed, turned his head to see that he was standing alone, the fairy boat in front of him was in the wind, and the boat warbler Yanyan was painted around.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected, and there is only one person in this life.

The most terrible thing in life, isn't it this kind of despair?

Xu Wei lowered his head, and the void obstacle on his body churned.

One step forward is life and death.

Above the immortal boat, Qin Suyang took a deep breath, and there was sword intent circulating on his body.

He took a step forward, his eyes swelling with divine light.

Tongue sword Su Yang.

At this time and now, the only one who can break through the world with a word is him Qin Suyang.

Han Muye's poems suppressed Confucianism, suppressed heaven and earth, and saddened the mundane, and even Xu Qingteng was confused.

If Han Muye's last poem had not been reversed, Qin Suyang could only break through the world with his tongue and sword, and let everyone wake up.

But in this way, those who have broken Dao hearts have no possibility of going further in this life.

That's how powerful the Great Monk is.

One sentence cuts off the path of ten thousand people.

There are so many Confucianism and Taoism overhauls present today, and one of them is cut off, which is a disaster for Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism.

Qin Suyang's tongue broke the world, and today's article will definitely be dispersed, and he will not mention it in the future.

Moreover, after today, the world only remembers Han Muye's suppression of heaven and earth.

One person, one poem.

Could it be that in today's situation, Han Muye is calculating in every possible way, just to be famous in the world?

Qin Suyang's eyes narrowed.

Ahead, Han Muye's voice sounded.

"Man, life, self, ancient, who, nothing, death—"

Die!

Only one death can be liberated!

He really wanted to fulfill his own way with the lives of countless people!

The sword light on Qin Suyang's body merged with Haoran's qi, and the sword light slashed down in the air.

Today, the world is not broken, and hundreds of thousands of people present are afraid of dying!

Break the world to save everyone, but cut off the path of countless great monks.

After today's sword, Qin Suyang has no possibility of standing in the imperial city.

But this sword, he must come out!

He Qin Suyang cultivated Confucianism and Taoism into a semi-saint, Confucianism and the way of the sword combined, achieved the name of the tongue and sword, and then turned to the Dan Dao, compassion for the heavens and people, and became a Dan Dao semi-saint.

Confucianism, swordsmanship, and Dan are all the pinnacles of adulthood.

But in the final analysis, he is still the Qin Suyang who acted decisively and suppressed the East China Sea with his tongue and sword!

"Hum—"

The sword light slashed down.

Han Muye raised his head, with no sadness or joy on his face.

"Let him speak." In the void, a voice came.

The sound just started, and the whole world seemed to be frozen.

Qin Suyang's long sword also stopped in mid-air.

In the world, there is only one person who can determine the sword of the half-saint with one word.

Literature.

The sound of the text.

Han Muye laughed, looked up at the world in front of him, and shouted loudly.

"My generation cultivates, cultivates the body, cultivates the mind, cultivates the avenue of heaven and earth, and what I seek is nothing but leisure, but immortality."

"There is heaven and earth in the heart, and immortality cannot be obtained."

"It's heaven and earth, but it's just the twinkling stars in the endless void, a little bright in the long river of time."

"The deceased is like this, life and death are just a moment, in this life, what should I ask for?"

What do you want?

What do you want in this life?

On the Yongding River, on the bank of the big river, everyone looked up.

Han Muye stood at the bow of the boat, clenched his fist with one hand, his voice was like gold and iron, and he shouted loudly.

"Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat!"

"Boom-"

Between heaven and earth, lightning and thunder roared.

Endless mountains and rivers, blue sky and blue sky.

On the river, all the sorrow dissipated.

Instead, it is impassioned, it is loud, it is not wasted, life is not repeated, it is fierce, and it is sacrificed for righteousness!

The world is a waste, but one death.

But there is more to the world than life and death!

The only death through the ages of hardships is to leave a name for history.

Above the river, the phantom of the sword dispersed.

The breeze is blowing and the waves are rippling, which is really a good scenery.