Han Muye waited in Ziyang City for three months, and finally the first furnace of Wanhe Dan was released.

At this time, Ziyang City already had hundreds of strong people from all over the big cities who had quietly arrived.

Each of them is at least the pinnacle of the god level, the half-step universe level.

There are even several cultivators who have surpassed this side of the void bearer, and they are clearly from the divine domain.

These are all strong people that Xu Ziyang is familiar with.

They sent all kinds of elixirs, and stayed in Ziyang City to catch up with Xu Ziyang.

Although Xu Ziyang did not introduce Han Muye's other identities, these days, Han Muye made a refining weapon and competed with Xu Ziyang for Dandao, which was on par.

This kind of means makes the eyes of the strong people who come from all sides shine.

The name of Master Han has been quietly spreading.

Muyue Dazun and Lu Zixu can also participate in the party from time to time.

Muyue Dazun was a little better, he was also a strong man back then, but if Lu Zixu was not the name of the Seven Families of the Divine Domain, I am afraid that he would not even have the qualifications to be looked at by the strong people present.

This originally proud junior of the elite of the Divine Domain was completely reduced to a miscellaneous person in Ziyang City.

Fortunately, Han Muye made a move and released the souls of several god-level cultivators who had followed Lu Zixu before from the Ziyang Ding.

Then Han Muye made a move to refine a few war puppets, allowing these god-level cultivators to have war puppet bodies.

This kind of means once again made these powerhouses in Ziyang City interested.

In the Divine Domain, there are not many people who can do this.

Even if those god-level cultivators controlled the battle puppet body, because their own divine soul strength was not enough, their combat power would not be able to reach the chaos level.

However, this is already a great surprise for them, not only to come back from the dead, but also to have combat power far beyond the past.

As for Lu Zixu, beyond the surprise is distress.

These war puppet bodies are all for him to pay.

The key is that the price of such a war puppet is so high, he can't buy one of them with all his wealth, let alone the current eight.

Fortunately, Han Muye didn't force him to pay, and even when he left Ziyang City, he asked Xu Ziyang to give ten Wanhe Dan to Lu Zixu on credit.

If these Wanhe Dan change hands, they can make a lot of money.

Leaving Ziyang City, everyone flew into the void and landed on the back of Zhitian Ji again.

Turning their heads to look at Ziyang City behind them, everyone had complicated expressions on their faces.

For Han Muye, what he needs to consider is the path of cultivation that he will take in the future.

He seems destined to set off a catastrophe of countless heavens and earths, struggling in it but unable to get rid of it.

The seven treasures refined by the Divine Soul Clone were related to the future, but he didn't know where the other treasures except Ziyang Ding were now.

If you can really go to the top one day, at the end of the peak, what will be the scenery?

Standing behind Han Muye, the Haotian Golden Crow, Chaos, and the Five Elements Divine Furnace, looked at the ninety-nine golden crow figures and didn't speak.

The Flood Desolation Divine Beast was preserved in Ziyang City, and the Golden Crow bloodline was preserved outside the Flood Desolation.

For the Flood Desolation Divine Beast, I don't know if this is a good thing or a sadness?

"I think it's time for us to get ready to go back to the wilderness." Chaos whispered and turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, there are some things that cannot be achieved by dodging.

Return to the Flood Wilderness and resolve the chaos in the battlefield between Kunwu and Zhou Tian.

The calamity of the desolate universe has begun, and it is a force that cannot be resisted at all except the cosmic-level power.

This catastrophe that may engulf countless cosmic worlds, they need to deal with it with all their might.

Zhitian flew away in the void for dozens of days, and then landed in a large city.

Through the teleportation array, Chaos' Chaos returned to Cold Moon City, where they continued to collect all kinds of desolate level treasures and waited for Han Muye's return.

Muyue Dazun and the God Butcher War Puppet followed Han Muye and Lu Zixu to the Divine Domain.

Muyue Dazun was originally going to return to Cold Moon City, but she took Han Muye's Wanhe Pill and needed to continue to be a thug for Han Muye.

Three Wanhe Pills, this price is something that the current Muyue Dazun can't afford even if he sells himself.

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The Divine Domain is just a specific name, and there are no specific boundaries.

When Han Muye stepped in from the light gate opened by Lu Zixu, a glimmer of crystal light flashed in his eyes.

Really.

The source of all the power in the world is about the same.

The richness of the wilderness, the vastness of Kunwu, and the divine domain of this galaxy universe are light and bright.

This is a brilliant world, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and there is no end in sight.

"Brother Han, I didn't expect that the Divine Domain turned out to be a complete world." Lu Zixu smiled on his face and spoke in a low voice.

In his opinion, even if Han Muye was knowledgeable, he had never seen the immensity of the Divine Domain.

The Divine Domain is a real world.

"I know." Han Muye looked at the endless world in front of him, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Maintained by the own strength of each cosmic-level powerhouse, this heaven and earth is the aggregation of cosmic-level powerhouses.

This is the dedication that a truly powerful person should have.

In this piece of heaven and earth, there is a display of the power of a cosmic-level powerhouse.

It is unimaginable how many cosmic-level powerhouses in the Divine Domain can make this heaven and earth stable.

Han Muye's eyes flashed.

Perhaps, it is not a cosmic-level powerhouse, but it is the urging of the cosmic-level treasure power.

Outside the Divine Domain, cosmic-level treasures are fed with the power of heaven and earth.

But in the Divine Domain, cosmic-level treasures are used to support heaven and earth.

Who willing?

If you are reluctant, who made such a rule?

Lots of mysteries.

But this kind of god domain is interesting enough.

"The place where my Lu family runs is in the southwest of the Divine Domain, and it will take a hundred days to pass from here."

"It just so happened that along the way, I took Brother Han to enjoy the scenery of the Divine Domain."

Lu Zixu looked ahead and said with a long smile.

The Divine Domain is a place where the powerful of all parties gather, not only the inheritance of the galaxy universe, but also the gathering of the powerful in many other universes.

These powerhouses have built many different styles of cities and regions in the Divine Domain, stationed in their own worlds.

For these strong people, they are the masters of that small world.

As Lu Zixu walked only a hundred miles, all parties in the surrounding mountains had already seen scattered people.

"Confucianism?"

Seeing those scholars and scholars wearing long robes and reciting poems, Han Muye whispered, and a trace of emotion flashed on his face.

Back then, in Tianxuan Zhongzhou, in the imperial city, he also practiced Confucianism and Taoism, and intersected with those great Confucians.

Huang Tingshu, Xu Wei, this kind of Confucianism and Taoism cultivation is not worth mentioning in front of the current Han Muye, but those will qualities in them are still shining.

Each of the students in the Imperial City Academy has their own pursuits.

"Brother Han is really insightful." Lu Zixu stretched out his hand and pointed around, nodded and said, "This is indeed a Confucian and Taoist inheritance. ”

"There are not many Confucian and Taoist inheritances in the Divine Domain, and this should be the Divine Domain residence of Mr. Confucian and Taoist Kong Zhongqiu."

"Mr. Kong's words can control the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers, and there are also a number of powerhouses in the divine domain."

The inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism is the most important thing to integrate all things in heaven and earth with Taoism.

There is no Heavenly Dao in the Divine Domain, but cultivators can transform into Dao in their own Dao.

Confucianism and Taoism are the best of these means.

These Confucian and Taoist practitioners in front of them are either chanting poems, or bowing their heads there to do all kinds of farm work.

These people are real people.

Mortal.

In such a treasure land as the Divine Domain, there are so many mortals living in it.

Maybe that's what makes God's Domain so special?

Han Muye walked forward slowly, and among the thatched pavilions over there, several scholars and scholars also saw them coming.

"This brother came just in time, I just drew this picture of smoke and rain, I don't know what Brother Tai thinks?"

A young man wearing a gray Confucian robe with a thin face looked at Han Muye with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Han Muye raised his eyes and saw that there was indeed a picture scroll of smoke and rain painted on the scroll of paper.

In the scroll, the mountains loom in the psychedelic clouds, and the rain drifts away.

When Han Muye saw this picture, he actually felt that there was rain falling on him.

"Illusion?"

Han Muye shook his head with a smile on his face.

"It's not an illusion, it's a way to transform heaven with your own way."

"It's a rarity."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the eyes of the young man in front of him lit up.

Several other people on the other side also showed surprise on their faces.

"Brother Tai can actually see the artistic conception in this painting?"

"Haha, confidant, come and sit here."

A few people pulled Han Muye and went to sit in the pavilion, their eyes full of joy.

As for Lu Zixu and Mu Yue and the others behind, they were all forgotten.

Han Muye was also curious about the Confucianism and Taoism that circulated in the Divine Domain, so he sat down generously and talked with these scholars and scholars.

The poems circulating here sound to Han Muye, and the rhythm is not bad, but there are more long and short sentences, and it seems that he is more pursuing the charm in them.

The charm is to reveal the induction between the Tao and the heavens.

There is no Heavenly Dao here, that Dao is the Confucianism of Mr. Kong Zhongqiu.

Borrowing the Tao of Kong Zhongqiu, sensing heaven and earth.

"Brother Han, your words are elegant, you must be good at this poetry."

"Quick, today's situation, suitable for poetry."

After talking for a while, a middle-aged scholar in a white robe held the ink pen and handed it to Han Muye.

Several others were also smiling, unfolding the paper roll.

Lu Zixu on the side chuckled.

This is Confucianism.

Confucianism and Taoism are different from other practices in that they do not rely on penance, they require understanding and understanding.

Whether Han Muye is cultivating or refining, he is powerful and talented that Lu Zixu can't imagine.

But this Confucianism, hehe.

Han Muye glanced up at Lu Zixu, as well as Muyue Dazun who was also smiling beside Lu Zixu.

Both of them were preparing to see a joke.

He shook his head and placed his pen on the roll of paper in front of him.

"Huh......"

When the stroke fell, several scholars around were stunned.

This power, it's great!

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly.

"Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

"The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes.

Looking back at the place where I have always been, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine when I return. ”

The handwriting is like a clear spring.

The paper scroll was written, leaving only a piece of ink.

Han Muye put the ink pen back, his face indifferent.

"A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Pingsheng......" The middle-aged scholar opposite was already stupid, and muttered in his mouth.

"There is no rain or shine, and there is no wind and rain and no sunshine...... "Another young man turned his head and looked out of the pavilion, clenched his fists, and kept whispering.

In the entire thatched pavilion, no one spoke again.

Everyone looked obsessed.

Lu Zixu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Han Muye sat there, there seemed to be a breeze blowing around him, and when he raised his eyes, he disappeared again.

"Hum—"

The scroll of paper moved lightly, and the words on it fluttered, condensing into an illusory figure, holding a bamboo cane in his hand, and walked away slowly.

This figure is gloomy, which makes people feel down.

But that figure is resolute, which makes people come alive from the bottom of their hearts.

These two conflicting emotions are entangled, making people feel uncomfortable.

"This is, the artistic conception of Confucianism and Taoism ......," a scholar who came back to his senses whispered.

The artistic conception of Confucianism and Taoism is the power that can be combined with the power of heaven and earth, and can be included in people's hearts and minds.

This kind of collision of forces is the method used by Confucian and Taoist practitioners for the longest time.

For example, at this time, this figure carries the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

"I'll try." A blue-robed Confucian couldn't hold back any longer, flew out, and rushed towards the figure.

"The great river falls from the sky, and the wind and clouds are born on the ground-" With the words of Confucianism, a cyan river appeared, turned into a water dragon, carried the wind and clouds, and crashed towards the figure.

The storm is turbulent.

This Confucian student, who seemed to be nothing more than a mortal, merged with the power of heaven and earth with a single word, causing the cloud dragon to fly.

Such means are the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, looking at the back of the person in front of him who was walking slowly with a bamboo cane.

The figure raised his hand, and the bamboo cane was a little.

"Through the forest, the rain."

Three big characters shone out and turned into endless raindrops.

The raindrops fell, shattering the cloud dragon's body, and the water vapor in it was absorbed.

The clouds were spreading.

Another Confucian scholar flew out and pointed out with an ink pen in his hand.

Drops of blue and black ink spilled and turned into a lotus flower.

"Sweep the clear stream, and the mud will not be clean."

The ink lotus petals bloomed in an instant, flying countless times, surrounding the figure.

This method made Lu Zixu's eyes light up.

"Good drawing." He snorted.

With ink as the bone and water vapor as the clear spring, the scattered petals are the artistic conception of the lotus.

Only the artistic conception can break the artistic conception.

"Spring breeze, blow."

The figure with the bamboo cane whispered softly.

The wind blows, and the ink disperses.

The spring breeze is blowing, the smoke and rain are misty, and the inky petals are also washed away.

"It's amazing."

Everyone in the thatched pavilion exclaimed, and then they all looked at the paper scroll in front of Han Muye, their eyes lit up.

"Brother Han, can Ren Pingsheng sell me this volume?"

"Brother Han, can I use your poem?"

"Brother Han, I have good wine, and I will definitely not get drunk today."

When you associate with literati and writers, it depends on whether you can get into his eyes.

It doesn't matter if you cultivate, you only look at your talent.

Han Muye's poem full of artistic conception has already impressed everyone in the pavilion.

Han Muye stood up with a smile on his face and turned his gaze to the front.

The inky figure slowly dispersed.

"There are such characters in Confucianism and Taoism in the world, it is rare."

"Little friend, I don't know if you would like to come to my Chongwen Pavilion as a guest?"

A voice rang out in the void.

When this voice sounded, several Confucian scholars in the thatched pavilion stood up, bowed down and said, "I've seen Shizun." ”

Lu Zixu's eyes showed surprise, and he whispered: "It's Mr. Kong!" ”

Han Muye also raised his hand and said with a smile: "I want to do what I want." ”

He moved, and stepped out of the pavilion, and the dissipated figure holding a bamboo cane seemed to coincide with his body.

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine.

(End of chapter)