Zhao Ming didn't know why his son-in-law suddenly became so excited, but since his son-in-law was happy, he was naturally happy.

Walking in the Demon Palace, Su Mu really felt the heritage of a wealthy family, and all kinds of pavilions and pavilions, garden rockeries, were all available in the huge palace.

There's even a man-made lake!

Just wanting to visit the palace all over the place, it is estimated that he will not be able to finish it in two days, Su Mu feels that if it weren't for Zhao Ming by his side, he would probably have to get lost.

After leaving the courtyard, the people in the house saw Su Mu and looked at them with curiosity and reverence while saluting.

Regarding Su Mu's natural stupidity, only the Xu family, the housekeeper, and a few people who were responsible for taking care of his daily life knew about it, and this secret was strictly controlled.

Outsiders only thought that Su Mu lived in a simple house, studied and studied behind closed doors, and rarely showed up.

If it were an ordinary person who didn't show up from childhood to adulthood, it would naturally be abnormal, but who is Su Mu?

He's the son of a Confucian saint!

The son of a peerless figure such as Confucian Shengna is naturally not comparable to ordinary people, and it is reasonable to do anything.

It's the rainy season, and the sky is drizzling with a light rain, making a crisp sound on the surface of the lake.

Su Mu got tired after walking around the house, so he casually found a water pavilion to rest and enjoy the hazy scenery on the lake.

As soon as I sat down, there were beautiful maids waiting with delicate snacks and spiritual fruits, which was very comfortable.

"This is the life of the second generation."

Su Mu sighed from the bottom of his heart, there is a Confucian saint as a father, he is not called gnawing at the old, this is called early retirement.

Looking at Zhao Ming, who was standing respectfully on the side, Su Mu patted the position beside him and said with a smile: "Don't stand stupidly, sit down, don't be so restrained." ”

"Thank you, Childe!"

Zhao Ming was a little flattered, and carefully sat down next to Su Mu, secretly praising in his heart that he was worthy of being the son and son of a Confucian saint, and he treated his subordinates so kindly.

Su Mu opened his mouth to eat a grape that the maid had peeled and brought to his mouth, and asked, "I heard Uncle Zhao say that you are a seven-rank soldier monk. How strong is Qipin? What means does a soldier monk have, and how should he cultivate? ”

Su Mu's eyes were blazing, and he asked several questions in one breath.

Cultivation is something he is quite interested in, after all, who doesn't have a dream of flying away from the sky and moving mountains and reclaiming the sea?

Now that he has crossed into this Xianxia world, and there is a peerless strong father, if he doesn't cultivate, he will really waste such a good background in vain, which is simply intolerable.

Zhao Ming got up and pulled out the long knife that he was carrying cross-body at his waist.

"Childe, please look!"

The bright blade shook Su Mu's eyes a little stinging, and there was an inexplicable feeling of palpitations in his heart.

And Zhao Ming, who was holding a sharp blade in his hand, his whole person's momentum changed completely, and he was full of sky-high sharpness.

Zhao Ming looked at the lake, and then cut it out directly!

Invisible Gang Qi surged out from his blade and swept towards the surface of the lake, and the lake water was cut in half like a piece of tofu, and even the silt at the bottom of the lake could be seen!

However, the qi dissipated after only flying out of the zhangxu, and the water that had been cut open also closed again, stirring endlessly.

And this scene also made Su Mu's eyes widen in shock.

What he saw in front of him was far beyond his cognition, although he knew that there were cultivators in this world, but when he really saw this great power, he realized how terrifying it was.

Cutting open the lake with a knife, is this something that people can do?

If this knife falls on a person, what will it do?

And Zhao Ming, who cut out this knife, was not red or panting, and seemed to be very casual.

After putting the knife into the sheath, he said: "Childe, what the soldiers cultivate is the battle array killing, martial arts and martial arts. What I showed just now was the Seven Rank Martial Arts. ”

"As for the grade division, all the sons and hundreds of schools are nine to one grade. Taking the soldier family as an example, Jiupin is just ordinary, and it is stronger than ordinary strong men. Eight products have the power of nine oxes, the fist can break the boulder, fast as a galloping horse. The seven-rank monk is like a rainbow, and he can already be called a little master with one enemy and one hundred. ”

Zhao Ming briefly explained the three grades for Su Mu.

He is now in the realm of the seventh grade.

After hearing this, Su Mu couldn't help but admire: "With one enemy and one hundred, it is really amazing, and he is worthy of being a soldier monk." ”

Soldier repair, soldier repair, as soon as you hear this name, you know that it is a killing billet.

After listening to Zhao Ming, he felt even more so.

"Childe is wrong."

Zhao Ming shook his head when he heard this, his eyes sparkled, and said, "If it's just like this, how dare my soldier monk call himself the number one meritorious soldier?" ”

"The strength of military cultivation is not strong in individuals, but in battle formations! On the battlefield, we can show the strength of our soldier monks to the greatest extent! ”

"The difference in strength between each grade is huge, and the seventh-grade military cultivation can crush the eighth-rank and ninth-grade cultivators."

"But if there is an eighth-rank military cultivator who leads dozens of ninth-grade cultivators to form a battle formation of my soldiers, he will be able to fight seventh-grade or even sixth-rank soldiers!"

"Raise ten thousand into one, cross the border and kill the enemy, this is the strength of my military cultivation!"

Zhao Ming's tone was full of strong confidence.

Although the individual combat strength of the military monks is excellent, it is not at all comparable to the various methods of Confucian cultivation and Dharma cultivation, let alone the Buddhist cultivation known for its sanctification in the flesh.

But the most terrifying thing about the soldier monk is the success.

As long as there are enough of them, as long as they form a battle formation, they can crush everything!

When Su Mu was attentive, a harsh voice full of sarcasm suddenly came.

"Laughing to death, no, no, no, there are still people blowing about military cultivation these years? A bunch of brainless warriors. ”

Su Mu looked up and saw a big red-haired bird squatting on the railing at some point, it was the talking bird he had seen in the yard before.

At this time, it was looking at Zhao Ming condescendingly, although the bird's face was expressionless, Su Mu could clearly see the meaning of disdain and disdain from above.

"Where did the demon beast come from!"

Zhao Ming was startled when he saw the red-haired bird, and pressed his hand on the long knife on his waist, making a gesture to pull out the knife from its sheath.

"You're the monster! Your whole family is a monster! ”

The red-haired bird was furious when he heard this, and said with a fried hair: "Master Bird, I am a spirit animal!" You vulgar martial artist! ”

Saying that, it jumped up directly and pecked Zhao Ming.

But Zhao Ming was agile, so he caught it directly, looked at Su Mu and said, "Childe, this bird looks very fat, it is better to send it to the kitchen, the demon beast meat is greatly replenished, just to replenish your body." ”

When the red-haired bird heard this, he suddenly struggled even more violently.

"Let it go."

Su Mu felt very funny when he saw the appearance of the red-haired bird, although this talking bird didn't know where it came from, and he didn't know if it was his sworn brother of his Confucian father, but since it could appear in his yard, it meant that there was no danger.

Zhao Ming let go of the red-haired bird as he said, and the latter hurriedly jumped onto Su Mu's shoulder and glared at Zhao Ming angrily.

"Military cultivation is vulgar! All the soldiers in the world use one brain, and you are still blowing the horn there, it's really disgusting! Vomiting ——! ”

The red-haired bird vomited, and was extremely sarcastic, and seemed to have great prejudices against military cultivation.

Zhao Ming is also a teenager after all, and when he heard the red-haired bird despise military cultivation, he retorted angrily: "My military cultivation is the first in the world, this is a recognized fact!" ”

The red-haired bird stood firm on Su Mu's shoulder, raised his bird head and squinted at Zhao Ming, and sneered with disdain: "Then tell me, why did the Soldier Saint lose to the Confucian Saint in the Three Saints War?" That's what you call killing first? ”

Zhao Ming's face suddenly turned red, and after being silent for a long time, he whispered unwillingly: "Losing to the master, can it be called losing?" Who can defeat the formation of our soldiers' battle formation? Even the most elite army of the demon clan has to retreat, you have to look at the whole! ”

"The soldier saint was beaten by the Confucian saint."

"I have the largest number of soldiers!"

"The soldier saint was beaten by the Confucian saint."

"My soldier cultivation is invincible in close combat, even in the face of Buddha cultivation, I dare to fight physically!"

"The soldier saint was beaten by the Confucian saint."

No matter what Zhao Ming said, the red-haired bird replied with a word, making Zhao Ming tremble with anger.

In the end, he showed a fierce look, directly drew his knife, and gritted his teeth at the red-haired big bird and said, "Childe, let's drink bird soup at night!" ”

The red-haired bird hurriedly hid behind Su Mu, poked out a bird's head and shouted: "The soldier saint was beaten by the Confucian saint!" ”

Zhao Ming almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Su Mu couldn't help but laugh at the bickering between the two, stopped Zhao Ming, and then asked, "I'm also quite curious, how did my father defeat the Soldier Saint and the Law Saint back then?" ”

The eight-rank soldier cultivator can kill the seventh-grade with a group of nine-rank soldiers.

That soldier saint who is a first-class soldier and takes a group of strong people to fight another saint is undoubtedly an advantage.

But even so, he still lost to his father, and it was still with the presence of the Fa Sheng to join forces with him.

Is the Confucian saint so fierce?

Zhao Ming put the knife into the sheath, a deep look of awe flashed on his face, and said: "More than twenty years have passed since the Three Saints War, and I was not born at that time, and I don't know the specific details. ”

"But I heard my father say that on the battlefield that day, millions of troops formed a formation, and the master triggered the thunder of the nine heavens, turning the battlefield of thousands of miles into thunder, like the god of thunder descending and breaking the battle array."

"At this point, no one dares to say that Confucian cultivation is not as good as military cultivation."

"The soldier saint in that battle was seriously injured, the law saint was defeated and retreated, and the master was unharmed, so Chu and Li retreated, and the danger of my great Yan's destruction of the country was lifted."

Even if he is a military cultivator, when talking about the deeds of the Confucian saint defeating the soldier saint, Zhao Ming still felt his blood boiling.

Because before the identity of military cultivation, he was a native of Yanguo.

There is no distinction between countries, but people do.

After listening to this, Su Mu was fascinated in his heart, causing the heavenly thunder to land, making the battlefield of thousands of miles become thunder.

What an immortal trick!

Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, just listening to Zhao Ming say it, he could imagine what it was like.

"How is Confucianism cultivated? How can I fix it? ”

Su Mu was excited in his heart and couldn't wait to ask.

If it is the same as the online articles he read in his previous life, copying poems and articles can quickly improve his strength, isn't it beautiful!

Zhao Ming replied: "Confucianism and Taoism can be practiced by everyone, and scholars in the world can practice Confucianism regardless of Confucianism, Legalism, and soldiers." Childe, you are the son of a Confucian saint, and your future achievements will be extraordinary. ”

"As for how to cultivate, it's actually quite simple. Scholars read books to cultivate heroic spirit, and use poetry and articles to fight the enemy, and there are many means. ”

"The more outstanding the literary talent, the more powerful the cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism. The better the poems and articles written, the higher the Confucianism and Taoism will be. ”

"Confucianism mainly pays attention to self-cultivation, Qi family, ruling the country and leveling the world, when the old man did this step to achieve the sub-sage. Subsequently, he completed the three immortal meritorious deeds of Confucianism and made meritorious deeds, and became a Confucian saint. ”

Su Mu's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.

Poetry article!

It's really the same as described in the online article!

As a traverser, I also traveled to a world where I could cultivate Confucianism and Taoism.

Although he is a science and engineering dog, thanks to his uncle being a Chinese teacher, he was forced to read all kinds of books when he was in high school.

Four Books and Five Classics, Lao Zhuang, Spring and Autumn, Zuo Chuan, Lisao...... In my uncle's words, it is wise to read, especially this kind of hand-me-down classic.

Whether it can be wise Su Mu doesn't know, but he is familiar with so many books, not to mention that it is so exaggerated as reciting it backwards, but he must have some impression of most of the contents.

Su Mu had never thanked his uncle so much.

Uncle, you forced it so well!

"Qin, Han, Tang, Song and Ming! I have a brilliant literary star in Chinese history, and a few hundred of those poems and songs are estimated to be enough for me to become a great Confucianist in this world! ”

"Then I will concentrate on studying for a few years, sort out a set of doctrines, and complete the set of Yangming Xinxue."

"Saints can be expected!"

Su Mu's heart was beating faster and his blood was boiling, but he was still silent on the surface.

He already saw his future in the future.

That is Confucianism and Taoism!

What Confucian saint father can compare to Confucius and Mencius or Wang Yangming?