Ying Dangdang sank his face and looked at Wuji coldly, without any smile on his face.

Mowgli was uncomfortable with him. "What are you doing so strictly, if there are disagreements, you can discuss it. ”

"There are some issues that cannot be discussed. Ying dared to put away the book. "Sacrifice to God is like God, and the key is the word awe. If you are not respectful or fearful, how can you sacrifice to the major affairs of the country, only worship and worship, be in awe, and serve the gods is the duty of the disciples of the Heavenly Academy. How can you preside over the sacrifice if you are so negligent?"

"But, I think it's ......"

"You still don't understand anything, so you question the thousand-year-old ritual, are you too confident?" Ying dared to frown. "You'd better correct your attitude and reflect on your attitude. I'll go back to the palace. ”

Wuji raised his eyebrows: "Go to see your queen mother?"

"Yes, I want to reconsider the candidates after the establishment of the father and the queen mother, at least adjust the plan. At present, you simply do not have the conditions to become a great teacher. Ying Dare paused, and said in an accentuated tone: "Whether it is mentality or knowledge. ”

Ying dared to throw down Wuji and left.

Wuji stood in the courtyard, practicing the ritual alone, savoring the great changes brought about by this small adjustment.

He may be stubborn, but he is by no means self-righteous and dares to speak. He believed in his own practice more than books, especially the books of his time. Practice proves that what the book says is wrong, and that is wrong, even if the book has been read for thousands of years.

He has the experience of practicing swords, and knows that the subtle adjustment of posture can not only affect the muscles, bones, muscles, and meridians, thereby affecting the effect of force, but also may have a certain impact on the mental outlook.

A person with his head held high, or a person with a bent back, who is more imposing?

In order to cultivate sword intent, he listened to Ying Dare to play the piano for seven days, except for hypnosis. The effect is basically equal to zero.

But when he fought with Xie Guanglong, he saw the meaning of flowing water from Xie Guanglong's knife technique at a glance. That's because he saw the changes in Xie Guanglong's subtle movements, and saw more curves and rotational movements, rather than sword moves that were wide open and closed like a zhang hong, mainly in straight lines.

Therefore, he has enough reason to believe that his understanding of "sacrificing to the gods as if the gods are there" is correct, and at least it is closer to the truth than those metaphysical explanations of Ying Dang. In order to confirm his theory, he carefully adjusted the posture of the ritual, compared it repeatedly, and finally found the most suitable posture.

It's like practicing a sword. He wants to get it right from the start and make as few detours as possible.

His defeat to Xie Guanglong does not mean that his theory is wrong. On the contrary, being able to fight with Xie Guanglong, who has been practicing swords for more than ten days, for so long, is enough to prove that his theory is correct.

Now, he wants to apply this theory to rituals. No matter what Ying dares to think, he will not change lightly.

......

In the evening, Linghu Minzhi, who heard the news, hurried over.

Mowgli is rehearsing the ritual in the court. Radiant and refreshed.

Linghu Minzhi stared at Wuji for a long time, and thought about it for a long time.

"Your changes to the ritual are not big, but your whole temperament is very different. I don't know if you're right. This is not the case with the real ritual, but the ritual is a kind of inheritance, and there are many conventions and habits that are hastily changed. I'm afraid it's not quite right. ”

"Then you mean to listen to the Seven Princes, and you will be wrong?"

"Of course not. Ling Hu Minzhi shook his head without thinking. "Mowgli, do you believe me?"

Mowgli hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"If you believe me. Leave this matter to me. Don't tell a third person about your discovery until I give you an answer. Ling Hu Minzhi smiled: "I may be able to do this deviant thing and change the law of the ancestors." ”

Hearing the four words of deviance, Wuji chuckled in his heart and realized the stakes. No matter what time it is, there is nothing good for a deviant to end well. If he is considered a deviant, he will become an enemy of the people, and even the emperor and empress will not be able to protect him.

Perhaps they are the most opposed to deviance.

"Well, I believe you. ”

Hu Minzhi smiled with satisfaction and left in a hurry.

......

After a day of practice, Mowgli believes that his discovery is correct. But the ritual is not a scientific theory, and it is not right because it is right, and if there are too many opponents, he is likely to become a heretic like Bruno.

The biggest question is: how can I prove myself right to others? It is not enough to think that I am right, I have to convince others.

The best way to test a theory is to repeat it. If the results can be repeated, it will prove that his theory is correct. Otherwise, the theory is wrong.

Therefore, there is no need for Linghu Minzhi to take care of it, and before it is verified, Wuji will not publicize it.

To test this theory, it is best to find a few more people. Who will verify it together? Wuji weighed it repeatedly, and there was no suitable candidate for the time being.

At the beginning of the lanterns, there was a knock on the door, and Shi Yuling stood at the door, looking at Wuji with a smile. Wuji hurriedly stood up and let Shi Yuling in. Shi Yuling glanced at the classics on the table and on the bed, and said with a smile: "Encounter a problem again? The Seventh Prince didn't even come to dinner." ”

Wuji smiled bitterly and told what happened, along with Linghu Minzhi's worries and his own predicament.

Shi Yuling listened quietly. After Wuji finished speaking, she said lightly: "Wuji, have you seen the carriage?"

Mowgli nodded.

"The heavier the cart, the more horses are needed. The more horses pulling the cart, the more difficult it is to coordinate with each other. When it comes to choosing a horse to pull a cart, the fastest and strongest horse is usually not selected, do you know why?"

Wuji's eyes flashed, and he somewhat understood what Shi Yuling meant. However, he didn't say anything, just smiled.

"Because if a horse is faster than the others, it has to take on more power, and even pull the other horses forward. As a result, it will be very tired and will die faster than other horses. But ......"

Shi Yuling turned his words, raised his eyelids, and looked at Wuji quietly. "Not being selected is not only not a bad thing for this horse, but a good thing. It can be a real horse, and it may even become the head horse, running freely between heaven and earth, instead of dying in the yoke. ”

Mowgli smiled embarrassedly. The so-called head horse. In fact, it is the stallion, Shi Yuling's expectation of him......

"Sister, my expectations of me are too high for me to bear. ”

"Not really. You are a genius who can change the world, why should you be confused with those horses pulling carts? If you believe that you are right, why don't you leave the affairs of the Heavenly Academy to Ying Ziqing, and you can devote yourself to cultivation and verify your discoveries. In the thousand-year-old history of the Heavenly Academy, the real great masters are all mavericks, and they usually live in seclusion. Rarely known, but when he made a move, he was shocked and cried ghosts and gods. ”

Mowgli's eyes narrowed, thoughtful.

......

After dinner, Wuji called Lin Fei, Shi Shi and others to the front.

The best way to test your theories without making a big splash is to have your attendants volunteer.

Wuji didn't say that this was a ritual, but only that it was a method of cultivation, so that they could pay attention to practice in their free time - including Jing Xiaoyang. Wuji now has four attendants, and they are basically not very busy, and they have a lot of time to practice.

Lin Fei and the others listened to their words, and listened to Wuji explain the essentials of posture in detail. Find a place for yourself and start practicing.

The Jiuyi tribe all focus on personal cultivation, but they focus on martial arts. The Hanami archers spend most of their time practicing archery, and the windproof giants lift weights whenever they have time. Boiled up your strength, did nothing like what Mowgli taught, and maintained a posture. Standing motionless is very rare.

Wuji can explain the essentials to them carefully, but whether they can do it or not depends on their own understanding. As for the state of mind, Mowgli is even more powerless, only waiting for them to slowly settle down.

The first drill, only a quarter of an hour, the stone and wood were a little impatient, barely holding on to half an hour, the two of them were completely mad, and could no longer hold on. Lin Fei was a little better, but barely close to an hour.

None of them felt the comfort that Wuji said, but they felt that their muscles were sore, and they were even more tired than practicing martial arts for half a day.

Mowgli didn't say anything, just told them to practice often. Cultivation is kung fu, it takes a lot of time, and it is impossible to do it overnight.

While letting Lin Fei and the others practice, Wuji himself also seized the time to practice. Until the middle of the night, Xiao Ziyue was already asleep, Jing Xiaoyang couldn't bear the sleepiness, yawned again and again, and Wuji still maintained an upright posture, motionless.

......

In the Heavenly Book Tower, the disciples who read at night have dispersed, and only Ying Ziqing and Ling Hu Minzhi are left in the Heavenly Book Tower.

Ying Ziqing stood up, put away the books on the table, and ended the day's sitting. Now he is the actual person in charge of the Heavenly Academy, not only to manage all kinds of miscellaneous matters, but also to be responsible for answering the studies of all the disciples of the Heavenly Academy, and he can't rest until midnight every day.

Of course, he needed some assistants, and Ling Hu Minzhi, with his profound knowledge and ability to mediate, quickly gained the trust of Ying Ziqing. In particular, he persuaded Wuji to give up his claim against the Heavenly Sword Academy, so that Ying Ziqing was able to reconcile with Gai Wushuang, and Ying Ziqing had a lot of face and was familiar with him at first sight.

Linghu Minzhi was ordered to visit Wuji and brought back a piece of news: Wuji questioned the sacrifice and put forward his own opinion on the posture of the sacrifice.

Ying Ziqing has a headache about this. This little junior brother seems to be able to make some noise anywhere, after learning the sword for seven days, he dares to challenge Xie Guanglong, and after learning the ritual for one day, he dares to question the ritual that has been inherited for thousands of years.

The ignorant are fearless.

"Toshiyuki, what do you think?"

"The second senior brother is young and vigorous, and he has made meritorious contributions, so it is inevitable that he will be sloppy. The senior brother should be restrained in a hurry, so as not to laugh at his generosity and bring shame to the Heavenly Academy. ”

Ying Ziqing's eyes flickered.

"However, the second senior brother is talented and intelligent, and he often has surprising words, and unexpected actions may not be able to be said in one sentence. Min Zhi thought that it was better for the second senior brother to concentrate on cultivation. If the second senior brother succeeds, then the senior brother has the merit of helping, and does not lose the name of Bole. If the second senior brother fails, then the senior brother is also benevolent and righteous, worthy of the national teachers of the Heavenly Academy in the past dynasties, and the friendship of the same family is not lost, isn't it beautiful?"

Ying Ziqing glanced at Ling Humin meaningfully and smiled-

(To be continued......) R1292