The battle in the alley was over after all, and Qingzhu evacuated very heartily after seeing the figure of the picture scroll in the sky, not only because of the picture scroll, but also because of the words that suddenly appeared in his ears, which surprised him.

That's a saint!

Now killing Xu Baichuan is secondary, the words of the saint are the most important, and the most intuitive embodiment is that the Taoist sect leader also has to listen to the words of the saint, how can he not listen.

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After the Qingzhu Dao people left, the alley rarely fell silent.

The figures in the sky have poured into the scroll again, Su Changjing looked at the scroll that fell back into his hand in a daze, a little incredulous, if it is said that the painting monk alone can cause this kind of scene, then it will take hard cultivation to do it, he knows very well that he is just a mortal person, and he has no breath left, but this picture scroll that has clearly become a magic weapon makes him very puzzled.

opened the scroll and examined it carefully, and soon found a problem, Xu Baichuan's portrait suddenly disappeared from it, and that place is now empty.

Su Changjing felt very incredible, he remembered it clearly, it was obvious that he had painted, and he didn't erase it, and he disappeared for no reason, which naturally made him feel puzzled.

It's just that now he can't understand the picture scroll he painted, and in the end, he still doesn't know enough.

Carefully put the scroll away and put it in the box, he rubbed his head, looked at Cheyenne with a stunned face, and waved his hand helplessly.

Cheyenne couldn't help but laugh out loud when she saw him look so stupid.

Su Changjing also smiled and walked towards Xu Baichuan, who had already stood up from the ground, Xu Baichuan patted the dust on his clothes, his face was not injured, only ruddy, and the momentum on his body was completely different, much stronger than before.

That elixir gave him a nice buff, not only repairing the injuries on his body, but also helping him to step into a realm.

Now looking at the heart lake, you can see a young man with the same eyebrows and eyes as him sitting above the heart lake, and from time to time there is sword qi pouring into it, this is the sword soul that Jian Xiu has always dreamed of.

In the future, the road will finally be much smoother.

Even if he wanted to, he could now step into the next realm.

Xu Baichuan raised his head and said to himself: "Sai Weng lost his horse, I don't know if it's a blessing, this fight is worth it." ”

Su Changjing looked at his rag clothes and said sincerely: "Young Master Xu, don't you change your clothes to cover them?"

Xu Baichuan patted his head when he heard this, pulled out a coat from the splendid bag and put it on his body, and said with a smile: "I forgot for a while, thanks to the fact that there is still one in the bag, otherwise I would really have to find a clothes shop to change my clothes." ”

Su Changjing didn't answer, looking at the splendid bag with some envy, looking at the things taken out of it like a trick, and there was some yearning in his heart, if he also had this kind of storage magic weapon, he wouldn't carry a big burden when he went out for a walk in the future, it would be much easier, but he knew that even if he was envious and useless, even if he got it in his hand, he couldn't use it, the magic weapon, as the name suggests, is an artifact that can only be used by monks with mana breath, and he is just a mortal person, there is no mana breath on his body at all, and it is useless to hold it.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered in his heart that he wanted to cultivate, he had met many monks before, and some said that they wanted to accept him as a disciple to inherit the mantle, but they were all rejected by his grandfather, just let him paint well, and in the long run, he lost this mind.

It's just that the big war he just experienced made him suddenly wake up to the fact that in this world, monks are high, and they can't step into the door of cultivation, even if a monk wants to kill you, they can only watch.

Not only that, but he also wanted to borrow the practice to see what the reason for the scroll was.

Su Changjing said sincerely: "Young Master Xu, I want to learn swords from you." ”

This is his truest idea now, today he has seen Xu Baichuan sword twice a day, both of which are extraordinary, not at all like a monk in the first realm.

Therefore, it left a heavy imprint on his heart.

Hearing this, Xu Baichuan frowned, he didn't want to refuse, but he didn't understand why Su Changjing wanted to learn sword from him, he didn't understand his own swordsmanship, even if he taught people, he couldn't teach much, but it was good for someone to learn swords after all, so he agreed.

It's a big deal to let Su Changjing go to the Sword Sect with him, he can always be taught there.

At this moment, a figure in the sky threw out a cloud of air.

It just so happens to cover the entire alley.

Su Changjing nodded, wanting to say something more, but soon found that he couldn't speak, and the surrounding scene was also changing rapidly, until it became a school.

Among them, there is a middle-aged gentleman who is teaching, and there is a group of babbling children sitting below, Su Changjing is among them, he was a little curious at first, and soon felt relieved, how can he be an ordinary person who can do this scene unconsciously, let alone turn himself into a child, even the children's voice is the same.

He didn't know what the big man wanted to do with him, but now fate is up to him, and he can only accept it.

He was thinking about these things, very seriously, but in the eyes of Mr. Teaching, he was distracted, so he stopped chanting, looked at Su Changjing quietly, there was a slight anger in his eyes, and he quickly spoke: "Su Changjing...... Su Changjing ......"

Su Changjing was still distracted, until the classmates on the side shook him awake before he came back to his senses, after learning that he didn't hesitate too much, he bowed uprightly, after all, he was at fault first, and it was a big mistake not to listen to Mr., and he should admit his mistake, as for why he came here, he planned to wait until after school to think about it, after all, there must be a reason for sending him here, and it can't happen for no reason, so the most important thing now is how to fool this gentleman.

He knew that if he made a mistake in the academy, he would be beaten in the palm of his hand, so no matter what, it was always right to admit his mistake first.

So he spoke very seriously: "Mr. Mu, when the student heard what Mr. said, he couldn't help but be engrossed, and it was the student's fault that Mr. was disturbed. ”

The school is his childhood school, and his classmates are also childhood classmates, and that gentleman is at least his childhood gentleman, so he naturally recognizes it.

Mr. Mu was still a little angry, but after hearing these words, he couldn't help but smile, and the anger in his eyes couldn't help but disperse.

It's just that if he lets it go so lightly, then he, a gentleman who has just come to the school, will not have any prestige at all, and the new official will have to take office with three fires, and he should not be bad.

Mr. Mu smiled and said, "Then which sage's words are you meditating on, can you tell them again?"

Su Changjing was stunned, quickly glanced at the books spread out on the table, and suddenly had a realization in his heart, and said loudly: "The words of the sages spoken by Mr. are the way of the morning and the news, and it is okay to die at night." ”

Mr. Mu couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and said a good word, which meant that he was a little impressed by Su Changjing, but he didn't say much, just asked Su Changjing to pay attention to it in the future, and if he had doubts in his heart, he could go to him.

Su Changjing agreed seriously, and listened very carefully in the next class.

He had read and studied these books, and in those years when he was painting with his grandfather, in addition to listening to stories, his favorite thing was reading, so Mr. Mu's remarks were too simple for him.

But after all, being in the school, Mr. is teaching the truth, and there must be some deep meaning, and listening carefully may be better for the situation.

Time passed in a hurry, and it was time to end school in a blink of an eye, and after saying goodbye to Mr. honestly, he hurriedly walked out of the school with books, and he suddenly thought of one thing, if this is really what he was like when he was a child, then he should be able to see his parents when he goes back at this time, and he has to let them beware of Su Mingzhou.

Just walked out of the door of the school, the surrounding scene suddenly stopped, and under a mysterious power, it was like going back in time, and suddenly returned to the hour when Mr. Mu was lecturing, but this time he didn't tell Su Changjing, but changed to another person, and the truth he talked about was still Chaowendao, and it was okay to die at night.

Su Changjing felt a little ridiculous, he remembered it clearly in his mind, he had clearly crossed the threshold, but why was this kind of scene again, and even the demeanor of the window was exactly the same, he didn't expect it to be like this, but now he can't do anything, so he can only listen to the class again.

And after this dismissal, he didn't go out, but sat upright on the bluestone in the school, looking at the gate not far away, although his companions asked him to go out together, he just smiled and refused.

In the end, he was the only one left in the entire academy.

He looked at the scene that had not changed for a long time, thought about it, and tentatively took a step.

So time suddenly went back again.

It's still a school, it's still the same people, and the teachings haven't changed.

Su Changjing's face frowned, and he sighed, a little bitter, could it be that he would have to cycle in this period forever in the future, or that he would always stay in the academy.

In fact, how did he know that this school was an alley, but someone had added illusions, and his so-called stepping out of the gate of the school was to crack the illusions, how could it be so easy?

There was a figure condescending above the alley, indifferently looking at the people in the alley who had stopped moving, until he saw Xu Baichuan who was about to wake up, and then he showed a surprised look.

In fact, there are not too many surprises, Qiu Feng used to be a sword immortal with a sword, and it was natural for the sword master to stay awake in his illusion.

So he thought about it, and waved a cloud again, and the people in the alley fell deeper and deeper in the illusion.

He wanted the rest of the people to forget about this and the situation caused by the scroll, and the best way was to let them experience it again in the illusion, but this time there was no scroll.

As for Su Changjing, he has other plans, isn't he thinking about cultivating, so why bother learning swords, I, Su Mu, am a Confucian sage, and I am still your grandfather in another identity, so naturally there is a great avenue for you to practice.

If you don't die in the future, the position of this saint can be passed on to you.

Thinking of this, the Confucian sage suddenly sighed, if it was really as he thought, it would be good.

It's just that Su Changjing is a chess piece after all.

He is only one of the chess players, in fact, he can't be too much master, and creating this illusion is the only thing he can do.

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In the illusion, Su Changjing has returned to the academy for the twelfth time, during which he has used a lot of methods, and even intends to self-discipline to extricate himself, but the result is obvious, he is not dead, no matter what method is used, he will always return to the academy.

It's still the same sentence, and it sounds like it has a different mood at this time.

He is not stupid, during this time he heard the truth is only this sentence, even the book records are only this sentence, he thought about opening it to find others, but no matter how he did it, it was still this, and finally he suddenly woke up and asked Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu touched his head and explained the meaning, probably talking about the situation when Confucius became enlightened, and what he knew was the same, after speaking, Mr. Mu talked about the dispersion of learning, so he experienced the thirteenth illusion, and this time, he planned to find another way, anyway, it will pass, why not try some other？

Su Changjing said very straightforwardly: "Mr. Mu, do you know the illusion set up by the cultivators. ”

Mr. Mu looked at Su Changjing, who suddenly questioned himself in class, and this time instead of being angry, he responded with a smile: "Know some, it is said that these cultivators have profound mana and can control all things in heaven and earth, just like the illusion you said, it can also create reality." ”

Su Changjing nodded and said seriously: "Sir, do you know that what we are in now is an illusion, you are all generated by the illusion, only I am real." ”

The smile on Mr. Mu's face was even heavier, he looked at Su Changjing, who had finally woken up, and suddenly said something seemingly irrelevant: "Do you want to live?"

Su Changjing was a little puzzled, but he still nodded very seriously, they all wanted to live, no one wanted to die, he also wanted to.

This thought cannot be faked.

After Mr. Mu finished speaking, he dipped his hand in some ink and wrote a sage's speech out of thin air, emitting a little golden light, not big, but extremely warm.

Su Changjing looked at the unexpected Chaowen Dao that appeared out of thin air, not too surprised, in fact, he should have known a long time ago, the Tao can be said to be the truth, or it can be said to be the path of cultivation, I am afraid that a thousand people will have a thousand different opinions, but now that it is like this, it is obviously the path of cultivation.

"Didn't the gentleman go back with the illusion?"

"I'm the illusion itself, there's no reason for this, it's just that you only understand the meaning now, it's a little stupid, but it's better to be stupid, if you can't find a shortcut, then be honest and try. ”

Hearing that Mr. said that he was stupid, Su Changjing was not angry, but showed a happy look, and his emotions were very bright.

And all he can do now is agree, at least for now, and he dares to conclude that if he says no words, he will surely fall into an endless cycle of reincarnation.

Su Changjing laughed softly: "That gentleman must have done all this for this Taoist, but why is it me, not others, maybe others are better than me." ”

After writing the speech, Mr. Mu stretched out his hand and stroked it, and the whole illusion changed again, at this time, the two of them were high in a cloud, and below it was a academy.

"Want to see something else?"

At this point, Su Changjing couldn't say anything, so he could only nod helplessly and didn't say anything.

Mr. Mu chuckled, and suddenly, the joys, sorrows, and joys of the world emerged one by one, although Su Changjing had seen a lot over the years, he still felt surprised, everything he had experienced was nothing compared to what he saw in front of him, and then the scene turned again, this is the scene of a saint when he became holy, all kinds of jade colors were born one after another, and the purple qi came to the east for 30,000 miles.

It's just that Su Changjing didn't pay attention to all kinds of visions, but the appearance of the saint was somewhat similar to his grandfather Su Mu, if it weren't for the completely different bearing and majesty, he still thought that this was his grandfather.

It's just that this saint looks a little similar to his grandfather, so it should have something to do with it, and the biggest relationship can only be blood.

Then this makes sense, a master found out that he was a saint's disciple and taught him the Dharma to please that saint, so there was this illusion.

"Sir, this saint is my ancestor?"

Mr. Mu was noncommittal, just chuckled a few times, and let Su Changjing guess, now he can't let Su Changjing know too much, just understand some vague things, at least this will allow him to not only practice, but also live a long life.

At that time, even if those saints found out about his actions, they could completely push it on Mr. Mu, saying that it was a practice to please him.

Among his disciples, there is really Mr. Mu.

In fact, when he saw these scenes, Su Changjing thought a lot, he wanted to cultivate, yes, but what he wanted to learn was a sword, and he wanted to do a majestic sword cultivation, a sword can cut everything, and the cultivation method to get now is obviously Confucian cultivation, which is far from what he thought.

He had seen many monks, and he had heard a lot of stories from them, many of them were about sword cultivation, about how invincible they were in the same realm, about how a sword could cut the whole world, according to his opinion, this is the best.

It's a pity that now, whether he can learn the sword or not can't look at him now, it's this Mr. Mu who looks at it.

Mr. Mu seemed to understand Su Changjing's thoughts, and his face seemed to fluctuate, but in fact, he still had some feelings in his heart, these sword cultivation is indeed strong, and he can indeed dominate the world with a sword, and the most representative figure among them must be that Lin Jianxian, he has seen that sword, and he has roughly estimated in his heart, if he goes up to receive that sword, after using the saint's magic weapon, at most he will protect himself from death, but serious injury is inevitable.

Although the sword cultivation is the first in the world, but now it is always lonely, although there is a sword immortal appearing, his sword can threaten the saint, and even kill the saint, but after all, he is only one person, and the three sect saints are enough to have a palm, no matter how strong his sword is, it is impossible to deal with so many saints at the same time, unless a few more sword immortals appear.

And the sword cultivation reward order happens to be their way to deal with sword cultivation, and even at the right time, they, the saints, will take action to strangle the great sword cultivation and cut off their path to becoming a sword immortal, so now taking the path of sword cultivation is completely a dead end.

At this time, Mr. Mu felt that he had seen enough of life, so he quickly stopped, reached out and plucked the paragraph, and said calmly: "Are you willing to study with me?"