If it is said that the world is prosperous, in addition to the ancestral garden of the world's scholars in the East Shenzhou, Jixia School Palace, there are three places, the Hanmen Academy of the Great Qin Dynasty in Yuehezhou, the Bailu Academy where Luoshuang Continent occupies a cave, and the Longchang Station where the old man who dares to sit and discuss with the four saints and three sages of Jixia School Palace.

The first two places are the orthodox context of a dynasty or even a continent.

Hanmen Academy does not belong to the Confucian Jixia School Palace, although the world academy is thousands, but the list belongs to the Jixia School Palace context, there are only twelve, the knowledge taught are from the holy master and his successors to describe the truth, although the Hanmen Academy has the name of the academy, but what is taught, are the words of the Legalist, its mountain master Su Li, but the teacher of the two Confucianism has a very high generation of "Xun sacrifice wine".

The prosperity of the Great Qin Dynasty in Yuehezhou is inseparable from the Hanmen Academy, and the cornerstone of the imperial court is the "Hanmen Legalist".

As for Bailu Academy, it is the orthodox Confucian culture, but it is not among the twelve academies, and its mountain master Zhu Xisheng is a Confucian master who can enjoy the Confucian Temple of Yizhou.

And the one who dares to sit and discuss with the four sages and sages of Confucianism is the friend of Grandmaster Xie and the old bull's nose, this dragon field, to put it bluntly, is just a dilapidated town in Kyaukzhou, as for the reason, I am afraid that the third Taoist in Bai Yujing can't say clearly, why the old man is hidden in the dragon field, and only the four sages and three sages of Confucianism can say why.

The chaos of Nan Zhanzhou's succession, Sect Master Xie was too lazy to take care of it, and Dao Laosan once said in vague words that the location of Zhao Qian's Taoism probably had a lot to do with the broken luck of Tangtang Dongtian.

In Kyaukjiaozhou, where Longchang Town is located, if you take a dragon boat from the two Jiaolong ferries in Nanzhan Zhou, it will take at least half a month, and the amount of Yunling money spent is not something that the Qi practitioners of the Lower Five Realms can bear.

However, with Grandmaster Xie's sword immortal methods, it is nothing, if a huge sword immortal can't even cross the continent and cross the sea, then he is really sorry for the small mountain and sea of spirit money that was smashed out.

Sword cultivation is the most money-burning, this road of immortality is really smashed out with money, and the Qi practitioners of the Lower Five Realms also need Yunling money to climb the avenue, but they can't use the sword cultivation of flowing Lingqian money, in addition to their own essence, then there is only Yunling money that contains one-thousandth of the mountain and water luck.

Sect Master Xie stopped a few times in the middle, not for anything else, the wine in the gourd on his waist was gone, but it was mainly for Wang Yuanbao, the upper five realms could open the valley for several years, and he only accepted it with aura all day long, but Wang Yuanbao was just an ordinary man, not to mention that although the dragon in his heart lake was suppressed by the martial arts seeds in the ancestral aperture of his eyebrows, but without blood food, how could he do it?

Liyang country is the most prosperous vassal state under the Great Qin Dynasty in Yuehezhou, the night is nearly three watches, the market is still brightly lit, lively and extraordinary, the aroma of fat powder mixed with wine and meat, floating in the complicated Goolan tiles, the peaceful and prosperous era is probably so.

Between the fancy clothes and shirts, a sloppy Taoist man followed by a little monk who was not bald and walked into a flower building with red sleeves and lanterns.

It aroused the curiosity of many people.

A Taoist priest and a little monk entered the most luxurious red-sleeved trick in Yanliu Alley, which was really shocking.

Yuehezhou is the world of Legalism, although curious, but no one stepped forward to stop, if it is replaced by Luoshuangzhou, I am afraid that there is already a self-proclaimed Taoist scholar-like scholar rushed out, and pulled the words of the sage who "preserved the principles of heaven and destroyed people's desires", and sent the Taoist priest who dared to enter the Qinglou with the monk to see the official to ask for guilt.

The sloppy Taoist and the little monk are none other than Grandmaster Xie and Wang Yuanbao.

Wang Yuanbao was reluctantly pulled into the rouge well-like green mansion with red sleeves by Sect Master Xie, and for a while, Yingying Yanyan, Huan Fat Yan and Thin, entered Wang Yuanbao's eyes.

The soft and glutinous laughter, the sound of the clear and Yue of the Dong Xiao Qin Se is endless, but it makes Wang Yuanbao feel extremely illusory.

Accustomed to the bitterness and loneliness of the mountains and wilderness, and when you enter the world again, you will always feel out of place, prosperous and infatuated with many people, and the sound of beauty sounds like a world away.

When I entered Laneige's room, I saw myself shabby and depressed, and I was ashamed of myself.

Men in the world love beauty and prosperity, and Wang Yuanbao is no exception.

"Is this the world down the mountain?"

Wang Yuanbao suddenly had some doubts, no wonder the talented and beautiful women in the play, the stories of emperors and generals are so moving, there is such a world, and those stories are extremely exciting when you think about it.

Sect Master Xie didn't bother Wang Yuanbao, when he came down from Baiyujing, he was not even as good as Wang Yuanbao, and when he entered the Qinglou, he thought that he was really reciting poetry, until he was almost taken by a little girl......

The alcohol in the Qinglou is indeed better than that in the ordinary wine shop, after all, the wine in this gold cave is beautiful and delicious, and the wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk.

But Wang Yuanbao turned a blind eye.

The sassy inkmen in the red sleeves of this green building seem to be in another world, there is no Grandmaster Xie and Wang Yuanbao in that world, and the world of Grandmaster Xie and Wang Yuanbao has these people who are indulged in the sound of peace and prosperity, among which there are many powerful people or rookies in the court or in the rivers and lakes, and the appearance of all beings is the joys and sorrows in the market.

Wang Yuanbao is like a stone in the long river of time, quietly watching the passage of time in the river.

Liyang State sitting, is a Taishan faction in the four realms of the monk, Confucian crown sword shirt, not Confucian but with a beautiful long hair, at this time he no longer see the usual time of depression, the bustling market of the capital of Liyang Kingdom was blocked by a large means, the fortune of the mountains and rivers has not fluctuated, but the flow of time is as turbulent as the rushing river bursting the embankment.

The mountains and rivers are not moving, and the passing of time is like this, it is not a handiwork that can be made by the mountains and wilderness, at least it must be a figure from the upper five realms to show it.

The town guard monk is like an ant on a hot pot, whether it is a figure in the upper five realms or a Legalist saint who sits in the Great Qin Dynasty, it is an existence that he can't touch, but if there is a problem with the passage of time from the Yang Kingdom, the town guard and scattered cultivation will not be able to get rid of it no matter what.

There are also a lot of loose cultivators in the mountains, but they are not aware of the changes in the passage of time.

Grandmaster Xie's means come from his master's old bull's nose, and the old cow's nose comes from the Confucian interception of the truth, after all, the passage of time changes, from which to comprehend the truth of the world, to get a little bit of the end. Confirming one's own truth and knowledge is the most proficient means of Confucian sages to reach heaven.

Wang Yuanbao can see that it is a real existence.

There are still hungry beggars outside the Qinglou, because a piece of dusty steamed bun is fighting to the death, but in order to fill the stomach.

The spicy women in the alleys of the market chattered endlessly about how their men could not earn a hundred copper coins to support their families, but they didn't know that the man who was silently squatting next to the well platform was carrying a copper hairpin in his arms that was ready to be given to his daughter-in-law.

In the sound of books in the school, there are many children's suppressed innocence and escape, and the scholars who study hard in the cold window look at the classics over and over again, hoping to read out the Qingyun Road and the sage's knowledge.

Jin Ge Iron Horse fought in the battlefield, soldiers killed lives, but the division between justice and evil is judged by victory or defeat, the winner of the king, the loser Kou, the merits of each dynasty in the history books, there is no lack of truth, but more is a cover up, the soldiers are bloody, and a white bone throne is built for the princes and generals, and ten thousand bones are withered.

Farmers and artisans work hard, but they don't have enough to eat.

The gloom and sorrows and joys of the peaceful and prosperous world are insignificant in the singing and dancing, Buddhism can not be exhausted, and the pursuit of Datong is good, but the saints can not build a Datong world, the cultivators have their fields, the idlers have their jobs, the old have support, and the women and children have to rely on, which can only be the majority, and people are always selfish.

Wang Yuanbao saw the real world.

The passage of time is slowing down, the river of time is still flowing, Wang Yuanbao is standing by the river, he has seen a lot in the years, he has not read in the Buddhist scriptures, what he saw in the play, the abbot of the old monk was extremely poor all his life, and he only found it when he was dying, but it was just a peace of mind, Buddhism created Gu Liangzen, but it blinded the perception of joy and sorrow.

In the end, what Wang Yuanbao learned from Gu Liangchan was nothing more than the knowledge of one punch.

What was shattered with one punch was not only the shackles of years of stagnation, but also the Dharma morality that imprisoned the nature of the heart.

"Master, is that still right?"

The faith in Wang Yuanbao's heart collapsed, but he still couldn't believe it, but the shadow of the Buddha on the heart lake began to blur, which one was true, Wang Yuanbao didn't know.

A glass of water was handed to Wang Yuanbao's eyes, as if he had a life-saving straw, he avoided the porcelain cup and drank it all, but it was not water, a line of fire slid from his throat into his abdomen, and a fire rose in his chest, burning the only doubts.

Looking at Wang Yuanbao, who was gradually fading with sorrow between his eyebrows, Grandmaster Xie raised his hand and drank a jar of daughter red that had just been stolen from under the tree in the backyard of the Qinglou Red Sleeve Zhao, which had been for thirty years, and the wine was mellow.

Sect Master Xie knocked on the drunken and hazy Wang Yuanbao and said: "The old bald donkey can't drink, and the little bald donkey can't drink, no wonder he can't rob that butcher, hahahaha." ”

After a wine hiccup, Wang Yuanbao said drunkly: "You have a bull's nose, so you are not ashamed, you think that the plug yellow flower is a ...... Beautiful ......"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yuanbao fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Sect Master Xie wondered: "I'm also a handsome young man, although I am debauched, then Zhu Xisheng can insert hairpins, I can't insert them?"

When I looked again, there was no little monk, and a little drunk was sleeping on the ground.

Laughing and scolding, he finally solved the trouble left by the old bald donkey, a good young man, don't you look like an old man, isn't it too old?

Grandmaster Xie carried the drunk Wang Yuanbao and stepped on the sword and walked away.

The market in Liyangguo is still prosperous, and the sassy inkman in the red sleeves of the Qinglou recited poems against her, but the bustard scolded her, which conscienceless thief stole her new wedding wine.

The beggar got a few pennies from a kind woman, and bought a basket of steamed buns, which could make him full for three days, and the spicy woman had to compare the baht, but at this time she was so generous, just because her silent and sloppy man still remembered the birthday she had forgotten, and the yellow sideburns were reappliquéd, and a copper hairpin with rough workmanship shone in the noon sun.

The town guard monk breathed a sigh of relief, the passage of time was back on track, and the prosperous luck in the market was not less than half a point, but the sword intent left by the fleeting sword light made him feel cold, just the remaining sword intent was already so terrifying, the sword immortal of the upper five realms really deserved to be the top combat power in the world.

The town guard monk secretly rejoiced, he didn't have much to do, the sword cultivator in the world is the most unreasonable to kill, it is not easy to form a golden pill, if he dies because of a sentence, it is greatly not worth it.

As long as there is a lot of luck in the Confucian Temple and the Martial Temple, he is also happy to be idle, and the rise of the Taishan faction is a great loss without him, the Jindan Immortal.