Three days later, Xiao Qianli quietly left the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers alone, and in his treasure bag, there was an extra copy of "Traveling Between Flowers".

Although Gu Zhu Tai Ziyu repeatedly emphasized that there is the pearl jade of "Mo Wen Decision" in front of him, he hopes that Xiao Qianli can use the "Flower Tour" exercise of the sage school as the basis, with the help of the Xuanmen Supreme Method, calculate the artistic conception of the ancient Confucian gods, and then reverse the heroic righteousness that the ancient Confucian Ji Zilu relied on to dominate the world. But both of them know that this is not the intention of Tai Ziyu.

Any book of miraculous exercises is nothing more than several generations, or even dozens of generations of martial arts masters, who can carefully study and scrutinize, remove the turnips and retain the essence, supplement and improve them from generation to generation, and finally form a nearly perfect martial arts. The Confucian martial arts that have been mutilated as early as ancient times, can Xiao Qianli easily make up for it with a "flash of inspiration" or "scrutiny"?

The lord of the sages generously handed over the "Flower Tour" exercise to Xiao Qianli, just because the Taoist Confucian teachings were finally different, and as Xiao Qianli's identity as a great master, even if he read and learned from Confucian martial arts, he would not do what he did, and easily spread the martial arts among the flowers to the rivers and lakes.

More importantly, the real purpose of Tantai Ziyu is actually to hope that Xiao Qianli will hand over the entire "Journey Between Flowers" to Mu Qingyu, so as to make up for the debt owed to Mu Qingyu by Wanhua Valley in the past.

Even if Xiao Qianli didn't react to this kind of thought at first, when he got the Huajian Method, he was immediately able to think clearly and clearly. It is precisely because of this that Xiao Qianli will use the fusion of "Thirteen Swords of Qimen" and "Sitting and Forgetting Sutra" on the banquet to evolve a new swordsmanship, and stay in the sage sect with the hand of Yi Fangchu, and repay some favors for Chunyang Palace. And Yutai Ziyu did not stop it, and it was the tacit understanding reached between the two.

But the only thing that Yutai Ziyu didn't calculate was that in the past three days, many masters in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers came to visit Xiao Qianli from time to time to ask for martial arts, and they got along very well. Unconsciously, Xiao Qianli has used the mysterious analysis system to collect the core exercises of the four veins of flowers, deviating from the scriptures, Taisu, and nourishing the heart.

At this time, the sea of clouds in Xiao Qianli's sea of consciousness was churning, and the five-colored divine light stood up to the sky and the earth, and under the guidance of the mother's qi of all things, it gradually turned into five-colored clouds.

But when I heard a thunderclap, the cyan cloud turned into a book of "I Ching", surging and shining - "Yi, Zhiye!"

There was another loud bang, and the yellow cloud turned into a Qiankun pen - "Author, Renye!"

There was another loud bang, and the red cloud turned into a Yuanyang merit ruler - "Ruler, Liye!"

There was another loud bang, and the black cloud turned into a book of "Spring and Autumn" - "Spring and Autumn, Righteousness!"

There was another loud bang, and the white cloud turned into a ribbon seal—"Ribbon sealer, Shinya!"

The five-colored divine light turned into the phantom of five treasures, and the light shone on the endless sea of knowledge, and the aura of Yangwu Haoran was surging. Exhaustive reasoning, back to basics, there are all kinds of incredible wonders.

Xiao Qianli looked at it for a long time, shook his head and sighed: "Confucius has clouds: father and son have relatives, monarchs and ministers have righteousness, husbands and wives are different, the elders and young are orderly, and friends have letters. It is the so-called benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith! Reason is the way, the Tao is Taiji, Taiji is the qi, gasification of all things, for benevolence, righteousness, wisdom and faith, the reason is not lost, then the spirit of Haoran is not lost. Reason first, qi second, Confucian teachings, should be led by the word reason. Since we already have the word 'reason,' and reason is the foundation of faith, why should we list the word 'faith' separately? Poor Confucianism's 'courage,' which competes for the fortune of the world, has been stolen from heaven and day, and it is a pity! What a pity!

He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and muttered to himself: "What kind of person is that ancient monk Emperor Shitian? Even the righteousness of Confucianism can be dismantled and replaced, which shows that this person's understanding of the rules of heaven has reached an unattainable point. From this point of view, the person who attacked Mr. Tao back then must be inseparable from his inheritance!"

It's just that although the artistic conception of the essence of contemporary Confucianism is simulated in the sea of knowledge, the essence of benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith is simulated, but the rules of heaven and earth corresponding to the word "brave" cannot be found, and the essence of ancient Confucianism has never been reproduced. Even if Xiao Qianli tried to co-evolve "Sitting and Forgetting the Sutra" with it, it was like boiling oil into water, and it was really difficult to blend. At the moment, he could only sigh and hide all kinds of visions in the sea of consciousness in order to seek chance.

Xiao Qianli had just come out of the valley, and suddenly made a brilliant appearance in the sea star map, and hurriedly divided his mind to take a closer look, only to see that the fifth day of the Nandou Xiangyin Star was shining brightly, and it was on par with the first Lingxing of the Nandou, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Hantong has really obtained a great creation, heh!

He was full of joy, and suddenly the thousands of millimeters of light turned into a gray, and an incomparably deep ink color gradually appeared, and he couldn't help but be startled, and muttered: "What's the matter? Could it be that someone has messed up Han Tong's mind, and I am under the Pure Yang Sect, is there actually a shocking demon?"

But it was said that in the Taihang Mountain, there was a nameless ancient temple Sensen, Chi Hantong turned around, walked out of the temple gate, and did not look at the corpses that were all over the place.

When he came out of the temple, his heart was desolate and desolate, he looked up to the sky and smiled, thinking: "The decent people regard me as their enemy, and everyone in the official mansion wants to kill me, and most of the people in the government will be difficult to live, and see who took my life." ”

Chi Hantong was originally an orphan, adopted by the farmer Li Laosan, and sold to Hanshan Temple like a pig and a dog.

Fortunately, the master Xiao Qianli is very good to him, as if he were his own, and the same brother is also a lot of care, after a long time, Chi Hantong is full of gratitude and admiration for the Chunyang Palace, and he feels that his life has become glorious.

This time down the mountain, Chi Hantong's experience can be described as great joy and sorrow, it is easy to meet a confidante Mai, but seeing that her body is gone, the grief and indignation in her heart can be imagined. He killed more than 100 bandits in a rage, also to avenge the wheat.

"Am I wrong?" Chi Hantong's chest was filled with a sense of injustice, and he was so annoyed that he just wanted to scream. Several times I wanted to reach out and touch the sound transmission spirit stone on my collar, but I put it down, shook my head and laughed miserably, "Now that I am a public enemy of the rivers and lakes, what face do I have to meet the old man of Shizun?"

"Death is death! Hengzhi can't disgrace the Pure Yang Palace!"

Chi Hantong gritted his teeth, reached out and touched it in his arms, and when he touched it, there was no money at the bottom of his bag, no sword at his waist, and even the short piano given by wheat was gone.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps, and seven or eight people rushed from the bottom of the mountain, all dressed in strong clothes, carrying swords, and running in a hurry. Chi Hantong thought to himself: "If you want to kill me, then do it, it's death anyway, so why bother looking for trouble?" immediately stood in the middle of the road, crossed his hands on his hips, and said loudly: "Chi Hantong is here." If you want to kill me, go ahead!"

The leader couldn't help but be stunned, and said happily: "There is no place to find when you step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it! Brothers, kill this kid for me!"

Chi Hantong was full of grief and indignation, unwilling to resist anymore, seeing the steel knife and his body, but he did not dodge or dodge, his eyes widened, and he was about to be beheaded by a knife.

Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind his ears, and the seven or eight people did not say a word, fell heavily to the ground, and died of exhaustion.

Chi Hantong couldn't help but be surprised, only to hear a Buddha call from behind: "Amitabha, the little donor is full of grief and resentment, and it seems that there is something else hidden, can you tell the poor monk about it?"

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