People have seven emotions and six desires, and they naturally have a love for beauty in their consciousness, which has nothing to do with knowledge and wealth.

The rich man among mortals, when he reaches eighty, he will look sideways when he sees a beautiful woman, intending to possess it.

The moral exemplars in the world always teach people not to be mistaken by beauty and to be ambitious.

From this, it can be seen that the temptation of beauty is great, and throughout the ages, how many heroes and heroes have finally folded in the gentle township.

The flattery in the three thousand avenues is to use people's love for beauty, the women who practice flattery are extremely charming, and the female cultivators who get the true meaning of the flattering way, a person with one eye can make people go to the soup and go to the fire, that is, they really fight their lives, and they have no regrets if they die cleanly without entering reincarnation.

Among the Three Realms, there are very few female cultivators who understand the true meaning of the authentic Dao, and among the countless monks of the Dao, nearly half of the black sheep are mixed in.

They (they) have not obtained the essence of flattery, only the dross of flattery, or giving their own flesh, sleeping one male cultivator after another, or hollowing out their minds to harm serious female cultivators.

Because of this, among the Three Realms, there are no female cultivators who practice the Dao of Flattery, and they regard the female cultivators who practice the Tao of Flattery as an outlier, and they are always on guard against them, for fear that the person they want will fall under the other party's skirt.

There are also those male monks who were tempted by the prodigal girl of the Charming Dao, and under the psychology of saying that the grapes are sour when they can't eat the grapes, they label all the female cultivators of the Charming Dao as bad and vicious.

This label is the most vicious with the words "sao", "wave", and "cheap", which can be described as a word of punishment.

There are too many monks who regard flattery as an evil way, but if you only talk about confusing people's hearts and mastering the essence of Confucianism and Taoism, you are by no means weaker than a master who understands the true meaning of Confucianism.

A charming woman has to be in front of you, and you will be shaken and cranky.

And some evil Confucian fallacies, as long as you hear his words and read his books, you will be bewitched by him, and their poison is far-reaching, even better than that of demon girls.

In the secular mortal world, there are cases of beautiful and status women who are loved by thousands of people, and are coaxed by poor scholars.

There are still many monks in the Three Realms whose cultivation is higher than that of Confucianism, but they are impressed by Confucianism's temperament, and they are willing to stoop down to fellowship, and even willing to lower their status and obey the drive.

The root cause of this is that this mysterious and unpredictable spirit is worshipping.

Even the most heinous among mortals may applaud the storyteller when he hears him speak of the arrogance of a certain famous Confucian.

This fact shows that no matter how bad a person's heart is and how many things he has done to hurt nature and reason, in fact, in his heart, he still admires the justice in the world.

And Haoran's aura can strongly amplify the righteousness in his heart and affect his state of mind, of course, it may not necessarily change the behavior of this heinous person.

The spirit of Haoran, whether good or evil, men, women and children will be invisibly affected by it.

Heaven and earth have no heart, and all living beings and all things are equal, whether you are a wolf that eats sheep or a sheep that eats grass, there is no distinction between good and evil, right and wrong.

However, Confucian cultivation relied on this mysterious and invisible majestic spirit to establish a heart for heaven and earth, a life for the common people, and establish a set of laws between heaven and earth that are respected by all worlds.

Affected by the invisible aura of Haoran, Guo Qingshan, Tong Hanxing, Qiu Qingyan, and Situ Yuan respected and admired He Qi.

"Yun Daoyou, you reply to Zhenyuan here first, and the four of us will go to investigate!"

Guo Qingshan's mind turned, and he looked up, the demonic aura in the air was faint, but the prohibition was still there.

The fog was as thick as milk, and it was impossible to see what was miles away!

"Senior Brother Guo, which direction are we going?"

Guo Qingshan said: "Due north, I see that the fog in the north is the thickest, and the dense fog is conducive to the hiding of demonic beasts." ”

The four of them turned into rainbows and flew away, He Qi touched his nose, and said to himself in a very low voice:

"Could it be that I misread this surnamed Guo! Just now, I clearly felt that this guy seemed to have bad intentions! I deliberately didn't even hide my tiredness. ”

"That's it, even if this guy's life is not dead, I don't kill innocents indiscriminately, although the true yuan is exhausted, but this space is full of Haoran Qi, if I want to destroy your four ordinary dragon and tiger monks, I just need to move my mouth!"

When He first obtained the Confucianism and Taoism exercises, he was very eager for Haoran Qi, and recited a long song of Haoqi from time to time every day.

[Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous flows......] , he thought it was catchy.

At this time, the space was full of Haoran Qi but he didn't want to chant poetry, he was afraid that after practicing too much Haoran Qi, the next time he encountered Demon Cultivation and Evil, he couldn't help but think of rushing up to defend the path to eliminate demons.

He Qi doesn't want to come [Qingshan buries loyal bones, and the heroic spirit stays in the world].

He hadn't practiced Haoran's qi, but the haoran qi in the void had been floating and not dissipating, rotating around He Qi's side.

Comparing with the deeds of a little dirty, Confucianism's recitation before the enemy attracted the anger of Haoran, just like flirting before the crackling.

In fact, almost nine adults are directly working, skipping this step, this is not because Confucianism is unwilling to waste his tongue, in most cases, it is useless to hold books and recite poems at the moment of crisis, and can only rely on the usual accumulation.

Just like when He Qi's fighting spirit was not rising, Confucianism and Taoism's "Flying Flowers at Ease" and "Boundless Silk Rain" were like juggling.

Only those who really have good Confucianism and Taoism talents, or who suddenly agree with the concept of Confucianism and Taoism, can make this pre-poem and foreplay to attract the aura of heaven and earth.

Confucian cultivation attracts enough heroic energy, the battle begins, and then there is a storm against the enemy, many kinds of attacks, and the discerning Confucian Xiu can grasp all the flaws of the opponent to carry out effective attacks.

After Confucianism destroyed the demons, he did not pat his ass and leave, but continued to chant poems and post-mortem poems.

This post-mortem poem is like a sweet talk after a snap, and the stupid person just rolls over and dismounts and falls asleep.

The veteran continued to use all the beautiful language he could think of, praising the other party, characterizing the exchange as a complete exchange between spirit and body, rather than an outpouring of bestial desires.

With this ecstasy poured into the woman's heart, you just change the way to play at will, and she also cooperates.

The endless aura of Haoran was wrapped around He Qi, as if urging He Qi to quickly recite poems and Mingzhi.

Wisps of Haoran couldn't wait to burrow into He Qi's body and merge with his physical body, this invisible feeling can only be felt by Confucian Xiu and He Qi himself.

"Everything is moderate, too much, the more the more the better!

He Qi recited lightly: "The high heavenly demons are scattered, and the pure qi is in the world. ”

In an instant, an invisible wave spread out to the surroundings, and the mist that was forbidden in the void was dispersed by an invisible force, and the mist was like a wave, and it disappeared after a few violent tumblings.

This is not a poem of words, martial arts, and domineering, this poetic conception is bland, without a trace of murder, but it takes a lot of heroic energy to change the world, which is far greater than ordinary means.

In an instant, ninety percent of the Haoran Qi was dispersed, and He Qi smiled indifferently, just when the remaining Haoran Qi was about to dissipate.

Who knew that at this time, the remaining Haoran Qi gathered in the middle, and an old Xiucai in cloth appeared, and in He Qi's stunned eyes, the vast and cold voice of the old Xiucai sounded from the void.

"My heir, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

(End of chapter)