"You have the cultivation of the peak of a Confucian scholar at a young age, how can you be ashamed?" Xun Zi had a smile on the corner of his mouth, in his opinion, Han Yu's blood and qi around him were like dragons, and he was definitely in the prime of life, which was completely different from other disciples who had cultivated the secret art of residing in the face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Yu knew in his heart that the Jixia School Palace had gathered a group of the most learned talents of the human race, but the cultivation of the hundred schools of thought was not cultivating immortals after all, and those who could step into the holy realm and live forever were definitely rare. Although Xunzi is a half-step Confucian saint, he already has a half-immortal body, but it is only a few hundred years, if he can't really achieve a Confucian saint, he can't get out of the cycle of life and death after all.

Of course, Xunzi would not have thought that the other party was just a big demon who had cultivated the Huang Ting Sutra, let alone that there were monsters who could practice Haoran righteousness, seeing Han Yu playing with the hilt of the sword and bowing his head silently, he said: "When I was young, I also used to sword the world, but the older I get, I suddenly realize that the different paths lead to the same end, and Confucianism and Taoism may not be invincible to the way of the sword!" he said, stretching out his hand and outlining in the void.

Haoran's righteousness condensed and took shape, and a majestic and powerful "sword" character appeared in front of Han Yu's eyes.

"This is ......" Han Yu was shocked inexplicably, because the quaint word "sword" actually revealed a little aura of the law of swordsmanship.

Xunzi seemed to be very satisfied with Han Yu's reaction, and smiled faintly: "Let's take my move 'all over the place'!"

Han Yu strode proudly, flicked his wrist, and threw out the long sword.

The word "sword" in the void seemed to have seen through Han Yu's attack, and with a "sigh", he avoided the sword of the cadre, and the sword qi was sharp, attacking Han Yu's lock heart acupoint.

When the strange roar hit, Han Yu's heart was shocked, this void "sword" was like a peerless swordsman, his moves were invisible, his swordsmanship was all sharpened between killings, and he was the best at on-the-spot response, but he was helpless against this void "sword" word. The figure rolled, and was about to dodge the wonderful and urgent sword, when his eyes shrank, but he caught a glimpse of the sword that fell to the ground.

It turned out that at some point, the word "sword" in the void had secretly separated a sword qi, knocking the sword to the ground, and the blade was completely submerged into the ground, leaving only the hilt of the sword trembling constantly, and a few wisps of sword spikes fluttering without wind......

Xunzi clicked, waved his hand, and the word "sword" turned into a heroic righteousness and shot towards Han Yu's eyebrows.

Han Yu reacted, subconsciously wanted to avoid this energy, and suddenly remembered the purpose of this trip, judging from the other party's previous actions, he did not find out his identity, and it was impossible to suddenly kill him, so he immediately faced it, and let this pure Haoran righteousness not enter the center of his eyebrows.

Xunzi nodded secretly, and said proudly: "This is the 'Haoran Phantom Star Sword' created by the old man, which is performed from the twenty-eight nights of Zhou Tian, and the stars are changed with Haoran's righteousness, and the number of magic is calculated to predict ......the enemy first."

"Sure enough, it's the Haoran Phantom Star Sword, Lord Xunzi has deep expectations for you. Beigong Bo walked in at some point, patted Han Yu's shoulder, and was envious. Han Yu nodded, his divine sense was strong, and he completely absorbed the swordsmanship in Haoran's righteous qi almost instantly, and bowed his hand and said, "Thank you for your love!"

"Sword Dao cultivation is the easiest to fall into killing, I see that the killing intent in your sword qi is awe-inspiring, with this Haoran Phantom Star Sword Restraint, it will not lead astray in the future and be controlled by this killing intent......" Xunzi waved his hand.

Han Yu nodded, there was no possibility of being controlled by the killing intent if he controlled the way of killing, what really made him fancy was the means of luck for Wen Qi in the Haoran Phantom Star Sword. However, Xunzi only taught swordsmanship, but he never mentioned the method of condensing qi forming Fang Cai, and his heart moved, and he said strangely: "My lord, the word 'sword' just now is ......."

Xunzi's eyes were deep, as if he was caught in a memory: "First there was Wenzu Cangjie to create words, and then there was the prosperity of a hundred schools of thought, do you know the connection between the two?"

Han Yu shook his head blankly.

Xunzi set his eyes on Beigong Bo again.

Beigong Bo scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Xunzi glared at him and continued: "There are many good books, and Cangjie is the only one. The world only knows that Cangjie made words, but they don't know what kind of words are passed down by Wenzu that day, the three thousand ancient words all point to the avenue, and each word contains the power of a law......"

Han Yu's eyes shrank: "Three Thousand Avenues?"

"Yes, Wen Zu was born to be able to write, Rui De Lingguang, looking up at the trend of Kui Xing's round curve, looking down on the turtle Wen Bird Feather trip, every word created is a proverb of the avenue, this kind of text was born with jealousy, it is rumored that the day the word is made, the sky is rain, the ghost is crying for the night, the dragon is hidden, and Wen Zu is the jade is burned...... Xun Zi sighed, "Since then, although these three thousand words have been handed down, they only leave their shape, not the essence of the gods." However, when the ancestor of the day wen, he dispersed his literary spirit into the great fortune of the human race, and after a thousand years, there were constantly virtuous people in the world, and there were gradually hundreds of schools of thought!"

Han Yu seemed to have an understanding: "Could it be that the word 'sword' of the adult Fang Cai is the Great Dao Proverb left by Wen Zu?"

Xunzi nodded approvingly, and shook his head again: "The three thousand proverbs of that day have long been lost in the long river of time, but we are waiting to practice the Tao of Literature, with the help of the ancient words left by the ancestors of the past to figure out the deep meaning, and comprehend a certain realm can make it form a real Great Dao Proverbs, and this is our Tao - to establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a life for the people, to continue to learn for the saints, and to open peace for all generations!"

Han Yu was secretly in his heart, the human race was really blessed, in addition to the martial arts cultivation of qi practitioners, there was actually a lineage of Wendao inheritance that has been passed down to this day, and it seems that the cultivation of this Wendao is not necessarily weaker than that of martial arts.

"These are actually recorded in the library of the school palace......" Xunzi said pointedly.

Beigong Bo was embarrassed, and suddenly remembered the purpose of this trip, and immediately hugged his fists and bowed: "Lord Xunzi, Mo Jie's family knew that Brother Han had walked out of the illusion, and in a fit of anger, he actually fainted, and the word came out of the sacrificial wine Shenzi, if the adult didn't give him an explanation, he would come to Brother Han in person!"

The Eight Curses of Life and Death were connected to Mo Yu's mind, and the first moment Han Yu came out of the battle, he sensed it. This made him embarrassed, not only did he not hold a big hatred, but he also abandoned his martial arts to help the other party, and immediately vomited blood in anger, coupled with the vitality consumed by his secret method, this time he did not slow down, and directly fell into a severe coma.

Xunzi frowned: "Poultry slippery has always been unique and domineering, and now it is the school palace sacrificial wine...... Well, Han Yu, you can go to the Library Pavilion and copy all the Confucian classics!"

"This ......" Beigong Bo was a little surprised, didn't Xunzi hate Han Yu, how could he punish him for copying books.

Han Yu was neither humble nor arrogant, glanced at Xunzi, and arched his hand: "Thank you, my lord!"

The second monk of Beigong Bozhang couldn't touch his head, don't look at him with a heroic and righteous spirit, but when it comes to reading, he has a big head, and he can have today's achievements, all because the elders in the family pursue talents from the stick and educate them alive, how can they know the deep meaning of Xunzi letting Han Yu copy the book.

Han Yu naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to approach the Heavenly Machine Valley, not to mention that the Library Pavilion itself was located in a place where the literary qi gathered, which was just right to evolve the Wenqu Ancient Star.

Xunzi pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Speaking of which, when I first entered the Jixia School Palace, I copied almost the entire library of books......

Han Yu's heart warmed, knowing that the old man was worried about what he was thinking, so he nodded again, "Han Yu knows!"

"That Mo Jie is Mo Zhai's only bloodline, as a big disciple of Mo Sect, Yu Slip Li naturally does his best to defend this little junior brother, but I have wronged you!"

Han Yu and Beigong Bo were silent.

Confucian disciples have always been important ministers of a dynasty, and the one who served as the third prince was not a Confucian with high morals. However, the disciples of the Mo family are good at mechanical utensils, and cultivators will inevitably fight with others, and a high-quality weapon or even a magic weapon has always been rushed, so outside the temple, it is the Mo Sect that is even better.

Although Han Yu's potential is great, it is not so big that it makes Confucianism and Momen really tear their faces.