Among the martial arts exercises in the world, Buddhism is compassionate and vast, Taoism is hidden from the dust, the demon is ethereal and unpredictable, the soldiers are fierce, and the doctors are mellow and Changchun, and the exercises in each sect have their characteristics and essence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Being able to establish a mountain and establish a sect in its own lineage, the exercises of these sects naturally have their own wisdom.

Among the teachings of these sects, Buddhism is universal to all sentient beings, there are no classes, and it pays attention to putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot.

Sects such as Taoism and medicine also tend to have benevolence to those who do evil, not to mention the Demon Gate, which is already upright and unscrupulous, and there are many evil people and few good deeds, so it is called a demon.

Among all the sects, only the Confucian people can't melt any sand in their eyes, they are upright, upright, upright, pay attention to repaying virtue with virtue, repay grievances with straightforwardness, repay revenge for one day, repay them for a hundred generations, and never tolerate those who commit murder and evil.

If you disagree with the Confucian teachings, you will lack the momentum of courage and diligence, and you can't get started anyway.

Such a person can only become a pseudo-Confucian who has no power to restrain the chicken, not a real Confucian disciple who "can carry the North Gate".

Only people with upright minds can become great masters of Confucianism, and it is possible to practice a heroic and righteous qi to the point of "stuffing between heaven and earth".

Because Haoran is righteous and masculine, the evil people are most afraid of the great Confucian, and often the great Confucian can shake the demon to death with a single word.

Since ancient times, good and evil have been like ice and charcoal, and black and white have always been distinct.

Now facing the Demon Sound Sect Master of the Demon Gate, if Yang Yi wants to win, it is most appropriate to use the Confucian Sect Exercises.

At this time, a sword stabbed out, and the great momentum on Yang Yi's body rose up, like the scorching sun, mighty and mighty, full of congestion in the sky, surging rivers rushed towards the master of the Demon Sound Gate, after this sword went out, he entered the realm of Hedao again.

Everything in front of him has become different, he can see the trajectory of the wind blowing, he can see that the moonlight is very different from the past, he can faintly feel the limitations and fluctuations of the space where he is, at this moment, everything in the world has the possibility of being able to interpret, and all the actions of the demon gate master in front of him no longer have secrets in his eyes.

Compared with the last time he faced Zhang Daoran, this time the realm of merging seems to be a layer deeper.

This is the horror of this set of swordsmanship created by Yang Shenxing.

The realm of the unity of heaven and man, which is impossible for ordinary warriors to seek in their lifetime, is unleashed in this set of Zhongzheng sword techniques, and the sword momentum will bring the mind of the person who made the sword into this realm of harmony "forcibly".

The more this kind of Dao realm is felt, it will naturally have a great effect on the martial artist's Dao heart and comprehension, and the speed of martial arts cultivation is naturally far beyond that of his peers.

This is also an important reason why there are so many masters in Confucianism.

Even the little grandmaster Zhang Daoran faced Yang Yi's Hedao sword, and he had to dodge and dodge, although the master of the Demon Sound Sect was strong, but compared to Zhang Daoran, it was still a few points worse, and he didn't dare to take Yang Yi's earth-shattering sword, and his body flew away, intending to dodge.

Compared with Zhang Dao's words, Yang Yi's evil sword did more damage to the Demon Sound Sect Master, but the momentum of the sword had already shaken his mind.

This is impossible.

The master of the Demon Sound Sect has advanced to the martial arts master for many years, and his mind has long been polished to a crystal clear, with little dust and dust, not to mention that the eight winds do not move, the heavenly pillar is shattered and his face does not change, but his spirit is tenacious and his mind is stable.

Now that Yang Yi stabbed out with a sword, he felt as if he was under the scorching sun, almost being scorched and melted, and his whole body was boiling with real qi, which actually gave him a feeling of going mad.

The Demon Sound Sect Master suddenly thought of a great Confucian who had fought with him many years ago.

Back then, the great Confucian fought with himself and saw defeat, but in the end he was punched by himself, and after trying his best to straighten his body, he stabbed himself with a sword, and that sword was as imposing as Yang Yi today, and it was also so charming, after that sword was stabbed, the other party was seriously injured, but he didn't please himself.

For such a swordsmanship, he will never dare to forget.

"Are you a Confucian?"

The Demon Sound Sect Master was shocked, and under the screams of shock, his body retreated like lightning, and the grandmaster's demeanor was gone.

He retreated quickly, and the long sword in Yang Yi's hand chased faster, crossing the space in an instant, and the sword light flashed, and he had already arrived in front of the Demon Sound Sect Master.

With a "bang", the body of the Demon Sound Sect Master flew high, the long flute in his hand exploded into a cloud of fragments, and a terrible voice sounded from his mouth, "Yang Yi!

In the night sky, under the bright moon, Yang Yi stood in the air and laughed loudly.

The long sword in his hand swung suddenly, and a sword qi quickly slashed towards the Demon Sound Sect Master who was running wildly, "Yang will send the Door Master another ride!"

"Ahh

The Demon Sound Sect Master, who was running quickly, suddenly spurted out a pool of blood, and disappeared into the night like lightning, only the mournful voice still echoed in the night sky, "Never die......

"Never Die......"

......

Yang Yi shook his head and smiled, "Never die?

He walked from a high altitude to the forest, "Now I can defeat this martial arts master with one move, is this due to the enhancement of my strength, or is this sword technique?"

Thinking of the wonderful artistic conception of heaven and earth just now, Yang Yi took a deep breath, straightened his body, and was sincere, and slashed the long sword in his hand towards a big tree beside him.

Silently, the long sword had already cut the tree in two, but the transcendent realm just now had not been able to re-enter.

"It seems that only when you are facing the enemy, you have pressure in your heart, a sense of internal and external feelings, and your body and mind are one, can you fully bring out the essence of this swordsmanship. ”

Yang Yi tried several times in succession, but the realm just now couldn't enter no matter what.

"This matter must not be urgent, the more anxious you are, the more you can't calm down, the more you can't enter this realm, and you can't ask for it too quickly!"

After trying a few times, Yang Yi did not put the sword back into its sheath and returned to the place where the tent had been set up.

"Have a good rest, but I want to see what seniors will be tomorrow!"

Nothing was said all night.

At dawn the next day, Yang Yi stepped out of his horse, and after hoisting the flag on the halberd again, he continued to run south.

At this time, it was the time to harvest wheat, Yang Yi was riding a horse on a country road, and all he saw was the scene of farmers harvesting wheat.

Golden ears of wheat, heavy bowed heads, everywhere there are farmers holding sickles, bending down to cut wheat, they are busy in this season, sweating through their clothes, although tired back and leg pain, but looking at the full ears of wheat in front of them, the waves of wheat rise and fall with the wind, the joy of harvest is far greater than the fatigue of labor.

In the wheat field, old cows, donkeys, and horses pulling rocks are turning around and grinding wheat, and some children are catching gnats, dragonflies, grasshoppers, and frogs.

It's harvest season.

Yang Yi hadn't calmed down for a long time to watch the scenes of these ordinary people's lives.

When he was in the heavenly world, every time he was busy with farming, he would personally go to the field to cultivate the fields and plant wheat, water and irrigate, and worship Shennong to show his attention to the farmers.

At this time, seeing the busy scene in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy.

He stopped at the head of a small village.

There was a big tree at the head of the village, and under the big tree, an old man with gray hair was sitting on a small stool to enjoy the shade, and an old ox was crouching beside him and chewing on the herbiva that had ruminated.

The old man in front of him looked to be in his seventies, shirtless, revealing a dark skin, and a pu fan in his hand was slowly fanning, fanning the wind at the same time, but also driving away the mosquitoes and flies around him.

On the stone table beside him, an old teapot with a mouth was steaming, and there was still half a bowl of tea in the coarse porcelain tea bowl that had not been drunk.

The old man looked at Yang Yi.

(To be continued.) )