Yan Shiyi always felt that the old man was not very reliable, and said suspiciously: "Old man, who are you talking about as a Confucian sage? I have a good relationship with you, so are you so sure that he is willing to help me?"

Speaking of Confucianism, even unruly people like Mo Jingtian looked solemn and said respectfully: ""Even if there are thousands of times, there are eight wildernesses", you have heard of this sentence, there is no need to explain the eight wildernesses, I am one of the eight wildernesses, this is eternal, it is the ancient temple, the temple is the temple of Confucianism, so even if there are thousands of years, it can be said that it is talking about Confucianism. ”

Yan Shiyi asked: "That is to say, you are as famous as the Confucian Sage, then it is good, you must have a lot of friendship between you, so I can rest assured!"

How do you know that Mo Jingtian knocked on the top of the young man's head with a chestnut, and shouted: "Nonsense, no matter how bold I Mo Jingtian is, I don't dare to say that I am as famous as Confucianism, and those who can be as famous as Confucianism are only the Taoist ancestors of the pure world and the Buddha of the immeasurable world!"

Yan Shiyi felt that his head hurt, what was this, and asked with a wry smile: "Old man, can you make it clear, what is the pure world, the immeasurable world, isn't there only one Datong world?"

Although Mo Jingtian was a little impatient, considering that this young man had never been anywhere except for the mountain behind the academy, although there was a sea of books in the library building, it was just that this kid picked out some romance or romance novels to read carefully, and where would he go to read other books, so it can be said that not only is there a blank in the cultivation world, but even how big this world is, it is not clear.

Mo Jingtian could only say patiently: "The world we live in has three worlds, namely the Datong world, the pure world, and the immeasurable world. The pure world is governed by Taoist ancestors, Taoism is respected, and everyone in the pure world is a religious person. The immeasurable world is where the Buddha sits and the Buddha is respected, and there, everyone is a person who believes in Buddhism. In addition, there are 100,000 miles of wasteland, where all the people live are demons, and the two biggest forces are the demon race and the demon race, and for thousands of years, they have been trying to invade the world. ”

Yan Shiyi heard someone talk about this for the first time, and he was a little fascinated when he heard it, and when he saw that Mo Jingtian stopped talking, he hurriedly asked, "Old man, tell me more, let me know more." ”

Mo Jingtian said: "Since you plan to cultivate, you will know these things sooner or later, and now you can know a rough idea." Anyway, it is the Confucian saint, the Taoist ancestor, and the Buddha, each ruling a world, and there are many disciples under the seat, all of whom are saint-like existences. Take Confucianism as an example, there are seventy-two saints in the temple, all of whom have spells to the heavens, and they are in harmony with all things in heaven and earth, and they have almost lived the same life as heaven and earth. ”

"Pick one!" Mo Jingtian said, "You know almost nothing about the cultivation world now, so I'll give you a general introduction first, so that you can have a general understanding of cultivation." ”

Yan Shiyi sat upright and listened carefully.

Mo Jingtian gushed endlessly.

Cultivation is a matter of rebellion, the creation of heaven and earth to strengthen itself, with the help of the practice method to lead the heaven and earth vitality into the body, open a hundred veins, wash the marrow bones, cleanse the flesh and blood, condense the hundred qi in the dantian qi sea, open up the cave, form a golden pill, turn out the yin god dharma, and finally be able to feather and soar, obtain the way of heaven, and live with heaven and earth.

Cultivation is divided by the level of the realm, and there are five realms: upper, middle and lower.

Refining the body, refining the qi realm, gathering the spirit realm, opening the earth realm, and opening the heaven realm, is for the next five realms, these five realms are extremely similar to martial arts, focusing on cultivating the physique, the cultivator acts against the sky, and it will inevitably lead to the heavenly calamity, and the strong physique plus the protection of the magic weapon can resist the heavenly calamity and immortality, and climb high and look far on the way of cultivation.

The realm of the cave house, the realm of feathering, the realm of the fetus, the realm of the gods, the realm of the gods, the realm of the gods, these five realms are the middle five realms, and when they come here, they can be regarded as having a glimpse of the way of heaven, and many mysteries can only be experienced here.

The Moonlight Realm, the Sun Realm, the Immortal Realm, the Ascension Realm, and the Tianhe Realm are the five realms, and the practice has reached this point, moving mountains and seas, saying the law, and going to the extreme, to prove the way of heaven, and live with heaven and earth.

The benefit of Yan Shiyi's cultivation that he could think of was just the flying of the imperial sword, how fast, he never thought that there were so many benefits, and he was even more fascinated and deeply immersed in it.

Seeing him like this, Mo Jingtian smiled and said: "The many mysteries of cultivation still need to be slowly experienced by yourself, and hearsay is illusory after all. ”

Yan Shiyi nodded solemnly, and strengthened his determination to embark on the path of cultivation.

"Old man, do you think that Confucian Sage is really willing to help me?" Yan Shiyi asked.

Mo Jingtian just stared at the black iron rod that was left out in the cold.

Yan Shiyi asked uncertainly, "Could it have something to do with this?"

Mo Jingtian smiled: "Of course!"

"There are thousands of ages, and there are eight desolations!" Mo Jingtian said, "There are seventy-two saints in the holy temple, why don't you say that there are seventy-two saints?"

Yan Shi stopped as soon as he saw him talking, but his eyes looked at him, and he said, "Could it be that the cultivation of the seventy-two saints is not as good as that of the Eight Desolation Sword Masters?"

Mo Jingtian said with a smile: "Not really! Since you can enter the holy temple and be holy, you should cultivate to reach the sky, no matter how strong the Eight Desolation Sword Master is, cultivation is nothing more than that." ”

"What is the reason for that?" Yan Shi couldn't wait to ask when he saw that Mo Jingtian had been playing dumb riddles.

Mo Jingtian said: "That's because although the seventy-two saints are cultivated to the heavens, they are not good at fighting, but the holy temple is in charge of the world, and there is always a need for someone to maintain the stability of this world, so the Eight Desolation Sword Masters came out at the right time! The cultivation of the Eight Desolation Sword Masters may not be as good as the seventy-two saints, but their combat power is extremely strong, and when they fight against the seventy-two saints, the seventy-two saints often fall behind." ”

Yan Shiyi suddenly realized and said with a smile: "It turns out that the Eight Desolation Sword Master is the thug of the Holy Temple!"

Mo Jingtian knocked on the top of the young man's head again, and shouted: "Dealing with books all day long, but still talking so rudely, what is a thug of the Holy Temple?"

Yan Shiyi hurriedly laughed, "Just get the meaning, old man, you don't need to be too harsh." I know you used to be the Sword Master of the Eight Desolations, but that was a long time ago!"

Mo Jingtian shouted: "What used to be the Eight Desolation Sword Master, Lao Tzu is still the Eight Desolation Sword Master now!"

Yan Shiyi was puzzled, "Old man, didn't you lose the Haoran Sword?

Mo Jingtian sighed and said, "The Haoran Sword has never been lost, it has always been in my hand!"

Yan Shi thought of all the miraculous things about the broken iron rod, and exclaimed, "You mean that this broken iron rod is the Haoran Sword?"

Mo Jingtian said gloomily: "Exactly!"

"How did it become like this?" Yan Shi was puzzled, the reason why Haoran Academy was treated unequally was because Old Man Mo had lost the Haoran Sword. But the Haoran Sword has always been here, why did Old Man Mo lie to the people outside that the Haoran Sword had been lost?

Mo Jingtian didn't answer him directly, but said: "This is another sad thing, I don't want to talk about it here!"

Yan Shi nodded, "Since it's your sad matter, then don't mention it!" After a pause, he continued, "Then you want to lend me this iron rod and let me take it to meet the Confucian Sage, even if he doesn't look at the monk's face, he will also look at the Buddha's face, even if he doesn't give you face, for the sake of Haoran Sword, he will help me?"

Mo Jingtian shook his head and said, "That's wrong, I plan to pass on this Haoran Sword to you and make you the new Haoran Sword Master!"

Yan Shi was stunned, "Will there be such a good thing?"

Mo Jingtian smiled and said, "Don't be too happy too early, didn't you see the layer of black rust on the outside of Haoran Sword?"

Yan Shiyi said: "By the way, I was about to ask you, what is the matter with these iron filings? Why do the iron filings always float into my mouth on their own when they peel off, will there be any sequelae of this?"

"Is there such a thing?" Mo Jingtian was shocked and said secretly: Could it be that he is not entrusting anyone?

It's just that the young man before the meeting, his eyes are clear and clear, and he is very different from the people of the demon race.

Mo Jingtian has always acted as a bohemian and uninhibited, and he has a very light view of the division between good and evil.

Forget it, it's up to him, anyway, this kid will have to meet the Confucian saint sooner or later, if there is really any problem, then please ask his old man to solve it himself. What's more, Haoran Sword has its own spirituality, since it helped this kid in the competition, it must make sense, and I don't need to worry about it!

Mo Jingtian saw that the young man was still looking at himself, and said with a smile: "This layer of iron filings is not ordinary, I fought a big fight with the demons in the 100,000-mile wasteland back then, and the twelve demon lords did their best, and they couldn't take me, but they were killed by me, and the big demon lord was also a ruthless character, seeing that the Haoran sword in my hand was fierce, he actually gave up his cultivation and turned it into iron filings, and sealed the Haoran sword, I saw that the matter had come to this, so I escaped back from the 100,000-mile wasteland with the sealed Haoran sword." ”

Yan Shiyi sighed, shook his head and said: "After talking for a long time, it turned out to be the sealed Haoran Sword, that is a fart, what is the new Haoran Sword Master, old man, you don't have to coax me!"

Mo Jingtian said gloomily: "Boy, since you don't want to, I won't be reluctant, but in the battle with the Twelve Demon Lords, in fact, I was also seriously injured, and I haven't recovered until now, so I can only stay here and survive, otherwise, I may be able to break the seal for you." ”

Yan Shi saw that he was pitiful, and said: "Old man, don't sell it miserably, I'll just accept it, as for whether you can be the master of the Haoran Sword, you can only look at the creation!"

When Mo Jingtian heard this, he was angry, and scolded: "How many people want Haoran Sword but can't, you are good, you can get cheap and sell well!" After speaking, he stretched out his hand to reach out to the iron rod.

Yan Shi glanced at the quick hand, the iron rod in his hand, and shouted: "Old man, you can't regret it!"

Mo Jingtian couldn't take him, so he said helplessly: "Boy, stop talking nonsense, I'll start teaching you to practice now!"