"Master, you are here, I have made up a few prohibitions by myself, you come to see me, can you still do it. Chen Ping saw Yuan Tianzhenjun coming, and said happily.

"Hehe, don't look at it, I already know, it's very good, these prohibitions you made are very good. Yuan Tianzhenjun said two very good things in a row, that is, it means that he agrees with the ban that Chen Ping has made.

"As long as I can, Master, then I'll continue to get other prohibitions. Chen Ping said.

"Don't mess with it, it's time for you to rest and go to the next formation, you have absorbed so much murderous energy, you should refine that murderous energy into use. After speaking, he picked him up with one hand, and before Chen Ping could react, he was thrown into the formation by Yuan Tianzhenjun.

When Chen Ping wanted to say something, he had already entered the formation, and looked around depressedly, what the hell is going on, this ancestor's fart is too weird, and he threw me into the formation before he finished speaking.

Chen Ping looked at the surrounding environment, he was in an antique place, opened the room, and a paradise on earth appeared in front of Chen Ping's eyes.

"Childe, Guo Wenming in the east of the city came to meet Childe. When Chen Ping was watching intently, a voice sounded.

Chen Ping looked at it, and a person dressed as a big scholar came to Chen Ping. "Oh, Wen Ming is here, we'll go see him now. ”

Chen Ping quickly entered the role, knowing that he had become a little Confucian after entering the formation, and he was a famous representative figure of Confucianism in this space.

"Wen Ming, what's the matter with you?" Chen Ping also became erudite and talented.

"Brother Chen, you have to save me. After speaking, Guo Wenming knelt down.

"You stand up and speak first, and I will save you. Chen Ping asked.

"Brother Chen, can you give me a pair of calligraphy and paintings, I'm waiting for your calligraphy and paintings to save my life. Guo Wenming knelt down and said, as if Chen Ping wouldn't get up if he didn't agree.

"What do you want to do with my worthless calligraphy and paintings?" Chen Ping said, thought about it and said, "If I'm not mistaken, I just gave you a pair a long time ago." ”

"Hey, Brother Chen, it's hard to say, you must help me this time, otherwise, I will be killed by them. Guo Wenming looked at Chen Ping anxiously and said.

"Are you gambling again, I told you how much, you can't gamble anymore, you are like this, you are like this. Chen Ping looked at this person who had not changed his teachings and sighed.

"Brother Chen, you are my own brother, you must save me, I promise you, I will not gamble next time. When Guo Wenming heard Chen Ping's tone, he felt that there was a play, and hurriedly agreed.

"Hey, I really can't help you, remember, this is the last time, there is no next time. After Chen Ping finished speaking, he glanced at the scholar and left.

Guo Wenming's original dejected appearance became radiant when he heard Chen Ping's words.

Chen Ping returned to the study and sat in front of the bookshelf, thinking, why did the ancestor let me come to such a place, as if I remember that when the ancestor threw me in, he said that he told me to absorb the murderous aura on my body, but now I seem to be a person who has no power to practice the exercises, and it seems that I have been sealed by the ancestor again, so how can I still absorb the bloody breath?

Chen Ping really couldn't figure out why Shizu asked him to come to such a place.

Hey, it doesn't matter, since the ancestor asked me to come here, then there must be his intentions, so I'll let it be.

After thinking about these boring things, Chen Ping stood up and looked at the bookshelf in front of him full of books, "Mozi", "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Han Feizi", "Mencius", "Analects" Looking at these books, Chen Ping already felt that his mind was starting to heat up.

No, there are so many books, and they are also classics of various families, so the ancestor doesn't mean to tell me to memorize them all.

Chen Ping thinks so, but he is still a good scholar. picked up a copy of the Confucian classic "Analects" and read it, Chen Ping couldn't understand a lot of it at first, but slowly read it deeply.

Chen Ping was already attracted by the contents. Involuntarily calmed down, and slowly a wave of Haoran righteousness appeared in his body, and when the bloody qi in his body saw Haoran righteousness appear, he was so frightened that he scattered and fled.

Slowly, as long as Haoran Righteous Qi catches up with a little Bloody Evil Qi, then the red Bloody Evil Qi will slowly be refined by that Heroic Righteous Qi and grow stronger.

He didn't know what was going on in Chen Ping's body, he had now become a knowledgeable person, who only read the books of sages and sages, and did not hear through foreign affairs.

Time passed quickly, and Chen Ping remembered that it had been almost forty years since he entered the formation, and he had become a generation of Confucian masters.

Every day, there is an endless stream of people who come to visit, all come to ask this old man who has seen the sage atmosphere of the previous generation, Chen Ping's hair has turned gray, his beard is very long, and the scholar who has been with him all the year round has also died of old age.

Originally, Chen Ping lived in a huge courtyard, but since he was named Prince of Confucius by the emperor ten years ago, Chen Ping did not have the joy of being sealed, but came alone to the small hillside outside the city and built a thatched hut.

Not affected by fame, a person lived a lonely life, he was happy to leave a legacy, he deviated from the scriptures, and often had disciples, rich people and even high-ranking officials in the court to listen to Chen Ping's explanation.

Who knows the loneliness of the sages, outsiders do not know. Chen Ping's current external life is just proportional to his inner realm, no matter how tragic and painful his external life is, his heart is full of joy.

But is his outward life really tragic? It can be regarded as a fact that he has never been married in his life, and now he is the only one left. Isn't this the tragedy of his life?

Chen Ping did not achieve his goal, he did not have the so-called material enjoyment in this formation, but he was very happy in his heart. Why is he happy? The happiness in his heart is just proportional to the tragedy of his life. Of course, it is good to be happy if you are successful in life, but what about when life is unsuccessful and tragic? If you are still happy at this time, then this is the feeling of a sage, the realm of a sage. Now Chen Ping has reached such a realm.

This is what distinguishes the sages from ordinary people. Chen Ping has been in this formation for more than 40 years and understands a truth, as long as people have selfish desires, they will never be happy, and they can only realize it when they get rid of their selfish desires, so it is said that "they are fortunate in the poor". That's why saints can be happy at any time, in any environment. The feelings of the sages are the foundation of all sages, and they are the foundation of all great sages, middle sages, and minor sages.

Chen Ping seems to have reached a state of unity between heaven and man, heaven is himself, and he is also heaven.

I also gradually understood why the ancestor let me come to this place and familiarize myself with the Four Books and Five Classics, it turned out that he wanted to let himself have a heroic and righteous spirit to dissolve the bloody aura.

I don't know how the bloody qi has been resolved, but now Chen Ping has regarded himself as a generation of sages, and every word he says is deeply philosophical.

Whenever he preached, the hut was filled with people.

Time flies, more than ten years have passed, Chen Ping is already eighty years old in this world, and he has also ushered in the peak of his life, this peak is not the peak of his cultivation, but the peak of what he has learned in his life.

The whole person is full of a kind of righteousness, and Chen Ping is now full of righteousness in his whole body, and he can be retracted and released freely. People who see him from time to time find it strange.

Why, sometimes it looks like an old man, an ordinary old man, and sometimes it looks like an erudite old man.

Such a strange phenomenon often appears in Chen Ping. His own murderous aura had already been absorbed and refined by him unconsciously.

The whole person looks a lot more ordinary. Chen Ping, who was in the formation that day, died of old age and returned to the top of the steps in an instant.

Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes, a fine light shot out from his eyes, and then returned to calm, now looking at Chen Ping's eyes, full of wisdom.

Yuan Tianzhenjun quietly appeared in front of him, nodded and said: "Idiot, you have mastered the wisdom, now that you are here to retreat, smelting your own heroic righteousness and killing qi and one, then your forging at this stage can also come to an end." ”

After listening to Yuan Tianzhenjun's words, Chen Ping closed his eyes and began to refine the heroic righteousness and killing qi.

Now he found that his body was a mess, Haoran righteous qi filled half of his body, and the killing qi filled the other half of his body.

These two breaths started a war in his body, but it seemed that the killing aura was already a little weak.

In the formation, although Haoran's righteous qi forced the killing qi to disappear, but out of the formation, the killing qi was stimulated by the true qi in Chen Ping's body, and a fierce counterattack began, which can also be regarded as a dying struggle.

Chen Ping didn't know how long he had been in retreat, but the Haoran Righteous Qi and Killing Qi in his own body had been absorbed and refined by him, and he could now retract and release it freely.

Yuan Tianzhenjun looked at Chen Ping with satisfaction, and thought in his heart, this kid is good, he has a good understanding, with these things, he can protect himself when he goes out in the future.

Chen Ping woke up, restrained his breath and entered, it seemed that Chen Ping did not look like a cultivator at all, but like an ordinary person, more like a weak scholar.

But no one should underestimate this weak scholar, this kid is ready to play the role of a pig and eat a tiger, and he doesn't seem to have any cultivation on his body.

As long as the cultivator is not too much higher than him, he can't tell that he is a cultivator at all, if this kid goes to rob a cultivator who is lower than him, it is estimated that he will rob a cultivator.

No matter how Chen Ping cultivated, he couldn't break through the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and there was still a layer of diaphragm blocking him, preventing him from entering the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

He shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Why can't I enter the middle stage of the Yuan Infant Period, how many years have I been cultivating, not more than a hundred years, why are I still wandering in the early stage of the Yuan Infant Period." ”

Yuan Tianzhenjun heard Chen Ping's entanglement, and said: "What's the hurry, if you can't break through, you can't break through, I can break through a realm for at least a few thousand years now, and you are too slow after only a few years, that is, you don't know, how many cultivators have not broken through the Yuan Infant Stage in their entire lives." It's just Ning Dan. ”

Chen Ping was ashamed to think, yes, hey, it's still too much of a rush.

Then Yuan Tianzhenjun said helplessly to Chen Ping: "Go to retreat, if you don't change your character of this anxious exercise, don't enter the next formation, and in the end there are still two formations left, if you don't change the character of this anxious exercise, you will only have a dead end when you enter." After saying that, he disappeared.

Chen Ping looked at the place where Yuan Tianzhenjun disappeared depressedly, it was time to change this temper, if he didn't change this temper, he would suffer in the end.

Then Chen Ping sat like this, closed his eyes, didn't think about anything in his heart, and didn't use his mind, and the whole person was in an indescribable feeling.

It's like the living dead, but this feeling didn't last long before it changed, and it became something that even Yuan Tianzhenjun couldn't believe.

What has happened to Chen Ping, his current physical condition is in a state of suspended animation, he has no breathing, he doesn't even have his mental method working, and he can't feel his existence in this place at all if he feels it with his divine sense.

It was as if he had disappeared into thin air, but with the naked eye, he was clearly sitting there.

Yuan Tianzhenjun looked at Chen Ping's state, his breath became short, and he shouted: "This, this, this, this is 、、、、、" Before he finished speaking, Yuan Tianzhenjun disappeared and came to Chen Ping.