Ye Haotian circled around the boss and saw that no one was following behind him, so he turned the bow of the boat and flew towards the wild goose.

The sail soon arrived at Yandang. As soon as he landed on the edge of Yanhu Lake, he saw Lan'er floating out of the Qiankun bag, holding Wang Xianchen with both hands, with a panicked look on his face: "Son, look at it, he seems to be out of breath!"

Ye Haotian was taken aback, hurriedly stretched out his hand to take Wang Xianchen, and quickly came to the jade room where the scriptures were stored, and gently placed them on the thick carpet.

When he looked closely, he saw that Wang Xianchen's eyes were closed and he was not breathing, as if he had already died! However, his skin was ruddy, his face was smiling, and he seemed to be asleep.

He was uneasy, hurriedly probed Wang Xianchen's pulse, touched it for a long time, and found that only the left inch pulse of the six veins still pulsated, although it only moved once in a long time, but it was slow and powerful, not like the appearance of qi and blood exhaustion, but like entering a state of turtle breath. That kind of turtle breath is very peculiar, very different from both Buddhism and Taoism, and it is also different from any vein in the martial arts.

At this time, the other three Confucians heard the movement and gathered over one after another.

Zhu Can's eyebrows lifted and asked, "Who is this person? What's wrong with him?"

Ye Haotian said: "This is the Great Confucian of the Spring and Autumn Sect, the former Imperial History King Xianchen, I don't know which kung fu he has cultivated, but he can hide the qi and blood and the original spirit in the heart, and all the veins are subdued, and it is unique to see the inch veins!"

Hearing that it was a generation of Confucianism, Zhu Can and Cheng Shouli were nervous, for fear that something would happen.

Only Kong Xiuwen showed surprise on his face: "What did you say?

"yes, I don't believe you. ”

Kong Xiuwen didn't stretch out his hand to check the pulse, but just stared at Wang Xianchen, and after a long time, he suddenly praised: "This is really a miracle in the world! The prince is so good, he has cultivated to the second level of the sub-saint before the age of sixty, and his life is admirable!" Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Ye Haotian and said with a smile: "You, the water has washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family does not recognize the family! Wang Chengcheng is refining his mind and concentrating, and he is in the critical period of transformation from the second to the third level of the sub-saint, and he must not be disturbed, otherwise his previous efforts will be wasted!"

Hearing this, not only Ye Haotian was surprised, but even Zhu Can and Cheng Shouli felt strange.

When Lan'er heard that Wang Xianchen was fine, a stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and she casually asked, "What is the sub-sage realm? Could it be that Confucian cultivation is divided into different realms?"

Kong Xiuwen held his long hair and replied: "Yes! Confucian cultivation is as vast as a sea of smoke, not only has the difference of self-cultivation, family harmony, governing the country, and leveling the world, but can also be divided into fools, mortals, wise men, sages, sub-sages, and saints according to the depth of their skills, and each level is quite different. ”

Ye Haotian's heart moved, and he asked, "May I ask Master, what are these levels divided on? Could it be that it depends on the level of moral cultivation?"

Kong Xiuwen shook his head slowly: "Moral cultivation is only one aspect of Confucianism, and it cannot be used as a standard to measure the depth of cultivation. The basis of cultivating Confucianism is to calm the mind, cultivate qi and refine the spirit, and there are four main bases for dividing the realm: one is the degree of perception of conscience, the second is the density of the texture of the heart, the third is the degree of accumulation of Haoran righteousness, and the fourth is the degree of condensation of the mind. ”

Ye Haotian's eyes lit up, and he vaguely seemed to have entered a new world.

Zhu and Cheng were thoughtful, but they both looked puzzled.

Lan'er was confused when she heard this, and said with a smile: "Master Kong, what is the 'degree of perception of conscience'?"

Kong Xiuwen said lightly: "'There are too many saints, too few sages, and no fools'." The saint has a strong ability to perceive his conscience, what he sees with his eyes, what he hears with his ears, what he smells with his nose, what he says in his mouth, what he does with his body, and what he thinks in his heart, as long as there is something that does not conform to his conscience, he knows that he is wrong, so the saint always feels that he is at fault. There are too few virtuous people and no fools because their conscience perception is too weak, even if their eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind are not in accordance with their conscience. This is the difference between a saint and a layman. ”

Lan'er smiled slightly: "I see." I thought that the saints had a lot of faults, and they were all fame-seekers!"

Zhu Can laughed: "Look at what you said, could it be that the masters of Confucianism are all guys who steal chickens and dogs?"

Ye Haotian frowned slightly and asked, "What is the 'density of the heart texture'? Could it be that after cultivation, the heart will become more solid?"

Kong Xiuwen smiled: "Theoretically, this is the case. What the actual situation is, no one has verified it so far. I put forward these four bases today to illustrate a truth: Confucian practice is not all false, and we should not talk about morality in vain. The results of cultivating Confucianism must be visible and tangible, so that those who come after them will believe and be willing to accept the edification of Confucianism. For example, what is a saint? It does not mean that if someone else professes you as a saint, you are a saint, but a saint can only be created after a certain degree of cultivation has undergone drastic changes in the body and mind. 'A saint, in the harmony of heaven and earth, from the principle of the eight winds, suitable for the world, without fear of hatred, with pleasure as the business, with self-satisfaction as the merit, the body is not broken, the spirit is not scattered, and the life span can be hundreds of years. ’”

Hearing this, everyone seemed to understand a little, but they couldn't fully understand.

Zhu Cang interjected dissatisfiedly: "Only a saint can live for hundreds of years? This is too few! Immortal Buddhas can live for thousands of years!"

Cheng Shouli smiled dumbly: "A few hundred years is not bad! After all, he is a Confucian cultivator, who can really be immortal? Don't forget, Confucius only lived to be seventy-three years old, and Meng Fuzi was only eighty-four years old!"

Ye Haotian had been thinking hard, and after pondering for a long time, he suddenly asked: "Master Kong, I remember that you once said: 'The result of Confucian cultivation is on the outside but not on the inside, and it will eventually manifest itself in the form of Confucian Gong. But now he is talking about the changes in the body and mind, and when it comes to the 'degree of accumulation of righteous energy' and 'the density of the texture of the heart', it can be said that no one has ever developed before, but I don't know where these ideas come from?"

Kong Xiuwen raised his head and looked at the roof, his face became cloudy, and he retracted his gaze for a long time and said: "Regarding Confucian practice, there is a shocking secret, which has been concealed by our Confucian family for two thousand years. Now that Confucianism is decadent, the devil has invaded, and Chinese culture has reached the point of life and death, I will tell this secret in front of all the great Confucians. ”

Hearing him say so carefully, all the people pricked up their ears.

Lan'er was even more busy urging: "Tell me quickly!"

Kong Xiuwen said slowly: "I think that back then, when the ancestor Kong Qiu was dying, he once said a passage: 'The inner saint and the outer king, the heart is holy, the body is holy, which is more important, which master is subordinate?' If God has mercy and gives me three more years, the way of Confucianism will not stop here and ...... 'Later, someone found a piece of bamboo slip in the ancestor's study, which was very messily engraved: 'The heart is holy and the body is sacred, and it is combined into the inner sage, the family industry and the national industry are called the outer king, and the inner sage and the outer king complement each other...... 'The bamboo slip is still preserved in the ancestral temple of the Confucian family......

Cheng Shouli's eyes widened: "'Heart Saint Body Saint, Merged into Inner Saint!' So, Master really put forward the concept of 'Body Saint'?"

Lan'er exclaimed: "Self-cultivation can also become holy? If this is the case, isn't Confucianism a little biased in later generations?"

Ye Haotian regretted: "It's a pity that for thousands of years, Confucianism only knows the 'heart saint' but not the 'body saint', but the 'heart saint' is not enough to strengthen the body, and the 'outer king' cannot be transformed into overwhelming skills. No wonder so many Confucian scholars have made immortal contributions to our Chinese nation, but they are all powerless!"

Kong Xiuwen said meaningfully: "You are right! The heart saint, the body saint, and the outer king, these are the three aspects of cultivating Confucianism. If we only ignore the 'body saint', it is not very important, the problem is that even the 'outer king' cannot be recognized by the heavenly court, so the status of Confucianism can only deteriorate! Everyone think about it, Buddhism is similar to us, and it also emphasizes the exercise of the heart surname, and some monks cannot form relics in their lifetime, but they can have a higher ranking on the list of immortals through the accumulated Buddha's heart. As for us Confucians, not only are we physically weak, we have no power to restrain chickens, but even the hard-earned 'Confucian skills' cannot be put into practice, so we are in a very disadvantageous position on the list of immortals. ”

Lan'er sighed: "It would be great if Confucianism could also be transformed into a divine pill!"

Zhu Cang raised his head violently and said loudly: "It's not too late to make amends." As long as we work together to come up with a way to cultivate the 'Body Sage', and then try to transform the merits established by the 'Outer King' into the 'Confucian Divine Pill', why can't we carry forward Confucianism?"

Cheng Shouli glanced at him: "To put it lightly, which of these two is easy to achieve?"

Zhu Can was speechless: "This ...... The existing princes have broken through in the past, and we will study more when we go back, and there will always be a way. ”

Ye Haotian fully understood the predicament faced by Confucianism, and it seemed that the road to Confucianism was extremely long, and it was worth spending his whole life to explore.

After a while, he looked at Wang Xianchen, who was lying quietly, and asked, "I wonder when the prince will wake up?

Kong Xiuwen replied: "This is not possible, at least dozens of days, at most two or three years. You must know that it is already very surprising that Xiu Ru can reach such a level as him, and it is difficult to find a similar description. ”

Ye Haotian thought to himself: "It seems that I can't obtain the power and Buddha heart contained in the Heavenly Ruler for a while! But it doesn't matter, with the empowerment every three or five times, coupled with the night penance, my skill has progressed very quickly." ”

After a little hesitation, he looked at the three great Confucians and said, "Mr. Wang, please take care of you, and after waking up, please let him live in this jade room." ”

Zhu Cang hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Confucianism has come up with a sub-sage, this is the most precious treasure in the world! We are counting on learning scriptures, how can we treat him badly?"

Ye Haotian and Lan'er returned to their cabin with a smile, each holding a red bead in their hands to sit and practice.

When it was almost dawn, Lan'er suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Childe......! I have just seen the immortal list appear in the Mud Pill Palace, with the Divine Pill ranking of 2.48 million and the Buddha's Heart ranking 14,000. As he spoke, he grabbed Ye Haotian's arm and shook it vigorously.

"Really?" Ye Haotian was overjoyed, and couldn't help but slap her fragrant shoulder.

"I'm so happy! Since I followed my son, my skills have been thousands of miles away......" Lan'er's eyes were hazy, and her delicate body had already leaned over.

Ye Haotian stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly, and said with a smile: "This is because of your talent and diligent cultivation. ”

Lan'er smiled like a flower and said: "Childe comforts me! I have instilled a thousand years of divine pills before and after, plus lapis lazuli, earth red pearls, and all kinds of elixirs, if there is no progress, it will be too stupid!"

Ye Haotian casually combed her hair floating on her forehead, gently kissed her cheek, and said softly: "I have also cultivated very quickly, and now I have entered the fourth level of the God Realm." It probably won't be long before the immortal products will be able to enter the 50,000 immortal list, and at that time, they will be counted as the three clear gods, and they can swim in the heavenly realm, rain or shine!"

Lan'er snuggled her delicate body in his arms, and said faintly: "No matter whether it is in the sky or in the ground, wherever the son goes, I will follow him!"

Ye Haotian said with a smile: "I'm going to the capital now!"

Lan'er jumped up suddenly: "Let's go! In two days, it will be the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, and my father is going to attend the banquet of the Regent's Palace, but I am afraid that it will be a little dangerous!"

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The two of them flew to the capital with auspicious clouds, and soon arrived at Jinling, where they gently landed in a place with few people outside the city, and flowed into the city with the people.

Ye Haotian first walked around Xuanwu Lake, carefully identified the location of Huang Wenhui's mansion, and then whispered to Lan'er: "Come back in the evening, this person can't run." Suddenly, he raised his voice and said, "The weather is so good, where should we go?"

Lan'er said happily: "Yes, Qinhuai River! Confucius Temple! It must be very lively there, there are temple fairs before the year and the year, I have been there once before, not to mention how lively it is!"

Ye Haotian saw that she was very excited, so he said, "Okay, let's go there for a walk!"

The Confucius Temple arrived soon, and as far as the eye could see, it was really crowded and lively.

The two walked through the crowd, buying countless knick-knacks and tasting a variety of exquisite dim sum.

Seeing that he had reached the end of the downtown area, Ye Haotian suddenly found that a group of people had gathered on the side of the road, and everyone was standing quietly, with their heads down and not knowing what to look at. The tranquility contrasts sharply with the noise elsewhere.

Lan'er was very curious, and pulled Ye Haotian to squeeze in desperately. When I entered, I saw that someone was painting.

The man was unclothed, his hands and feet were useless, and he had no ears, and he was lying on the ground with a brush in his mouth and slowly drawing. In front of him, a piece of rice paper was spread out, and a crooked river, peach blossoms in bloom from several trees, two parrots, and a bright moon appeared on the paper, with an elegant artistic conception and dignified craftsmanship. There was also an empty bowl with a broken corner beside him.

Everyone was silent, and they all watched him paint fixedly.

After a long while, a painting of "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" was finally completed, and everyone was jubilant.

Ye Haotian sighed again and again: "This person in front of him is by no means an ordinary person, I don't know how he ended up in this step?"

At this time, someone took the painting away, spread new rice paper on the ground, and put some broken silver and a piece of cake in the empty bowl in front of the painter.

The artist finally lifted his head and looked at the man with a gesture of gratitude.

At this moment, Ye Haotian suddenly discovered that the painter turned out to be an acquaintance! Yin Dongping, a close friend of Yuelu Academy, who had not seen him for a few years! He was taken aback, and couldn't help but pounce on him, hugged Yin Dongping, tears flowed down his eyes, and exclaimed: "Brother Yin, what's wrong with you? How can this be?"

Yin Dongping looked up at the person holding him, but found that he didn't know him. He vaguely heard someone call him "Brother Yin", wondering how this person knew his surname Yin, so his heart trembled, and he couldn't help but look at Ye Haotian, "Ahhh

Ye Haotian looked at it intently and found that Yin Dongping's tongue had also been cut off! He couldn't help but feel like a knife, and tears couldn't stop flowing! He couldn't understand why: "Yin Dongping, who was in his prime and had amazing talents, actually fell to such a point!"

At this time, someone next to him shouted, "Hey, you crushed my rice paper! Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Ye Hao turned around suddenly, and found that dozens of people around him were looking at him, and he knew that this place was not the place to speak, so he picked up Yin Dongping and left, and the onlookers were all shocked by the anger emitted by his anger!

He carried Yin Dongping and walked towards the most crowded place in Confucius Temple, followed by a large group of people.

When he changed his face and came out of the crowd, the Yin Dongping he was holding in his hand was gone, but he was followed by a small sedan chair.

After going around a few times and returning to the palace, he took Yin Dongping out of the sedan chair and helped him sit on the chair next to the table.

Lan'er hurriedly went to get some tea and snacks.

Yin Dongping had been looking at Ye Haotian in confusion, not knowing who he was, let alone what he wanted to do.

Ye Haotian took out the mask he used when he was studying in Yuelu Academy and put it on, then spread a blank piece of paper on the table, and wrote with tears in his eyes: "Brother Yin, I am Li Hao!

Yin Dongping looked at the way he put on the mask, looked at the handwriting on the paper, and suddenly fell off the chair.

Ye Haotian stretched out his hand to hold him, and when he looked at it again, Yin Dongping cried and communicated, and he wanted to say "woo ahhh

After a while, Ye Haotian picked up Yin Dongping and put him on the bed, carefully inspected his injuries, and found that his tendons and veins in his hands and feet had been broken, his bones were still intact, his ears were gone, and there was still a little bit of his tongue left.

"I don't know who made the poison so cruel!" he was angry and walked back and forth in the house.

Lan'er stood at the table and looked at him quietly, knowing that he was thinking about how to treat him.

Yin Dongping slowly stopped crying, and looked at him intently, not knowing how he arranged himself.

Ye Haotian thought for a while, walked to the table and wrote a few words with a pen, and then showed it to Yin Dongping.

Yin Dongping looked at the paper and wrote: "Brother Yin, I want to treat you, but I am not completely sure, I don't know if you are willing?" He didn't know how Ye Haotian would treat himself, he just felt that "it is enough for someone to care, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?" So he nodded resolutely.

Ye Haotian saw him nodding, reached out and took out an Ancestral Ascension Immortal Pill that he had refined, and said to Yin Dongping: "Brother Yin, please open your mouth." After speaking, I remembered that Yin Dongping's ears were gone, and he might not be able to hear his own voice.

Yin Dongping knew what he was talking about from his movements and mouth shape, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the pill. The pill entered the abdomen, but he felt a warm feeling rising from the dantian, gradually spreading to the limbs and hundreds of remains, and it didn't take long for his body to seem to be full of strength, and even the sound he heard in his ears suddenly became clear.

Ye Haotian stood next to him and watched quietly, and found that Yin Dongping's complexion gradually turned from pale to ruddy, and his eyes suddenly increased their brilliance, knowing that the Ascending Immortal Pill had played a role, his qi and blood had increased a lot, and even the Immortal Foundation had been built.

Then he raised Yin Dongping's right hand and took a closer look, and found that the broken tendons and veins were located in the upper arm near the shoulder blades, so the whole arm could not move. After seeing it clearly, he raised his voice at Yin Dongping and said, "I'll give you a connection to continue the pulse, it may be a little painful, Brother Yin endure it a little." ”

Yin Dongping nodded excitedly, because he felt that the sound in his ears was very loud, and he knew that his hearing had been restored, so he was full of hope for Ye Haotian.

Ye Haotian stretched out his index finger and was as lucky as a knife, first cut off all the rotten and scabbed muscles, tendons and veins, and then released his divine sense to carefully check each meridian, align each meridian completely, and align the muscles one by one, and finally held the shoulder blade with one hand, and held the lower arm with one hand, carrying ten percent of the spring breeze and rain**, seeing the broken ends of the muscles and blood veins growing desperately, and quickly coagulated together, and then the qi and blood slowly resumed operation, and the atrophied muscles gradually plumped up.

About half an hour later, Ye Haotian stopped with satisfaction and motioned to Yin Dongping to give it a try.

Yin Dongping raised his hand in disbelief, and found that his arm was really raised! He was so excited that he didn't know how to express his thoughts, but he just put one palm on his chest, like an old monk worshipping Buddha, and tears flowed down again.

Then Ye Haotian repaired Yin Dongping's left arm and lower limbs in turn, but finally looked at Yin Dongping's missing ears and tongue and shook his head. His current strength has not yet reached the point of creating something out of nothing, if his own limbs are missing, he may be able to barely give birth, but he is still powerless to do anything about other people's limbs. He thought for a while, comforted Yin Dongping and said: "There is also a way to recover the ears and tongue, but not now, you may have to rely on your own efforts." ”

To be able to cure to such a point, Yin Dongping is already very happy. He never dreamed that there would be this day, so he first stood up and walked a few steps around the house, shaking his arms that only moved in his dreams, and after a while he could be sure that all this was true, and then took a few steps and knelt down to kowtow to Ye Haotian.

Ye Haotian hurriedly helped him up and invited him to sit on the chair next to the table, while he sat on the other side.

Lan'er stepped forward and poured two cups of tea, and then sat quietly beside Ye Haotian, wondering what happened.

Yin Dongping drank the tea dry in one gulp, and then picked up the brush and wrote hard.

Ye Haotian and Lan'er held their breath to watch Yin Dongping put down the pen, but saw that his pen was wandering, and the lines were sprinkled on the long paper like splashing ink.

But it was written on the paper: "After my brother left Yuelu Academy, I devoted myself to studying, forgetting to sleep and eating, looking forward to being named on the gold list at the time of the big competition." I arrived in the capital a month early in the year of the imperial examination, ready to review the old books again. A few days before the exam, I suddenly encountered a question, I couldn't think of the answer to it, and I didn't have the books I needed, so I had to ask around. A fellow official in Beijing introduced me to Guozijian's library, saying that there were the most books there, and that he was guaranteed to be able to find them.

I took the note he wrote and went. The person in charge of the book is still good at talking, and when he saw the note, he let me in, saying that he would read it casually, and read it as long as he liked, even if it was three days and three nights, it didn't matter, as long as he didn't damage the book.

There were so many books in Guozijian, I searched for row after row, and finally found what I was looking for, and stood between the bookshelves and looked at the books. I was fascinated by a book as soon as I read it, and it was the same that day, and before I knew it, it was late, and there was no one in the library except me.

I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely heard someone outside talking: 'Taishi, why are you still here so late?' You are already the third prince of the imperial court, and you are still working so hard, you are really a model for scholars. ’

Then someone replied, 'Well, if you don't study for a day, you're not feeling well, you can't help it, you've developed a problem for many years.' ’

I was impressed at the time, but I quickly became so immersed in the book that I forgot everything around me.

Looking at it, I didn't realize that it was already dark, and a voice came from my ear talking to myself: 'Strange! I can't find it after so many years, where is it hidden?'

'Ibu Gu and Xia Wei are brothers, he had been to the Central Plains before he died, and he should have left some clues. ’

'Paper books are impossible, parchment has been rummaged through, bamboo slips have been carefully read one by one, where is it possible to hide them?'

Then I heard the man's footsteps, the sound of turning the book, and even the sound of tearing the book, and he scolded while tearing it: 'Damn Ibugok, where did you hide the 'Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding'?"

I couldn't bear to hear him tear the book, for fear that I would be affected and that I would not be able to explain it to the person in charge of the book, so I came out from behind the bookshelf and said, 'Sir, please take care of the books, these are rare treasures, and if you break one, you will lose one.' What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you figure it out. After finishing speaking, I remembered that someone in front of me had called 'Taishi', and secretly said in my heart: "Could it be that this person in front of me is actually one of the three princes of the imperial court?

When the man came out from behind the bookshelf, he seemed to be startled by me, and his complexion changed a few times, and finally he said with a smile on his face: 'Hehe, I was wrong, I was in a hurry, I turned the book too fast, and I tore two pages, and I will make up for it later.' I am looking for the reason for the fall of the Xia Dynasty, and studying this issue is good for the maintenance of the imperial court. The history books say that Xia Wei was tyrannical, so it led to the fall of the Xia Dynasty, but I heard that there were other reasons, so I came to investigate. It's a pity that there are too few records about the Xia Dynasty, I searched through all the papers, sheepskins and bamboo slips and couldn't find them.

I saw that he was sincere, so I pointed out to him, 'I know that some of the writings are written on tortoiseshells. If you look for the turtle armor and animal bones left behind at that time, you may be able to find some useful information. ’

The man looked suddenly enlightened, and said happily, 'Oh, why didn't I remember! It's too late today, but we'll talk about it tomorrow. Come with me, young man, I invite you to dinner, thank you well!' His tone increased a little more when he said 'thank you'.

I waved my hand again and again: 'No, it's a trivial matter, why worry about it, I should go back too.' ’

The man did not cling to his life, and said, 'Listen to you.' It saved me many years, and I don't want to thank you!' said as he pulled me forward, his hand was so strong that I couldn't break free and had to go with him. I walked all the way to a dark corner by the Qinhuai River, and the man suddenly showed a hideous face, and the hand that grabbed my left arm suddenly exerted force!

I felt a sharp pain in my heart, and when I looked down, all the muscles and veins in my arm were broken!

I was shocked and angry, and I opened my mouth to scold, but suddenly a cold light flashed, and there was a sharp pain in my mouth, and a mouth full of blood gushed out, and after a while, I realized that my tongue had also been cut off, and the whole person almost fainted in pain.

The man still refused to stop, and pinched off the tendons and veins of my right arm and lower limbs, and then sneered and said: 'Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame yourself! It's not good to go somewhere, but you just run to the Guozijian to flip through the books; when you can't go, you just stay so late and don't leave; if you stay late, you still hide behind the dark bookshelf! Hide, hide, what are you doing when you come out? Isn't this looking for death?" At this point he paused for a moment, then said with a sly smile on his face: 'I am a man who does not like to kill, but only to watch people suffer.' You are also a talented young man, and the Qinhuai River is the best place for you. I want you to see the boundless wind and moon, to feel the mutilation of your limbs, to smell the overflowing delicacies, but you can't taste them, you can't speak, you don't have ears, you can't hear sound!' So he cut off my ears with his sword, but stopped my tongue, ears, and limbs from bleeding, and didn't want me to die suddenly.

I was in pain and hate, and I soon passed out and woke up like this. I knew I might as well be dead, so I committed suicide several times. However, because he had no limbs, it was not easy to commit suicide! On two occasions, he managed to climb to the river, and was about to roll into the water, but he was pulled up again. Those people didn't want to save me, but they didn't want me to pollute the water of the Qinhuai River!

After dying a few times before I died, I survived.

One day, I climbed up to a man who was selling paintings, and while he wasn't looking, I added a few strokes to his drawings with a brush in my mouth. When he found out, he raised his hand to hit me, but he stopped looking at the painting. Later, he asked me to help him paint, and then when he stopped painting himself, he pushed me out and pretended to be an ordinary person to help me solicit business. All the money he earns is his, and he just needs to give me something to eat and drink. At this point, he finally finished writing, put his pen aside, tears welled up, shook his head again and again, and looked unbearable.

Lan'er thought about his suffering, so sad, so she comforted: "Brother Yin, the disaster has passed, and you can recover in the future." ”

Yin Dongping was silent, just nodded to her.

Ye Haotian had been thinking about a plan for further treatment, and at this time, he suddenly took out a book from his bag and said, "Brother Yin, take this book." This was given to me by an immortal named 'Shi Tai', and I will pass it on to you now. Shi Tai was a person at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, who studied Jindan Avenue under Zhang Boduan, and was known as the second of the 'Five Ancestors of the South'. The exercises he practiced were especially suitable for people with physical disabilities. Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and then added: "The pill I gave you is called 'Zuzhou Ascension Immortal Pill', which contains a lot of rare medicinal materials, and has already helped you build an immortal foundation, so you can cultivate with confidence." As long as you continue to cultivate according to this book, with Brother Yin's qualifications, I believe that after three or five years, the ears and tongue will be expected to recover. ”

Yin Dongping's eyes widened, he felt incredible, he looked down at the book in his hand, and the cover clearly read "Returning to the Origin", when he opened it, there were eighty-one quatrains in it, discussing the method of cultivating Neidan to restore the limbs. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed, full of confidence in his future life.

At this time, Lan'er quietly walked out.

The time was not long, the sixth prince walked in from outside, looked at Yin Dongping and sighed first, and then said: "Don't go, don't go, don't go, heal your wounds here, I have already asked someone to arrange your room." ”

Yin Dongping didn't know who was speaking, so he could only bow his hand.

Ye Haotian hurriedly introduced: "This is my father-in-law. Brother Yin, please concentrate on cultivation here, and leave again in three and five years. It's best not to go out until the skill is completed, I'm afraid that someone will recognize you, and it will be troublesome!"

Hearing this, Yin Dongping walked to the table and wrote, "Don't say three or five years, even if it is thirty or fifty years, I can calm down and cultivate, but I just want to cause trouble for your mansion." ”

Ye Haotian said with a smile: "If Brother Yin doesn't want to go, you might as well be a master for my father-in-law." Then he turned his head to the sixth prince and said: "Dad, this person is above me, if he participates in the Jinshi Competition, he will definitely be among the top five." ”

After he recovers, I will recommend him to participate in the imperial examination to ensure that he will have smooth sailing." ”

After setting Yin Dongping up, Ye Haotian returned to his house.

Lan'er held his arm, the more she thought about it, the more she felt afraid, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, her lips were discolored, and she asked, "Childe, guess, will it be Liu Heng's hand?"

Ye Haotian nodded: "It's likely to be him! As the imperial master, who else can it be? This account will be kept for the time being, and I will find him to settle it later." As he spoke, he took out the turtle mirror and asked while inputting his skills: "Brother Jing, do you know about the 'Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding'?"

Turtle Mirror replied quickly: "Why mention it? That guy has been missing for thousands of years, who knows where to spend his pastime? Maybe he has already been smashed to pieces!"

Ye Haotian saw that it answered easily, and hurriedly said: "The demons of the Nine Yin Sect are looking for the whereabouts of the 'Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding', maybe they already have eyebrows at this moment. I heard that Wang Ding has a relationship with Ibu Valley, and Ibu Valley is Xia Wei's brother. Brother Jing, can you tell me, what the hell is going on with Ding?"

The turtle mirror replied directly without turning: "The Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding is ranked tenth in the artifact list, only one place worse than me, and it was originally the heart of the Taishang Laojun Alchemy Furnace. 200,000 years ago, Taishang Laojun, one of the three doppelgangers of Pangu Emperor, didn't know where he went. The gods searched for more than 100,000 years but couldn't find it, thinking that he might have suffered an accident, so they rushed into his Dan room in a swarm, robbed all the items, and even smashed the alchemy furnace, but found a 'nine-legged Danding' in the furnace.

In the first tens of thousands of years, everyone didn't know what the nine-legged Danding was for, and sometimes they even used it to burn fire and barbecue meat. Later, Shennong's clan collected a hundred herbs and used it to refine the pill, and found that it was faster than any Dan furnace, and the medicine refined was extremely pure, and there were no side effects after taking it. So the gods paid a little attention to it.

Later, Xia Yu was ordered by Heaven to go to the world to take charge. Before leaving, the Shennong clan handed over the nine-legged Danding to him and asked him to refine medicine in the world to help the people. The nine-legged Danding was brought to the world by Xia Yu in this way.

Dayu gave Danding a nice name - 'Jiuding', and threatened to 'collect the gold of Jiumu, cast Jiuding under Jingshan, symbolizing Kyushu'. In fact, that tripod was not cast by him at all!

Jiuding has been passed down in the royal family for thousands of years, and it was not until Xia Wei's brother Ibu Gu appeared that it really had the name of "Ten Thousand Annihilation Wang Ding".

Ibugu caught the immortals and threw them into the tripod, using the tripod to refine the primordial gods of the immortals, which can refine the primordial gods several zhang high into crystals the size of needletips, which is almost the same as the elixir produced by the hard cultivation of ordinary immortals, and can even be directly absorbed into the mud pill palace as a divine pill. His method of 'refining immortals into pills' and 'taking pills to increase merit' is faster than your empowerment and increasing merit! So in just a few decades, his ranking on the immortal list quickly rose to the first place!

Later, the secret of Ibu Valley's cruelty to the gods and refining the immortal pill was revealed, which aroused public anger and offended the heavenly court, so there was a scene of tens of thousands of immortals fighting around him.

That battle was extremely tragic, lasting for nine hundred and eighty-one days, and as a result, one-third of the gods were killed and wounded and put into the Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding!

After repeated struggles, Ibugu himself was no better, and at first he could barely support himself, but in the end he was covered with bruises, and could only flee in all directions like a rat crossing the street, and finally ran to the Central Plains with all his might, and soon died.

The gods turned Xia Wei's palace upside down, and even Xia Wei himself tortured him to death, but only found the body of Ibu Valley, but could not find the whereabouts of the Ten Thousand Annihilation Wang Ding!

Where did the Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding go?

The Ding contained one-third of the immortals in the Heavenly Realm at that time, but they didn't know where they were hidden by Ibu Valley, which became the biggest secret in the universe!

Countless people racked their brains and meditated, but they couldn't find any clues.

The so-called emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and Ibugoku, who was seriously injured at the time, could still easily pinch a dozen gods to death, so when the gods surrounded and suppressed, he repeatedly escaped without seeing anyone. It was often after more than half a day that he was found again, but half a day was enough time for him to escape from several galaxies! God knows where he hid the Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding?

After so many years, I think that the Ten Thousand Annihilation Wang Ding should also refine all the tens of thousands of immortals, and I don't know how many Divine Pills are produced, if someone takes the Divine Pill, even if all the immortals in the world are combined, I am afraid that they will not be able to beat it!

Because of this, the Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding continued to climb in the artifact rankings, until he climbed to tenth place. It's only because it hasn't appeared for a long time that it's been wondered if it's been ruined a long time ago. ”

At this point, the turtle mirror finally stopped.

Ye Haotian was dazzled, and he only felt a headache.

He really couldn't understand: "Why are there so many artifacts in the world? The Yin Yang Falun has not yet been dealt with, and now there is another Ten Thousand Annihilation Wang Ding! And it is so evil, it can actually refine tens of thousands of immortals!"

He was not interested in refining the Divine Pill, and the kind of thing of eating people without spitting out bones was uncomfortable to mention. But this matter can't be ignored, otherwise if it is obtained by the demon, it will be miserable!

After a pause, he wrote on the turtle mirror again: "I want to ask Brother Jing to calculate the location of the Ten Thousand Annihilation Wang Ding, but I am afraid that you will be half tired and half dead like when you calculate the Heavenly God Axe, and you will not be able to do things for a long time, so what can I do?"

The turtle mirror quickly revealed: "I can only use a small part of my divine power to calculate, and retain most of my divine power in a resting state, so that I can deal with it once something happens." However, in this way, the calculation time is longer. ”

Ye Haotian was very happy: "It doesn't matter if it's longer, I don't know how many 'lapis lazuli' you want?"

The turtle mirror showed a few lines of big characters: "The Ten Thousand Annihilation King Ding is ranked below me, and it is estimated that two hundred and fifty are enough." You throw me ten pills a day, and it will take about twenty-five days. If I try my best, it won't take me four or five days!"

"It's better to have twenty-five days, don't get tired. Ye Haotian said as he placed the turtle mirror in the Qiankun Treasure Bag and asked Lan'er to throw ten lapis lazuli stones to it.

When they were free, the two went to chat with the prince and the princess.

The princess looked at the pair of jade figures sitting in front of her, and was very happy in her heart, and said to the prince with a smile: "I think it is better to do the marriage earlier, and you still forget the three chapters of the covenant!

The prince looked at Lan'er, then at Ye Haotian, and asked, "What are your opinions?"

Lan'er lowered her head, her face turned crimson, she secretly glanced back at Ye Haotian, and said in a low voice: "Let's wait a little longer, the situation is too tight now......"

Ye Haotian said very sincerely: "It's better to wait for another two years." At this moment, the family revenge has not been avenged, the national disaster is at the head, and my cultivation is also in a critical period. Please rest assured, I have long regarded Lan'er as my own shadow, and I will not be separated no matter what. ”

Lan'er was very pleased, a pair of phoenix eyes fell on his face, and he quietly poured a cup of tea under his hand, holding it in both hands and handing it over.

The prince glanced at the princess and said with a smile: "Let them arrange this matter by themselves, and we don't have to worry about it." ”

After the four of them chatted for a long time, Ye Haotian suddenly remembered something and said, "Tomorrow, the Regent Palace's banquet will be held, Dad must be careful! What clothes are you going to wear? ”

The prince waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry! As long as I eat and drink, I don't ask about the affairs of the court, and no one will get along with me! No matter how ferocious the demon is, it is impossible to kill all of them." No matter who becomes the emperor, if he kills all the ministers, his throne will not be stable. Which emperor in history has blatantly killed countless people, but which one can sit for a long time? Xia Wei is not good, businessmen are not good, and demons are not good! No matter how bad he is inside, he must always talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality on the surface! This is what people often say is the 'royal road' of selling dog meat on the head of a sheep. ”

The princess didn't care so much, and immediately asked the maid to bring the clothes.

Ye Haotian spread out his clothes, and said while drawing spiritual runes: "Dad, I heard that the emperors of previous dynasties had two books on hand when they were governing, there was a copy of Confucianism "Etiquette" on the face, and there was a copy of "Han Feizi" of Legalism at the bottom.

The prince laughed "haha", glanced at the princess and said, "Look at our smart son-in-law, the royal things know more than me, the prince who has been enlightened for decades!"

Ye Haotian also smiled: "In this way, the shortcomings of the dynasties for thousands of years have not been unilaterally caused by Confucianism, whether it is Legalism, Taoism or Buddhism, they all have responsibilities that cannot be shirked?"

The prince didn't speak, just smiled and nodded.

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