On the fifteenth floor of the three palaces and seven pavilions, there are monstrous forces behind each side of the three palaces.

Behind the Yuling Palace is the three-day sect of Xianyuan World, and behind the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, there seems to be a mysterious monster.

As for the Shui Ling Palace, there are many female nuns and many young disciples, and the masters behind them are unpredictable.

But its palace master once shot in the endless sea, beheading several out-of-body repairs and suppressing one party.

The strength of the Shui Ling Palace has been recognized.

Such a big power, even Liu Kuige, is not willing to face it directly.

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Xu Chuanhe shook his head.

When he came to see Han Muye, he had guessed that there would be such a result.

It was impossible for Han Muye to agree to leave Fragment Star Island.

The arrogance in Jian Xiu's bones is incomprehensible to outsiders.

As a sword cultivator, Xu Chuanhe himself understood.

Han Muye didn't do anything wrong, but it was impossible for him to avoid disaster.

Xu Chuanhe left, Han Muye instructed Shao Tianyi to look at the store, and he led Zeng Daniu to leave quietly.

First visit Fenglin Sword Furnace, and then invite Yu Fenglin to go to Wenyuan Pavilion.

As for taking Zeng Daniu, it was because Tao Zhixing invited Zeng Daniu to Wenyuan Pavilion after listening to Shao Tianyi's report.

Han Muye asked Zeng Daniu, Zeng Daniu felt that he was too stupid to study, and he preferred to refine tools.

He found it easier to strike iron than to read.

But Wenyuan Pavilion, he wanted to ask if he could let his children come to study.

The Wenyuan Pavilion itself recruits disciples, all of which are cultivated from children.

Wenyuan Pavilion is not close, it is not possible for Zeng Daniel to pass in this life without Han Muye Yujian flying away.

Across three thousand miles and several island waters, only one octagonal pavilion can be seen.

Zeng Daniel didn't come back to his senses until he landed in the pavilion.

His legs were trembling, but his eyes were all bright.

"This is, cultivator..."

In the past, the immortals who were high above the ground, after contacting for a long time, he knew that they were all practitioners.

But he never knew what it felt like for a cultivator to fly away from the sky.

It turned out that the practice is so wonderful!

Han Muye ignored Zeng Daniel's longing and walked to the attic with Yu Fenglin.

Over there, Tao Zhixing, wearing a Confucian robe and smiling, was already waiting.

"Mr. Tao, Yu came uninvited and disturbed me." Yu Fenglin smiled and cupped his hands, then pointed to Han Muye beside him.

"This little friend Han is the shopkeeper of Yujing Sword Shop. I think Mr. Tao has often heard his name recently."

Han Muye bowed and said, "Junior Han Muye has seen Mr. Tao."

There was a hint of arrogance flashing over him.

Confucian practitioners.

Confucianism, swordsman.

Tao Zhixing was even more happy. He raised his hand and said, "It's a pity that I didn't see you at the Xiaoyou store last time."

Yu Fenglin, who was beside him, was stunned by these words.

The two have already had a relationship, so why did Han Muye ask him to introduce him?

This little fox.

Han Muye got up, held up a picture scroll, and said, "The junior came to visit, but I don't have anything in my hands. I painted a splash of ink by myself, please Mr. Yazheng."

Tao Zhixing took it with a smile and led Han Muye and the others into Wenyuan Pavilion.

As for Zeng Daniel, there are naturally other people in Wenyuan Pavilion to receive him.

He is not qualified to be entertained by the big monk himself.

Wenyuan Pavilion has only three floors, but its appearance is grand and tall.

Entering it, it can be seen that many Qingpao students are either studying hard or reading books, and they are all fixated on it.

Even though Tao Zhixing led Han Muye and the others to come, not many people turned their heads.

This kind of undivided attention is indeed the attitude of scholarship.

Han Muye glanced at him casually. These Confucianism and Taoism students did not have a strong condensed aura. They thought it was the atmosphere on Broken Star Island, and they didn't have much foundation for Confucianism and Taoism.

Confucianism and Taoism practice requires gathering people.

However, the cultivation method of Wenyuan Pavilion seems to be unpopular.

This is, is the path of practice different?

Turning to look around, the scrolls of calligraphy and painting are elegant and unique.

Many of the characters are thin and powerful, with a strong character.

Those picture scrolls are light in ink and immortal.

This is somewhat different from Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism.

The people that Han Muye met at the Imperial City Academy were either arrogant or arrogant, and their brushstrokes were both vertical and horizontal, and their arrogance and literary talent were almost overflowing on paper.

On the third floor of Wenyuan Pavilion, Tao Zhixing asked Han Muye and Yu Fenglin to sit down a few minutes before, and then raised his hand and slowly unfolded the scroll that Han Muye sent.

"Han Xiaoyou painted it with his own hands, this old man should take a good look at it."

Tao Zhixing smiled and slowly spread out the scroll.

Yu Fenglin on the side said: "This is yours, no, why don't you give me a picture scroll?"

"I see, Mr. Tao is a man of culture, and I am a blacksmith."

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, knowing that Yu Fenglin was also joking.

These paintings and calligraphy are not in the hands of Confucian and Taoist practitioners, they are really worthless.

Tao Zhixing also smiled, but the scroll slowly unfolded, but the expression on his face gradually changed, from relaxed to solemn.

"Heavy and rich, as light as water, with natural brush and ink, his skills are close to Tao..." Tao Zhixing slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

"Little friend, is this ink grape really drawn by you?"

"Your writing imitates Mr. Qingteng's pen. Who is this Mr. Qingteng?"

The literati have always been light to each other, but heavy to each other.

Only those who are in the eye are qualified to discuss the Tao at the same seat.

But the literati are proud.

If this painting and calligraphy hadn't been painted by Han Muye himself, Tao Zhixing would probably have blasted Han Muye out.

Hearing Tao Zhixing's question, Han Muye laughed, raised his hand and placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the small table.

"Don't you want to draw Mr. Yu? I'll draw one myself."

This is hands-on, right?

Han Muye raised his hand to study ink, and his eyes flashed brightly.

Tao Zhixing and Yu Fenglin looked at each other and sat down solemnly.

"Mr. Qingteng is the most talented Confucian and Taoist practitioner in my Xuantian world."

"He has the ability to suppress countless Confucian and Taoist monks and become the one who entered the realm of Confucian and Taoist masters in the shortest time."

"Unfortunately, since he entered the Great Master Realm, he has fallen into a daze and cannot get out for a hundred years."

"Now, he has exchanged his cultivation base for decades of spiritual clarity, teaching on the Yongding River."

As he spoke, the inkstone in Han Muye's hand was thrown down.

The thick black ink scattered, and then the ink pen in his hand swam quickly.

But after a while, a Confucian and Taoist cultivator who was covered in black clothes and arrogant and arrogant appeared on the face.

This appearance was the same as the appearance of Xu Wei that Han Muye saw in Xianyue Lake.

"This is Mr. Qingdou."

"This kind of bearing..." Yu Fenglin lost his mind for a while as he looked down at the Confucian and Daoist Great Cultivator in front of him with a sullen and arrogant look on the paper.

Different from his observation direction, Tao Zhixing's fingers trembled, staring at the ink dripping scroll.

"Okay, okay, it turns out that calligraphy and painting can be so free and easy..."

A surging aura gushed out from him, slamming away towards the surroundings.

Confucianism and Taoism view all things and realize themselves. Tao Zhixing has seen painting and calligraphy skills that he has never seen before. He has enlightenment in his heart and improves his mood.

Yu Fenglin trembled, and the spiritual energy on his body turned into a light curtain.

He was about to raise his hand to protect Han Muye, who was beside him, but was stunned.

Han Muye had an aura that was not inferior to Tao Zhixing's, and there was also a purple aura that made one's mind turbulent.

This is a Confucian and Taoist monk who is not inferior to Tao Zhixing!

Is there really such a person in the world?

Tao Zhixing is a great cultivator who has been famous for thousands of years, while Han Muye is the descendant of Zhao Yujing.

Yu Feng Lin had a complicated look in his eyes.

It has been thousands of years since I came to Broken Star Island, is it already out of touch with the outside world of cultivation?

Nowadays, the younger generation in the cultivation world are all so talented?

Tao Zhixing's aura slowly subsided, his eyes fell on Han Muye, he stood up, and cupped his hands.

This is the gift of generation.

"Mr. Han."

Han Muye also stood up and cupped his hands: "Mr. Tao."

The two smiled at each other and sat down again.

This is the recognition of the strength of both parties.

"You said, Mr. Qingteng exchanged a lifetime of cultivation for decades of Qingming?" Tao Zhixing asked softly, looking back on the scroll drawn by Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and told some stories about Xu Wei's life.

Tao Zhixing and Yu Fenglin were amazed by his arrogance when he was young, and his arrogance over Confucianism and Taoism in the world, or his arrogance when he was seeking Taoism, who regarded life and death as nothing.

On the Yongding River, he practiced all his life, only to teach and educate people in a clear and bright way. This kind of behavior made Yu Fenglin even more embarrassed.

In the world, who can be so free and uninhibited?

"You Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism have settled down on the avenues of heaven and earth, is there no way to protect the soul?"

"In my Jinnan Star Region, it is not difficult to break through the barriers."

Tao Zhixing had doubts on his face.

After he finished speaking, Han Muye's expression became solemn.

"My profound Confucianism and Taoism are based on awe-inspiring qi and intertwined with the qi of people's expectations. I have gone through childhood and talent to become a scholar, and finally achieved the great power of Confucianism and Taoism."

"I am Tianxuan, and there are Confucianism and Taoism to be sanctified."

sanctified.

No matter what world you are in, it is worthy of respect to be able to achieve the status of a saint with one force.

Tao Zhixing also had a solemn expression on his face.

Yu Fenglin looked at the two of them and said, "I don't understand about Confucianism and Taoism. I'll go downstairs to have a look."

As he said that, he looked at the portrait of Xu Qingteng on the little table: "This Confucian and Taoist master is very handsome, I'm welcome to this portrait."

As he spoke, he rolled up the scroll with a smile and walked away.

When he left, Tao Zhixing sat up straight and looked at Han Muye: "Mr. Han, maybe a discussion?"

On the Road.

Sit and talk.

"Furthermore," Han Muye said with a chuckle.

In the Jinnan region, Confucianism and Taoism are respected, and there are also great monks who have been sanctified.

However, the Confucianism and Taoism in the Jinnan border pursues its own refinement, and shows the prosperity of the world within a square inch.

Many great monks can describe the illusionary world with pen and ink, and achieve the realm of Dao, making people unable to distinguish the true from the false.

In this way, the heart is self-contained, and the truth and the false are in the heart, but there is no worry of losing the soul.

On the other hand, Tianxuan's practice focuses on enlightenment and attracts people's attention.

This way, with the help of people's expectations, the improvement of Haoran Qi can help practitioners to understand the Dao.

It's just that in terms of state of mind, it seems that there is no stability in the Jinnan region.

"Tianxuan's method, there is a lot to learn from." Tao Zhixing's eyes were clear, and he whispered softly.

Their Confucianism and Taoism practice in the Jinnan region, the Confucianism and Taoism monks have more illusions and psychedelic methods, but they have lost the pursuit of the Tao.

The combat power is not bad, and for the cultivation of high-level practitioners, the foundation is vain.

If you can take the power of people's expectations and accumulate the understanding of the Tao of Heaven, it will be a rare improvement for Jinnan Confucianism and Taoism.

"If it can solve the anxiety of Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism's unstable state of mind, Jinnan's Confucianism and Taoism may be acceptable." Han Muye also smiled and nodded.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

This is the benefit of Taoism.

"By the way, I see Mr. Han, you are highly skilled in swordsmanship and profound in Confucianism and Daoism. Are all practitioners of Tianxuan both swordsmen and scholars?" Tao Zhixing asked curiously.

Han Muye smiled and told the story of Bailu Mountain Academy.

"A scholar brings a sword and turns poetry into a sword?" Tao Zhixing showed a sharp breath.

"Set your heart for heaven and earth."

"Life for the people."

"For the sake of the sages of the past."

"Peace for the world."

Tao Zhixing's arrogance surged, and he sighed: "Tianxuan Confucianism, I am not as good as Jinnan..."

His eyes flashed brightly, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Such Confucianism and Daoism, the centuries-old struggle between Daoism and Daoism must not be cut off."

"I will go back to the Jinnan region."

With determination in his eyes, he said solemnly, "I want to persuade a few saints to help Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism win this battle."

With a smile on his face, Han Muye stood up and bowed, "Thank you, Mr. Tao."

Finding allies for Tianxuan was one of Han Muye's goals in coming to Broken Star Island.

Han Muye is also delighted to have such a big power in the Jinnan region to form an alliance.

"You don't need to thank me." Tao Zhixing stared at Han Muye, and said solemnly, "In a world where these four Confucianism and Taoism can be passed down, the inheritance is lost. That is my loss of Confucianism and Taoism."

"Even if others don't go, I will also go to the Profound Sky World."

"I'm going to the Imperial City Academy, I'm going to Bailu Mountain, and I want to see Mr. Qingteng."

During a discussion, Tao Zhixing only felt that another world had opened up.

Outside of Jinnan, there are such Confucianism and Taoism, how can you not take a look?

...

When the two went downstairs, it was already sunset.

"I thought you were going to talk at night." Yu Fenglin said with a smile.

The two bid farewell to Tao Zhixing, and led Zeng Daniu, who had a happy face, back to Firefly Island.

When Zeng Daniu was downstairs, he talked with the disciples of Wenyuan Pavilion who accompanied him, and got a promise to bring his children to study.

Although Wenyuan Pavilion does not recruit external disciples, it still has many related households.

Zeng Daniel was brought by Han Muye, so giving him one or two places is nothing.

This is the world of practice.

If you don't step into the practice world and don't integrate into it, no one will take care of you.

But when you are already in it, you will feel that everyone treats you well.

When he walked out of Wenyuan Pavilion, Zeng Daniel felt that the cultivation world in front of him was extremely beautiful.

Shao Tianyi, Jia Wu, Shen Fugui, who are brothers who are good shopkeepers, are all warm-hearted.

Whether it's the customers who come to buy swords from the sword shop and ask for a review, or the people from the Jian Furnace and Sword Workshop who send the sword tools, they are all good people.

When I went to Wenyuan Pavilion today, I saw everyone was polite.

He really likes this kind of cultivation world.

Zeng Daniu grinned all the way, and when he flew thousands of miles away, Han Muye suddenly raised his hand in front of him.

"boom--"

Endless water waves surged up from the water, wrapping the three people who were flying in the air.

Yu Fenglin's expression changed, and he said solemnly, "Be careful, this is the endless sea."

This is not the calm waters of Broken Star Island, but the endless sea that can be killed freely.

Such a place is suitable for interception.

"It took only a quarter of an hour for us to come out of Wenyuan Pavilion. Mr. Tao was about to take action, and it was also for a moment. I was very curious, who could make Wenyuan Pavilion stop."

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he stared straight ahead.

Hearing his words, Yu Fenglin frowned, a golden sledgehammer appeared in his hand, and a dark golden armor phantom appeared on his body.

Zeng Daniu, who was on the side, just woke up from the daze, and looked at the dark waves of the water curtain all around, trembling all over.

If this falls, is there not even a whole one?

"I, Han Muye, haven't been on Broken Star Island for a long time, and I have offended a lot of people."

In front of Zeng Daniel, Han Muye lowered his eyebrows, and a simple sword box appeared on his back.

"But I like to be straight, and I hate hurting innocent people."

Han Muye's voice slowly turned cold, and sword light appeared in his eyes.

You can kill him.

But not this time.

They shouldn't even surround Zeng Daniel, or even Yu Fenglin.

Han Muye had a volcano-like power brewing.

The strength is strong, causing the surrounding water waves to turn into clouds.

The people surrounding him didn't seem to have expected him to be so powerful.

"Mr. Wenyuange Tao, I don't know if it is feasible to protect my fellow and senior Yu Shixi?"

Han Muye suddenly spoke up.

"If you can't do it, I will call the senior Liu Kui Pavilion to help."

Han Muye's voice was not suppressed, it spread thousands of miles away.

A great cultivator condensed into the Dao Realm, the master of the Chinese Yuan Pavilion on the fifteenth floor of the Three Palaces, Seven Pavilions, and the top cultivators on the Broken Star Island, can't protect the two of them?

Is this hitting Wenyuange in the face?

Countless spiritual thoughts intertwined in the void.

"Okay." Tao Zhixing's voice contained a hint of suppressed power.

"Kuraga-"

The instant Tao Zhixing's voice sounded, the sound of Han Muye's sword being unsheathed already resounded throughout the world.

A sword out, soaring to the sky.

The sword light went straight to the outside of Jiuxiao, causing endless wind and thunder.

At this moment, Han Muye's qi and blood merged with his soul.

A phantom shadow of a divine beast with a radius of one million square meters directly covered the sky.

The sword of divine soul that supported the sky was revealed, and the sword of sword intent exploded in the sea of ​​​​air, causing countless swords to vibrate.

Between heaven and earth, there is a great sword repaired!

At this moment, the sword light shone on the entire Broken Star Island.

Tao Zhixing, who was standing in front of the window sill on the third floor of Wenyuan Pavilion, looked at the phantom of the divine beast covered by the sky, and then looked at the sword light that rushed to the sky, and couldn't help laughing up to the sky.

"Shuiling Palace, this time you are afraid that you will shoot your own stones..."

In the mid-air not far in front of him, a middle-aged female cultivator in a moon-colored robe stared coldly at the sky in the distance with a tensed face.

There, Jianguang is still gathering.

"It's stupid, don't these guys know they can't wait?" The female nun whispered, with a look of disappointment on her face.

President Tao Zhi laughed out loud.

Farther away, Xu Chuanhe and the white-haired old man were trapped in the void, and the sword light on their bodies was agile.

In front of them, there are also several great monks standing there.

"Senior Brother Xu, you said, is it worth it for a Han Muye to face the Shui Ling Palace?" The white-haired old man said in a low voice.

Hearing his words~lightnovelpub.net~ Xu Chuanhe said with a smile: "It depends on that, whether we need to take action."

The voice fell, and between heaven and earth, there was a sword whistle!

A giant sword of 10,000 zhang slashed from the sky, splitting the black waves of the endless sea.

The sword of the soul showed unparalleled power, directly smashing the shadows of the three primordial spirits.

The water wave fell, and the five out-of-body major repair primordial spirits stood there in horror, and the sword of the soul rose again on the top of his head.

"You dare—"

There was a sound of anger.

The words follow the law, and the water waves are raging.

"Why don't you dare?" Han Muye's voice was indifferent.

Say it, the sword falls.