Confucianism and Taoism practice the most emphasis on epiphany.

Once enlightened, practice can really soar into the sky.

But in the end, the practice in the world still emphasizes gradual progress.

How could it really be possible from a boy with white hair, to an epiphany, to cross several stages of cultivation, and to become a master of Confucianism and Taoism?

Without reaching that level of cultivation, who can have such a state of mind comprehension?

The biggest reason for Zhao Daosheng's breakthrough was not that his cultivation had really reached a bottleneck, but that Han Muye had quietly passed on his popularity and aura through the Dahuang Court method and the technique of divine empowerment.

This is the Dahuang Ting cultivation method that Han Muye deduced, and he himself is not sure if it can be useful.

Now look, the effect is good.

In doing so, he has his own selfishness.

Create gods.

When he was conferred a **** before, he had discovered that those remnant souls had become gods, their cultivation foundation was too poor, and the power of the gods could not bear too much the power of heaven.

These gods rule mortals and suppress low-level practitioners.

When encountering a great cultivator, he is completely powerless, and he will even be deprived of the dominion of God's Domain.

The real Shinto practice should be like the Great Yellow Court created by Huang Tingshu.

Just now, Han Muye used the power of his own soul to control the power of heaven and earth, and completed the act of creating a god.

Zhao Daosheng was not so much a master of Confucianism and Taoism, but a master of Shinto Taoism.

In fact, most of the power in his body is infused by Han Muye, and he needs to slowly comprehend the refining.

Han Muye was aware of this matter, and so was Zhao Daosheng, who was standing there.

Han Muye asked him when he was empowering him.

Ask him whether he will become a scholar step by step, or become a master of Confucianism and Taoism in one step.

Zhao Daosheng's choice, accepted the perfusion, and became the master of Confucianism and Taoism.

The golden light dissipated.

On the road at this time, all the frames stopped moving forward.

Those Confucian and Taoist students all widened their eyes and looked at Zhao Daosheng, a young man with a Confucian robe.

Beside him, the few Confucian scholars who accompanied him all looked blank.

"I'm Confucianism and Taoism, be Daxing..."

Out of nowhere, a voice sounded.

Daxing!

Really happy!

The endless arrogance is soaring to the sky, and the purple people look around.

The power of those Confucian and Taoist practitioners began to oscillate uncontrollably.

This is the feedback of the Tao of Heaven, and it is inductive with the power of Humanity.

Han Muye in the carriage raised his head with a light smile on his face.

"Wen Xiang, how do you thank me this time?"

Hearing Han Muye's soft whisper, Mu Wan looked at him curiously.

Han Muye shook his head and did not speak again.

Just now, he felt the change in the power of heaven and earth.

In the Profound Sky World, the power of the Great Dao suddenly climbed.

Because of his hand, the power of Confucianism and Taoism converged with the power of Shinto successfully.

Confucianism and Taoism are superimposed on Shinto, and the power of text and ink is also on a higher level.

The cause and effect controlled by Shinto practice is similar to the cause and effect of Confucianism and Taoism, but it is more ethereal.

The combination of these two forces may have a qualitative leap.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao Daosheng." Zhao Daosheng, the master of Confucianism and Taoism, stood beside the road, holding the book in his hand, and bowed to the slowly starting frame.

Not only Zhao Daosheng, the others who received Han Muye's comments, as well as the Confucian scholar standing not far away, all bowed.

This is respect for the great monk.

It is also admiration for the great monk who gave the opportunity.

The great Confucian who can bestow the opportunity is the one who should be sincere and broad.

Holding the book in his hand, Bai Tao smirked.

Several Confucian scholars beside him stretched their heads to read the text on the book.

Among the lines of ink-pig-like handwriting, there are many neat red characters.

"This sentence needs to be considered, I suggest that it should be revised as follows..."

"The source of this sentence is the law book of the Great Confucianism. You must have misremembered it. You can go back and read it again."

"This sentence is a good idea. I think you have a studious quality, but you need to analyze it."

…

Full paper with red writing.

Until later, the whole article was revised again with red letters.

It can be said that Bai Tao's words are useless.

"Brother Bai, your writing skills are not high..." A young man who knew Bai Tao said in a low voice.

To say that the level is not high is an exaggeration.

Several people around have strange expressions on their faces.

Dare to come up with this article and call it a comment?

Bai Tao carefully folded the book and put it into his belt.

"You don't understand."

Bai Tao's expression turned calm.

"Scholarly talent varies from person to person. I, Bai Tao, have only this level, and I don't demand it."

"Today, this great scholar can comment on my article throughout, which shows that although I am bad, I am not bad to the extreme."

"I will take this book back and frame it, so it can be handed down to the world."

"In the future, there will be great scholars in the younger generation of my Bai family, and I must remember my ancestor who never stopped studying."

After he finished speaking, he straightened his clothes and strode forward with a light on his face.

The people around looked at him with their mouths open.

Darling, did you even think about things for hundreds of years after you?

All the chariots and horses crowded forward, passed through the west gate of the town, and after a while, they reached the boundless river bank.

Ahead, the water vapor permeates, the mighty smoke waves, and the green willows are shaded.

At this time, the water surface was sparkling, and the painting boats were rippling, blue, red, gold, and purple.

That picture, reflecting the magnificent imperial city behind him, is not interesting.

The city is heaven and earth, and the river is impenetrable.

"This is the Yongding River."

Zuo Lin stopped the carriage and spoke softly.

As a citizen of the imperial city, he had seen Yongding River since he was a child.

But he hadn't been there for more than a decade.

With a pair of children in charge, how can I come here?

As for Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting, they came here when they were children, and I don't remember them either.

Those scholars and students who came to the river were also slowly intoxicated while watching the scenery at this time.

The beauty of the world is such a cloud of smoke.

There seemed to be a faint sound of singing coming from the river in the distance.

If you listen to it, you can hear the faint singing mixed in the silk and bamboo, which makes people fascinated.

"I am a fox who has practiced for thousands of years."

"A thousand years of practice, a thousand years of loneliness."

…

White's voiceless singing.

That day the fox clan's spirit method can suppress the impetuous mind, let those students calm down slowly, and sit around the river bank in twos and threes.

There are clear waves and clear songs.

On the frame, a great Confucian stepped down.

In the back, no mathematician bowed.

Along the way, these great scholars have at least annotated dozens of documents each.

If you can get great Confucian comments and comments, you can use it for a lifetime.

How can you not worship this opportunity?

Su Qi, a new jinshi, stood behind Grandmaster Chen Yi.

Behind Han Muye and Mu Wan, in addition to the Zuo brothers and sisters, there are Zhao Daosheng and Qiu Chuqi who spontaneously stood behind him.

Two masters.

Ahead of the water, a boat rippling to.

There were boys and girls on the boat, all with red lips and white teeth, wearing tailor-made Confucian shirts.

The sleeves of this Confucian shirt are not too wide, which makes people see at a glance that it is not a true Confucian scholar, and it is convenient for activities.

These people were uniformly dressed and looked quite neat.

On the boat, there were banners saying "Han's Firm exclusively sponsors the Jade Epiphyllum Society".

But now there are a lot of small print under that banner.

"All the drinking water of the Jade Epiphyllum Society is provided by He's Well."

"Jade Epiphyllum Special Drinks sponsored Fengge Winery."

…

By the river, an old man in a purple robe led a few teenagers there. When he saw the boat coming, he grinned.

"Haha, what Brother Chen Ru said is right. The sign for my Fengge Winery is very eye-catching."

"The value of this million spiritual stone flowers."

One million spirit stones, just change this banner?

Although the young man beside him was confused, he did not dare to question it.

The old man held his stomach and turned his head to look at the servant standing behind him.

"Go, remove all the wine from the car, and distribute it to various places by the river. Today, all the students by the river can drink and pick up their own, and my Fengge Winery will provide it for free."

"Grandma's, Zhao's wine shop robbed the wine supply on the immortal boat, so I have to take down the propaganda by the river. Yes, propaganda."

One of the servants hurriedly removed the wine jars, spread them all around, and then spread the old man's words.

I heard that Fengge Winery provides free drinks, and there are cheers from everywhere, and some praise and thank the boss.

The old man and the young man behind him laughed when they heard the cheers.

This is fame.

"Chen Ru, this guy is really having fun."

The old man shook his head and took out a moon-white invitation in his hand.

re-engraved.

In the river, the boat docked, and the young man in green robe stepped forward to check the invitation.

One person per boat is a sign of respect.

If the invitation card is taken out and checked, the teenager will send a delicate cloth bag.

On the outside of the bag is a painting of Yunjin Immortal Boat with the words commemorating the Jade Epiphyllum Society written on it.

On the other side, there is the handwriting of "The Han Family Firm exclusively sponsors the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Association".

There is also an inscription under this handwriting, Semi-Saint Lu Yuzhou.

In the cloth bag, there are not only the four treasures of the first-class study, but also the handwriting of several great masters, of course, it is also a replica.

There are also many other small items.

The jade pendant to play with in the palm, the exquisite seal, the oil folding umbrella and so on.

This cloth bag alone is worth hundreds of spirit stones.

Those who saw the invitations took out the contents of the cloth bags and looked at them, and those Confucian scholars who did not have the invitations were full of envy.

"Hmph, wool comes from sheep, three thousand spirit stones, hum." There was also sourness, and he turned his head away.

On the bank of the river, a long scroll is unfolded, and those who board the boat leave their names first.

"Zhang Zidong from Yusheng College of Literature, it turned out to be this one. I remember he wrote a good poem, what is it?"

"He Jinchen, he is He Jinchen, the teacher of Baimian Library in Suyanli."

Those who left their names were recognized, and various voices were heard around.

Some people smiled and offered their hands, while others looked indifferent.

Three thousand spirit stones were spent, which was naturally different from others.

Those with invitations started to board the boat, and then the young man in the jade white robe stepped forward and whispered a few words.

A woman in Confucian men's clothing.

The girls in Confucian clothes spoke softly and explained the matter of changing clothes clearly. After obtaining consent, they stretched out Yubai's little hands on the boat and gently took off those scholar's robes.

It's really hard to be so soft and tender, with a faint fragrance, and a visible shyness...

On the bank of the river, those scholars who waited and watched could not wait to replace them with their bodies.

The person who was still a little sour now stared at the figure rubbed together, and gritted his teeth with hatred.

After the robe was taken off and folded, the girl unfolded a set of white robes. After asking the students to write their names and names on the collar, they carefully put them on.

When that petite woman puts on her robe behind her, leans her soft body on top, and wraps her slender arms around her waist to tie the belt, many young scholars who have not been to Fengyuechang can no longer hold on to themselves.

However, these girls dexterously drilled in front of them, squatted down gently, got close to adjust the belts finely, and tidied up the corners of the clothes and trouser legs.

Until they boarded the painting boat, many people were still in a dream.

A thin young man turned around and looked at the departing boat with an uncontrollable halo in his eyes.

"Her name is Mengluo."

Whispering softly, the young man clenched the sachet hanging on his belt.

The woman who dressed herself in a robe just now quietly hung the sachet she made on her waist, and said that this sachet would ensure her fame at the conference.

In the world, is there really such a beautiful encounter, is there such a pure encounter?

"Mengluo, if I, Wu Tianzhen, can become famous today, I will definitely live up to your love."

A woman's sachet, what is not love?

Compared with those students sitting on the ground by the river bank, the Confucian students with invitations are naturally treated differently.

A change of clothes is nothing at all.

Entering the painting boat, a woman in colorful clothes came to lead her to a suitable place to sit down.

The painting boat is elegant, and many people are already sitting there, with paper and pen in front of them, and melons, fruits, water and wine on the table beside it.

Someone came, or stood up to greet them, or nodded slightly.

There are also those who bow their heads and write hard and remain silent.

This is what scholarship looks like.

The red sleeves add fragrance, and the room is elegant.

Looking up in the painting boat, not far away is the Yunjin Immortal Boat hundreds of feet long like a city in water.

Above the immortal boat, there is still a huge banner, and the words "The Han Family Firm exclusively sponsors the Jade Epiphyllum Society" can be seen.

The melodious sound of the qin, the melodious singing, the fairy boat, like a fairyland.

Turning your head, the river bank in the distance is like the mundane world.

The bustling students and scholars seem to be in another world. They will never understand what this painting boat, fairy boat, is like.

Three thousand spirit stones, in exchange, is a transcendent feeling.

The woman in colorful clothes stepped forward, prepared the pen and ink, carefully peeled off the fruit, and sent it gently.

At this time, this side is the red dust fairyland.

Before the wine was poured, he was already three points drunk.

…

On the bank of the river, a large white brocade spread out.

A beautiful woman in a Confucian robe came forward with an ink pen and asked those great Confucians to inscribe.

As for the younger generation who followed the Great Confucianism to the Immortal Boat, they left their names on the other side of the brocade cloth.

"Look, that's the great Confucian Xu Guoliang!"

Someone exclaimed, after seeing an old man leave three big characters, he led a few juniors to board a three-zhang wooden boat, bypassed the painting boat in front, and went straight to the immortal boat.

The person who boarded the immortal boat was led by a three-zhang wooden boat, and several women on it greeted him.

As before, those women also stepped forward with their clothes in their hands and helped the Great Confucian and their entourage to change them.

These great Confucians and their disciples were different from the previous Confucian scholars, their concentration and vision were extraordinary, they calmly changed their clothes, and then went to Xianzhou.

Great Confucian Chen Yi.

The great Confucian Zhang Xu.

The great scholar Huang Yangwang.

…

The deck of the Xianzhou, which was originally empty, gradually turned jade white.

The robe has large sleeves and the belt is windy.

But for a moment, the white brocade was already covered with the names of the great Confucians.

Several young people stepped forward, carefully rolled up the brocade cloth, and replaced it with another.

"Hey, if this roll of brocade cloth is sold by the Han family business, the old man is willing to give out a million spiritual stones." A white-haired old man said softly by the river bank.

His words brightened the eyes of the Confucian scholars around him.

But thinking about it, he shook his head again.

Dozens of great scholars have left their names, and this Jinbu family is probably going to treasure it as a treasure of the town shop.

Han Muye turned to look at Mu Wan, walked forward with a smile, and picked up the ink pen.

Behind them, Qiu Chuqi and Zhao Daosheng both looked at Han Muye curiously.

They were instructed by Han Muye to break through, but they still didn't know Han Muye's identity.

When the pen fell, the word Makino appeared.

"Grandmaster Mu Ye!"

Qiu Chuqi's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

Zhao Daosheng looked exactly like that.

On the way just now, he was thinking, what kind of Confucian and Taoist master can he have the ability to directly become a Confucian and Taoist master?

After thinking about it, I felt that the mysterious great master Mu Ye was the most likely.

In a word, these people actually point to themselves.

How lucky is it?

"This is Grandmaster Mu Ye? So young?" Someone exclaimed not far away.

"If the big cultivator breaks through early, his face will look young. Besides, when he reaches the master realm, he still has a chance to rejuvenate his youth. Haven't we seen the current appearance of the master Zhao Daosheng?"

Someone shook his head and said with emotion.

Han Muye left his first and last name and walked on the wooden boat side by side with Mu Wan.

The Zuo brothers and sisters looked excited and set foot on the canoe.

This is the wooden boat to board the Yunjin Immortal Boat.

With their background, I am afraid that I will never have such an opportunity in my life.

Zhao Daosheng and Qiu Chuqi looked at each other and handed over at the same time: "Senior brother, please—"

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, and both stepped onto the canoe.

After getting on the canoe, Qiu Chuqi turned his head: "Murong Tui, what are you still doing? Get on the boat!"

Murong Tui, who was standing on the bank of the river, was stunned for a while, and then walked over with surprise on his face.

At the bow of the boat, he paused, turned his head, and stuffed a replica invitation card in the hands of a young man wearing a coarse cloth robe with a few dim patches on the front of his shirt.

"My name is Murong Tui. I don't have any use for this invitation. I'll send it to you."

After speaking, he stepped onto the bow of the boat.

The boat left the shore and rippled towards the fairy boat.

Until Murong Tui, who had put on a white Confucian robe, came out of the cabin, shouting came from the shore.

"Brother Murong, Liu Yong, a student in Xia Yongzhou, today's kindness will never be forgotten!"

Liu Yong on the bank of the river burst into tears.

No one laughed at him.

On the bank of the river, everyone looked enviously at Liu Yong being carried on the wooden boat by a woman in a blue-clothed Confucian robe, and then changed into a jade-white Confucian robe.

In the world, there really is such a lucky person!

"Lin Sutong at Xiaguannan Academy, there just happens to be a place to go with him. Which literary friend would like to come?"

Not far away, someone raised the invitation card in his hand and shouted loudly.

Then the banks of the river boiled.

In other places, people from time to time make noises, willing to take people to paint the boat.

Usually, a few middle-aged people who lingered on the bank of the river, holding dozens of invitations in their hands, turned pale.

They originally bought invitations, ready to change hands and make a fortune.

Looking at today's situation, an invitation with 100,000 spirit stones is definitely not a problem.

But at this time, those who have invitations are shouting that they will bring people for free. If they dare to sell at a high price, they may be directly thrown into the Yongding River by the angry scholars to feed the fish.

"Your name is Murong Tui?"

On the wooden boat, Han Muye looked at the little fat man winking at the woman beside him, and said softly.

Murong Tui was shocked, turned around, bowed and saluted: "Murong Tui pays a visit to the great master."

Han Muye nodded and looked at the scene with Mu Wan on the side of the boat.

Qiu Chuqi, who was beside Murong Retire, glared at him in disgust that iron could not become steel, and said in a low voice, "I don't know how to be careful about such a scene."

"Then the immortal boat is full of Confucianism and Taoism, all of them are upright and the most virtuous. You are not afraid of being reprimanded by your predecessors for being so reckless?"

Murong Tui nodded with a bitter face, while the woman on the side pursed her lips and stepped back.

"Haha, brother, why are you here so late?"

"Brother, I've been on the immortal boat for several days. Anyway, it was the Han family business that gave out the spirit stone."

Looking up at the porthole on the second floor of the Xianzhou, an old man with unkempt hair and dishevelled clothes was looking into the porthole on the second floor of the Xianzhou. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Acting upright, the most important virtue.

Lu Yuzhou.

Murong Tui quietly took a few steps back and put his body next to the woman.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on the third floor of the Xianzhou.

There, a porthole was open, and a woman stood there.

When I was in Jinchuan, I was in this room, in the same room as the woman standing there, reading a book all night.

The four eyes met, the woman lightly opened her red lips, but did not make a sound, and Han Muye could also distinguish the words.

"Grandmaster Han Mu, long time no see."

"Senior brother, Princess Yunjin is really beautiful..." Mu Wan's voice sounded beside Han Muye.

Can you take this talk?