Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The fist stab and the long sword collided, and the huge force shook, and then turned into thousands of shocks.

Every time there is a shock, the strength of the long sword is one point worse.

Han Muye's eyes flashed brightly and coldly.

What a **** king, swordsmanship is nothing more than that!

Incense becomes enlightened and leaves its own dojo, and the combat power is not as good as that of Confucianism and Taoism.

And these so-called **** kings themselves do not cultivate their xinxing.

Of the eighteen god-kings, the only ones who are truly powerful are the five god-kings who suppress one side.

Everyone else is just like shit.

"boom--"

The sword shattered, and Han Muye took a step back.

"Divine Dao means, that's all." Han Muye snorted coldly, his body surging with fighting intent.

Now his body can carry a world with the power of divine beasts, and this strong man in the world without resentment can't take him!

The God King Protector showed a hint of fear, gritted his teeth, and looked at the broken sword in his hand.

The body of a divine beast is as strong as this!

"God King, this son is arrogant, let's take action together." Beside him, a black-bearded old man shouted.

The others nodded.

The Protector God King raised his hand, just about to gather the strength of everyone to fight, and suddenly his face changed.

He turned his head and looked not far away.

Over there, a blood-colored streamer rushed in.

More than one side, in the void, endless blood-colored streamers poured in.

Encircled!

"It's the Red Flame Army!"

"Walk!"

Several people exclaimed, then turned around and left without hesitation.

Han Muye stood where he was, and moved his body with some regret.

In the battle just now, although it was just a warm-up, it also made him feel a lot more relaxed.

In the Profound Sky World, there are really not many people who can make him move his muscles and bones without fear of breaking the opponent.

Pity.

If he can fight for a while, he will definitely be able to refine the body of the beast a little faster.

Move your fingers lightly and feel a lot more flexible.

Glancing at the Red Flame Army that was rolling over, Han Muye also turned around and flew away to the Profound Sky World.

He also did not want to meet the Red Flame Army in the void.

The Marquis of Chongwu is a powerful man who truly suppresses all realms.

"Good boy, he has become so strong so quickly." After Han Muye left for a while, a figure flew down.

Wearing a battle armor, the armor is densely covered with divine patterns, his long beard is over his chest, his face is simple, and he is full of fighting spirit.

"Wuhou, those few false gods of the No Resentment Realm who escaped are surrounded." The blood armored generals shouted and reported.

Wuhou.

Heavenly Profound World, Chongwu Marquis.

Hearing the report, Marquis Chongwu laughed, turned into a streamer, and rushed into the depths of the void.

"Boy, the old man is waiting for you in the no-complaint world."

His voice penetrated the void and rang in the ears of Han Muye who rushed into the Profound Sky Sphere.

No Complaint Realm?

It seems that the incense and enlightened world without resentment is really a bit powerful, and will let the Chongwu Marquis send an invitation to him.

If you have a chance, you can go and see it.

The Void Pursuit seemed to be short-lived, and it would be ten days after Han Muye returned to the Profound Sky World.

This is also the reason why many great cultivators spend countless hours unknowingly cultivating outside the world.

Ten days later, the general situation in Zhongzhou has changed again.

Guanjiangkou, the mysterious great Confucian one word conferred God.

In the eight counties in the southeast of Zhongzhou, there are 3,000 righteous gods and 100,000 Mao gods, suppressing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The qi of human hope may be divided by the divine way, but the general trend of the Profound Sky is stable.

Ninety-nine percent of those who have been conferred gods are ancestors of Confucianism and Taoism.

The method of incense and enlightenment in the eight southeastern counties has replaced the previous Daomen and become the authentic state of affairs in Daomen.

The floating and sinking Daozong and the various Daomen under his command guarded the mountain gate and did not dare to move.

Among them, Lu Yang, the commander of the three counties, killed hundreds of Daomen overhaulers with one sword and one sword, including several in the Heavenly Realm.

Several Taoist powerhouses were slaughtered, and the sect collapsed.

The Dangyun Daoist sect who once suppressed Liuyuhe was directly uprooted, and the sect's residence became the dojo of the Xiansheng Zhenjun in Guanjiangkou.

In Dongshan County, Lu Chen is also a ruthless person.

With the help of several powerful demons suppressed by Dongshan County, he stimulated the power of the Golden Seal of Confucianism and Taoism, and broke the siege of the three out-of-body major repairers in one fell swoop.

The three out-of-orifice primordial spirits were suppressed by him at the estuary between Dongshan County and the East China Sea.

Although the Guanjiangkou Conferred God Battle that shook Tianxuan was short, its impact was extremely far-reaching.

The power of Confucianism and Taoism makes those outside forces lurking in Zhongzhou terrified.

With the help of Heaven and the Dao, Zhongzhou is a monolith.

Han Muye didn't care about the tumultuous events.

He went up the river and saw that the people were happy and the water was stable.

The villages by the river used to be full of books, but now they are a little more incense.

When in doubt, ask ghosts.

For mortals, there are too many powerless things in the world, and it is a good thing to rely on the heaven and earth to seek help from the mountains and rivers.

Go up the river and set foot on land in Beihe County.

After traveling thousands of miles, the sky in the distance has already been dyed by the purple aura of popularity, and the golden aura of majesty has been dyed into the color of golden purple.

Even at night, the brilliance of the starry sky cannot match the golden purple color.

Imperial City.

Thirty thousand miles of empty space see gold and purple, and eight thousand li of poetry and books move the sky.

The capital of Confucianism and Taoism.

Going from Beihe County to the Imperial City, along the way, you can see those Confucian scholars in robes, either in groups of three or five, or alone.

Some carry large bookcases and move forward in silence, while others have swords hanging from their waists, long robes and long sleeves, and their demeanor is free and easy.

Along the road, wherever there is a good view, you can see carved stone tablets and romantic poetry.

Passing by the roadside, there are many Confucian scholars holding folding fans and facing Jing Dangge.

The world is popular, and the imperial capital is at its peak.

Han Muye was wearing a light cyan shirt and did not look like a Confucian robe with large sleeves.

There was no arrogance and arrogance in him either.

Those scholars who ride in the same car and live in the same seat, no one knows that he is a great scholar in Guanjiangkou.

However, from what Han Muye heard, Confucianism and Taoism were happy to be honored in life and conferred gods after death.

There are many rumors that a certain county respects the chief bookkeeper and does his best for the people, and the remnant soul becomes a **** after his death.

Or where a great Confucian cultivator secretly cultivated, after his death, he belonged to the local mountains and rivers and became the **** of mountains and rivers.

Incense enlightenment and what Confucianism and Taoism seek, not only do not conflict, but stimulate the obsession of Confucianism and Taoism practitioners to join the world and help the common people.

Ten days later, outside the Yongding Gate of the imperial city.

Han Muye stood in front of the thousand-zhang tower and looked up.

The cloud river is like a waterfall, and the aura is like a tide.

This imperial city, where the spiritual energy of Zhongzhou gathers, is already so rich that it makes you want to soak your clothes in the bath.

If you really take a breath, you can see through the whole body.

After the long river of spiritual energy, thousands of miles of floors enter the cloud, densely stacked and connected to the sky.

Shrouded in golden light and surrounded by purple energy, the power of the Dao accumulated over countless thousands of years protects this holy city of Confucianism and Taoism.

"The imperial city is 10,000 miles in diameter, and its subjects are 30,000,000. Who will come and won't be shocked?" Countless people who were also standing outside Yongding Gate were sighing.

Back then, outside the Profound Sky World, Han Muye had seen the Profound Sky World green and green.

In this world, everyone is willing to do their best to protect it.

Now, seeing the splendid beauty of the imperial city, he just understood why Wen Mo Sheng could never leave the imperial city.

Such an imperial city is worth spending a lifetime to protect.

Standing outside the city gate, Han Muye only felt his mind agitated, and the top of his head seemed to have a split of spirit and soul, heading towards the void.

His body trembled slightly, and the intoxication in his eyes turned into clarity.

sharp.

The power of the Heavenly Dao in the imperial city was so tyrannical that even he almost split his soul into it.

If this is really integrated into the soul, it will really have to compete with Wen Mosheng in the future.

Shaking his head, restraining his mind, Han Muye walked forward slowly.

Outside the city gate, teams of soldiers in golden armor stood.

No one came to check, but above the city gate, there were golden lights flashing.

All those who entered the city were swept over by the golden light several times.

Han Muye could feel that this was a way of using Confucianism and Daoist qi.

With this golden light, one can cut off one's mind and cultivation.

Those with malicious intentions are easily fascinated by this golden light, and unknowingly bump into the golden pillar at the gate of the city.

The golden light entered his body, but Han Muye did not deliberately suppress and hide.

His Confucianism and Taoism are so deep that he can absorb this golden light just by showing it a little.

At this moment, in the depths of the imperial city, there was purple air vibrating, and then it turned into nothingness.

"Hey, which Great Grandmaster is this coming back?" In a palace, someone whispered, and then took a pen to record.

"The purple qi is like a tide, and the arrogant qi is tumbling. I am afraid it is not just the great master. Could it be that the deputy director went out of the city to visit the flower boat again?"

After striding into the city, Han Muye was stunned in the middle of the road.

The avenue that runs straight ahead is as wide as a hundred feet, and the head cannot be seen at a glance.

The pavilions stretched along the avenue, with three, five, and ten floors, stacked and intertwined.

The avenue is full of people, and there are houses on both sides of the avenue.

The imperial city is too big.

Han Muye stood there, not knowing where to go.

Not just him.

Almost everyone who walked into the imperial city was at a loss.

Walking into the imperial city is like walking into another world.

Where there are people, there is business.

Han Muye's dazedness was broken by people in gray clothes.

With smiles on their faces, these people approached enthusiastically, asked in a low voice where they were going, and then stretched out their hands with smiling faces.

lead fee.

As long as you pay one or two spirit stones, you can help you lead the way, even if you want to visit the entire imperial city, it is not impossible.

Just add money.

Those who were smart all went to find those who wore robes and Confucian shirts. Han Muye's clothes were not very popular.

Several people glanced at Han Muye and walked around again.

In this imperial city, Confucian and Taoist practitioners are more popular.

In fact, as long as it is in Zhongzhou, Confucian robes are more popular.

"This son, this is the first time to come to the Imperial City?"

Courtesy.

Standing here in a daze is probably the first time.

Han Muye looked up, and in front of him stood a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a blue-gray robe.

With an earnest smile on the middle-aged face, he slightly shrugged his shoulders, making his body look stooped and slightly humble.

Thinking back, Han Muye said, "I'm going to Xiao's house, I wonder if I can lead the way?"

Mu Wan came to the imperial city with the Xiao family caravan.

Even if she doesn't want to stay with Mu Wan in the Xiao family, she will pay attention to where Mu Wan is staying.

If you don't even pay attention to these news, then the Xiao family will not be an imperial family.

Entering the imperial city, the power of the divine soul is suppressed by heaven, and even if Han Muye wants to disperse the divine soul to find Mu Wan, he will not be able to find it.

This is a super city with a radius of ten thousand miles and thirty million people.

When the middle-aged man heard Han Muye say where he was going, a smile appeared on his face.

"Young master, don't worry, as long as it is in the imperial city, I can take you there."

After he finished speaking, he thought about it, and then said in a low voice, "Young Master, there are quite a few families surnamed Xiao in the imperial city. I don't know if your son is looking for the Xiao family in Shangcheng, or the Xiao family in Zhongcheng, or is it from Xiacheng?"

Upper, middle and lower city?

Han Muye frowned.

The middle-aged man was busy explaining.

Shangcheng, the place closest to the center of the imperial city, where the dignitaries of the dynasty lived.

Zhongcheng, near the Imperial City Academy, where most of the court officials live.

The lower city is divided into thousands of blocks around the imperial city, large and small, and is where the imperial city's army officers, merchants, and various sects are located.

Han Muye nodded.

In this case, the Xiao family from Xiao Yueli should be in Shangcheng, right?

After all, Xiao Lingshan, the head of the Xiao family, is one of the three commanders of the Imperial City Scarlet Flame Army.

"General Yanshan's mansion, it should be in the upper city, right?" Han Muye looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man shrank his neck and nodded hurriedly, "Young Master, is he going to General Xiao's mansion?"

"That's in Uptown."

Saying that, he bowed and led Han Muye to the side of the avenue.

"Sir, Shangcheng is still far from here. To get there, you have to take a carriage and horse."

"If not, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave in two days."

Although the imperial city has not banned flying, but it is customary that no one is flying in the city.

Just by walking, I really don't know how long it will take.

The middle-aged man introduced the situation in the city to Han Muye as he walked.

This middle-aged man was named Zuo Lin, and he was a native of the imperial city.

It is a pity that the practice is not smooth, and the Confucianism and Taoism are also unfamiliar, so I can only rely on being familiar with the imperial city and be a leader.

Those who can do this business in the imperial city can also be regarded as a livelihood.

At the carriage and horse shop, Zuo Lin approached and negotiated the price. Han Muye took a middle-grade spirit stone as a deposit and rented a carriage.

That car rental is ten spiritual stones a day.

The car dealership still has many doors in the city. As long as the carriage is sent to the storefront of other car dealerships on the same day, the deposit will be refunded.

Zuo Lin was driving the car, and Han Muye was sitting on the carriage with the curtain raised.

The carriage traveled on the wide avenue without slowing down.

Zuo Lin was full of smiles, and loudly introduced Han Muye about the scenery along the way.

"Master, this is the Fire Maple Forest. There used to be great poets who wrote poems here."

"Young master, have you seen the five-story building on the left? That is the famous banquet building in the imperial city. It is said that every scholar who wants to be named on the golden list will have a bowl of rice soup downstairs."

"Wind and Rain Pavilion, this is the Wind and Rain Pavilion. It is said that there are 800 Wind and Rain Pavilions in the imperial city, all of which are sheltered from the wind and rain for pedestrians. Many people live in the Wind and Rain Pavilion for a long time."

"Imperial City Residence, it's not easy, and the young master has seen it. It costs ten spiritual stones to rent a car and horse a day. Ordinary Confucian scholars, it's really hard to live in the Imperial City..."

The imperial city is the city in the sky, and there is also a haze under the splendor.

Sitting on the carriage, Han Muye smiled as he listened to Zuo Lin pulling the story in the imperial city.

At this moment, his mind was divided again.

But it is not the avenue that integrates into the sky, but like an audience, standing outside the imperial city, looking at the city.

The center of the imperial city, where perhaps it has not changed since ancient times.

But the people of the city are like flowing water, changing with the years.

This is a city that can't even leave traces of the years. Who can remember those figures who once stayed there?

The creatures on that day, the thousands of worlds, who is not a passer-by?

Seriously, have longevity?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, his body vibrated slightly.

The change in his mood made him refine the body of the beast a little faster.

After half a day, the scenery outside the car changed.

The original bustling and hustle and bustle was a little less, and there was a little more solemnity.

"Sir, this is Zhongcheng, and there is the direction of the Imperial City Academy."

Zuo Lin raised his hand and pointed to the right.

There, the purple air of popularity and the wafting literary talent turned into clouds.

Even if you don't get close, you can see that it is really a good place.

"Midtown is mostly the powerhouse of the dynasty, and there are many stations of Xuanyang Guard, so there is not so much noise in Midtown."

Zuo Lin's driving speed also slowed down a bit.

There are many yamen and official pavilions all over the city, Zuo Lin introduced in a low voice.

Some of the yamen are not big and have a lot of power, and some look grand, but they are actually Qingshui yamen.

There are also some interesting things in the officials.

These are all grown up in the imperial city, and only know.

These stories and rumors can fascinate people who are new to the imperial city.

It was not until sunset that the carriage slowly stopped beside a mansion surrounded by green willows.

Through the white courtyard wall, you can see the towering pavilion in the house.

This house occupies an area the size of a small town.

In the upper city of the imperial city, such houses are connected together.

"Young master, this is the residence of General Yanshan."

"The general is in the military camp, and he hasn't returned to the house for several years. Usually, he usually opens the door here."

The Imperial City Grand Mansion would not open the middle door if it hadn't welcomed absolute distinguished guests.

From Zuo Lin's point of view, Han Muye's identity was not enough to greet him at the middle door.

After getting out of the car, Zuo Lin stretched out his hand and pointed to a row of blue armored soldiers standing by the door, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, who are you looking for in the mansion, I will help you report it."

"There are too many things going on in the imperial city to find officials, and these guards are generally not very willing to report."

Who are you looking for?

Xiao Lingshan is not in the mansion.

Even here, Han Muye couldn't go directly to find this great general.

He came to Xiao's house just to ask where Mu Wan was.

For other things, he is not interested.

Han Muye pondered for a while and said, "Help me ask if the deacon named Xiao Chu has returned to the city."

"If you come back, say Muye is here to find him."

Find Xiao Chu, ask where Mu Wan is, just leave.

Zuolin nodded.

Just as he thought.

This son should be a relative of a deacon of the Xiao family.

This is to flee.

While thinking about it, Zuo Lin strode forward and whispered to the soldiers standing at the door.

He was born in the imperial city, and he usually does this business of leading the way and finding people, but the soldiers at the door didn't make it difficult for him.

A soldier in green armor nodded, turned and entered the mansion to report.

Zuo Lin turned his head and smiled towards the carriage.

Things are almost done.

This time, it should be about the same for three or five spirit stones later.

This son can have a relative in the big family in Shangcheng. With a little help, it is not difficult to stay in the imperial city.

If you can get some friendship with this young master, you might be able to run errands and earn more spirit stones in the future.

It is really difficult to live in the imperial city. If they hadn't thought about it, they would have left the imperial city early.

Suddenly, Zuo Lin's expression changed.

In General Yanshan's mansion, the sonorous sound of the crash of military armor came.

A dozen figures rushed out of the wide-open gate.

The leader wears a navy blue robe with black gauze on his head.

With a solemn expression on his face~www.wuxiahere.com~, he looked ahead, strode forward, and the people behind him were all wearing red armor.

Zuo Lin widened his eyes.

This is the eldest master of the Xiao family, the great master of Confucianism and Taoism, Xiao Changfeng, the censor of the left capital of the censor station!

And the one wearing the lion-devouring fire armor is clearly the second master of the Xiao family, Xiao Changchun, the general of the Red Flame Army.

The other people are all powerful figures in the Xiao family!

The dumbfounded Zuo Lin watched Xiao Changfeng lead several important figures of the Xiao family and strode to the front of the carriage.

The great master of Confucianism and Taoism, the eldest master of the Xiao family, Xiao Changfeng, the imperial envoy, dressed up, raised his hand and bowed.

The Grand Master bows to greet him!

If it wasn't for leaning against the porch column, Zuo Lin would have been paralyzed by now.

Who the **** is this guy that he pulled today?