Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 784 Entering the realm of the gods, a cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng

Han Muye waited for three months in Ziyang City, and finally the first batch of Wan He Dan was released.

At this time, Ziyang City already has hundreds of strong men who came quietly from all over the world.

Everyone is at least at the peak of the god level, half step universe level.

There are even a few people who have surpassed the carrying capacity of this void, clearly coming from the realm of the gods.

These are all strong men that Xu Ziyang is familiar with.

They sent all kinds of elixir and stayed in Ziyang City to catch up with Xu Ziyang.

Although Xu Ziyang didn't introduce Han Muye's other identities, but these days, Han Muye used to forge weapons and compete with Xu Ziyang in alchemy.

These methods make the eyes of those strong men coming from all sides shine.

The name of Master Han has been quietly spread.

Venerable Mu Yue and Lu Zixu can also participate in gatherings from time to time.

Great Venerable Mu Yue was a bit better, he was also a powerhouse back then, but if Lu Zixu wasn't the name of the Seven Families of the God Realm, he might not even have the qualifications to be looked at by the powerhouses present.

This originally proud descendant of the elite of God's Domain was completely reduced to a handyman in Ziyang City.

Fortunately, Han Muye took action and released the souls of several god-level practitioners who followed Lu Zixu from the Ziyang Cauldron.

Then Han Muye took the initiative to refine a few war puppets, allowing these god-level practitioners to have the bodies of war puppets.

These methods once again made these powerhouses in Ziyang City interested.

In God's Domain, not many have this ability.

Even if those god-level practitioners control the body of the war puppet, because their own spirit power is not enough, their combat power cannot reach the chaos level.

But for them, this is already a great surprise. Not only are they resurrected from the dead, but they can also possess far more combat power than before.

As for Lu Zixu, besides being pleasantly surprised, he was also troubled.

These puppet bodies all require him to pay the bill.

The key is that the price of these war puppets is so high that he can't buy one with all his wealth, let alone the current eight.

Fortunately, Han Muye didn't force him to pay, and even asked Xu Ziyang to give Lu Zixu ten Wanhe pills on credit before leaving Ziyang City.

If you change hands of these Wanhe Pills, you can make a lot of money.

Leaving Ziyang City, everyone flew into the void and landed on Zhitianyu's back again.

Turning their heads to look at Ziyang City behind them, everyone had complicated expressions on their faces.

For Han Muye, what he needs to consider is the path of cultivation he will take in the future.

It seems that he is destined to set off a calamity of countless heavens and earths, but he can't get rid of it while struggling.

The seven treasures refined by the divine soul avatar are related to the future, but he doesn't know where the other treasures except Ziyang Ding are.

If one day I can really reach the peak, what will it be like at the end of the peak?

Standing behind Han Muye, the Haotian Golden Crow, Hun Dun, and the Five Elements Divine Furnace looked at the ninety-nine Golden Crow figures without speaking.

The prehistoric beasts survived in Ziyang City, and the Golden Crow's bloodline was preserved outside the prehistoric.

For the prehistoric beasts, I don't know if this is a good thing or a tragedy?

"I think it's time for us to prepare to go back to Honghuang." Hun Huan whispered, turning to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, some things cannot be achieved by avoiding them.

Go back to Honghuang and solve the chaos in the battlefield between Kunwu and Zhoutian.

The calamity of the primordial universe has already begun, and it is a force that cannot be resisted except for the power of the universe.

They need to deal with this catastrophe that may sweep through countless universes and worlds.

Zhi Tianyu flew away in the void for dozens of days, and then landed in a big city.

Through the teleportation array, Hun Chao and the others returned to Cold Moon City, where they continued to collect various prehistoric treasures, waiting for Han Muye's return.

Great Master Mu Yue and Slaughter God War Puppet followed Han Muye, and together with Lu Zixu, they went to God's Domain.

Master Muyue was planning to go back to Cold Moon City, but she took Han Muye's Wan He Pill and needed to continue to be Han Muye's thug.

Three Wan He Dan, this price is something that the current Great Master Mu Yue can't afford even if he sells himself.

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God's Domain is just a specific name, without any specific boundaries.

When Han Muye stepped through the door of light opened by Lu Zixu, a gleam of divine light flashed in his eyes.

really.

The source of all power in the world is probably the same.

The grandness of the prehistoric world, the vastness of Kunwu, and the divine domain of the galaxy universe are light and bright.

This is a bright world, the sky is high and the earth is wide, with no end in sight.

"Brother Han, I didn't expect God's Domain to be a complete world." Lu Zixu said in a low voice with a smile on his face.

In his opinion, even though Han Muye has extensive knowledge, he has never seen the immensity of God's Domain.

God's Domain is a real world.

"I know." Han Muye looked at the endless world in front of him with a calm expression on his face.

Sustained by the own strength of every cosmic level powerhouse, this world is a gathering of cosmic level powerhouses.

This is the dedication that a truly powerful person should have.

In this world, is the display of the power of the cosmic level powerhouse.

It's hard to imagine how many cosmic-level powerhouses there are in God's Domain to make this world stable.

Han Muye's eyes flickered.

Perhaps, it's not a cosmic level powerhouse, but rather, it's driven by the power of a cosmic level treasure.

Outside the realm of the gods, cosmic treasures are offered by the power of heaven and earth.

But in God's Domain, cosmic treasures are used to support the world.

Who is willing?

If you are not willing, who made such a rule?

Lots of mysteries.

But such a God's Domain is interesting enough.

"The place where my Lu family operates is in the southwest of God's Domain, and it will take a hundred days to go from here."

"It just so happens that along the way, I will take Brother Han to appreciate the scenery of God's Domain."

Lu Zixu looked forward and spoke with a long smile.

God's Domain is a place where powerhouses from all walks of life gather, not only the inheritance of the galaxy universe, but also powerhouses from many other universes gather.

These powerhouses built many cities and regions with different styles in God's Domain, guarding their own world.

For these strong men, they are the masters of that small world.

As Lu Zixu traveled less than a hundred miles, people could already be seen scattered on all sides of the surrounding mountains.

"Confucianism?"

Seeing those scholars and scholars wearing long gowns and reciting poems and odes, Han Muye whispered, a trace of emotion flashed across his face.

Back then in Tianxuan Zhongzhou, in the imperial city, he also practiced Confucianism and Taoism, and intersected with those great Confucians.

Huang Tingshu and Xu Wei, these Confucianism and Taoism major cultivation bases are not worth mentioning in front of Han Muye, but the will and qualities in them are still shining brightly.

Each of the students of Huangcheng Academy has his own pursuit.

"Brother Han is really knowledgeable." Lu Zixu pointed around, nodded and said: "This is indeed the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism."

"There are not many Confucian and Taoist inheritances in the God Realm. This should be the God Realm resident of Confucianism and Taoism Mr. Kong Zhongqiu."

"Mr. Kong can control the world, mountains and rivers with a single word, and he is also one of the strongest in God's Domain."

Inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism emphasizes the integration of all things in the world with Taoism.

There is no way of heaven in the realm of the gods, but practitioners can transform their own way into the way.

Confucianism and Taoism are among the best of these methods.

These Confucian and Taoist practitioners in front of them are either reciting poems and composing Fu, or bowing their heads and doing all kinds of farm work.

These people are real people.

mortal.

There are so many mortals living in such a treasure land as God's Domain.

Perhaps this is the special feature of God's Domain?

Han Muye walked forward slowly, and in the thatched pavilion over there, several scholars and scholars also saw them coming.

"This brother came just in time. I don't know what you think of the misty rain picture I drew just now?"

A thin-faced young man in a gray Confucian robe looked at Han Muye with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Han Muye looked up, and there was indeed a misty and rainy picture drawn on the scroll.

In the picture scroll, the mountains are hidden in the psychedelic clouds and mist, and the rain is falling.

When Han Muye saw this scene, he felt raindrops falling on him.

"Illusion?"

Han Muye shook his head with a smile on his face.

"It's not an illusion, it's transforming the way of heaven with one's own way."

"It's really rare."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the eyes of the young man in front of him lit up.

The other people on the other side also showed surprise on their faces.

"Brother, can you actually see the artistic conception in this painting?"

"Haha, confidant, come and sit here."

Several people dragged Han Muye to sit in the pavilion, their eyes were full of joy.

As for Lu Zixu and Mu Yue and others behind him, they were all forgotten.

Han Muye was also curious about the Confucianism and Taoism spread in God's Domain, so he sat down generously and chatted with these scholars and scholars.

To Han Muye's ears, the poems circulated here have a good rhythm, but there are more long and short sentences, which seem to be more pursuit of charm.

The charm is to reveal the induction with the way of heaven.

There is no way of heaven here, that way is the Confucianism of Mr. Kong Zhongqiu.

Borrow Kong Zhongqiu's way to feel the world.

"Brother Han, your words are elegant, and you must be good at this poem."

"Quick, today's situation is suitable for poetry."

After talking for a while, a middle-aged scholar in white robe held the ink pen and handed it to Han Muye.

Several other people also smiled and unrolled the scroll.

Lu Zixu on the side laughed lightly.

This is Confucianism and Taoism.

The practice of Confucianism and Taoism is different from other practices. It does not depend on hard work, but requires comprehension and comprehension.

Whether it's cultivation or weapon refining, Han Muye is so powerful and talented that Lu Zixu can't even imagine.

But this Confucianism, huh, huh.

Han Muye raised his head and glanced at Lu Zixu, and the same smiling Elder Mu Yue beside Lu Zixu.

These two are ready to watch a joke.

He shook his head and tapped the ink pen on the roll of paper in front of him.

"Huh……"

When the stroke fell, the few scholars around were stunned.

This power is amazing!

"Don't listen to Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly.

"Bamboo stick straw sandals lightly beat horses, who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain Ren Pingsheng.

"It's expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up from the wine, it's slightly cold, and the mountain top is slanting to welcome you.

Looking back at the bleak place before, when I go back, there is neither wind nor rain. "

The handwriting is like a clear spring flowing.

After writing on the scroll, only a piece of ink remains.

Han Muye put the ink brush back, his expression calm.

"A cloud of mist and rain, Ren Pingsheng..." The middle-aged scholar on the opposite side was already bewildered, and murmured in his mouth.

"There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine, neither wind nor rain nor sunshine..." Another young scholar turned his head, looked outside the Maoting Pavilion, clenched his fists, and kept whispering.

In the entire Maoting, no one spoke again.

Everyone looked obsessed.

Lu Zixu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Sitting there, Han Muye felt as if a gust of breeze was blowing over his face, but when he looked up, there was no trace of him.

"Om—"

The scroll moved lightly, and the words on it fluttered, condensing into an illusory figure, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, walking forward slowly.

This figure is bleak and makes people feel depressed.

But that figure is firm, and it makes people feel alive from the bottom of their hearts.

These two conflicting emotions are entangled, making people uncomfortable.

"This is the artistic conception of Confucianism and Taoism..." A scholar who came back to his senses whispered.

The artistic conception of Confucianism and Taoism is the power that can be in harmony with the power of heaven and earth, and can absorb the hearts of the people into it.

This kind of force collision is the longest method used by Confucian and Taoist practitioners.

For example, at this moment, this figure carries the power of Confucianism and Daoism.

"I'll try." A green-robed Confucian scholar couldn't bear it any longer, and flew out, rushing towards the figure.

"The big river falls from the sky, and the wind and cloud grow on the ground—" Following the Confucian scholar's words, a blue river appeared, turned into a water dragon, carried the wind and cloud with it, and rushed towards the figure.

The situation is turbulent.

This Confucian scholar, who looked like a mortal, combined with the power of heaven and earth with a single word, causing Yunlong to dance.

Such means are the prestige of Confucianism and Taoism.

Han Muye's expression didn't change, he looked at the back of the figure in front of him who was walking slowly while holding a bamboo stick.

The figure raised his hand and tapped the bamboo stick.

"Walk through the forest, rain."

Three large characters flashed out and turned into endless raindrops.

The raindrops flew down, crushing Yunlong's body, and all the water vapor in it was absorbed.

Clouds spread.

Another Confucian scholar flew out, pointing out with a pen in his hand.

Bits of green and black ink dripped down, turning into an ink lotus.

"Wash the clear stream, and the mud will not be stained."

The petals of the ink lotus bloomed instantly, flying countless, surrounding the figure.

This method made Lu Zixu's eyes brighten.

"Good painting." He whispered.

With ink as the bone and water vapor as the clear spring, the scattered petals are the artistic conception of the lotus.

Only the artistic conception can break the artistic conception.

"Spring breeze, blow."

The figure holding the bamboo stick whispered softly.

The wind blows and the ink disperses.

The spring breeze was blowing, the misty rain was misty, and the ink-colored petals were washed away.

"Amazing."

Everyone in the Maoting exclaimed, and then they all looked at the scroll in front of Han Muye, their eyes lit up.

"Brother Han, can you sell me this volume of Ren Pingsheng?"

"Brother Han, can I use your poem?"

"Brother Han, I have good wine, and I will definitely not return home today if I am not drunk."

To get along with literati and inkmen depends on whether you can catch his eyes.

Cultivation doesn't matter, only talent.

Han Muye's poem full of artistic conception has already convinced everyone in the Maoting.

Han Muye stood up with a smile on his face, his eyes turned to the front.

The black figure slowly dispersed.

"It's rare for Confucianism and Taoism to have such people."

"Little friend, I wonder if you would like to come to our Chongwen Museum as a guest?"

There was a voice in the void.

When the sound was heard, several Confucian scholars in the Maoting stood up, bowed and said, "I have seen Master."

Lu Zixu's eyes showed surprise, and he whispered: "It's Mr. Kong!"

Han Muye also raised his hand, and said with a smile, "So you want it."

With a movement of his body, he stepped out of the thatched pavilion, and the dissipated figure holding the bamboo stick seemed to coincide with his body.

Ren Pingsheng in a mino of misty rain.

Neither wind nor rain.