Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 648

Outside the Cuixin Hall, a figure was holding an oil-paper umbrella, listening to the sound of the zither coming from the hall, and fell into a daze.

The long ancient rhyme is deep and dry, without many tactful twists and turns, but it can make people feel the state of mind of the person playing the melody most intuitively.

The clear river is clear and clear, and the outside and inside are clear, but there is a faint red glow.

When you first saw it, you might think it was a sunset glow, but if you look closely, the glow is breathtaking and magnificent, reflecting the boundless killing karma and the mountain of corpses in the sea of ​​blood.

Vaguely, there seems to be a realm that is shattering, and the corpses of all spirits are seen, and the gods and demons are bleeding.

Immediately, the history turned a page, and a cluster of firewood passed on the belief, creating a peaceful and prosperous world for hundreds of years.

The sound of the sword is transmitted, and a little bit of clear sword light inherits the past, stands in the present, and then reflects the future. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and their regrets are all brought to perfection, forming two extremes with what they saw before.

Outside the Temple of Pure Heart, a figure holding an oil-paper umbrella, surrounded by a prototype of sword intent, turned into a tangible embodiment of his own path.

In the long sound of the piano, it gradually takes shape and is perfected.

Somewhat scary.

A person's mentality has a huge impact on the individual.

Xianmo nodded his head in karma: "I talked about this aspect when I was arguing with Ning Yuan before, but both of us have insufficient experience. In theory alone, neither of us can convince the other."

When he used his energy to communicate with the heaven and the earth, he found that ten years had passed. Xianmo felt that his young heart had been tortured by his elders.

If Ning Yuan and his ideals were not brought out by Lin Chongyang:

The figure in a white Confucian shirt beside him nodded: "Ten years."

"Speaking of which, Yunqian, you have accumulated enough now, do you want to try to break through?"

"Please."

"Heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts all worship the Sword Emperor!"

"Thank you, uncle."

Seeing the tip of the iceberg now is really shocking.

The two turned their gazes back without stopping, the figure standing in front of the Hall of Cuisin Heart was none other than their good friend——Xianmo Karma.

"Based on his current state, ten years of penance is far from reaching it. It is a blessing to have this opportunity."

Once again, he recalled the scene he had seen before, at this moment he hesitated to speak, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Since he couldn't hide it, Xianmo Karma said frankly: "Yes."

"About the great unity of the world, you have already made a conclusion. What you want to ask should be about Ningyuan's ideal."

In the dark, there seems to be a prophecy echoing with the sound of the piano, if it is there, it is hard to find it.

Although, in the past ten years, his entry into the state has been completely different from that of the Cuixin Palace. The calming chaos formula that he has been cultivating latently has now officially started and has achieved little success. This is undoubtedly extremely frightening.

One hour, one day, one month, one year...

While walking forward, Ning Yuan seemed to remember something, and continued to ask:

According to his original plan, if he chooses to go through penance, it will take at least a hundred years to reach this step.

After saluting and thanking, Xianmo walked to the case and sat down, typed a lot of drafts, and then said:
"Uncle, if the world is one, can innate people and ordinary people live on an equal footing?"

After calming down, the prophecy lingered in my ears again, and it lasted for a long time.

Zhixin and Ningyuan took different paths, but this kind of thing is indeed something that Ningyuan can do, if one's own ideals cannot be persuaded even by relatives and friends, then what is the point of talking about ideals.

Xianmo put away the oil-paper umbrella, and then moved his true energy to move his muscles and bones. At this moment, he felt a little uneasy, because he didn't know about the past of his uncle, but he had heard some words from the two masters and the ancestors. .

Xianmo Karma was even thinking, could he learn from his uncle's skills when he succeeds in his cultivation in the future?
In the next moment, he quickly calmed down the turbulent mood, and buried everything he had just seen deeply in his heart, as if the scene he had just seen was just an illusion that had never appeared before.

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Lin Chongyang put away the Wanhe Songfeng on the desk, turned into a seat beside the desk, and said to Xianmo Karma:
"Come and sit first. If you have any questions, you can ask directly."

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Lin Chongyang's eyes froze.

Ying Yunqian's tone was very casual. His skills were different from those of ordinary Confucian scholars. If he wanted to achieve higher achievements, he would naturally need to practice hard on a daily basis.

Immortal Mo Karma outside the hall heard the words, sighed in his heart, and stepped into the hall.

In their eyes, ten years is not a long time, especially for a congenital person with a high level of cultivation. A meditation practice will not be less than this time. It's normal.

At once……

Ning Yuan chuckled lightly and said, "Ha, are you going to the school grounds again?"

From spring to autumn, Confucian scholars in the past can see a figure in a white Confucian shirt, holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing in front of the Cuixin Hall.

At this time, only a cold voice was heard, slowly coming from Cuixin Palace:

However, his words were still relatively reserved, and he did not sell his friend directly.

After ten years of Spring and Autumn, the Immortal Mo Karma standing in front of the Cuixin Palace seemed unheard of.

"Martial arts, if you don't practice Tokara for a day, you just have an appointment with a friend."

"For the vast majority of fighters and forces in a difficult situation, even the most vicious demons are not one ten thousandth of Ning Yuan's ideal.

In the distance, two figures passed by, and the figure in black Confucian shirt asked questions.

"Since you're awake, come in first."

His ideal can be regarded as the source of the flames in the world. "

"Then let's say goodbye, I'm going to give a lecture."

What catches the eye is still the figure of unrivaled elegance, which is the most noble round of Haori in the hearts of countless Confucian scholars.

Not long after Ying Yunqian and Ning Yuan left, the sound of the zither in the hall stopped abruptly, and the figure standing in front of the hall also slowly recovered from the epiphany.

"The sword intent has become more and more condensed, has it been ten years?"

"It's too early to break the realm. If I can only achieve the Tai Chi realm, wouldn't it appear that I am too incompetent?" Ying Yunqian asked back after hearing the words.

The Sword Appreciation Club and his party asked him to let go of the past, and after his thoughts became clear, his progress could be said to be rapid.

Even if he forced himself not to think about it, it was difficult to do so.

"See you."

There was a fork in the road ahead, and judging by the actions of the people beside them, it was obvious that the two were on different paths.

However, he didn't intend to break through the realm now, but planned to continue to accumulate his own foundation, and when he strived to break through the realm, he accumulated a lot of accumulation and cultivated to the realm of Taishi in one step.

Everyone can become innate, which is tantamount to digging the roots of certain forces directly, which has touched the interests of too many people. Once exposed, it is inevitable that everyone will be labeled as an evil heretic, and everyone who has the right way of the three religions will be punished.

Moreover, something like this cannot be done by one person alone.

In Xianmo's heart, he was a little worried for his friend: "Then isn't he very dangerous?"

In the final analysis, he is still too young and has suffered from experience. If it were Xia Chenglin, he would definitely be able to see the key points at a glance.

(End of this chapter)