Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 230: Confucian Second Rank
Zhou Ping entered the third rank of warrior.

He originally had the third level of Confucianism and Taoism.

At this moment, with the superposition of the three cultivation levels, Zhou Ping's cultivation level skyrocketed!
At this moment, Zhou Ping had the illusion that he was about to blow up a planet with one punch.

Wu Wudi attacked with a punch, and this punch was so powerful that it made a sound of breaking through the air. It was not only fast but also very powerful.

This punch carried Wu Wudi's full power.

Zhou Ping's eyes flashed, and he inserted the magic knife Thousand Blades into the ground. Then he gathered all the spiritual energy in his body and punched out fiercely.

This punch collided with Wu Wudi's punch.

In an instant.

Countless pieces of gravel flew up from the ground.

The entire ground, one foot thick, turned into ash.

This punch is evenly matched!

Wu Wudi was shocked. He didn't expect that Zhou Ping could be on par with him in such a short time.

"What is this kid's cultivation level? A second-grade warrior?"

"No, if it was a second-grade one, he should be able to fly, but he didn't!"

Wu Wudi understood instantly: "This kid just received a Buddhist initiation, so he has Buddhist cultivation. He is also a Confucian, so he also has Confucian cultivation. Judging from his appearance, he also has the cultivation of a warrior."

The cultivation of these three families must be at the third level! Otherwise, they can't resist the cultivation of my second-level warrior.

Three grades of Buddhism, three grades of Confucianism, three grades of warriors!
It is very difficult for an ordinary person to have one person reach the third rank, but this guy actually has three third rank people, which is simply shocking and unheard of.

Wu Wudi floated into the air and looked at Zhou Ping with a complicated expression.

"If this boy is given time, he might be able to reach the second level in all his cultivation."

“In the future, he will probably be the most powerful being in the entire Wei Dynasty, no, in the entire world.” Wu Wudi’s heart was twisted at this moment.

He wants to kill Zhou Ping!
Zhou Ping does not respect Emperor Jing. If he grows up, he may become Emperor Jing's enemy.

No, Zhou Ping is now Emperor Jing’s enemy.

They fought for the immortal grass and the storage jade in the secret realm.

This is the enemy.

Wu Wudi flew into the air. Although he felt a little shameful, this was the best way to deal with Zhou Ping.

Being able to fly is Wu Wudi’s greatest advantage!

Next, Wu Wudi used his ability to fly to attack Zhou Ping again.

This time, Zhou Ping's telepathic finger was triggered again.

"Come out, all the ferocious beasts!" Zhou Ping opened the scroll, and ten ferocious beasts flew out.

The beginning of the volume was left by Fan Zhongfu to Zhou Ping.

Among the ten ferocious beasts, three can fly.

Zhou Ping rode on a tiger with wings and also flew in the air: "Hey, if you can fly, I can fly too!"

At this time, ninety-nine winners have been produced outside the level.

These ninety-nine people were divided into two sides with the others and did not interfere with each other.

"Why hasn't the last person appeared yet? Yes, it seems that two people of similar level are fighting."

"Who is the one?"

Everyone was talking about it.

"I know who it is."

"It's Wu Wudi and Zhou Ping!"

"Yes, these two people."

"I was wondering why I didn't see Zhou Ping and Wu Wudi. It turns out that they were the ones who had the final fight."

At this time everyone had discovered who the two people missing were.

Wu Wudi is a second-grade warrior, and is the ceiling of those who enter the secret realm.

Zhou Ping was equally dazzling, so his absence was quickly noticed.

At this time, among the ninety-nine people who have obtained the admission ticket to the next level.

There are more than twenty Jianghu cultivators.

There were more than a dozen people from the Taoist Tianzong, including the Taoist Saint.

There were more than a dozen people from the Taoist Di Sect. Zhiqiu Yiye was also there, but his master was not.

Zhiqiu Yiye met his master, and the master automatically admitted defeat.

There are more than a dozen people in the Demon Sect. Zhuque and Zhang Sheng are walking in.

There were more than twenty people in the imperial household, including Emperor Jing, Immortal Qiao, seven or eight eunuchs, and seven or eight soldiers.

"Saint, two elders on our side have died. One of them died at the hands of the evil cult, and we don't know who killed the other one." The madam said to the saint.

The elders of Tianzong are all cultivators above the third rank.

Although some people did not make it to the next level, most people did not die, only two people died.

The saint nodded.

"Sir, seven of us died. Three died at the hands of the Tianzong, three died at the hands of the Dizong, and one was killed by the Undead Qiao."

Suzaku yawned, not seeming to mind.

"Your Majesty, dozens of people died on our side."

"The Demon Cult killed more than a dozen of us, and some Jianghu cultivators killed dozens of us."

A eunuch said...

Emperor Jing nodded slightly. Although he had many people under his command, the only two people he could really catch his eye were Wu Wudi and Undying Qiao.

Emperor Jing only cared about whether these two people could succeed.

Emperor Jing asked: "Will Wu Wudi lose?"

Undying Joe smiled gently: "Your Majesty, please rest assured. Although Wu Wudi is a second-grade warrior, he is a second-grade warrior. Even if the national teacher comes, it is not easy to kill him. Wu Wudi will definitely win!"

Emperor Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt a little uneasy. He knew that Wu Wudi's opponent was Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping has been so dazzling along the way.

And on the arena in the secret realm.

Wu Wudi was covered in wounds and his spirit was a little sluggish. He then took a pill and said, "Zhou Ping, let's see who can outlast the other. This pill can replenish my spiritual energy and restore me to my peak state. I still have ten of these pills!"

Zhou Ping snorted coldly. The two fought for a long time, but neither could do anything to the other.

However, Wu Wudi believed that he could exhaust Zhou Ping to death.

One day, two days, three days.

On the ring, Zhou Ping and Wu Wudi were still fighting.

Wu Wudi looked listless, but Zhou Ping did not show any sign of tiredness.

Wu Wudi wanted to kill Zhou Ping by fighting with him, but his plan was wrong, because Zhou Ping had the skill of borrowing spiritual energy from heaven, which allowed him to borrow spiritual energy from between heaven and earth.

Wu Wudi had a lot of pills on him, but he had already eaten them all.

"What's wrong with this kid? Why is he so difficult to deal with?" Wu Wudi wanted to retreat, but there was no way to retreat.

If he withdraws at this time, it means he loses, and Wu Wudi will not be able to participate in the next competition.

Wu Wudi was just thinking about it when Zhou Ping suddenly seized an opportunity and then slashed him down with the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades.

During these three days, Zhou Ping's martial arts became more and more mellow and smooth under the training of Wu Wudi. There was nothing fancy like in the paintings, just simple punches, kicks, slashes, and chops.

After learning martial arts to this level, Zhou Ping felt that he had progressed from the art to the Tao.

Wu Wudi is at this point. He actually didn't use any complicated skills, just simple punches and kicks, but the lethality is already great.

Zhou Ping understood that as long as he could progress from the art to the Tao, he could break through to the second level of a warrior.

However, this requires a long period of accumulation and constant improvement in battle.

"Ah!" The magic sword with thousands of blades slashed at Wu Wudi, and Wu Wudi bled instantly.

In fact, the Demonic Knife Thousand Blades could lie on Wu Wudi and suck his blood, but Zhou Ping didn't do that because he was afraid that Wu Wudi would escape before he was sucked to death by the Demonic Knife Thousand Blades.

By then, the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades will be exposed.

"I give up!" Wu Wudi said unwillingly.

At this point, Wu Wudi already knew that he had no means to fight against Zhou Ping.

If this continues, Wu Wudi might die at the hands of Zhou Ping.

As Wu Wudi withdrew, Zhou Ping flashed and came out.

The rule of this level is to screen out one hundred people, and these one hundred people will enter the next level.

At this time, the other ninety-nine people had been waiting for a long time.

As Zhou Ping appeared among these ninety-nine people.

There were bursts of exclamations.

"Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping won!"

"I really didn't expect that Zhou Ping could actually defeat a second-grade warrior. How did this guy do it? Isn't he a Confucianist?"

Those who were eliminated were shocked. They didn’t understand how Zhou Ping eliminated Wu Wudi.

Especially Wu Wudi, who was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

"Look at Wu Wudi. Zhou Ping looks fine, but Wu Wudi is badly injured."

"Yes, Zhou Ping's spirit is very good, but Wu Wudi is much worse."

"I never thought that Confucian people are so good at fighting."

"Who said Zhou Ping only has Confucian cultivation? You forgot that besides being a Confucian, he is also a bodyguard. He is very good at fighting."

Those who were eliminated were talking about it.

At this moment, in the light circle, Xiao Baiyun, Zhiqiu Yiye and some Jianghu cultivators all cast friendly glances at Zhou Ping, and Zhou Ping responded one by one.

Emperor Jing had a dark face and his mouth corners trembled slightly. He never expected that Wu Wudi would be defeated by Zhou Ping.

This will cause Emperor Jing to lose a great help in the next level.

Undead Joe beside Emperor Jing also had a gloomy look on his face. He had been with Wu Wudi for a long time and knew Wu Wudi's true strength.

In this world, even for a few first-class people, it is not an easy task to make Wu Wudi admit defeat.

Warriors are supposed to be better at fighting than Taoists, Buddhists and Confucianists.

When the dozen or so people around Emperor Jing learned that Wu Wudi was defeated by Zhou Ping, they all showed unfriendly expressions.

In addition to Emperor Jing, there are also people from Tianzong.

The people of Tianzong all looked at Zhou Ping. They had received orders from Zhang Ziling to kill Zhou Ping a long time ago, but they had never had the chance and did not take Zhou Ping seriously.

But the person who can make Wu Wudi admit defeat is definitely not a good person.

Wu Wudi could probably kill many masters of Tianzong in seconds.

Even the few second-rank elders from Tianzong looked at Zhou Ping with caution.

The people of Di Zong were very kind to Zhou Ping because Zhiqiu Yiye had a good relationship with Zhou Ping.

Zhuque looked at Zhou Ping and smiled kindly. There was no direct conflict between the Demon Cult and Zhou Ping.

At this time, the light flickered, and Zhou Ping and a hundred other people entered the next level.

Those who were eliminated stayed where they were.

"Tell me, how did Zhou Ping win?"

"Hey, maybe Wu Wudi is not as good as the legend says?"

The two heads flew off the body in an instant, and the two cultivators died on the spot.

Wu Wudi killed two cultivators instantly, and no one else dared to speak.

A hundred people flashed by and came to a study.

The study is very large and stretches as far as the eye can see.

An old man sat quietly in the study, with a light door behind him.

The moment everyone saw the old man, they immediately thought of Buddhism.

"What is Confucianism?" the old man asked quietly.

Everyone looked at each other, and this level was surprisingly the same as the one in Buddhism.

One is to test what is Confucianism, and the other is to test what is Buddhism.

At this time, everyone looked at Zhou Ping. Zhou Ping was the only Confucian who had passed the test. He was the most qualified to answer this question and pass the test.

However, just when everyone was looking at Zhou Ping, Emperor Jing was the first to come to the old man.

He murmured with his lips, and soon answered his answer.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Jing appeared in a flash and actually passed the level!
"Emperor Jing actually passed the test! How did he do it?" "Hey, he is the emperor after all, he must have read books."

Everyone discussed it and came to the conclusion that since Emperor Jing was an emperor, he must have read some books.

Zhiqiu Yiye shook his head. He looked at Zhou Ping and said, "So you can cheat."

Everyone looked at Zhiqiu Yiye. They wanted to know what Zhiqiu Yiye meant.

Zhiqiu Yiye was just about to explain, but the people from the Demon Cult also began to answer questions.

Soon, all the members of the Demon Cult went in.

This stunned Zhou Ping and the others. Are these people from the Demon Sect also scholars?
After the people from the Demon Cult entered, the officials' family also started to enter.

Soon, the entire official family went in.

Only Tianzong, Dizong and some martial arts practitioners were left at the scene. They didn't understand, aren't they the only ones who are educated?

"What did you mean just now?" Zhou Ping asked Zhiqiu Yiye.

Zhiqiu Yiye smiled and said, "These people were able to get in, was it because of you?"

Zhou Ping didn't say anything, but he seemed to understand.

Zhiqiu Yiye explained, "I can read lips, so I can understand what Emperor Jing said when he entered just now. The people from the Demon Cult who entered later should also have people who understand lip reading. Their answers were exactly the same as Emperor Jing's. The people who entered just now all had the same answers, but they all went in as well."

Zhou Ping smiled and said, "The answer is the same, can we get in?"

Zhiqiu Yiye spread his hands and said, "Who made your poems so famous?"

At this time, everyone finally understood how Emperor Jing got in, because the poem used was written by Zhou Ping.

"Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."

Someone suddenly realized.

The four lines of Hengqu by Zhou Ping have enabled many people in the world to go from being at the level of poetry to being at the level of poetry, and even those who are at the level of poetry can break through the level of poetry.

This poem is the perfect answer to the question of what Confucianism is.

After getting the answer, the Jianghu cultivators went in one after another, and they passed the level smoothly!
Buddhists also began to move in.

The old man is just an NPC, so his IQ is not high and he was taken advantage of by everyone.

At this time, only people from Tianzong and Dizong were left outside.

Zhou Ping had felt the gazes of the Tianzong people looking at him several times, but they did not act rashly.

Because Dizong is also here.

"Let's go." At this time, the Holy Maiden of Tianzong came in, and she also copied Zhou Ping's answer.

Other people from Tianzong also began to go in.

Soon, people from Tianzong and Dizong also went in.

At this time, only Zhiqiu Yiye and Zhou Ping were left outside.

Zhou Ping looked at Zhiqiu Yiye and said, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Zhiqiu Yiye nodded, and then said seriously: "The Liu Ruyan next to you, she is from Tianzong."

Zhou Ping nodded and said, "I know she is from Tianzong. I want to know why she is by my side."

Zhiqiu Yiye was silent for a while, then continued: "I didn't know why at first, but when I saw the Saint of Tianzong, I knew why. This matter is a Taoist secret, I can't tell you. In short, you have to be careful of the Saint of Taoism."

After Zhiqiu Yiye finished speaking, he left.

"The Holy Maiden of Tianzong?" Zhou Ping had no impression of the Holy Maiden of Tianzong.

After Zhiqiu Yiye left, Zhou Ping was left alone.

Zhou Ping looked at the old man and was silent for a while. He began to wander around the entire library and opened some books at random.

What is Confucianism?
Finally, Zhou Ping came to the old man. He looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him, and then asked: "What is Confucianism?"

What is Confucianism?
Hengqu's four sentences were shocking to Zhou Ping and also shocked the world.

But for Zhou Ping, he believed that most of the scholars in his previous life were cynics, hypocrites who disguised themselves as Confucianists.

Zhou Ping only thought of one man worthy of being the son of a great scholar.

Zhou Ping said slowly: "Although grass is not harmful, if it is a hindrance, why not remove it?"

The old man's emotionless eyes suddenly showed a wave. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Ping, asking, "What do you mean by that?"

Zhou Ping's words come from Wang Yangming's "Instructions for Practical Living".

Zhou Ping said calmly: "If you have great kindness in your heart, you will do whatever it takes. As long as the goal is right, you can use any means!"

For thousands of years in previous lives, the so-called great scholars and gentlemen were all those who were prudent and self-protective, and who practiced surrender.

Only people like Wang Yangming, for the sake of the people of the world, would climb to the top even if it meant sacrificing themselves, being corrupt, and being a villain, and then become a villain for the sake of their original "good intentions".

Zhou Ping would like to call him a Confucian, which is also what he considers to be a true Confucian.

A gleam of light flashed in the old man's eyes: "You can pass it."

Zhou Ping was able to pass the test without using the four sentences of Hengqu, but this was not what he wanted.

"Confucian Saint, I know it's you. Just passing the level is not enough!"

"I've been in this world for eight years!"

"I wrote some poems, such as "Thoughts in the Quiet Night, Moonlight in Front of the Bed."

"There is an empty mountain after the rain."

"There are four sentences of Hengqu"

"There is a green river of water coming from the sky."

"besides."

Zhou Ping displayed the poems he had written, because he guessed that the old man in front of him might be the projection of a Confucian sage, or his residual soul.

In the Buddhist level, Zhou Ping was crowned with initiation by the Golden Buddha and his cultivation reached the third level of Buddhism, so he guessed that the old man in front of him might be a Confucian saint!
Zhou Ping didn’t know whether the Confucian sage was dead or alive, but he knew there must be an opportunity here.

"Besides these poems, I have three hundred more. You are doing well!"

"Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out."

“You don’t wake up to the dawn when you sleep in spring, and you hear the singing of birds everywhere.”

"If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."

"The grass grows taller and brighter every year."

Zhou Ping recited 300 Tang poems in one breath.

The old man in the library originally had a dull look on his face, but after hearing Zhou Ping's poems, he gradually became more lively.

As Zhou Ping's words ended.

In the original library, countless books moved without wind, and then the words on the books floated out.

The entire library turned into a milky white ocean.

The rich Confucian atmosphere nourished Zhou Ping's body and at the same time entered into Zhou Ping's body.

"Kabang."

After a cracking sound, Zhou Ping floated up into the air.

Confucian second grade!

At the same time, everyone in the secret realm saw this scene.

Not only that, three hundred poems recited by Zhou Ping began to play in the secret realm!

"Besides these poems, I have three hundred more. You are doing well!"

"Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out."

“You don’t wake up to the dawn when you sleep in spring, and you hear the singing of birds everywhere.”

"If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."

"The grass grows taller and brighter every year."

In the first level of the secret realm.

Fan Shiyi was writing poetry with a group of scholars.

"When we have nothing to do, we can write more poems. When we meet Zhou Ping, we can compete with him in poetry." Fan Shiyi no longer expects herself to beat Zhou Ping. She now wants to rely on these more than a thousand scholars to "collect poems."

They think of a topic, and then everyone studies the written poem together, and then modifies it word by word.

This actually led to them writing some good poems.

Not only that, some scholars even relied on the poems they had collected to borrow their meanings for inclusion in their works.

Zhou Ping's voice rang out in the sky.

Three hundred Tang poems are floating in the air.

Fan Shiyi and nearly a thousand scholars listened to Zhou Ping's poems in a daze.

These three hundred poems cover a wide range of topics; some describe scenery, some describe love, and some describe ambition. In short, they cover everything.

"Hahaha, I've entered the fourth rank."

"Hahaha, I've reached the fifth rank."

"I have also entered the fourth rank."

"Everyone, I have entered the third rank."

The three hundred Tang poems are all essences, and there is always one poem suitable for these scholars.

Under the influence of Zhou Ping's poems, the scholars improved their grades one after another, and some even reached the third grade.

Fan Shiyi couldn't help but look at the person who had broken through to the third level. He was a white-haired old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. If he had not reached the third level, he would have turned into a handful of dirt soon. However, now he had a few hundred more years of life.

Fan Shiyi closed her eyes and felt Zhou Ping's verses. Suddenly, she heard a poem.

Jinse has no end in fifty strings, a string of thoughts and a string of years.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

Can this feeling be remembered? It was just at a loss.

Fan Shiyi's poems are mainly obscene. Even though she admits that Zhou Ping's poems are better than hers, she does not admit that Zhou Ping can surpass her in these obscene poems.

However, among the poems Zhou Ping had just written, several of the obscene lyrics and songs were no worse than those he had written.

Especially this poem "Jinse", Fan Shiyi knew that the poems he wrote were not as good as Zhou Ping's.

She is naturally not as good as this piece of Jinse.

Li Shangyin had been nostalgic for brothels for many years, so he was naturally no worse than Fan Shiyi, so the style of his poems was similar to Fan Shiyi's.

When Fan Shiyi heard Jinse's name, his heart was so agitated that he floated up without wind.

"Look, the sun is rising!"

"Master Fan Eleven has actually entered the second rank!"

"You have already entered the second rank at such a young age! You can expect to become a first rank in the future."

At this time, in other levels of the secret realm, the living people also heard Zhou Ping's voice and his three hundred poems.

In a dark environment.

Dozens of people were being besieged by a dozen others.

Among the ninety-nine people who entered the next level of the secret realm, the people from the Demon Cult were besieging the others, and they clearly had the upper hand. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the righteous people were killed or injured.

The Holy Maiden of Tianzong is fighting against Suzaku with a veil on.

Suddenly, she also heard Zhou Ping's voice and the three hundred poems.

There was confusion in the eyes of the Saint Maiden of Tianzong, and there was a sound of shattering on her body. She also had Confucian cultivation, and at this time her Confucian cultivation had reached the second level.

A white light came out from the body of the Holy Maiden of Tianzong, suppressing the darkness around her.

In the darkness, groups of black air retreated after sensing the Confucian power in the body of the Holy Maiden of Tianzong.

"The great righteousness of Confucianism! Great, we are saved!" Emperor Jing was protected by two people. He had been injured in many places. If he had not been protected by two subordinates, he would have died long ago.

"Zhou Ping, I remember, I am Mingyue." The coldness in the eyes of the Holy Maiden of Tianzong disappeared, and one of her eyes became much more lively.

However, the next moment, an old man from the Tianzong placed a rune mark on the saint's body.

The eyes of the Saint Maiden of Tianzong became cold again. She was still so pure and out of tune with this world.

Zhiqiu Yiye and the Saintess of Tianzong dealt with Zhuque together. He saw everything that happened just now: "It is indeed the Tianzong's three souls technique of heaven, earth and man!"

In the secret realm, the breath of Confucianism entered Zhou Ping's body.

Zhou Ping's Confucian cultivation has reached the second level of Confucianism!

"I finally got the hidden reward." Zhou Ping was secretly delighted, and at the same time he felt the surging power and ability to fly in his body.

Zhou Ping could fly into the air with just a thought: "This is quite interesting, it can actually fly."

Zhou Ping was trying to develop his ability to fly when he was pulled to the next level.

Entering the next level, Zhou Ping's telepathic control was triggered instantly!
At this moment, Zhou Ping was holding a palm-sized beast on his finger. The moment Zhou Ping saw the beast, he was slightly stunned: "Demon seed?"

(End of this chapter)