Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 407: Condensing the Great Trend, a Thousand Miles of Rivers
“Awakening.”

“The general trend.”

"Master, is this your plan?"

Meng Haoran turned to look at the teacher beside him, his face solemn, and he clasped his fists and bowed: "Meng Haoran admires you."

Let the humble awaken, and let the weak gather into a mighty torrent.

This is the true essence of Confucianism.

This is what education is.

Meng Haoran felt that the Master was using the last moment of his life to enlighten all the creatures on Qingtian Continent.

How can we not admire such educational achievements?

The teacher stood with his hands behind his back, his beard moved slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched imperceptibly.

If he had not cultivated to the level of a free and easy master, he would never have been able to accept Meng Haoran's gift with ease.

If his character had not been tempered, he would definitely tell Meng Haoran at this time. He also didn't know what Zhang Juzheng was trying to do.

To be honest, he originally just wanted to lure the immortals and demons to gather at Bailu Mountain for a fierce battle.

Later, Zhang Juzheng guarded the back mountain of Bailu Mountain, where birds could not reach, so he could not release any news he wanted to release.

That's why he took advantage of the situation and let Zhang Juzheng go down the mountain.

Originally, he thought that when Zhang Juzheng came down the mountain, someone would naturally explore Bailu Mountain, and then quietly spread the news that his life was coming to an end, and everything would fall into place.

However, Zhang Juzheng wanted to avenge Yuning City.

As a teacher, he was led by the nose all the way from Bailu Mountain to Leiyin Temple, and then from Leiyin Temple to Qingyun Mountain.

He, a master of the Xiaoyao level, actually became Zhang Juzheng's bodyguard, secretly protecting him all the way.

Zhang Juzheng was his disciple, so he wouldn't want to let Zhang Juzheng be killed, right?

Fortunately, Zhang Juzheng was indeed powerful. He killed and provoked people all the way and managed to reach Qingyun Mountain alive.

In the Master's opinion, if anyone else came to Qingtian Island, he would have died on the way.

"Zhang Juzheng, it's really rare..."

Finally, the teacher spoke slowly.

In the end, he was too embarrassed to take all the credit on himself.

Meng Haoran raised his head and looked at the Master. After a long silence, he finally said, "Master, do you mean to hand over the White Deer Academy to him?"

Before this, Meng Haoran had planned to let Zhang Juzheng enter Haoran Academy if the master of Bailu Academy passed away.

The reason why I asked Xun Lin to bring Zhang Yuan back to Haoran Academy was because I felt that Bailu Mountain would definitely fall, and a person with Zhang Juzheng's character was worth rescuing.

But along the way, after witnessing Zhang Yuan's strength and methods, he was also thinking.

Although all these plans were planned by the Master, doesn't Zhang Juzheng have any merit or ability at all?

Have.

It can even be seen that Zhang Juzheng's ability clearly surpasses Xun Lin's.

Among the younger generation on Qingtianzhou, almost no one can compare with Zhang Juzheng.

At this moment, hearing the Master's words, Meng Haoran instantly thought in his heart that the Master had taken care of Zhang Juzheng all the way to Qingyun Mountain. In addition to the struggle for the overall situation, his intention was probably to give Zhang Juzheng enough training.

Zhang Juzheng is still young and has unlimited possibilities in the future.

Maybe in a few decades or even hundreds of years, he will become the leader of Confucianism and Taoism in Bailu Mountain and even the entire Qingtian Continent.

"boom--"

A roaring sound was heard in the distance. Meng Haoran slowly turned his head and looked towards the direction of the rushing river.

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Above the river, Zhang Yuan's mind, body, blood and energy seemed to be boiling at this moment.

No wonder Ji Yuntang said that only after stepping out of Yongtianzhou can one know the joy of practicing.

The power of the Grandmaster can move the trends of heaven and earth; even a tiny bit of his strength can unleash a force of billions of tons.

This kind of joy of having the trend of the times follow you and the path of the way at your fingertips is truly fascinating.

The river is like a sword, mighty and majestic, and its momentum becomes more solemn and powerful.

Even from a hundred miles away, one could feel the surge of such power. Countless sword cultivators and practitioners from all walks of life followed the rolling waves, rushing towards Qingyun Mountain with Zhang Yuan.

At this moment, countless people were eager to see this long river slash towards Qingyun Mountain with a sword.

Just want to kill, don't care about the result.

There are more and more people blocking the road in front of us, and more and more people attacking from behind.

Those disciples of Qingyun Mountain were overwhelmed and pushed away by the flood of practitioners.

The water of the river and the people on the shore turned into a torrent, rushing towards Qingyun Mountain.

Above the sky, a green sword a hundred feet long slashed down.

Eight hundred sword-armored warriors stood on the river bank ahead, drawing on the power of the sword formation.

The power of this sword can cut Dongxuan.

At first, there were three hundred sword armors blocking the way, but Zhang Yuan broke them with one strike. Now, with eight hundred sword armors in front, can they stop him?

Countless people cast their eyes on the long sword that slashed down from the air.

"Does the Qingyun Immortal Sect really want to stop Zhang Juzheng here?"

"Three thousand sword armors are loyal to their comrades. If we don't let them strike this sword today, I'm afraid the resentment of the disciples on Qingyun Mountain will be extremely great."

Many people whispered, their eyes flashing.

This sword is like a sword that settles a personal grudge.

Only Zhang Juzheng could block this sword.

Zhang Yuan looked up and looked at the sword light that was slashing down.

The sword formation technique of Qingyun Immortal Sect still has its merits.

It seems that when I go to Qingyun Mountain, in addition to looking for the dual cultivation method that Zhao Yu talked about, I can also study more about the art of sword formation.

With a calm expression, he slowly raised his hand and pointed.

"boom--"

Above the long river, three thousand long dragons of water light soared into the sky and turned into three thousand shimmering water chain ropes.

The water chain spun around and grabbed the hundred-foot-long sword.

The Nine Sky Formless Sword Technique can cut off mountains and open clouds.

Each of these differentiated water dragons and each of these chains is actually a ray of sword light.

The sword light can tear apart thousands of mountains and crush flowing clouds.

At this moment, he used this sword to block the falling long sword, and the hundred-foot sword light shattered into pieces before it reached Zhang Yuan.

On the river bank, the eight hundred sword-armored warriors were all trembling and blood was gushing out of their mouths.

The sword that condensed their understanding of swordsmanship and the power of their minds was shattered, and their souls, blood, and true essence were shaken and backfired, so naturally they were seriously injured.

One strike, breaking the formation of eight hundred swords and armors!
"He, his swordsmanship has reached such a level..."

Xun Lin, who had stopped fighting in the rear, looked at Zhang Yuan on the long river and whispered softly.

On the opposite side, Yu Changhai, the elder of the Qingyun Immortal Sect, who was holding a long sword, had a solemn expression and his aura was unstable.

Zhang Yuan's strength was completely beyond his expectations.

"This kind of swordsmanship is the true method of a sword immortal..." On the river bank, many people sighed as they watched the sword light and water flow that broke the formation with one sword.

The most important thing is that when Zhang Yuan swung the sword, his forward momentum was not hindered at all.

Even eight hundred sword armors cannot stop his sword power!

"boom--"

Millions of flowing clouds were surging, endless water mist exploded, and the sword light and cloud light above the sky merged, causing the power of the water veins to boil.

Zhang Yuan's aura rose, and his strength increased with every ten-mile advance of the long river waves.

This kind of power gathered together, and it seemed that there was no end.

"Stop him."

In front of the main hall of Qingyun Immortal Sect, Wu Yunzi, with a gloomy expression, shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)