We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 118 My enemy is the whole world (Seeking monthly votes)

Three years passed after Xiao Mo returned to Bailu Academy.

After the Ink Lake was built, the headmaster of Bailu Academy was very generous and gave the ownership of the barren mountain to Xiao Mo and Bai Ruxue.

However, they did not treat that mountain as their private property.

If the disciples of Bailu Academy wish to visit that Ink Lake, they are perfectly free to do so.

As for the literary and artistic fortune gathered in Ink Lake, they naturally cannot take it away. The moment the lake water leaves Ink Lake, it becomes just ordinary lake water.

However, because of the existence of Ink Lake, the literary and spiritual fortune of that barren mountain has become increasingly strong, even comparable to some of the main peaks of White Deer Academy.

And this mountain peak also got a name, called Baimo Peak.

Every spring or on snowy days, students from Bailu Academy would go to Mohu Lake to enjoy the spring scenery or admire the snow, which was quite a unique experience.

During these three years, Xiao Mo continued to go to Mr. Qi's courtyard to attend classes from time to time, just as he always had.

However, Xiao Mo spent most of his time sitting in that bamboo forest, lost in thought.

Xiao Mo wants to create the philosophy of mind of Master Yangming in this world.

However, Xiao Mo discovered that many things cannot be understood simply because he knows them.

Not to mention that Xiao Mo's understanding of Yangming's philosophy of mind was one-sided when he was on Blue Ocean Star.

Therefore, Xiao Mo plans to follow the path of Master Yangming again.

Let's start with bamboo.

However, Xiao Mo's "examining bamboo" is not simply "examining bamboo".

Having accumulated knowledge over two lifetimes, Xiao Mo possesses a profound foundation in Confucianism.

Although Xiao Mo seemed to be looking at bamboo every day, in reality, he was reflecting on his studies and the philosophy of mind of Master Yangming.

Xiao Mo tried to integrate his own knowledge with the philosophy of Wang Yangming, and to make the best use of the two.

Bai Ruxue knew that Xiao Mo was comprehending the Dao.

Therefore, Bai Ruxue did not disturb Xiao Mo.

Every day, Bai Ruxue would bring Xiao Mo food and vegetables.

If Bai Ruxue was really bored, she would sit not far away and watch Xiao Mo from afar.

Bai Ruxue loved watching Xiao Mo sitting in the bamboo forest, deep in thought; she found herself never getting tired of it.

With nothing else to do, Bai Ruxue picked up her brush and ink and tried to paint the scene of Xiao Mo meditating in the bamboo forest.

However, Bai Ruxue felt that her drawing was too ugly and not as good-looking as Xiao Mo himself. She didn't want to ask Shang Jiuli for help, so she gave up.

Another six months passed, and Xiao Mo, in the bamboo forest, felt as if he was about to understand something.

But that feeling is like an illusory butterfly; you reach out as if you can grasp it, but it slips silently through your fingers.

Later, Xiao Mo sat in the bamboo forest, as if he had passed away peacefully, remaining completely still.

As time goes by.

In his eyes, what he saw was not bamboo, but the Dao he had been searching for.

"How long has it been since Xiao Mo left the bamboo forest?"

On this day, when Mr. Qi was giving a lesson to Luo Yang and Shang Jiuli, he asked the two of them a question.

Luo Yang shook his head: "My junior brother hasn't left the bamboo forest for half a year. And according to Miss Bai, he's so absorbed in his cultivation that he hasn't eaten or drunk anything for six months. She doesn't dare disturb him." "I see."

Mr. Qi stroked his beard.

"It is no easy task to forge a completely new path, and the path he is about to take is destined to be bumpy."

“How can it not be?” Shang Jiuli poured a cup of tea, his expression tinged with melancholy. “In this world, there are too many inflexible old scholars. To them, Junior Brother’s path is destroying the path they have been steadfast in their entire lives.”

“Even so, Junior Brother will continue.” Luo Yang looked towards the bamboo forest.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Qi Daoming shook his head and took out two letters from his sleeve. "These are intelligence reports from the Demon Realm. The Human Race and the Demon Race are negotiating again. What do you think?"

"What else can we say?" Shang Jiuli said speechlessly. "We can't reach any conclusions. It's just that neither the Demon Clan nor our Myriad Laws World is ready. On the surface, we're discussing things, but in reality, we're all preparing for a major war."

"Talking and fighting, from the very beginning of the rumors that the two worlds were going to war, until now, almost twenty years have passed without us realizing it, and yet we still haven't fought." Luo Yang gripped the long sword in his hand.

Qi Daoming smiled and said, "After all, this is a major war between the two worlds. The bigger the war, the more forces need to be coordinated and the longer the preparation time will be. For ordinary people, twenty years is indeed too long, but for us cultivators, twenty years is just a blink of an eye."

You should all prepare yourselves; no one knows when a major battle will break out.

"Yes!" Luo Yang and Shang Jiuli both stood up and bowed to their teacher.

Just as the two straightened up, Luo Yang and Shang Jiuli seemed to sense something and looked up in the direction of the bamboo forest.

At the same time, everyone in Bailu Academy was looking in one direction.

A gentle breeze blew out from the bamboo forest, carrying the fragrance of bamboo and the scent of ink from turning pages.

Above the bamboo forest, clouds kept gathering and eventually formed the shape of a black dragon.

A series of celestial melodies resounded in the air, as if a sage were reciting scriptures while holding a book.

Most of the scholars, upon seeing this sudden and strange phenomenon, had no idea what was going on.

However, the academy teachers knew that someone had forged a completely new path of Confucianism.

Although this Confucian path is still very immature, like a newborn baby, it symbolizes new hope.

Whether this narrow path can become a wide, open road, no one knows.

In the bamboo forest, the scholar dressed in a blue robe slowly opened his eyes.

"Xiao Mo, you succeeded."

Bai Ruxue, who had been waiting nearby, was overjoyed when she saw Xiao Mo wake up.

At this moment, Xiao Mo's aura had reached the Golden Core stage, and his body retained the essence of the Great Dao, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling.

"It's just the beginning. As for whether this path will be successful, I don't know."

Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head, looking directly into Ru Xue's eyes.

"Ru Xue, now that I have attained enlightenment, as Mr. Qi said, after attaining enlightenment, I will leave Bailu Academy to travel the world and debate with various great Confucian scholars."

"Yes, no matter where you are, I'll go with you." Bai Ruxue nodded.

“But Ru Xue, my path goes against the Confucianism in the hearts of many people. Many people will criticize me, and countless people will stand against me. I’m afraid it will affect you.”

"I do not care."

Bai Ruxue looked directly into Xiao Mo's eyes and said matter-of-factly.

"If the whole world is against you, then my enemy is the whole world."

(End of this chapter)