Daqin: The Greatest Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

At this moment, Su Xuan woke up slowly and saw Fei Yan gazing at him affectionately.

He was stunned for a moment, then kissed Feiyan on her smooth forehead.

"Rest a little longer today."

Feiyan hummed lightly, with a smile in her eyes.

The first thing her husband did when he woke up was to care about her. He is so considerate!

In her eyes, there will never be anyone as good as her husband in this world.

"Actually, I heard everything Madam said just now." He gently stroked Feiyan's soft short hair and looked at Feiyan with smiling eyes.

Feiyan looked at Su Xuan calmly and asked, "Does my husband like this kind of Feiyan?"

Looking at Feiyan's expectant eyes, Su Xuan smiled and nodded.

Who can not love Feiyan who is willing to do anything for you, no matter if it is right or wrong?

"Fei Yan, do you know?" He stared at Fei Yan, "It is said that it takes five hundred glances in the previous life to get a chance to pass by in this life, and it takes a thousand glances in the previous life to get to stop in front of the one you love."

“It takes a hundred years to be able to ride the same boat together, and a thousand years to be able to sleep on the same pillow together.”

"I will cherish this hard-earned happiness even more."

Feiyan snuggled in Su Xuan's arms, listening to his sweet words, and felt her whole heart melt.

The Su Xuan in her eyes was shining at this moment, like the sun in the sky, bringing her an extremely warm feeling.

It made her want to get closer to him, throw herself into his arms, and integrate herself into his body.

"The Yin-Yang School is well versed in the great principles of Yin and Yang. Does Feiyan know any secrets of practicing Yin and Yang?" Su Xuan asked boldly and directly. "In the future, we can discuss with each other and improve our cultivation. It will surely be a great pleasure."

"I wonder what kind of martial arts my husband is practicing?" Fei Yan did not rush to answer, but asked first.

"The method of dual cultivation is related to the technique of cultivation?" Su Xuan thought for a moment, and then told Feiyan about the Confucian Qi-refining technique he was practicing.

"That's right, the sky is yang, the earth is yin, the sun and the moon, day and night, the palms and backs of the hands, everything in the world has yin and yang." Feiyan nodded seriously, "One yin and one yang is called Tao, men are yang, women are yin, yang alone cannot produce, yin alone cannot grow, in our Yin-Yang family, we advocate the dual cultivation of yin and yang."

"And if the techniques practiced by men and women can be integrated with each other, their cultivation will naturally rise."

Su Xuan pondered for a moment, then said, "I have seen an explanation of the dual cultivation of yin and yang in ancient Taoist books. Taoists divide a person's primordial spirit into yang spirit and yin spirit. After the yang spirit is cultivated, the six channels are fully opened, and one can jump out of the three realms and six paths, and never enter the cycle of reincarnation. The yin spirit refers to a person's soul. After successful cultivation, one can ride on the wind and travel thousands of miles."

“Did Zhuangzi’s carefree wandering and Liezi’s spiritual wandering reach such a state?”

He looked at Feiyan with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

"My husband is talking about the Taoist Golden Elixir. Traveling thousands of miles in the past might have been possible, but as far as I know, no one can do it now." Feiyan's expression gradually became serious, and she discussed with Su Xuan, "The limit of what I can do is just to look inward at my own body."

After hearing Feiyan say this, Su Xuan realized how abnormal her talent was. If she were placed in the world of immortal cultivation, she could only see it after she had established her foundation and gave birth to spiritual consciousness. Su Xuan had no doubt that if she were placed in a world of immortal heroes, she would become an unparalleled empress.

"My husband, do you want to pursue immortality?" Feiyan raised her eyes and looked at Su Xuan. "If my husband wants to, Feiyan will spare no effort to help him."

"Who doesn't want to pursue immortality?" Su Xuan held Feiyan's shoulders and said in a deep voice, "But if you, Feiyan, are not by my side, what's the point of me wanting immortality?"

He held Feiyan's small hand with his other hand, "Even if we live forever, we must be together."

Feiyan felt like her heart was about to melt. Her husband actually didn't even want immortality for her.

Even the ancient emperors would not be able to resist such temptation, right? But the husband did not even blink, nor did he hesitate at all.

What more could I ask for if I could have a husband like this?

After that, the two discussed the Yin and Yang.

Feiyan said that she was practicing the Way of the Sun, and was still unsure whether she could practice it together with Su Xuan's Confucian Qi-refining technique, so she had to go back and look through some ancient books.

Su Xuan said that it didn't need to be that complicated and they could put it into practice tonight.

It's only because the war is going on now, otherwise Su Xuan would have pulled Fei Yan aside to start discussing it.

Chapter 193 The world is impermanent

A courtyard in the Han Palace.

Honglian, wearing a pale blue uniform, sat in the pavilion, staring blankly into the distance.

The originally innocent girl now had a hint of sadness between her brows.

She looked towards the cherry blossom tree not far away. A few months ago, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the fragrance was rich. She had happily swung on the swing under the pink rain of flowers. She was so carefree. She could play happily every day and do whatever she wanted. She acted like a spoiled child in front of her father and showed her willful side in front of her brother. At that time, she was full of hope and expectations for life.

Honglian sighed lightly, sat by the lake, and threw one stone after another into the lake.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, but soon returned to calm.

Even if small stones can stir up layers of waves on the surface of a deep lake, they will eventually sink to the bottom of the lake.

For the first time, Honglian felt the impermanence of the world. In this chaotic Warring States period, who can truly control his own destiny?

Isn't she just a small stone?

The coup d'état launched by Ji Wuye three months ago disrupted her previously peaceful life.

That night, the palace was filled with blood, flames shot up into the sky, and the sounds of fighting and shouting were endless. She saw with her own eyes the palace guards being hacked to death by the soldiers in front of her. The bloody scene had a great impact on her. Only then did she realize how well protected she was since she was a child living in the palace.

That was the first time she felt the horror of war.

There were even several defeated soldiers who fled to the courtyard where she was and wanted to attack her. When she was about to fight for her life, a man in black named Mo Ya saved her.

He said there was no need to thank him, and if anyone wanted to thank someone, he should thank his master.

It was Su Xuan who sent him to his side to protect him secretly.

Only then did she realize that he had always cared about her.

And those annoying actions he had performed before must have been, as Madam Mingzhu said, to attract her attention.

As she thought about it, a blush appeared on the girl's cheeks unconsciously.

When Honglian was a girl, she believed in love. She believed that she could find her ideal husband who would be a little more tolerant of her temper and indulge her willfulness, and she would learn to be a gentle and virtuous wife and stay by his side.

At that time, Honglian thought of the scene of Su Xuan pinching her cheek and calling her "wife", and thought of her father saying that he wanted to marry her. Now it seems like a marriage destined by God.

Otherwise, why would there be such a deep entanglement between the two?

She told Mo Ya that she wanted to see him, but Mo Ya said that his duty was only to protect her. After that, no matter what she said, Mo Ya remained indifferent.

She began to ask Mo Ya about the reasons for the rebellion. After knowing that her brother and Su Xuan had made preparations in advance, she was not too worried.

As expected, the rebellion was quickly quelled, and when she saw her brother again, he had become the new King of Han with the support of a group of civil and military officials.

She covered her lips lightly, looking at the scene in disbelief, and then thought that if her brother became the King of Han, he would definitely be able to do a better job than her father.

But soon, she thought of another problem: if her brother became the King of Han, what would happen to her father?

Will my brother kill my father? This thought popped up in her mind.

If that was the case, she would try her best to stop her brother, because no matter how foolish or incompetent her father was, he was still the father who once doted on her and tolerated her!

Fortunately, the outcome did not develop in the worst direction. Her father was imprisoned in the deep palace, and she could visit him from time to time.

During the visit, she found that her father was becoming increasingly old. He was unwilling to accept this and tried to pass on the message to the outside world through herself in order to restore the throne.

She accepted all the letters, remembered all the names her father told her, and then turned around and told Han Fei.

In her opinion, her father would be better off enjoying his retirement instead of worrying about state affairs. Now that her brother has ascended the throne, how could she give him a chance to restore the throne?

Han Fei just smiled after receiving the news and didn't take it too seriously.

Honglian, sitting alone by the lake, finally felt a sense of loneliness and solitude in her heart. She picked up the paintbrush from the pavilion and began to outline Su Xuan's figure.

When she thought that he had been gone for two months without saying goodbye, she pouted angrily. But when she thought of the perfume and exquisite porcelain doll that she had asked Madam Mingzhu to pass on to her, her angry temper instantly disappeared.

It could obviously be given directly to me, but why did he ask Madam Mingzhu to pass it to me? Was he afraid that I wouldn't accept it?

Honglian stopped writing, and the outline of Su Xuan was clearly visible on the scroll. She held her chin up to her hand, staring at the figure in the scroll, slightly distracted.

When will he come to see me? Does she have to ask her brother to propose marriage to Qin and marry him?

The girl wrote several words on the scroll, all of which were words like idiot, pig's hoof, and fool.

In the end, the girl was still a little unsatisfied and thought about drawing two more big turtles on his cheeks, but when she really started to put pen to paper, she was reluctant to do so.

He let out a long sigh and then put the scroll away.

This was the fifty-third painting she had drawn, and also the fifty-third day she had been missing him.

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After repairing Nanyang City, Su Xuan led the Qin army to march towards Xinzheng, and they were unstoppable all the way.

In ten days, fifteen cities were captured in a row. The speed was unbelievable.

There are two main reasons for achieving such a great result. On the one hand, the Qin army itself is powerful. On the other hand, Bai Yifei led the surrendered Han army as the vanguard. After entering the city, they turned against the enemy in an instant and followed the same strategy all the way without encountering any effective resistance.

The surrender came even faster than Su Xuan had imagined. He thought that it might be because the proclamation of surrender stated that the official positions of those who surrendered would remain unchanged.

To them, it makes no difference who rules South Korea. If their interests are not harmed, who would resist at the cost of their lives?

In just eleven days, the Qin army had arrived at Xinzheng, intending to destroy the country.

Han Fei looked at the latest battle report and the letter of surrender sent by Su Xuan, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Brother, oh brother, you are so ruthless!

He took out the "On Preserving Han" which he had written long ago and shook his head.

He had originally intended to use this policy paper to persuade the King of Qin not to attack the Kingdom of Han, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

Because South Korea is now in name only, Qin will not miss such a good opportunity, and my senior brother will not show mercy.

Is South Korea doomed to perish?

Han Fei sighed and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his chest filled with depression.

He waved his hand and asked someone to summon Zhang Ping, preparing to meet Su Xuan in person and make a final struggle.

Zhang Ping took the letter, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He also did not expect the Qin army to achieve such brilliant results.

When he returned to the Korean court, although it was Su Xuan's instruction, he actually had this idea in his mind.

Under Han Fei's leadership, South Korea's national strength continued to rise, but ultimately, he was given too little time.

During the Battle of Nanyang, he received a letter sent by Su Xuan, but at that time he was more of a wait-and-see person, thinking that if Han could resist the Qin army, it would not be a bad idea.

But the result disappointed him greatly, so now he will not have any hesitation.

He tried his best to assist Han Fei, but the enemy was too strong and he had no other choice.

Under the current circumstances, if the Zhang family wants to keep their family standing, they can only find a new master.

Han Fei, don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame your senior brother for being too strong!

Zhang Ping left without looking back and began to prepare to surrender the city and welcome the royal army.

Chapter 194 Meet Han Fei Again

That afternoon, Su Xuan met Han Fei, who had come to the meeting alone, in the central military camp.

"Brother, long time no see." Han Fei took the initiative to greet him and looked at Su Xuan with a complicated expression.

"Junior brother, you came here specially today. Are you still harboring fantasies?" Su Xuan invited Han Fei to sit down. "If you want to reminisce about the past, you are always welcome. If you want to persuade me to stay in Korea, I'm sorry, you should know that this is impossible."

He was straightforward and direct, and as soon as they met, he blocked Han Fei's words.

Han Fei smiled bitterly, but he was not disappointed because it was the expected result.

He looked at Su Xuan, who was dignified and graceful, and Fei Yan's eyes flashed with surprise.

Senior brother is very lucky in love. As far as he knows, Miss Zi Nu, Miss Yan Ling Ji, and even his own sister have fallen in love with him.

"Fei Yan is my wife-to-be." Su Xuan introduced the two to each other with a smile, and told Fei Yan to just call Han Fei the Ninth Young Master; calling him the King of Han would sound more distant.

Feiyan smiled, looking bright and charming. She stood up and bowed, "Feiyan, I meet the Ninth Master."

She did not say before that she belonged to the Yin-Yang Family, because at this moment, she belonged only to Su Xuan.

No matter how noble Dongjun's status was, in her opinion, it was not even as high as his wife's.

"Han Fei meets Miss Feiyan." Han Fei, who was well-informed, could tell from Feiyan's temperament that she must be of noble status. At this moment, he put away his careless look and returned the greeting seriously.

"I heard that Junior Brother has never taken a concubine since he ascended the throne." Su Xuan's mouth curved into an arc, "How about I introduce one to you, Senior Brother?"