Comprehensive martial arts: People in Northern Liang, study to become Confucianism!

: White Horse Silver Spear Plum Wine, vertical and horizontal..

Reading in the world.

This is to study sage books hard.

This is boring.

It is a gradual process.

Among them, there are many who sharpen themselves.

One thousand six hundred steps.

Three bows and nine knocks.

Perform the ceremony of respecting the teacher.

To be tenacious.

Understand the style of elegance and humility.

This was Ye Luoyang’s test for Wang Yangming.

This has nothing to do with Wang Yangming’s monstrous luck.

Even though.

Wang Yangming’s luck is like a green dragon, baring his teeth and claws.

But if it doesn’t get Ye Luoyang’s approval.

It is also equivalent to not being recognized by Xin Dao.

If you talk about the psychology of heaven and earth.

Ye Luoyang was even better than Wang Yangming.

At this time, the vision of Beiliang rose.

Wei Zhuang, the gatekeeper, raised his head slightly.

Xiaomeng, who was serving tea and pouring water, put down the tray in his hand.

Nangong Pushe, who was practicing double knives in the palace, even stopped the knives in his hand.

There was also Xu Yanbing’s slight astonishment.

But they all looked at the vision rising in the sky.

The mighty white dragon is lying in the sky.

And a green dragon crawled forward, but there was a stream of light all over its body.

Not weaker than the Haoran White Dragon.

And Ye Luoyang’s mind was even more fleeting.

The two streams of luck fused wildly.

Haoran Bailong held Qinglong under him.

It seems to be taking care of this young green dragon.

It even made a roar like a soul shock.

And the pressure of heaven and earth also increased suddenly.

Even, they were so overwhelmed that they couldn’t breathe.

“Wang Yangming, a Confucian scholar of the Ming Dynasty.”

“Walking thousands of miles away.”

“But I want to worship under the Confucian saint’s door.”

At this time, the sun in the sky was slowly setting.

Blood was bleeding from Wang Yangming’s forehead.

The legs are almost exhausted.

There were also blood stains oozing from both knees.

But he, Wang Yangming, still came to Ye Luoyang’s body resolutely, and bowed respectfully: “Disciple Wang Yangming, I have met my teacher.”

“From now on, you are a disciple of Luoyang sect.”

Dressed in white.

It’s like a banished fairy.

The feather fan shakes lightly.

Ye Luoyang opened his eyes slightly, showing a look of satisfaction.

Suddenly, an invisible force fell on Wang Yangming.

He even lifted Wang Yangming’s body up slowly.

“As a teacher, I have three questions.”

“Obviously there is a broad road, why not continue?”

“Why do you want to worship Luoyang as your teacher?”

“And worship three times and kowtow nine times, can you know that you have worked hard for your teacher?”

Ye Luoyang’s eyes looked at Wang Yangming.

I didn’t want to ask.

But Ye Luoyang finally spoke softly.

after all.

The future sage of mind, Wang Yangming.

It is by no means weaker than the way of the three teachings and fellow practitioners.

Even the combination of the three teachings is the culmination.

So what did Wang Yangming realize in his heart?

And why do you want to worship him, Ye Luoyang, as your teacher?

And did she ever understand Ye Luoyang’s painstaking efforts?

“The way of the teacher is the way of Yangming.”

“The world’s rivers and lakes, from south to north, criss-cross.”

“Only Beiliang can arouse Yangming’s learning.”

“A collection of the knowledge of the three teachings.”

“Yangming can’t go to Hangu forever.”

“When Yangming goes to Luochuan, he won’t get the essence.”

“Only in Beiliang, Yangming has heaven and earth in his heart.”

“You can find the meaning of the great accomplishment of the three religions.”

From the beginning to the end, Wang Yangming was not dull. The way he followed in his heart was Ye Luoyang’s way. He was sharpened by three prostrations and nine kowtows, and he understood the painstaking efforts involved in it.

It is Wang Yangming’s lifelong desire.

Ye Luoyang’s expression was also slightly shocked.

From the moment Wang Yangming knelt down.

Ye Luoyang’s mood was like a deep pool.

A ripple of irritability gradually rose.

Just because it was in Ye Luoyang’s heart.

New scholars who practice the three teachings.

The master of heaven and earth.

Stand upright.

What’s more, the one in front of you.

But this is a saint.

Wenke Anbang.

Wu can set the country.

The last founder of Yangming Xinxue who integrated the thoughts of the three teachings with a profound and unpredictable state of mind.

And the Hangu and Luochuan that Wang Yangming mentioned.

They are Jixia Academy and Shangyin Academy.

“Tell me, why do you practice the new knowledge of heaven and earth?”

“I don’t know how many people have practiced the three religions in the world.”

“Those who can fix the world are not just teachers.”

“There is always yearning, but there will never be true meaning.”

At this time, Ye Luoyang’s eyes flashed a flash of love for Wang Yangming, so he spoke again.

The way Ye Luoyang practiced was already boring.

and.Unlike the Three Religions that left a complete inheritance scroll.

It can be used as a reference for future generations.

And there can be such a handed down person.

How can you not be happy?

How can you not want to ask?

“Three bows and nine knocks.”

“One thousand six hundred steps.”

“It’s the great perseverance of the Buddhist family.”

“It’s the penance of Taoism.”

“It is the honor of Confucianism.”

“It’s even more stupid and stubborn.”

“But the meaning of it, only disciples understand.”

“The teacher is telling the apprentice.”

“Build a heart for the world, and a life for the people.”

“Be stupid, be stubborn!”

“Abandon your own selfish interests!”

“One heart and one mind for the people of the world!”

“For the stupidity in ordinary eyes!”

“And can persevere.”

“You must have your own heart.”

“You can’t copy what others say.”

“Stubbornness in ordinary eyes.”

Wang Yangming’s eyes were calm, and he said the way in his mouth.

But it portrays the truth of heaven and earth.

This made Ye Luoyang stand there dumbfounded.

This painstaking effort.

Rather, it is the enlightenment between master and apprentice.

“The rivers and lakes in the world are nothing more than a few, but nothing.”

“Shangyin Academy, Jixia Academy.”

“Yi Hao Ran Bai Jia, Xiao Sheng Xian Zhuang.”

“None of them are the way to go in Luoyang.”

“None should be the way of all people in the world.”

“Holy One.”

“We should set up our hearts for the world, and we should set up our lives for the people!”

“Beiliang is cold and bitter, but there is no fear of wind and cold.”

“Northern Liangye Luoyang established Tianxia Xuegong today.”

“Walking to Beiliang.”

“They can all be disciples of my Tianxia Academy.”

“From now on, there will be no more title of Ye Sheng in the world.”

“Only Master.”

Although Ye Luoyang’s voice was soft, it was still in the realm of the land gods, and the master of the three religions, if he said it in one sentence, it would spread throughout the world.

A scholar who knows something in his heart.

They all put down the scrolls in their hands.

Back your bags and keep your eyes firm.

He looked in the direction of Beiliang.

There is a genius in this world, Beiliang leaves Luoyang.

Wearing the Dharma path today, the world’s heroes gather together.

At this time, Chen Zhibao had just left the rivers and lakes of Beiliang.

The air suddenly seemed to freeze.

A figure.

Stand proudly.

It’s like a long gun.

Blooming with incomparable sharpness.

Rolled to all directions.

“I have heard for a long time that the white-clothed soldier fairy is unparalleled in the world with spears.”

“My heart is even more in love with the past.”

“You have left Beiliang.”

“Xueyue City Sikong Changfeng, waiting for a long time.”

The domineering gun intent gathered all over his body, and with a light tap of his toe, it landed in front of Chen Zhibao’s eyes, and then said calmly.

hum!

The same overbearing gun intent condensed.

Forcibly shaking Sikong Changfeng’s spear intent.

And Chen Zhibao has a horse under his crotch.

Dressed in white.

In his hand is the famous plum wine.

He looked coldly at Sikong Changfeng in front of him.

“City Lord Sikong.”

“Soldiers are unlucky.”

“My gun.”

“Only kill.”

“No sparring.”

Chen Zhibao’s eyes were still slightly cold, as calm as before.

Not because of Sikong Changfeng in front of him, but because of the cultivation base of a land god, he showed a timidity.

“White Horse Silver Gun Plum Wine.”

“Who is the opponent in the world.”

“It’s a bit misleading to meet today.”

Sikong Changfeng stared at Chen Zhibao for a while.

Then he smiled and shook his head, as if a little regretful.

immediately.

Between heaven and earth, wind and clouds escape.

“Blocking the world’s rivers and lakes.”

“If you turn your head and leave now.”

“I won’t be able to leave Xueyue City in this life, so there’s still time.”

“If I shoot.”

“City Lord Sikong may not have the strength to retreat.”

A murderous intent flashed across Chen Zhibao’s eyes.

What about the land gods?

Those who dare to block his way.

Just kill it!

If there is no such fierceness at this time.

then.

Chen Zhibao, who was on the battlefield, had already lost his life.

How come it is famous all over the world.

And the gun is the master of a hundred soldiers.

Anyone who achieves success with the gun.

Regardless of what it looks like?

But deep down.

It must be proud and domineering.

“Hahaha!”

Sikong Changfeng immediately burst out laughing.

“It’s empty to come.”

“It’s empty to go.”

“In this life, I just want to disperse like the wind.”

Clang!

Sikong Changfeng swung his hand across, and the Black Moon Spear was fired immediately!

Two cold stars trembled.

Take Chen Zhibao directly.

The gunfire was sharp.

It was as cold as frost.

Straight into the void.

Ruins Gun!

“Then I will see your means.”

Chen Zhibao instantly showed plum wine.

There is no fear in the eyes.

Plum wine is out.

Indomitable.

Guns fired in all directions.

still winsBack then, the Spear Fairy King embroidered.

Facing the top of the gun, Sikong Changfeng.

Still do not dodge or avoid.

Greeted outrageously.

The guns collided.

It was cold.

Flames splash.

A gun duel.

It actually hit the terrifying shock of the two heavens of ice and fire.

“You are not a land fairy.”

“If the cultivation bases of the three religions are not compatible, it is difficult for you to become a Confucian saint.”

“Today’s battle.”

“You may not be able to win against Sikong Changfeng.”

Sikong Changfeng had used eight percent of his strength at this time, and his eyes were full of admiration for Chen Zhibao, but after all, his cultivation level was slightly inferior to his, so he shook his head slightly.

Between the shaking of the gun intent.

It even shocked Chen Zhibao a few steps back.

“call.”

“Then I will become a land fairy.”

Chen Zhibao took the plum wine out of his hand and stood in front of Sikong Changfeng.

Breathe all over.

The vast world.

But Ye Luoyang, who was standing in the Beiliang Palace, moved his eyes slightly, looked at the wind and clouds in the sky, and said softly: “Chen Zhibao has become a land god.”