Reading in the world.
He had been studying the books of sages.
It was boring to begin with.
It was a gradual process.
Among them, there was no lack of people who trained themselves.
1600 steps.
Three bows and nine kowtows.
The ceremony of respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao is carried out.
To achieve perseverance.
I understand the elegant and humble style.
This was Ye Luoyang's test for Wang Yangming.
This had nothing to do with Wang Yangming's luck.
Even though…
Wang Yangming's Fate was like a green dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
However, if he couldn't obtain Ye Luoyang's approval…
It was also equivalent to not being recognized by the heart.
As for the study of the heart of heaven and earth.
Ye Luoyang was even better than Wang Yangming.
At this moment, a strange phenomenon rose in Beiliang.
Wei Zhuang, who was guarding the door, raised his head slightly.
Xiaomeng, who was pouring tea, put down the tray in her hand.
Nangong Pushe, who was practicing his dual blades in the Imperial Residence, also stopped.
There was also Xu Yanbing's slight astonishment.
However, they all looked at the phenomenon that rose in the sky.
The Righteous White Dragon coiled in the sky.
An azure dragon crawled forward, but its body emitted a flowing light.
It was no weaker than the Righteous White Dragon.
Ye Luoyang's mind was filled with a cursory glance.
The two strands of Fate fused together crazily.
The Righteous White Dragon coiled the Azure Dragon beneath it.
It was as if he was protecting this young Azure Dragon.
It even let out a soul-shaking roar.
The pressure from the heavens and the earth also increased.
It was so heavy that they could not even breathe.
"Wang Yangming, a scholar of the Great Ming Dynasty."
"Walk ten thousand miles."
"I only wish to become a disciple of the Confucian Saint."
At this moment, the sun in the sky slowly set.
Wang Yangming's forehead was bleeding.
His legs were almost exhausted.
Blood also seeped out of his knees.
However, Wang Yangming still walked to Ye Luoyang with determination and bowed respectfully,""Disciple Wang Yangming greets teacher.”
"From now on, you are a disciple of Luoyang.”
He was dressed in white.
Like a banished immortal.
The feather fan swayed gently.
Ye Luoyang opened his eyes slightly and revealed a look of satisfaction.
Suddenly, an invisible force fell on Wang Yangming.
He slowly lifted Wang Yangming up.
"I have three questions."
"There's clearly a bright road ahead, why not continue?”
"Why do you want to acknowledge Luoyang as your master?"
"And three bows and nine kowtows, do you know how hard I've worked?”
Ye Luoyang looked at Wang Yangming.
He didn't want to ask.
However, Ye Luoyang still spoke softly in the end.
After all.
The future Saint of Mind, Wang Yangming.
It was definitely not weaker than the cultivation of the three religions.
It even combined the cultivation of the three religions.
What did Wang Yangming realize?
And why did he want to acknowledge Ye Luoyang as his master?
Did he understand Ye Luoyang's painstaking efforts?
"Teacher's Dao is the Dao of Yangming.”
"The world of martial arts is crisscrossed from south to north.”
"Only Beiliang can cause Yang Ming to learn.”
"The knowledge of the three religions."
"Yangming goes to Hangu, not always.”
"Yangming goes to Luochuan and does not have the essence.”
"Only in the Northern Liang, the heart of Yangming contains heaven and earth.”
"You can find the meaning of the three religions."
From the beginning to the end, Wang Yangming wasn't dull. The path he pursued in his heart was Ye Luoyang's path. He understood the painstaking effort involved in the three kowtows and nine kowtows.
It was Wang Yangming's lifelong wish.
Ye Luoyang's expression was also slightly shaken.
From the moment Wang Yangming knelt down.
Ye Luoyang's state of mind was like a deep pond.
A ripple of irritation gradually rose.
It was because in Ye Luoyang's heart.
A new scholar of the three religions.
He was the epitome of heaven and earth.
He should be indomitable.
Let alone the person in front of me.
However, he was a saint.
Writing can bring peace.
Wu can stabilize the country.
He was the last person with an unfathomable state of mind, the founder of the Yangming School of Mind, who had integrated the thoughts of the three religions.
As for Hangu and Luochuan mentioned by Wang Yangming.
They were Jixia Academy and Shangyin Academy.
"Tell me, why do you cultivate the New Learning of Heaven and Earth?”
"I don't know how many cultivators there are in the three religions.”
"I'm not the only one who can stabilize the world.”
"If there is always yearning, there will never be true meaning.”
Ye Luoyang's eyes flashed with fondness for Wang Yangming as he spoke again.
The path that Ye Luoyang cultivated was already boring and unbearable.
Moreover…
Unlike the three religions who had left behind complete inheritance scrolls.
It can be used as a reference for future generations.
But there are such people who can be handed down from generation to generation.
How could he not be happy?
How could he not want to ask?
"Three bows and nine kowtows."
"1600 steps."
"It's the great perseverance of Buddhism."
"It's the bitter cultivation of Daoism."
"It is the honor of the scholarly faction."
"I am stupid and stubborn."
"However, only I understand the meaning behind this.”
"Teacher is telling your disciple."
"For the heavens and earth, for the lives of the people.”
"Stupid, stubborn!"
"Abandon your own selfish interests!"
"One heart and one mind for the people of the world!"
"Foolish in the eyes of ordinary people!"
"And persevere."
"You have to have your own heart."
"You can't just follow what others say."
"The stubbornness in the eyes of ordinary people."
Wang Yangming's eyes were calm as he spoke.
But it depicted the truth of heaven and earth.
This made Ye Luoyang stand rooted to the ground in a daze.
This painstaking effort.
Rather, it was a Dao enlightenment between master and disciple.
"The martial world is just a few ordinary people.”
"Shangyin Academy, Jixia Academy."
"It's also a grand hundred schools, a small sage manor.”
"None of these are the paths of Luoyang."
"None of them should be the path of the people in the world.”
"Saint."
"We should establish our hearts for the heavens and the earth, and we should establish our lives for the people!”
"The Northern Liang is cold and bitter, but I am not afraid of the cold.”
"Ye Luoyang of the Northern Liang established the World Academy today.”
"Those who walked to Beiliang."
"All of you can become disciples of Tianxia Academy.”
"From now on, there will be no more Saint Ye in the world.”
"Only the Headmaster."
Although Ye Luoyang's voice was soft, he was still a land immortal after all. He was a master of the three religions, and his words spread throughout the world.
A scholar who seemed to have understood something.
They all put down the books in their hands.
He carried his luggage and had a determined gaze.
He looked in the direction of Beiliang.
At that time, there was a genius in Luoyang, the capital of Northern Liang.
Today, the heroes of the world gathered.
At this time, Chen Zhibao had just left the Northern Liang Jianghu.
The air seemed to freeze.
A figure.
He stood proudly.
It was like a spear.
It was extremely sharp.
It crushed in all directions.
"I've long heard that the White-Robed Immortal Soldier has unparalleled spear techniques.”
"In my heart, I've become friends with you."
"You have left the Northern Liang."
"Snow Moon City's Sikong Changfeng has been waiting for a long time.”
The overbearing spear intent gathered around his body. With a light tap of his toes, he landed in front of Chen Zhibao and spoke calmly.
Weng!
The same overbearing spear intent condensed.
It forcefully shook away Sikong Changfeng's spear intent.
Chen Zhibao was riding a horse.
He was dressed in white.
He was holding the world-famous plum wine in his hand.
He looked coldly at Sikong Changfeng.
"City Lord Sikong."
"War brings misfortune."
"My spear."
"Only kill."
"No sparring."
Chen Zhibao's eyes were still cold and calm.
He didn't show any fear just because Sikong Changfeng was a land god.
"White Horse Silver Spear Plum Wine."
"Who can match Peerless Heaven?"
"Meeting today is a little unworthy of its name.”
Sikong Changfeng stared at Chen Zhibao for a while.
Then, he smiled and shook his head, as if he felt a little regretful.
Instantly.
Between heaven and earth, the wind swept away the clouds.
"Blocking the path of the world."
"If you turn around and leave now…"
"It's not too late to stay in Snow Moon City for the rest of your life.”
"If my spear moves…"
"City Lord Sikong might not have the strength to retreat unscathed.”
Chen Zhibao's eyes flashed with killing intent.
So what if he was a land immortal?
Who dares to stand in his way?
Just kill him!
If it wasn't for the ruthlessness at this moment.
Back then.
Chen Zhibao, who dominated the battlefield, had long lost his life.
How could he be famous in the world?
And the spear is the overlord of all weapons.
As long as the spear reached great success.
No matter what it looked like on the surface?
But deep in his heart.
He must be proud and domineering.
"Hahaha!"
Sikong Changfeng immediately burst into laughter.
"It's empty."
"It'll be empty even if I go."
"In this life, I only wish to dissipate like the wind."
Clang!
Sikong Changfeng waved his hand horizontally, and the Dark Moon Spear shot out!
Two cold stars trembled.
he went straight for Chen Zhibao.
The spear light was piercingly cold.
It was as cold as frost.
Straight into the void.
Ruins Pursuit Spear!
"Then let's see your methods.”
Chen Zhibao instantly took out the plum wine.
There was no fear in his eyes.
Plum wine is served.
He pressed forward.
Spear energy shot in all directions.
He was even better than Spear Immortal King Xiu.
He was facing Sikong Changfeng, who was at the peak of the spear path.
He still did not dodge.
He brazenly welcomed it.
The spear energy collided.
Cold light shot in all directions.
Sparks flew everywhere.
It was a duel of spear techniques.
It actually produced a terrifying shock of ice and fire.
"You are not a land god."
"If the cultivation bases of the three religions are incompatible, it will be difficult for you to become a Confucian Saint.”
"Today's battle."
"You might not be able to defeat Sikong Changfeng."
Sikong Changfeng had already used 80% of his strength, and his eyes were filled with admiration for Chen Zhibao. However, his cultivation was still slightly inferior to Chen Zhibao's, so he shook his head lightly.
As the Spear Intent trembled.
It even forced Chen Zhibao back a few steps.
"Phew."
"Then I'll become a Land Deity."
The plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand dispelled the spear energy and he stood in front of Sikong Changfeng.
His aura.
In the vast world.
Ye Luoyang, who was standing in the Imperial Residence of Beiliang, moved his eyes slightly. He looked at the surging winds and clouds between heaven and earth and said softly,""Chen Zhibao has become a Land Deity."
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