Although the way of gods is the return of most Confucian scholars in the world, it is ultimately a small way. It is not as good as establishing virtue and making words. It is a manifestation of all ages. It can be immortal and trace the traces of all scholars.

With the current qualifications of Li Ding and his own disciples, he is also aware of his current qualifications.

The future is at most a god in one place, which is not worth mentioning. In comparison, this Xuandu Zhenren really surprised him.

He was in the imperial court of the Great Song Dynasty and was in charge of the center. He had seen countless practitioners, but even in Shushan, he might not have the profound realm and extremely powerful mental power of Ye Ning.

The addition of the two has been done, and Ye Ning could have reversed the truth and falsehood and transformed the reality and reality before. This is not only a achievement of the soul, but also a complete three disasters, and it can be easily done!

In some ways, this Supreme Taoist Lord is more terrifying than some evil leaders. Because he can influence others through his words and deeds, make people respect him and even worship him, and obey his words.

Or hypnotize many people at the same time, causing an undetectable terrifying impact on the world.

As the saying goes, the accumulation of soil forms a mountain. Once these influences are superimposed, it will inevitably cause a major earthquake today...

However, Ye Ning is definitely not the one who does this. Wang Anshi clearly felt that the other party's temperament was elegant, calm, and naturally. This was obviously a person with good temperament rather than an evil person.

With this understanding, Wang Anshi immediately smiled at Ye Ning and said, "It's enough to come here today. Why not rest in my mansion for a while and see me, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty tomorrow?"

"No need to do this. We are idle in the clouds and wild cranes. The sky is the quilt and the earth is the bed. Where can we not rest?"

Ye Ning said lightly, just as Wang Anshi saw through some of Ye Ning's nature, and he also saw through this powerful Wang Xianggong.

Under Ye Ning's guidance, Taoist Shoujing made a quick move. His mood was considered excellent, but he was still not considered a true cultivator.

A true practitioner should be like the scholars of the Middle Ages - not believing in heaven or life!

True monks can truly understand what they have mastered, and do not deliberately guess what they have not mastered, and believe it as the truth.

Just as someone asked the Master 'dare to ask about death'. The Master said: "If you don't know life, how can you know death?"

This is the attitude that practitioners should have. Don’t over-respecte the laws and regulations of ancestors and the rules and regulations left by monks in the past. This is both a helping and an obstacle.

With the experience left by countless ancestors in the past, it is certainly easier for the younger generation to achieve certain achievements, but if you want to be better than others, you still have to break the inherent concepts of the past.

Go out of your own path and make the impossible in your original thought possible!

This will be extremely difficult for a person with an inherent worldview to smash his own ideas.

Because I even believed the lies by telling them a thousand times, even the extremely powerful practitioners would not think of these things.

Ye Ning saw this, and Wang Anshi was proficient in qi, and this study was closely related to Taoism.

Therefore, he asked Wang Anshi to let Taoist Shoujing study under his command for a period of time, and use the Confucian way of studying things to achieve knowledge and try his best to break his own obstacles to knowledge.

After all, this Taoist Shoujing is a great disciple of his sect. Ye Ning naturally cannot let his cultivation be too secondary. Otherwise, his master would be bleak...

...

The sun is dark and the dusk is vast.

The red clouds were like trousers, passing through the dim sky, drawing a bloody mouth into the sky, dyeing the wings of the sky red, staring at the chaotic Yuzhou City quietly.

When Ye Ning and Wang Anshi were discussing Taoism in Taixu Pavilion, Jing Tian, ​​who returned to Yuzhou, spent more than a day and finally collected the information he needed through various relationships.

Just when the night was dark, he not only had already arrived at the Sanyuan Casino where Pili Hall was located, but even found a secret door that went directly to the underground under a gambling table.

After the secret door, a candlelight was like a bean. Two disciples from the Pili Temple stood behind a wooden table, waiting here for the passage, while whispering to dispel their boredom and boredom.

At this moment, the secret door suddenly opened. When the two saw a man in black coming with a sword, they were stunned at first, but then they couldn't help but shouted coldly, "What a courage! Little thief, how dare you enter my forbidden area of ​​Pili Hall and seek death!"

One spoke, bent his fingers and scolded him, but the other person raised the table first, and he went backwards, and then took back his arms against the wall.

When Jing Tian saw the lifted table, he saw the two people staring at them again. Without thinking, he immediately unsheathed his sword with his sword. The sword light flashed, and the table immediately split into two.

At the same time, Jing Tian took a sudden step forward, shook his sword and stabbed it out again.

This series of movements was completed in one go, like flowing clouds and water, without any hindrance. Even if you have been practicing sword for many years, you have to shout aloud when you see the martial arts.

Although Jing Tian was barely considered a rich young man, and Jing Yi never taught him swordsmanship, he was really talented, especially when he was practicing swordsmanship, he could not forget it at all, and he could understand it at all.

He had just watched people practice it a few times, and he went home to review it several times, and he was so powerful that he could even say that he had already entered the house.

At this time, a sword light was lit out, and with just a swish, it condensed into a thread. The scolding man was instantly stiff and speechless, and Jing Tian stepped over him and killed the person holding the knife behind him.

"kill!"

The man holding the knife had a blue veins on his forehead. He first grabbed a porcelain bottle containing water and threw it out regardless of the enemy. Then he arched slightly, held the handle of the knife in his hand, and was ready to wait.

"When~"

The sword energy on Jingtian's sword shook, and the sword body bent slightly. At this time, it did not split the porcelain bottle, but instead "bounced" it away with a blow, letting it hit the wall, amid the sound of shattering sounds,

Fragments and splashing water all over the place!

"Boy, you're still young! Come to die!"

Seeing a flaw caused by the plucking of the porcelain bottle on Jingtian's body, the knife hand suddenly sneered, and the muscles on his arm bulged, accompanied by the rustling sword wind.

He cut off Huashan with one force and instantly slashed out, swearing to divide Jingtian into two!

Jing Tian’s cultivation is also considered first-class in Yuzhou City. How could these little pawns be able to compete with?

At this moment, without thinking, he directly pulled a sword flower. The pure internal force on the sword was in the battle between the big swords, and he instantly cut off the big sword, and at the same time made his sword hand fly out.

Swish~

Another cold light burst out, and the back was first and instantly penetrated under the jaw of the knife.

Immediately afterwards, when he heard the sound of the long sword returning to the sheath, Jing Tian stepped through the dark and deep path behind the dark door and continued to walk deeper.

At this moment, behind him, the first disciple of Pili Temple had just fallen to the sky, and the dark redness coming from his heart completely took away his life.

Then the knife hand that flew backwards fell weakly on the pile of broken porcelain pieces after hitting the wall, the poison he had put when he threw the bottle...

At this time, everything appeared on his gradually green body, but this toxin was not the cause of his death. What really took his life was the sword that pierced his throat!

...

I don’t know when this secret passage was built. It was really long. While Jing Tian suppressed his own breath and dissipated his murderous intent, he carefully walked in it for a few miles.

Just now, I suddenly realized and stepped into a spacious underground corridor.

The walls of this corridor are made of red bricks, and there is an oil lamp on the wall every three or four long distances. The dim light flashes in it, driving away the darkness.

Although Jingtian has never really traveled to the world, he is a pity and righteous person by nature...

However, I have also done many things to punish evil and eliminate evil in Yuzhou City, but I have some experience.

At this time, he walked carefully along the underground corridor. Except for the two people in the secret door, he had never seen a single person or encountered a mechanism again.

The corridor was very deep, but it was built very urgently and roughly at that time. The ground was covered with deep and shallow puddles, emitting an extremely unpleasant smell.

From time to time, fat mice even jumped out of the corners, screaming and then disappeared, making the corridor even more gloomy and weird.

Along the way, it is not only difficult to tell the direction, but also the tunnel is full of twists and turns. Sometimes it has to pass through several intersections, which are tortuous and complex, just like a specially built maze!

Gently shaking his nose, sniffing the unknown stench from the outside to the inside, hidden under the decayed and rotten air, and then poking out his hand to sense the way the air flows ahead...

By judging the direction, Jing Tian took more than 300 breaths in his heart and finally reached the end of this underground corridor.

When the road reaches the end, there is only a sword!

Jing Tian took a deep breath, amplified his five senses to the limit, and at the same time adjusted his mood of a little bored due to this long and dark underground corridor.

Immediately, when he walked through a path again, several prison cells gradually appeared on both sides, with red blood stains in the rooms, and several were tied to people, but they didn't know how to live or die.

At this time, Jing Tian was wearing a black hood and a black scarf. He was holding a short sword in his right hand, but his left hand reached into his arms and suddenly held the jade Ruyi.

This thing was forced to him by the elder before he was preparing to come to this Sanyuan Casino to eliminate harm to the people. The elder said yesterday that this treasure was rumored to be from the hands of an immortal...

Sedum didn't believe it.

But when he held the jade Ruyi tightly, this treasure actually gave him a feeling that the world is so great that it is irrelevant. At the same time, with this treasure in his hand, he felt at ease from the depths of his soul...

In a trance, he didn't realize that he would carry this treasure and come here together!

After walking a short distance, in the dark secret passage where only footsteps echoed, a few low conversations suddenly came, and even a very arrogant laughter was mixed.

Concentrating on his mind and looking solemn, Jing Tian approached there carefully and peeped with light. Only then did he realize that at the end of the road was a very large cell.

There were many burning torches inserted on the walls in the cell, which were as bright as daylight, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.

Several middle and high-level officials of Pili Hall surrounded a middle-aged man with a black face, and seemed to be whispering something.

In front of everyone, there were a few corpses that were completely invisible. Their remaining body was swollen, their faces were covered with ferocious blood bubbles, and even some strange alienation on their bodies!

Even though he had never approached, he practiced the mysterious method of family traditions and had the sharpness of the five senses far exceeding others. Jingtian, who just sniffed his nose and quickly discovered the dark stinking that had previously spread in the surging Taoist path.

It comes from these corpses!
Chapter completed!