Chen Yun didn't have much interest in gold and silver treasures for the items originally harvested in the secret room, he just needed them when needed.

The three jade boxes and the two wooden boxes taken out from the hidden compartments are Chen Yun's favorites.

There is no need to deny that the three elixirs are very important to Chen Yun now, and the contents of the two wooden boxes are a bit exciting.

Opening the wooden box, there was a secret book in the middle. The ink-scented book exuded a faint fragrance. Looking at the secret book that had just been copied, Chen Yun looked calm. After reading it slowly, the alarm clock sounded the Lord God's prompt.

"Would you like to learn the pulse-cutting method? The pulse-cutting method involves tapping acupoints to cut off the pulse, causing the recipient's meridians to be cut off and blocking the flow of true energy."

He chose to study numbly. Chen Yun entered a trance and became one with Mingming, as if he was awake or drunk. Countless figures flashed in his mind, either standing or lying, with feet or fingers, pointing out each person in different ways.

The shadow plane has a road map, and each road map has more or less a few acupuncture points. Chen Yun understands that this is the way to move the energy of the pulse-cutting method. Different methods have different effects.

Every influence in his mind was slowed down countless times. When Chen Yun came back to his senses, nothing seemed to have changed around him. It seemed that he had learned a skill just in the blink of an eye.

Now I can't find anyone to try the pulse cutting method, but it doesn't hinder Chen Yun's interest.

Opening the second wooden box, there are two volumes in the box, one with the volume "Ink" written on it and the other with the volume "Ink" written on it.

After roughly reading the first volume, which was not thin, Chen Yun suppressed his excitement and flipped through the second volume again. Then he smiled and said: "This is my biggest gain. Destined by chance, it is true."

What is the secret of this secret book? God has come to help.

"The "Mo" method is a method written by the sages of the Mohist school among hundreds of schools of thought. Later, it was added with the essence written by the great Confucian scholars. The level of the exercise method: ordinary level three. Effectiveness: varies from person to person."

Although it was just a brief introduction, Chen Yun couldn't help but be excited. Anyone who could be related to people from the pre-Qin period was definitely a high-end product.

After being excited, I thought that this secret book was probably hidden in the text explanations written by Chen Yun, because Chen Yun had practiced Confucian Kung Fu and had an understanding of hundreds of schools of thought, and the Confucian sages later left behind to confuse others with difficult questions.

It was no problem for him, and with the help of the Lord God, Chen Yun finally understood the preciousness of this secret book.

Because you can develop your internal strength by following the unsolved secret book, Chen Yun estimates that it is only at the seventh level, which is probably equivalent to the second-rate martial arts in the world, because it has not been in the eyes of the Confucian and Mohist families for hundreds of years.

So it was only today that Chen Yun cracked it and saw the light of day again.

Concentrating on learning the method of "Ink" from the Lord God, various figures appeared in his mind, either low or high, teaching earnestly, confronting the essence, or talking about the classics. Chen Yun was like a barrel lacking water, pouring water into the barrel.

All sorts of truths.

After hundreds of years, Chen Yun has understood the thoughts of the sages and insisted on their own path in their hearts.

For a long time, Chen Yun closed his eyes to experience what he had realized. When he opened his eyes, his eyes felt as if he had experienced the ups and downs of life, watched the various aspects of life, and made his own way in the world of mortals.

"Confucianism is my way, Mo is my own way, and killing is the way to nourish Mo."

Carrying the stainless steel sword, Chen Yun left on horseback. He realized that the innate barrier was no longer there, but he did not choose to break through here, because when he went out, Wang Tong said to him

Let’s pass it, let’s talk about it after we get home.

Although Wang Tong was just a passing teacher to Chen Yun, the various churches, care and inheritance made him believe that Wang Tong would definitely have a surprise for him.

The clatter of horse hooves sounded very clear in the afternoon sun. When people were hiding from the sun at home, the riders faced the sun and left this ancient city.

Along the way, Chen Yun met three waves of robbers who robbed the road, and was killed by him with a sword. Chen Yun, who had killed someone, had an inexplicable feeling on his body. One could smell it from a distance. No, it should be felt.

The fragrance of ink.

The fleeting scenery brings Chen Yun’s smile.

"Killing nourishes Mo, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism? Hey, anyone who blocks my way can be killed, and anyone who blocks my path to enlightenment will die."

The long hair flying in the wind looks even more like ink and charcoal.

Chen Yun did not rest that night and continued to drive on the road back to Dongping County. Finally, after two days and three nights, Chen Yun returned to Dongping County.

The energetic horse neighed and led Chen Yun into Dongping County.

Chen Yun, who tried to experience the "union of man and horse" along the way, finally understood the mystery. The horse that had been running for a long time became even more impressive under the nourishment of true energy.

Outside Wang Tong's mansion, Chen Yun handed the horse to a servant nearby and walked through the small courtyard to lead Wang Tong to his study.

A "dong dong" knock came in, "It's Yun'er who's back, come in."

Wang Tong's upright voice rang in his ears. Chen Yun could now see clearly the strength of this teacher, but Chen Yun guessed that he was definitely a master.

Pushing the door open and entering, he saw Wang Tong waiting for him on the desk. He folded his hands and bowed to Wang Tong as a disciple, and then stood aside respectfully.

When Wang Tong raised his eyes to look at him, he could see at a glance the traces of inkiness about Chen Yun that ordinary people could not see.

Because there were many robbers and thieves killed on the road, Chen Yun could barely control Mo Xiang, who originally seemed to be insignificant, so as not to reveal any abnormality in front of others.

In Wang Tong's eyes, that silky ink-like aura contains the true meaning of the handwritings of Confucian sages. The ink aura seems to have countless disciples reciting classics, and the vast righteousness is reflected in it.

"This, this is Confucian righteousness, the way of sages." Wang Tong looked at Chen Yun blankly, and said in surprise: "Since the pre-Qin Dynasty, there have been very few Confucian disciples who can understand the way of sages, and after the Han Dynasty, Confucian disciples

I can no longer find my own way, Yun'er, you are the only person in Confucianism who has realized the way of the sage and sage in one's own body."

"Finally someone in our Confucian school can inherit and carry it forward," Wang Tong sighed.

"On the way, the disciples got the books recorded by the Confucian sages and Mohist masters, and then they came to understand and understand the innate nature. Now they are just one step away from getting started." Chen Yun said respectfully.

He took out the "Ink" method from his arms and handed it to Wang Tong. He found that Chen Yun still remembered all the contents in his mind. He only waited to understand it in the future, but this secret book was useless to Chen Yun.

Wang Tong took the two books, but he was not eager to read them. Instead, he said to Chen Yun: "Now that Yun'er has realized the Confucian path, he is only one step away from entering the innate world. I originally planned to wait for you to break through the innate world."

Holy Land of the Sages, accept my Confucian inheritance, now go and bathe and change clothes, fast for a day, and go to the Holy Land of the Sages tomorrow with me."

Hearing what Wang Tong said about the Holy Land of the Sages, Chen Yun's heart lit up and he immediately nodded and said, "Disciple, I obey."

After bowing to Wang Tong, Chen Yun returned to his room, took a bath and changed clothes obediently, and then entered the Hall of Sages behind the lecture hall, silently performed the ritual of fasting, and put three or two volumes of classics aside. Chen Yun calmed down and began to cultivate his moral character.

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Early on the next morning, Wang Tong came to the Xianxian Hall, wearing black and red sacrificial clothes, and led Chen Yun to stand in front of numerous portraits hanging in the middle, and various scriptures, inkstones, rulers, tripods and knives placed neatly on the table.

He eulogized loudly and said: "The sages preached and the scriptures were collected. The Taoists taught themselves, and the descendants have disappeared. Now there are students who pay homage to the sages and go to the saints to continue their studies. After learning this, I pay homage to the predecessors. I hereby inform you, Wang Tongchen Yun."

He led Chen Yun in bowing three times, then turned around and took out the scriptures on the side, calling Chen Yun to come over and recite with him.

The loud and upright voice was conveyed in the Hall of the Sages, but there seemed to be no sound at all outside the hall. It was really strange.

In the end, a strong and majestic energy from Wang Tongzhou's body guided Chen Yun's true energy of practicing Zhengqi Theory and the ink energy of the "Mo" method.

Then the hanging paintings and the various relics of the sages placed there emitted little bits of white light invisible to the naked eye. When the auras of Wang Tong and Chen Yun were merged into one by the white light, they suddenly disappeared.

Chen Yun was shocked when he looked at the huge rocks around him and the smooth roads among them.

This place is definitely underground, but there is no void above the head, no light or air. How come Chen Yun can still breathe here? It is so dark that one cannot see how high the rock formations are. It is really like a black hole.

"This is..." Chen Yun pointed around and said.

Wang Tong shouted: "Taishan collapsed in front but its color remained unchanged, and the elk moved to the left but its eyes did not blink. Have you forgotten these principles?"

After being awakened by the drink, Chen Yun regained his composure, bowed to Wang Tong, and said seriously: "Disciple, I understand."

Wang Tong nodded and said: "This place was found and opened up by the Confucian ancestors from the pre-Qin and post-Qin periods with great luck. It is a sacred place passed down by the Confucian disciples."

"The descendants of other hundreds of schools may be like this, but this place of Confucianism is five hundred feet underground. No one can enter this place without the help of the sages."

"The way we were brought here just now was through the means left by the sages. You will understand when you accept the inheritance left by the sages."

"As long as the Confucian sages are immortal and the Confucian destiny is immortal, it can be passed down from generation to generation." At this point, Wang Tong said again: "I am the head of the Confucian family of this generation. I didn't expect that God would give Yun'er to me. It's really amazing.

Heaven will never end Confucianism.”

Chen Yun nodded. Indeed, Chen Yun did not expect Wang Tong to be the head of the Confucian family, but it was right after thinking about it.

In this era of the Tang Dynasty, when people were not born as good as dogs, and there were many masters everywhere, it is estimated that those who can be passed down by hundreds of schools of thought (not counting the magic sect) are probably those who are above the level of masters.

Moreover, Wang Tong is definitely not over forty years old now. Think about those grand masters, the one who is not over forty or fifty, like Ning Daoqi, who is now in his nineties, and his life span is about to expire.

Without some great opportunity or great luck, it would be impossible for Wang Tong to become a great scholar at such a young age, famous all over the world, and with terrifyingly high martial arts skills.

Hundreds of years of inheritance cannot be underestimated. Even a pig can become a spirit after hundreds of years of precipitation, let alone a human being.
Chapter completed!