"Senior Brother Fu Nian cultivated the inner sage and the outer king. There is a saying in Taoist Zhuang Zhou's "The World" that the way of the inner sage and the outer king is dark but not clear, depressed but not developed. People in the world each have their own way and follow their own rules.
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"Therefore, benevolence comes from oneself, one should cultivate oneself in order to respect oneself, one should cultivate oneself in order to pacify others, and cultivate oneself in order to pacify all parties. For Confucianism, the first priority is to cultivate oneself, and the internal sage is perfect. Then, after that, the world can be pacified, and the external kings and states can be at peace."
Zhang Liang pointed a finger, and there was one more white stone on the chessboard. He moved very quickly, but... nothing happened in his words. In this game... the white stone still had hope of survival.
Even the hope of victory, after all, everything has not yet fully unfolded.
"Those who cultivate themselves should cultivate the eight meridians?"
Yan Lu's expression remained calm as before, with most of his mind focused on the chessboard.
How come I didn't listen to what Yu Zifang said, but...in any case, even if I know everything, what effect can it have?
Do you want to stop what Senior Brother Fu Nian is doing?
Or do you want to help the other seven meridians fight against the head brother?
In this case, what is the use of talking about this? Junior Brother Zifang just thinks too much. At the moment, what Zifang needs to do is to enrich himself and wash away all his glory.
If there is an opportunity in the future, I should go directly.
They are all outsiders from the Little Sage Village. They have entered the Eight Meridians not long ago. If they don't get into the core of the Eight Meridians, the disputes among the Eight Meridians will not fall on them. As expected, sitting and forgetting to be quiet is the best.
"This... may also be the path that Confucianism must take."
Three hundred years ago, Taoism split into two sects, Heaven and Man, due to disagreements among its disciples. Confucianism now has eight branches. Fortunately, nearly a hundred years ago, Meng Kezi emerged and powerfully controlled Confucianism.
Ling's Confucianism has been stable for these years, and its influence has expanded to Qilu.
Next, there will be great changes in the Xia Dynasty. Different choices of the eight Confucian schools will lead to quite different results. The legalists in Qin have been together for a long time. If a Confucian disciple makes a mistake, the entire Confucian school may be implicated.
After conquering Yan and Wei, Qin's army will reach the border of Qi. Confucianism has to consider what the disciples of the Eight Meridians are doing. Even if this is the case, Senior Brother Fu Nian must have a plan now.
Disperse the eight meridians and gather them into one.
I haven't thought of a good way to deal with this now. I wonder what Senior Brother Fu Nian is going to do?
"Hahaha, junior brother, your path is not in Confucianism?"
Yan Lu was about to place a chess piece when he heard Zifang's words and smiled softly. Zifang's heart had never really fallen in Little Sage Village. After all, this was just Zifang's temporary residence.
"Oh, what about senior brother?"
Zhang Liang didn't object. He looked at the position of his senior brother's chess pieces, thought a little, and pointed a little.
"My road..., haha, before I entered Confucianism, my name was... Road, and the road has always been at my feet."
Yan Lu raised his head and glanced at the ovary again.
My own way?
Maybe I don’t know it myself.
When he was young, he followed Lord Pingyuan to receive instruction, but... Qin's net was too strong, so he had no choice but to enter the Xingcheng Library. Later, Can Jian and his two men stabbed Qin, and the Xingcheng Library was massacred.
My own path has been wavering, and I don't know where it will be in the future, but... now I can be sure that my path now lies in Confucianism.
I am not interested in matters related to the Eight Meridians.
The practice of sitting and forgetting is also to stay away from many complications. Sure enough, one day, if trouble comes, it is not too late to discuss it.
"Senior brother..., I am going to win this round."
Suddenly, after an unknown period of time, Zhang Liang dropped a white piece on his finger, with a slight smile on his face, looking at the senior brother in front of him, this game... there was a chance of survival.
Although it is difficult.
"Yes, junior brother, you are going to win."
"The game played today is Bai Zi's final battle with the trapped beast and his final defeat."
"I... am not as good as a junior brother."
Yan Lu nodded. The ancient book on the wooden table was intertwined with black and white. The last one to survive was Heizi. His chess skills were still far behind those of his junior brother.
If there were people with the same level of chess skills as my junior brother, maybe the outcome would be different.
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"This is Buhan Mountain!"
Riding on the wind, traveling in the void between heaven and earth.
Deep in the void, a purple mysterious light flashed, Hunyuan Tai Chi manifested, a cyan figure walked in the void, looking down, looking from a distance, a majestic mountain range rose and fell deep in the eyes.
The mountain range is majestic, with many peaks and mountains, green forests inside it, clouds and mist lingering in it, endless solitary peaks, and continuous mountains. It covers hundreds or thousands of miles. In terms of shape, it is not inferior to the Taihang Mountains at all.
In the course of time, Mount Xian has become Changbai Mountain.
There are mountains crisscrossing it and rivers running through it. It is even more grand in early summer. Even so, my eyes are glowing with purple light. Looking as far as the eye can see, there are still peaks and mountains where the snow-capped mountains have not melted away.
The snow-capped mountains are crisscrossed one after another, hundreds of feet high, and peaks of thousands of feet can be seen from time to time. Zhou Qing stopped in the void and stared for a long time. It is really the creation of heaven and earth.
Looking down, there are also many barbarians outside the Great Wall living here. Their elegance is not obvious, their customs are barbaric, their slash-and-burn cultivation is nothing more than this, and they can only vaguely see that they drink blood like hair.
Zhou Qing did not take Yun Shu and Nong Yu with him when he left Jiangling, the fourth county. Taking them would cause unnecessary trouble. Besides, the purpose of coming here is very simple.
Take away the thousand-year-old snow lotus, and as for the three-legged ice toad, if you can find it, you will naturally take it away. They are all treasures of heaven and earth, and they have been extremely rare since ancient times.
He ran all the way without stopping. With his current level of cultivation, it was not difficult to travel to Mu Cangwu, Beihai, but it would consume too much.
Passing by the Yan Kingdom, I naturally saw a large number of rangers from hundreds of families appearing, all walking towards here, and even... at this moment, they were already on Mount Buhan.
It came quite quickly!
Do you have the ability to go to the snow-capped mountains?
Zhou Qing shook his head. Most of their cultivations were at the innate level, and few of them were at the god-transformation level. As for the profound level, they didn't seem to feel it.
As for climbing a snow-capped mountain, it only takes a few hundred feet. Innate warriors wearing thick furs can do it, and transformed god warriors can do it without fear of cold or heat.
If you want to climb a snow-capped mountain above a thousand feet, you can do it easily without a Xuan Guan warrior. Even if a divine warrior can climb it, it won't last long, and his strength can only be at the fifth level.
The location of Mount Buxian is the most extreme point in Liaodong of the Yan Kingdom... hundreds of miles away.
Compared with the flat and open land of Liaodong County, the area where Buxian Mountain is located is filled with hills and mountains, which is not suitable for the cultivation of common people at all. During the reign of King Yan Zhao, the general Qin Kai could only reach the Xishui River.
Who is the river for?
The long river of time is the Yalu River!
To the north is Buxian Mountain.
"The Millennium Snow Lotus seems to have not finished growing yet. Let's see where it is?"
As he stepped forward, his figure was hidden in the depths of the void, and external forces could not be seen clearly. Zhou Qing walked quickly towards Bulhan Mountain, his spiritual sense almost spreading, and his eyes activated his magical powers.
Wherever you look, everything is empty.
There are quite a lot of treasures on Bulxian Mountain. At least on the slightly higher peaks, there are a lot of sacred herbs. I have even seen many of them over hundreds of years.
Zhou Qing was slightly interested, just a little bit interested. Compared to the Millennium Snow Lotus, unless he could find the Millennium Sacred Grass here, he could condense the Fire Ganoderma at any time with the power of counting.
According to the records in the long river of time, the entire Buxian Mountain is more than two thousand miles long and nearly a thousand miles wide. After searching for such a large Buxian Mountain for half a stick of incense, Zhou Qing stopped again, frowning slightly.
No clue at all.
Moreover, the peaks he was looking for were all very high, and there were indeed some good things on them, such as sacred herbs that had been around for hundreds of years, and some rare medicinal materials that grew in the most cloudy and cold places.
But those medicinal materials are far from the original power.
"Does Bai Jia know the exact location?"
It is recorded in the classics of the Yin Yang family that thousand-year-old snow lotus grows in the most yin and cold places, and the most likely location is the snow mountain. Most of the thousand-year snow lotus that appeared in ancient times was in Kunlun, where the Qiang people live.
Now this is Buxian Mountain, and there is no reference for anything.
Feeling this, my spiritual sense penetrated into the land of Buxian Mountain below me. Not to mention... there was a familiar pronunciation of Baijia Zhuxia, which was very different from the accents of Fuyu, Donghu and other ethnic groups outside the Great Wall.
Purple light flickered under his feet and disappeared into the depths of the void.
“This is a great place to rest.”
In the mountains and ravines, in the corner of the canyon, a corner was opened, flames were raised, plump fish were taken out from the river, threaded on the branches, and put on top, five people gathered together, talking and laughing.
This place is connected to the earth, and there is no grand scene of snowy mountains. Even so, it is still very cold. It can be seen from the clothes of the five people. At that time, Zhou Qing appeared in a green shirt, with his hair tied up in a crown, and long boots.
In front of five people.
Facing the strange looks from the five people who suddenly looked over, he smiled slightly and bowed his hands.