The first thousand one hundred and twenty-five chapters
"I definitely have the qualifications!"
Ji Yanran gave her overwhelming affirmation.
Over the past decades, I have carefully studied Xun Kuang's principles. They are completely different from Mencius, but they do not deviate from the Confucian way. It is the way of transforming one's own body.
The laws of heaven are constant, and they will not survive because of Yao, nor will they perish because of Jie. However, Xun Kuang's principle is to set rules for heaven's laws under the condition that heaven's laws are constant, and follow the general rules when speaking, and obey the way of one's own body.
With a touch of strength, with a touch of awe-inspiring competition, with a touch of Confucian principles and common principles for joining the world.
"The vastness is tangible, the four seasons fall, black and white are orderly, and the way of heaven is constant."
Xun Kuang's whole body is shrouded in holy rays of light, and his awe-inspiring righteousness protects his body. His spirit merges with heaven and earth, communicating the vitality of heaven and earth. The great sun and lunar calendar are still in constant motion in front of him.
Feeling the strong attack of the wild old man from the farm and the powerful attack from the Mohist road, his face still had a trace of indifference and he spoke clearly. The next moment, the sun and the yin reversed, and forcibly wiped out the Shennong Tianhoe who had counterattacked the farmer.
Shennong's hoe adheres to the biochemistry of the four seasons, and indeed the sun and moon are disordered. So, what can the hoe do?
Yin and Yang are reversed, and black and white are impermanent. If this is indeed the case, what benefits can the Mohist school of black and white have?
Holding "Spring and Autumn" in both hands, the volume was suspended in front of him, and he punched it out with one palm, and the heaven and earth were transformed, and the words came out, and within a radius of a hundred feet, the universe was filled with greatness.
In one word, the biochemistry of the four seasons can be reversed.
In a word, the universe is confused and black and white.
In one word, to break through the powerful attacks of the peasants and wild old men and the principles practiced by the Mohists, all these things are all in one's own body, and all are in one's own body and the way of heaven is constant.
"Xun Kuang, in just a few years, has made such an advance. He is worthy of being a master of hundreds of schools, and he is worthy of serving as the chief wine minister of Jixia Academy three times over the past few decades."
With one person's power, he could easily resist the peasant family, and the attack of the two Xuanguan warriors from the Mohist family was even able to vaguely suppress the two of them. The scene spread around, and everyone was shocked.
Gui Guzi exclaimed, his eyes flashing brightly. With his current state, he could naturally perceive the origin of Xun Kuang's principles. It was really vast and profound.
In the past, I had discussed Taoism with him, and he was proficient in all the schools of thought. It stands to reason that he should have broken through the shackles of the mysterious entrance long ago, climbed up to realize the emptiness and returned, but... he never broke through.
Therefore, there are rumors from hundreds of schools that Xun Kuang's teachings are extensive and profound, but they are too complicated. Although there is some truth, Gui Guzi feels that it is not the real truth.
Perhaps for Xun Kuang, it is debatable what kind of path to choose to break through the entrance. Rather than breaking into a truth that is not in line with his body and mind, it is better to stay at the top of the Transformation of Gods.
Sure enough, after breaking into the entrance, the accumulation of decades of experience is comparable to that of an extraordinary person. The progress is definitely a thousand miles, and the battle in front of you is proof.
"If you think about it from the heaven, who can control it with animals?"
"Praise it from heaven, who can use it to control the destiny of heaven!"
"Waiting for the right time is better than waiting for the right time!"
"There are many things because of them. How can you transform them into something?"
"Thinking about things and taking them into consideration, which is better than thinking about things and not losing them!"
"This is Xun Kuang's principle, which is like Taoism but not Taoism, like Confucianism but not Confucianism, like Yin and Yang but not Yin and Yang..., but he cultivates such a majestic righteousness, speaks about the changes of heaven and earth, transforms into one universe, and controls one heaven and earth."
"Yin and Yang are two instruments, and the beauty of Tai Chi is immeasurable."
The old man Lie Yan was filled with admiration. After decades of hard training, he still had this kind of vision. Although Xun Kuang didn't make many moves, the spread of the spirit of truth was really broad and profound.
Is it the Taoist concept of Yin and Yang?
Is it the Yin Yang Family’s Starry Thousand Techniques?
Is it the black and white rebellion of the Mohist family?
Is it the four seasons of the farmer's family?
…
One person can master these and smelt them into one body, and one can see its foundation.
"That's it, then it's hard to say about the Millennium Snow Lotus."
"Is that the explanation my old friend just said?"
Immediately, remembering the previous focus, the old man Lieyan smiled lightly.
"Let's see."
Guiguzi responded with a smile.
"The way of heaven is ruthless and impermanent, but Master Xun can change the universe with his own power, make the void obey his own will, and set different rules for all things."
"Although all kinds of things are not in line with the endless laws of Yin and Yang, they are also one of the transformations of Yin and Yang in the way of heaven. They are the same as the Tai Chi way practiced by Xuan Qingzi of Tianzong."
Gai Nie held Yuan Hong and looked into the distance. With his current vision, he could only see a little bit. Even though it was only a little bit, it was enough for his own use.
Looking back at myself, what I have learned is also mixed. There is the way of Guigu, there is Taoism, and there is Yin and Yang. Since I came down from the mountain, I have also experienced hundreds of schools of thought.
The way of Xuan Guan is to refine what you have learned and find your own path. It is incredible to see that Master Xun's path is similar to his own, but a hundred times stronger than his own.
However... looking at Master Xun who was trapped at the peak of Huashen for almost half a hundred years, it is understandable that decades of hard work have led to rapid progress today.
"Xun Kuang, you...you have cultivated to such a level!"
The vastness was clean and the mysterious light was isolated. Shennong's hoe trembled for no reason. Farmer Ye Lao was mentally unstable and used his mysterious skills to suppress it again. However, the pressure coming from Xun Kuang was getting bigger and bigger.
Feeling carefully, the expression is frightened.
The way of heaven is impermanent, but Xun Kuang can set rules for the world he controls, and these rules can completely apply to them.
It is really unacceptable for their powerful attack to be ineffective.
Shen Fusion Heaven and Earth also wanted to forcibly control the void contained by Xun Kuang, but... it was so powerful that his own spiritual sense actually lost control of the thirty-foot radius area.
If he were like this, it would probably be even more difficult for a giant of the Mohist family who was weaker than himself. Looking out of the corner of his eye, it turned out that his sword light was chaotic, and the mysterious light radiating from his eyebrows was quite a bit like the reverse flow of yin and yang.
As for the farmers below, the confrontation between the Mohist disciples and the Confucianists was not seen. Even if there were casualties, it would not determine the final outcome.
"As worthy of Master Xun."
Wrapped in black clothes, Lu Zhenlang tried his best to stabilize his figure. At the moment before his eyes, the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth was vaguely out of control, and it was vaguely impossible to forcefully stay in the air.
"Two of you, actually... we have no need to fight."
"The Confucians will definitely give an explanation to the farmers and Mohists about that thousand-year-old snow lotus."
His expression remained the same as before, and a faint smile spread across his face. He held the book of "Spring and Autumn" in one hand, looked at the two people in front of him, and said the topic that he had not finished before.
"Explain?"
"Xun Kuang, do you think that even if we lose to you today, we will let the Confucians manipulate us?"
Ye Lao responded coldly.
This is when they are little kids.
"How are you doing?"
Xun Kuang smiled again and threw the topic to Ye Lao and Lu Zhenlang.
Since they don’t agree with the conditions you proposed, then you can still raise them, right?
Sure enough, I think it's okay, but I may not be able to think about it and agree with it.
"Since Confucianism can't help the Wei State from top to bottom."
"So, where does this person inherit Confucianism?"
Ye Lao restrained his mysterious light around him, thinking that he could keep Xun Kuang and the others here together and force them to agree to the decision of One Hundred Families as One. Who would have thought that Xun Kuang would cultivate to such a state without saying a word.
After decades of hard training, I can't defeat the enemy in just a few years.
Confucians are really good at hiding!
"What do you mean by Ye Lao?"
When Xun Kuang heard this, he restrained his mysterious figure and returned to ordinary. He looked at him with a different kind of smile.
"You should know what I mean."
"What does the Mohist giant think?"
Ye Lao still said coldly.
Whoever takes the Millennium Snow Lotus must pay the price.
"The eight branches of Confucianism each go their own way, and the power of one branch should end the thousand-year-old snow lotus."
"There is another lineage that connects the legacy of the sages of a hundred schools of thought."
Lu Zhenlang pondered for a few breaths, and then the words came out.
"Haha, this matter... what do you think?"
Xun Kuang did not respond directly. He took a step forward and returned to the top of the snow-capped mountains. He looked behind him at the Confucian scholars and younger disciples who had separated from the battlefield.
"This..., Senior Brother Xun, why don't we wait until we return to Little Saint Xian Manor to discuss it?"
A man with a gray beard came out of the queue and bowed his hands.
"no!"
"A decision must be made now."
Before Xun Kuang could respond, a shout came from the void.
"This is the biggest concession we can make."
Immediately, another voice of determination came out that was absolutely impossible to give in anymore.
"This..., what do you think, Senior Brother Xun?"
Naturally, the Confucian disciples who were traveling with him could not make the final decision. The only person present who could make the final decision was Xun Kuang. Everyone looked at each other and thought about what the farmer and the Mohist family wanted before.
It seems...it's not unacceptable.
Speaking of sending two disciples, there is a big detour.
"It's all right."
"What do you think?"
Xun Kuang gently stroked his long beard under his chin with one hand and looked at the junior brothers beside him with a smile.
"As it should be."
"..."
If Xun Kuang says this, do you have any objections?