Chapter 337: The Great Scholar is Born, and the World Changes

"Haha! Hahahaha..."

Cao Jie laughed heartily, he laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward, and his voice shook the whole world.

Gu Yanwu's expression was firm and steady from beginning to end. He was not happy with things, nor sad with himself. There was a righteous spirit in his heart that never went out.

"Senior, although immortality is good, it is not what I, Gu Yanwu, seek. The loss of my country has become a demon in my heart. If the world is lost, even if I can live another 500 years, it will only be 500 years of pain for me. Therefore, I do not seek immortality, but only to protect the world."

Cao Jie was overjoyed: "With Gu Yanwu in this world, there is no need to worry about not being able to protect the world. Mr. Gu, I am Cao Jie, and I am determined to support the nine states and rebuild the Han and Tang dynasties. I wonder if you are willing to help me?"

Gu Yanwu smiled bitterly: "I am just an old scholar who is powerless, what can I use to help you, senior?"

"The righteous spirit in your heart is the most powerful force in Confucianism. It is enough to overturn the world and create a new world. It can change the sun and the moon into a new sky."

Cao Jie waved his arm and said, "You can't feel this power, but I can see it clearly. If you don't seek immortality, then seek Confucianism! I will help you..."

"Senior, I don't practice immortality."

"Confucianism does not seek immortality, but only seeks benevolence, righteousness, morality, and the lives of the people of the world."

Although Cao Jie did not practice Confucianism or Taoism, he had never eaten pork, but he had never seen a pig run.

Whether it is Zong Ze or the Kong Family Temple, they both have the power to shield the God-Pregnant Realm. Although that power can only prohibit magic but not martial arts, it is just the right thing to do in this Shushan world.

Those old monsters from the righteous, unorthodox, and evil sects all rely on their primordial spirits.

If all the great scholars of the time become our own people, it will be difficult for Shushan to stop us.

Since we have met Gu Yanwu, one of the great Confucian scholars in the late Ming Dynasty, there is no reason to let him go.

Cao Jie patiently talked with him all night, wanting to help him become a Confucian scholar.

There is a poem that says: Heaven and earth have righteous energy, which is varied and flowing. Below, it is the rivers and mountains, and above, it is the sun and stars. In people, it is called Haoran, which is so abundant that it fills the sky.

It is also said: Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity!

This is Confucianism, and it is the ultimate goal pursued by scholars.

When positive energy is strong, negative energy will disappear; when positive energy is weak, evil spirits will emerge.

The great Confucian scholar's upright spirit is as great as the sun and the moon. He can criticize the evildoers with his words and writings and kill the monsters invisibly.

Three days later, Gu Yanwu had a good understanding of Cao Jie, the immortal cultivator, and was amazed by his extraordinary talent.

In terms of Confucianism, he created a new school of thought, which was not inferior to Wang Yangming, and he even combined it with the methods of cultivating immortals, which was amazing. In terms of major world events, he analyzed the fall of Wu Ming and the political malpractices of the demonic Qing Dynasty. In terms of the methods of cultivating immortals, it opened Gu Yanwu's eyes.

"If such a person is willing to help the human world, this demon-free world will be in danger!"

'Does the world need to remain in turmoil for a few more decades?'

"If we can protect the Chinese lineage, what does it matter if there are decades of turmoil? Yao Qing... China will never be a slave! How can people live on their knees! "

'Perhaps, I will go meet that Chief Leader Chen...'

'Anti-Qing and restoration of Ming, great things are expected!'

During the few nights he spent with Cao Jie, Gu Yanwu couldn't sleep. With more choices in his mind, he had more thoughts.

Given a choice, who would want to keep a golden rat tail and live a miserable life?
I can't even die with my eyes closed!

Gazing at the starry sky, Gu Yanwu let out a long sigh. Suddenly, he saw dark clouds rolling up from the southeast, surging over and instantly covering the bright starry sky.

"What is this? Why did the weather change so suddenly?"

Cao Jie had arrived beside him without him noticing, using the moonlight to conceal his tracks. The surrounding scenery was rippling like water waves, and he whispered, "A few demon cultivators are coming!"

"Demon cultivator?"

Gu Yanwu immediately held his breath. He was lucky enough to encounter several old monsters in the White Mountains and Black Waters who devoured flesh and blood and souls along the way with the Qing army. It was truly horrifying.

"What are they doing here?"

"They must be here to steal the remains of the former Ming Emperor Taizu!"

The Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, located at the foot of Wanzhu Peak in Dulongfu, on the southern foot of Purple Mountain, is the joint burial site of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Xiaocigao Ma.

Suddenly, the corners of Gu Yanwu's mouth twitched, his expression became extremely ugly, and he lowered his voice and said, "How dare they?"

"Why not? The Ming Dynasty has fallen, and now it is the Qing Dynasty that rules the world."

"Senior." Gu Yanwu showed a pleading look: "I beg you to protect the mausoleum of Emperor Taizu."

"It would be more appropriate for you to take action."

"I... I am just a common man... How can I stop those monsters?"

"Every man has a share of responsibility for the fate of his country! Mr. Gu, believe in yourself, you can do it."

"I……"

It's not that Gu Yanwu didn't have the courage to die, but he felt that dying like this would not benefit the world. He looked at the strange black wind again, and saw a human-shaped black shadow appear under the hazy moonlight.

He seemed to have offered up a small blood-red banner, and a series of mournful wails rang out in the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, and the black wind that was raised was even more bizarre.

It was as if it was summoning the soul of Emperor Taizu and incorporating it into the blood flag.

"Is this the demon cultivator?! We can't let him disturb Emperor Taizu."

Gu Yanwu strode forward and shouted, "What kind of demons and monsters are you to disturb Taizu's sleep? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

The demon cultivator did not take the initiative to attack. Thick black gas continued to emerge from the small blood-colored banner he offered up. As the black gas rolled over the emperor's mausoleum, it became visibly thicker.

Suddenly, cold winds blew, and it seemed as if the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

The demon cultivator laughed: "An old scholar dares to meddle in Grandpa's affairs."

Gu Yanwu strode forward and finally saw clearly through the black fog. Next to the demon cultivator, more than 20 young men and women with red lips and white teeth stood like zombies, their eyes were hazy, and it was obvious that they were bewitched by his magic.

According to what he knew about the demon cultivators, if these boys and girls were taken into his demon nest, they would inevitably become cauldrons, tools for venting their desires, or materials and nutrients for some evil magic weapon.

Gu Yanwu pointed the bamboo stick in his hand forward with a gloomy face, gritting his teeth and saying: "You devil, haven't you heard a saying? If you do too much evil, you will eventually die. Look at me: I carry the three-foot sword in the box on my back, and I will show the heavens that I am not fair to others!"

Say it.

"Zheng!"

A sword chant was heard from that ordinary bamboo stick!
When the devil heard the sound of the sword, his heart trembled slightly: Could this old scholar be a sword immortal?
Wow…

It was like a rolling Milky Way appearing in the night sky, but what was flowing in this Milky Way was not water or stars.

Instead, it was a very thin, constantly jumping tiny sword light, which was sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes open, sometimes closed, sometimes moving, sometimes still. Some of them gathered into tributaries, while others entangled and turned into sword formations.

And more of them were flashing cold sword energy, which might be fleeting, twisted and reversed, shuttle and jump, or cycle endlessly, containing endless will to kill and destroy.

Gu Yanwu was not proficient in swordsmanship.

But this quatrain is not simple, it was written by Lu Dongbin.

Lu Zu's sword intent is pure yang and majestic.

The Confucian righteousness formed sword intent and merged with sword energy through unknown means, writing a word in the void.

A big “人” character.

After a long time, the word gradually faded away, as if it had never appeared.

The demon's hand that was waving the bloody banner froze in an instant. He looked down at the sword scar on his chest and the destroyed bone shield, his face grim and bloodshot. "Damn it, do you know how much time and energy it took me to refine this bone shield? It took 49,000 bone essences and twelve years..."

"Damn it! You deserve to die! I will refine you into a corpse puppet and you will never be able to reincarnate!"

After he finished shouting, the blood-red three-inch small banner in his hand spread out in the wind, and turned into an inverted triangle-shaped black banner more than one person tall. A skull jumped out of the banner, and in the blink of an eye it turned into the size of a millstone, with iron teeth clanging and ghostly wind whistling.

The devil stood in the middle of the black air, cursing non-stop.

The skull floated in the air, making ghostly howls!

The black air filled the sky and quickly enveloped the surroundings in an indescribable atmosphere. The branches of the trees were shaking, intertwining like ghost claws and looming ghost shadows. Pieces of leaves fell, creating a horrifying scene.

Gu Yanwu clenched the bamboo stick in his hand and was about to attack, when suddenly...

In the bright and clear sky above his head, a terrifying lightning bolt as thick as a bucket suddenly appeared, carrying a tearing blue-white light, and struck down with a domineering and destructive attitude! !
In an instant, the burly demon waved the small banner in his hand, and the millstone-sized skull protected his head.

The expression on his face was particularly interesting, with a hint of bewilderment, a hint of horror, and a hint of fear...

In a flash, a terrifying electric current burst out from the demon's head. The electric current was blue and white, extending at least a hundred feet into the sky!

It is simply an extremely huge and ferocious thunder dragon!

"Kaka..."

The demonic skull was instantly split into pieces by lightning, and the small banner in the demon's hand also caught fire without fire and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

The extremely arrogant demon was instantly and completely annihilated in the terrifying lightning! !
"Boom!"

It was not until this time that a deafening thunder was heard in the sky.

Everyone's body trembled violently.

About twenty boys and girls suddenly sat down on the ground, looking at the sky in horror.

Gu Yanwu leaned on the bamboo stick in his hand: Died now? Struck to death by lightning for doing so many evil things?
'May God bless you!'

'I have such magical powers?!'

Not to mention Gu Yanwu was surprised, Cao Jie was also extremely surprised.

In the Water Margin world, the strength of Confucian cultivators is just their ability to block the divine realm, and they don't have much combat power.

But when Gu Yanwu used it, he actually reached the level of verbal criticism and legality. Although this power did not belong to him, it seemed to be in communication with the way of heaven and he was protected by heaven.

Cao Jie pondered for a while and suddenly realized that this place was not simple.

How could the mausoleum of Ming Dynasty founder Zhu Yuanzhang be violated by any evil cultivator? Although the Ming Dynasty has fallen, the fortune gathered here is still vast and majestic.

When Cao Jie looked at Gu Yanwu again, he found that he had indeed inherited the legacy of the Ming Dynasty.

Even the luck of heaven and earth and the dragon veins of the human world were violently shaken.

A catastrophe happened to the world because of Cao Jie, an outsider.

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Far away in the East China Sea, while fishing at Ao Ji, the three immortals of the East China Sea are refining treasures at a critical juncture.

In the middle of the three people, a small sword emitting golden light and flames has taken shape under the heavy magic power.

Name of the sword: Golden Flame Sword.

No matter which school the flying sword belongs to, upon encountering this sword it will turn into stubborn iron and melt. Although it can be used only once, it is a rare treasure and an important item in the three sword fights.

Suddenly, Qi Shuming, the head of Emei, turned his head and looked towards the north in surprise, his expression solemn and his brows furrowed.

"Master, calm down!"

Xuan Zhenzi, the eldest disciple of Changmei, shouted softly, and Qi Shuming immediately suppressed the shock in his heart and concentrated on refining the Golden Light Fiery Sword. No matter what changes there are, they need to wait until the treasure is successfully refined before making plans.

Shushan, Emei Mountain, Lingcui Peak.

"The world has changed dramatically..."

Madam Miaoyi clenched her teeth.

"Amitabha!"

The White-eyebrowed monk beside him also chanted a long Buddhist name. The changes in the fortunes of the world were far beyond his calculations, and even the Long-eyebrowed Patriarch had not expected it.

At this time, the land of Kyushu suddenly changed.

Rumble!
The surging waters of the Yangtze River are like an angry dragon, pushing away the peaks and splitting the veins, and its roar shakes the sky.

The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, destroying everything in its path, leaping thousands of miles in yellow waves, roaring and shaking the earth, like a giant dragon roaring.

All the dragon veins in the world originate from Kunlun, and are carried by water. The Yangtze River and the Yellow River carry the power of Kunlun straight to the sea, becoming the two most important dragon veins in Kyushu.

At this moment, two giant dragons were running and roaring, really like giant dragons soaring into the sky, and all the people along the way bowed their heads.

The original meaning of "pulse" is blood vessel, which is extended to mean something as continuous as a blood vessel.

The dragon's body is mostly inspired by the snake, and its characteristic is its length.

So, literally speaking, dragon veins are the long and continuous blood vessels of the dragon.

The dragon comes from nature, but it is a divine creature that does not live in nature. Its value and significance are mainly expressed through symbols. Therefore, anything that is long and continuous can be called a dragon vein. Conversely, dragon veins can symbolize those long and continuous things.

Feng Shui calls the long mountain range the dragon vein.

The dragon veins of Kyushu originate from Kunlun Mountain in the northwest and extend into three dragon veins to the southeast. The northern dragon enters Shanxi from Yinshan Mountain and Helan Mountain, starts from Taiyuan, and crosses the sea.

The Zhonglong enters Guanzhong from Minshan Mountain and flows into the sea at Qinshan Mountain.

The Southern Dragon flows from Yunnan, Guizhou, Hunan to Fujian and Zhejiang and enters the sea.

Every major dragon vein has main dragons, branch dragons, real dragons, false dragons, flying dragons, latent dragons, and flashing dragons...

The heaven and earth changed dramatically, and the dragon veins appeared.

Compete with the alien dragon vein in the northeast.

The change appeared quickly and disappeared quickly. After only three or five breaths, everything returned to calm.

But at this moment, the Imperial Observatory of Yaoqing was in a state of panic. The celestial phenomena changed drastically, and three palaces of Yaoqing collapsed in an instant.

The old demons and monsters far away between the white mountains and black waters are all in a state of constant fear.

The Longtan Pond in Changbai Mountain was overflowing with dark red blood; on the Heilongjiang River, the riverbed was shaking and yellow sand was swirling back.

In the world of Shushan, every successful cultivator can sense the great changes in the destiny of heaven and earth, especially the human world.

In the human world, a great catastrophe has occurred, changes have taken place, and it is full of infinite possibilities!
The future predicted by previous generations vanished at this moment.

The great catastrophe in the human world will inevitably affect the world of cultivation.

For a moment, some were happy while others were sad!

And Mount Emei in Shushan is the most worried one.

(End of this chapter)