My Confucian Father

Chapter 88 What is the Supreme Way of Heaven!

Hot golden blood like magma sprayed like an injection, and the golden lion screamed and struggled, roaring crazily.

Bai Yi casually threw aside the huge lion head in his hand, and the scarlet spear inserted into the disclosure also turned into a red light and sank into his sleeve.

Like pulling weeds, he tore off one of the heads of the three golden lions. Such a scene caused all the monsters present to change their faces in fright.

It's too scary for a demon king with the strength of the second rank to be powerless in front of the Bing Sheng, and to be played around like a toy.

"Bing Sheng, you are going too far."

Seeing the miserable state of the golden lion, the one-horned tiger king let out a low growl, and looked at Bing Sheng quite unkindly.

Although it was the Golden Lion who provoked it first, Bing Sheng's ruthless hand still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"You should be glad it still works for me."

Bai Yi's tone was calm and calm as water.

Hearing this, the golden lion's eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent, as well as deep fear!
It has no power to resist in front of Bing Sheng, the gap between them is like clouds and mud, and this is not the opponent's full strength at all.

It knows that if it is not useful to keep it, then Bing Sheng just now will definitely kill it without hesitation!

The golden lion didn't dare to say another word, stepped forward to pick up his own head, and silently stepped aside to stop the bleeding and heal the wound.

Bai Yi didn't care about it anymore, took out a token from his pocket, and then threw it casually, suspended in the air.

The whole body of this token is dark red, and it looks simple and majestic. There is a big "tune" character engraved in the center of the token.

"Put a drop of blood on it."

Bai Yi said lightly, he didn't even bother to explain why, it was no different from a direct order.

Awed by the fierce power he just showed, all the big monsters did not dare to hesitate, and each sprinkled blood on the tokens.

After a drop of blood essence fell on the token, it actually melted into it, making the dark red color on it deeper and deeper.

Then the token emitted bloody rays of light, covering all the big monsters dripping with blood, and then collecting them all into the token!
"Soldier Tiger Talisman!"

The one-horned tiger king's eyes changed slightly after seeing this scene, and he couldn't hide his shock.

It knows this magic weapon. This is the military tiger talisman, a treasure created by the previous generation of military sanctuary!

It is rumored that this tiger talisman can accommodate tens of thousands of people. The soldier saint thousands of years ago relied on this object to lead his elite to attack the monster army repeatedly, winning battles one after another.

The principle of military training is that the more people there are, the stronger it is. With such a tiger amulet that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, it is equivalent to carrying an army with you wherever you go!
The one-horned tiger king did not expect to see this treasure again after a thousand years, and he did not expect that the soldier saint would use this object to send many big monsters into the territory of Yan Kingdom.

After collecting all the big monsters, including the golden lion, into the tiger amulet, Bai Yi took back the tokens and disappeared.

……

Tao An's suggestion inspired Su Mu a lot.

Two days later, Su Mu left for Yashan Academy. This was the first time he went to school again after half a month.

Although the rules in the academy are strict, after all, he has a halo of genius and his status as the son of a Confucian sage, so no one cares about absenteeism.

This time, it was still after the time for class to arrive at the academy. Su Mu didn't go to the academy, but went straight to the back mountain.

In the past, he might get lost, but now that he has spiritual consciousness after establishing the foundation, it is naturally easy to find the dean's residence.

Passing through the deep bamboo forest, Su Mu came to the depths of the bamboo forest, and saw the dean in the pavilion in the forest.

The dean seems to be receiving a visitor, and an old man in a Confucian robe sits opposite him.

The old man was about five or sixty years old, with a thin body and a somewhat hunched back. Sitting in front of the burly tower-like dean, he looked like a chicken, forming a stark contrast.

The two were chatting enthusiastically at this time, and there were bursts of laughter in the pavilion.

"Why does this person look familiar?"

Looking at the figure of the old man in Confucian robes, Su Mu always felt as if he had seen him somewhere.

After only a moment, he remembered instantly.

Isn't this Confucian robed old man the chief appraiser Mr. Wang that he saw in Wanbao Pavilion that day?
Seeing that Mr. Wang was also there, Su Mu suddenly had the idea of ​​retreating, and prepared to leave quietly and come back in the afternoon.

Although he had disguised himself last time to sell calligraphy and paintings in Wanbao Pavilion, he was still a little worried about being recognized, and he would be ashamed at that time.

Isn't it a joke that the son of a Confucian sage sells the calligraphy and painting of a Confucian sage to earn Lingshi?
Just when Su Mu was about to leave quietly, the dean had already seen him, and he couldn't help showing surprise.

"Junior Brother Su!"

The dean stood up and shouted, and walked out of the gazebo to meet him.

Naturally, Su Mu couldn't leave anymore, so he had to go forward and said with a smile, "Senior brother..."

The dean pulled Su Mu into the gazebo, patted him on the shoulder, and introduced to Mr. Wang with a smile: "Xing Ping, this is the son of Master, our junior brother."

"He doesn't come to the academy to attend classes on weekdays. It's a coincidence that you came today, otherwise you really wouldn't see him."

Su Mu was naturally a little embarrassed when he heard the words, cupped his hands and smiled bitterly: "Sorry brother, I have been consolidating my realm at home during this period, so I have no time to come to the academy to attend classes."

"It doesn't matter. Of course, self-cultivation is important. The old man is just talking casually. Sit down first."

The dean said without a smile, beckoning Su Mu to sit down.

Mr. Wang kept looking at Su Mu, and after he sat down, he stroked his beard and said, "Junior Brother Su and Master are very similar when they were young, and their manners and demeanor are quite similar."

"I heard that my younger brother did not follow Confucianism and Taoism, but found a new way to create a cultivation system on his own. That day, it caused such a big phenomenon in the world. This talent and demeanor are not inferior to Master's back then."

I feel like I've been living under the shadow of Confucian saints...

Su Mu couldn't help complaining when he heard that Mr. Wang was talking about Confucian sages, but he said, "It's just a fluke. This achievement is not worth it. Senior brother is absurd."

Mr. Wang laughed and said: "If it is not enough to create a cultivation system alone, then I am afraid that the world is full of mediocre people, and we are even more stupid."

Anyone who can create a cultivation system by himself is an absolute genius. There are only five people throughout the ages, and if Su Mu is added, it counts as six people.

Confucian saints are a further step on the basis of Confucianism and Taoism. Although they are quite geniuses, they are still a bit worse than the former.

However, Su Mu, the son of a Confucian sage, has done something that even a Confucian sage failed to do.

"Alright Xingping, young people should not exaggerate too much, or they will be impetuous."

"Didn't you come today to show me the calligraphy and painting of the master you received recently? Why don't you take it out and have a look?"

The dean leaned forward slightly, looking forward to it.

coming!

Su Mu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words. In fact, when he saw Mr. Wang, he had a vague guess in his heart, and the result was exactly as he expected.

Mr. Wang said with a smile: "I'm not reluctant to show you what you said. Isn't it because the tea is not finished yet? Brother, you are still as impatient as before."

"That's all, let me show you first."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and flicked lightly on the table, and a scroll appeared on the stone table.

Mr. Wang opened this set of scrolls, and said to the dean with some pride: "This is the only calligraphy and painting revealed by the master in the whole world."

"The other one was collected by His Majesty in the palace, and now mine is an orphan."

The dean looked at the calligraphy and painting in Mr. Wang's hand, with deep admiration in his eyes, and he reached out to touch it.

Seeing this, Mr. Wang quickly slapped him on the hand, staring and said: "Don't start, what if your hands and feet are damaged by it? Where can I find the third one?"

The dean was not happy when he heard it, and said sadly: "Junior Brother Wang, why haven't you seen each other for a few years, and you have become more and more stingy?"

"Senior brother just wants to verify whether this calligraphy and painting is fake for you. After all, Master never lets his calligraphy be exposed outside. No matter how you look at it, it looks fake."

Mr. Wang said urgently: "You say my calligraphy and painting are fake? Say it again!"

"This handwriting, this seal, and the spirit contained in it are the authentic works of Master!"

"I don't believe it unless you show me."

"No!"

Su Mu watched the two old men, one big and one small, arguing for a pair of calligraphy and painting, feeling quite strange.

At this time, his heart suddenly moved, and he asked: "Senior Brother Wang, since my father has no calligraphy left in the world, how did you get this pair of calligraphy and painting?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he interrupted the dispute between the two.

Mr. Wang re-rolled the calligraphy and painting, and then said with a smile: "Brother Su doesn't know something. Brother, I am the chief appraiser in Wanbao Pavilion, so I received it by accident."

"And it only cost a hundred top-grade spirit stones."

Hearing the latter sentence, Su Mu suddenly became restless, "only" spent a hundred top-grade spirit stones?
He pretended to be surprised and said: "One hundred top-grade spirit stones? The price is too expensive, isn't it so rare?"

The dean glared at Mr. Wang, and then said to Su Mu: "This guy is the chief appraiser in Wanbao Pavilion, and he has no shortage of spirit stones."

"Moreover, Master's authentic work could fetch a high price of one hundred top-quality spirit stones many years ago. Now that it has passed so many years, the price is estimated to be ten times higher."

"Because the master's calligraphy and painting contain the spirit of the master, you can feel the way of the sage if you often observe it."

Su Mu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart after listening.

Ten times more... [-] top-grade spirit stones!
He was actually slaughtered!

Su Mu took a deep breath and tried to act as normal as possible, but he felt bleeding in his heart.

One thousand top-grade spirit stones, enough for him to practice for two months, but he sold this calligraphy and painting for one hundred top-grade spirit stones.

This is more than just a blood loss, it is simply a blood loss!
Su Mu glanced at Mr. Wang quietly, thinking in his heart that next time he went to sell calligraphy and paintings, he would definitely make a good sale.

Make this old Deng spit out all the bad things about him!

"Brother Su, what's the matter with you?"

Mr. Wang was a little uncomfortable seeing Su Mu's eyes, and asked strangely.

Su Mu smiled: "It's nothing, I just thought of some happy things."

After hearing the words, Mr. Wang stopped thinking about it, put away the calligraphy and painting, and then continued to ask Su Mu: "What is the cultivation system created by Junior Brother Su?"

"I only heard senior brother say that you practice the supreme way of heaven, but it sounds too ethereal. I wonder if Junior Brother Su can clear up the confusion?"

Regarding the new cultivation path created by Su Mu, not many people know about it now. Emperor Yan has ordered the news to be blocked, and only a few people know about it.

Who wouldn't be curious about a brand new cultivation system?

Hearing Mr. Wang's question, Su Mu didn't know how to answer for a while, because he didn't know how to explain and describe what cultivating the Tao was.

After pondering for a while, Su Mu turned his gaze to the bamboo forest aside, then got up and went over to break a bamboo branch.

"Brother, please take a look."

Su Mu planted this bamboo branch on the ground, and then stimulated the vitality in his body to instill it from afar.

Although the dean and Mr. Wang didn't know what Su Mu was going to do, they all watched his actions seriously.

Under the watering and pouring of Su Mu's vitality, the bamboo branch sprouted and sprouted in his hands.

It quickly took root on the ground, grew taller, produced flowers, and produced bamboo fruits. In just a moment, it was no different from the surrounding green bamboos.

"This……"

The dean and Mr. Wang were shocked when they saw such a scene. What kind of method is this?
Su Mu stretched out his hand to touch the sturdy branch of this bamboo, and said, "The so-called supreme way of heaven is the law of the movement of the heaven and the earth."

"The so-called world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a straw dog."

"Heaven and earth itself has no emotions, and there is no distinction between good and evil, so the way of heaven is fair, and he acts according to the rules, and this rule is the way."

"Confucianism and Taoism are Taoism, and the way of military affairs is also Taoism. Medicine, Buddhism, and Legalism are all Taoism."

"But they are all just branches of the Dao of Heaven and Earth. What I practice is the Dao itself, that is, the laws of heaven and earth."

"Like bamboo, from falling to the ground, taking root, sprouting, and growing, this is its way."

As Su Mu said, he took back the vitality and vitality infused into this bamboo, and saw that the bamboo seemed to go back in time, with its trunk getting shorter and shorter, and its branches getting tenderer and tenderer.

Its roots also gradually retracted, and soon it became what Su Mu had just broken it off, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Su Mu picked up the bamboo branch, walked back to the gazebo, then put it on the stone table casually, and smiled lightly.

"This is the way."

After comprehending the Tao Te Ching, he did not gain nothing.

As his cultivation continued to deepen, he realized more things, and he became more and more aware of what Tao is.

His motivation for cultivating immortality is not only to avoid dying at the hands of Confucian saints, he also wants to see the scenery at the end of his cultivation.

The dean and Mr. Wang were too shocked to speak. They looked at the bamboo branch on the stone table, looked at each other, and fell silent for a long time.

"It turns out... this is the supreme way of heaven."

"No wonder you succeeded in cultivation that day, and you will attract such a terrible catastrophe. Such a path of cultivation is really shocking, and it is hard to imagine how it will end."

After a long time, the dean said with a complicated expression that he finally understood what Su Muxiu was up to.

At this moment, he is also extremely convinced that Su Mu's path can reach the realm of a saint is absolute!

Even... far more than that!

(End of this chapter)