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Originally harvested in the secret room, Chen Yun didn't have much feeling for gold and silver treasures, but only used them when needed.

And the three jade boxes and the two wooden boxes taken out from the secret compartment are Chen Yun's favorites.

The three elixirs are very important to the current Chen Yun, there is no need to deny that, but the things in the two wooden boxes are a bit exciting.

Opening the wooden box, there was a secret book in it. The ink-scented book exuded a faint fragrance. Seeing that it was obviously a secret book that had just been copied, Chen Yun looked calm.

"Do you want to learn the method of cutting off the meridian? The method of cutting off the meridian: acupuncture points to cut off the meridian, so that the recipient's meridians are cut off, and the true energy is closed."

Muran chose to study, and Chen Yun entered into a state of being one with the dark in a trance, waking up or drunk, and countless figures flashed in his mind, standing or lying down, or feet or fingers, pointed out in different ways, everyone There is a road map for Ying Demian, and each road map has more or less a few acupoints. Chen Yun understands that this is the method of mobilizing energy in the Meridian Cutting Method, and 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 already learned a skill in the blink of an eye.

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

Open the second wooden box, and there are two booklets in the box, one is "Ink" volume one, and the other is "Ink" volume two.

After skimming through the not-so-thin booklet of the first volume, Chen Yun held back his excitement, and flipped through the second volume again, and then said with a smile: "This is my greatest achievement. The fate is destined, and it is true."

What is the mystery of this cheat book? The main god came to help.

"The method of "Mo", the method written by the sages of the Mohist school among the hundreds of schools, and the essence written by the great Confucianists were added later.

Although it was just a brief introduction, Chen Yun couldn't help but be excited, and all of them were high-end goods who could be related to the pre-Qin period.

After getting excited, I thought about this secret book probably because it was hidden in the text commentary, because Chen Yun practiced Confucian exercises since then, and had an understanding of hundreds of schools. It was not a problem for him, and with the help of the main god, Chen Yun understood the preciousness of this secret book.

Because there are no secret books that have been unlocked, you can also develop internal strength by practicing according to the above. Chen Yun estimates that the level is only about the seventh rank, which is about the same as the second-rate martial arts in the world. So it was not cracked by Chen Yun until today, and it was seen again.

Concentrate on learning the method of "Ink" from the Lord God. All kinds of figures appear in the mind, whether low or high, or dundu teaching, or confronting the essence, or talking about the classics. Chen Yun pours water into the barrel like a wooden barrel short of water. All kinds of reasons.

After hundreds of years, Chen Yunsi realized the thoughts of the sages and insisted on their own way. Chen Yunsi has a clear understanding of himself, the way he insisted on.

For a long time, Chen Yun closed his eyes to appreciate what he felt, and opened his eyes. In his eyes, he felt as if he had experienced the ups and downs of life, watched the various states of life, and found his own way in the world of mortals, and insisted on the way.

"Confucianism is my way, Mohist way is to kill Mo."

Holding the fine steel long sword, Chen Yun rode away on horseback. He had a clear understanding, and the innate barrier breaking in the dark was no longer there, but he did not choose to break through here, because when he went out, Wang Tong said to him But, I'm going to break my genius, I'll talk about it when I get home.

Although Wang Tong is just a teacher like a passer-by to Chen Yun, the various churches, care and inheritance of the fire made him believe that Wang Tong will definitely have surprises for him.

The clatter of horseshoes was very crisp in the afternoon sun. When people were avoiding the sun at home, the horse 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 killed people, had an inexplicable feeling, which could be smelled far away, no, it should be felt Ink fragrance.

What the fleeting scenery brought was Chen Yun's smile.

"Cultivating ink by killing, Confucianism and Taoism? Hey, anyone who blocks my way can be killed, and anyone who prevents me from becoming a Taoist will die."

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

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

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

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

Outside Wang Tong's mansion, Chen Yun handed the horse over to the servants at the side, and walked through the courtyard to Wang Tong's study.

A knock on the door came in, "Yun'er is back, come in."

Wang Tong's upright voice rang beside his ears. Chen Yun also saw through the teacher's strength now, but Chen Yun guessed that he was definitely the master.

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

When Wang Tong raised his eyes to look at him, he saw the traces of ink energy on Chen Yun's body that ordinary people couldn't see clearly.

Because there were a lot of robbers and bandits killed on the road, Chen Yun could barely control Mo Xiang, which seemed to be non-existent at first, and did not show visions in front of others.

In Wang Tong's eyes, the ink-like aura contained the true meaning of the handwriting of Confucian sages. In the ink aura, there were countless scholars reading classics, and the great righteousness was reflected from it.

"This, this is the righteousness of Confucianism, the way of sages and sages." Wang Tong looked at Chen Yun in a daze, and said in surprise: "Since the pre-Qin period, there are very few Confucian disciples who can understand the way of sages and sages. You can’t find your own way, Yun’er, you are the only Confucian who understands the way of self-sage and sage.”

"Finally someone in my Confucianism can inherit it and carry it forward." Wang Tong sighed

"The disciples and the books recorded by the sages of Confucianism and the masters of the Mohists on the way, only then have they realized something, and they have a sense of innateness. Now they only need to get started." Chen Yun said respectfully.

He took out the method of "Ink" from his bosom and handed it to Wang Tong. Chen Yun still remembered all the things in it, and only waited to master it later, but this secret book was useless to Chen Yun.

Wang Tong took the two books, but he was not in a hurry to read them. Instead, he said to Chen Yun: "The Confucian way that Yun'er understands now is only a short step away from entering the Xiantian. I originally planned to wait for you to break through the Xiantian." Holy Land of the Sages, accept my Confucian inheritance, now, go take a bath and change clothes, fast for a day, and go to the Holy Land of the Sages with me tomorrow."

Hearing Wang Tong's mention of the Holy Land of the Sages, Chen Yun's heart lit up, and he immediately nodded in response, "I obey."

After bowing to Wang Tong, Chen Yun went back to the room, took a bath and changed his clothes obediently, and then entered the hall of sages behind the lecture hall, silently performed the fasting ceremony, and put the three or two volumes of classics aside, Chen Yun calmed down and began to cultivate himself .

On the morning of the second day, Wang Tong came to the Hall of Sages, dressed in black and red sacrificial attire, and led Chen Yun to stand in front of countless portraits hanging in the center, various scriptures, inkstones, rulers, tripods and knives placed neatly on a table.

A loud eulogy said: "The sages preached the Tao, the classics and history collections, the Taoists taught themselves, and the descendants did not survive. Now there are students who worship the sages and go to the sages to learn. I know this, and I have never met before. I hereby inform you, Wang Tong Chen Yun."

He took Chen Yun to pray three times, then turned around and took out the scriptures beside him, and called Chen Yun to come over and recite with him.

The sound of righteousness is conveyed in the hall of sages, but there seems to be no sound outside the hall, which is really strange.

In the end, Wang Tongzhou's body was filled with a thick and mighty aura that guided Chen Yun's true aura of practicing Zhengqi theory and the ink aura of the "Mo" method.

Afterwards, the hanging paintings and the various relics of the sages on display emitted a little white light that was invisible to the naked eye. After the auras of Wang Tong and Chen Yun were merged into one by the white light, they suddenly disappeared.

Looking at the huge rocks around and the flat road within, Chen Yun was shocked.

This place is definitely underground, but there is no void or hole above the head, no light and air, how can Chen Yun still breathe here, the rock formation is so dark that he can't see how high it is, it's really like a black hole.

"This is..." Chen Yun pointed to the surroundings.

Wang Tong shouted: "Mount Tai collapses in front, but the color does not change, and the elk rises to the left, but the eyes don't blink. Have you forgotten all these truths?"

Chen Yun, who was awakened by the drink, turned back to calmness, bowed to Wang Tong, and said solemnly, "I understand."

Wang Tong nodded, and said: "This place was discovered and opened up by the ancestors of Confucianism before Qin and later with great luck, and it is a holy place for the inheritance of Confucian children."

"Other descendants of hundreds of schools may have this, but only my Confucianism is located five hundred feet underground, and it is impossible to enter this place without the means of the sages."

"Just now we were brought here by the means left by the sages, and you will understand when you accept the inheritance left by the sages."

"As long as the sages of Confucianism are immortal, and the luck of Confucianism is immortal, they can be passed on from generation to generation." Speaking of this, Wang Tong said again: "This old man is the head of Confucianism in this generation. I didn't expect that the sky would give me Yun'er. What a shame! Confucianism never ceases to exist."

Chen Yun followed suit and nodded. It is true that Chen Yun did not expect Wang Tong to be the head of the Confucian family, but it was right to think about it.

In this Tang Dynasty, innate nature is not as good as a dog, and grandmasters are everywhere. It is estimated that all the schools of thought that can be passed down (not counting the magic gate) are probably people above the grandmaster.

Moreover, Wang Tong is definitely not more than forty years old now. Think about those grand masters who are not over forty or fifty, like Ning Daoqi, who is now in his nineties, and his life is almost in vain.

Without any great opportunity and great luck, it is impossible for Wang Tong to be a generation of great Confucianists at such a young age, famous all over the world, and his martial arts are also frighteningly high.

The inheritance of hundreds of years is not to be underestimated. Even a pig can become refined after hundreds of years of precipitation, let alone human beings.

As creative human beings, hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance are enough for them to perfect everything.