Dao Fruit

The gap on the box only appeared for a moment, and it quickly closed up again, and the solemn and majestic atmosphere disappeared, but the surprise on Qiu Yan's face did not dissipate.

"I didn't expect that Old Prime Minister Han would give me such a valuable thing to help me understand." Qiu Yan said, squinting in thought, and finally made a decision. He did not refuse and took the box solemnly, "Thank you very much. The great love of the old Prime Minister.”

Seeing his action, the old servant showed admiration in his eyes, nodded and said: "I am just a passer-by, but I will convey the young master's words to my master and take my leave."

After giving the box to Qiu Yan, the old servant bowed, turned around and left, taking one step at a time without any delay.

Looking at the other person's retreating figure, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes.

"This person's martial arts cultivation is extraordinary. Now that I have condensed my soul, my life cultivation is also at the peak of the second realm. I may break through to the third realm at any time. Combining the two, in terms of sensitivity of perception, I will not lose to the monks of the third realm." , but I still can't figure out the depth of this person. He just flicked his fingers with incredible strength, and the vibrating breath came out of the box, which I was able to capture. "

Qiu Yan also knew that this kind of person who stayed beside the old prime minister of a country was definitely not an easy person. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it, then solemnly held the box and walked back into the house.

Seeing Qiu Yan's expression, both Hu Qi and Dai Guo were a little confused. Dai Guo opened his mouth to ask something, but Hu Qi pulled his sleeve and was unable to ask.

Afterwards, Hu Qi said, "Young master has just come back. It's time to have a good rest. I won't disturb you later." After saying this, he led Dai Guo back out.

"The look in Hu Qi's eyes is really good."

Seeing this, Qiu Yan nodded secretly, put the box on the table, turned around and walked behind the door, picking up the basin behind the door.

There is water in the basin.

Looking at the clear water in the basin, Qiu Yan took a deep breath. Then his eyes lit up, and the beating flames were reflected in his pupils.

Heart fire.

When the heart is on fire, Taoism is born.

Qiu Yan raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and pinched the seal. The water in the basin immediately rose and dispersed into mist.

"Water Jutsu!"

Whispering five words, the sound became a vibration, shaking the surrounding spiritual energy, causing the water in the basin to scatter into mist. It spreads, filling the entire room in an instant, blending into every corner, isolating the room from the outside world.

"The jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water."

This ancient poem expresses feelings of love and longing. It depicts the scene of two people separated by water, and the Taoist art of Shangling Dao takes its name from the last sentence. It is the water that separates the inside and outside, making it difficult for even the emotion of longing to project in.

Consuming inner fire and performing Taoist magic with the physical body is a manifestation of the union of three souls and the initial formation of the divine soul. Before this, although Qiu Yan could perform it with his physical body, he relied on the deity's incense mind and was limited by his own realm. If you can't completely grasp it, there will always be flaws. The loss of control of the seal in Xingtai Town is an example. But now that he has gathered his soul and displayed it, it is a matter of course.

Of course, this statement is not absolute. There are many methods in the Taoist sect that allow disciples to perform Taoist magic physically before condensing their souls. However, there are more or less defects.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yan put down the empty basin and walked back to the table. He was about to open the thin box on the table when he suddenly stopped. Then he reached out and grabbed the baby ginseng from the corner of the table and placed it next to the box. Go up, and then look at it carefully to observe the other party's performance.

After Qiu Yan left, the baby ginseng cleverly squirmed into the shadow of the corner so that it would not be easily seen. After a while, it fell asleep in a daze.

Now, the baby ginseng was picked up by Qiu Yan and placed on the edge of the box. It trembled slightly at first, woke up, and then climbed onto the box, twitching as if sniffing, then jumped suddenly, and quickly moved away, as if it had been touched. It's like being poisoned by snakes and scorpions.

"Um?"

Seeing Baby Ginseng's reaction, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, flicked his fingers, smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, and sent Baby Ginseng out in the air, landing on some books.

As soon as he touched the book, the baby ginseng immediately settled down. Then Qiu Yan raised his hand and released a stream of literary thoughts, mobilizing the articles in several books, turning into bursts of book sound, wrapping the baby ginseng inside, forming a protective wall of literary thoughts. .

"It seems that this Legalist stuff is unbearable for baby ginseng."

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan reached out and finally opened the lid of the box.

Suddenly, a majestic and solemn breath roared out!

Thick! heavy!

As soon as this breath appeared, it filled the entire room, and even dispersed the water mist that filled the room, making the articles wrapping the ginseng baby faintly ring.

"What a huge artistic conception!"

With a sigh, Qiu Yan waved his hand, and there were three more things on the table immediately, which were a pen, a paperweight and a jade basin.

As soon as the three objects came out, they were stimulated by the solemn breath and immediately reacted. They each trembled and released three completely different breaths. There was an artistic conception of subtle meaning, a rich and pure artistic conception, and a carefree and carefree artistic conception.

Subsequently, the three artistic conceptions were pulled by Qiu Yan's consciousness and thoughts, and spread rapidly to all parts of the room. They came into contact with, collided with, and suppressed the heavy and solemn artistic conception. Finally, they pulled the heavy and solemn artistic conception and returned to the box.

This process sounds long, but in fact it only takes one breath.

"These three things are indeed extraordinary. The Wenzong paperweight has been surrendered by me, and the Beiming jade basin has been soaked and penetrated by my thoughts. I know its nature to some extent, and it is normal to be able to lead and resist. And this Chunqiu pen is full of The aura of books is consistent with my own aura of knowledge, because it can resonate and mobilize. These three things are obviously prepared for scholars. I really don’t know their origin. Han Weier seems to have no intentions, but she is tight-lipped about these things. "

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan put away his distracting thoughts, looked into the box, and then reached out and took out a roll of bamboo slips.

As soon as the bamboo slips came into hand, waves of waves were released, following the flesh and blood on Qiu Yan's hands, seeping into them, and quickly transmitted to his soul.

There is something in the soul that resonates with it.

Flicking his fingers to shatter the waves in his hand, Qiu Yan placed the bamboo slips on the table, then raised his hand and spread the bamboo slips, and seal characters immediately appeared on them.

These words. They are all carved with a carving knife. They are slender and delicate, and every stroke and every stroke reveals a tough and standardized artistic conception.

call!

The next moment, the surging artistic conception burst out from the bamboo slips, but did not spread. Instead, it enveloped Qiu Yan's entire body, and the power of order trembled in the surrounding air.

Suddenly, Qiu Yan felt an artistic conception of formulation, standardization, and expression flowing through his seven orifices and pores. As it poured into his body, he also recognized the origin of this artistic conception——

"This bamboo slip is indeed a manuscript of a sage! However, it was not written by a Confucian sage. It came from the Legalist school and is the handwriting of a legal sage!"

The power of the sage's manuscripts comes from the power of order that permeates the heaven and earth. It is the result of the blessings of people of all ages and leads the world's tide. Confucianism is a prominent school, respected by people from generation to generation, attracting people to pursue, and it can naturally condense order. The power to achieve extraordinary things.

In comparison, the Legalists, although not famous, did not show any concessions to the laws, regulations, and articles of the imperial court. The methods and basis for its formulation are actually the spirit of Legalism, and even many of the techniques of rulers and officials. It is also derived from the techniques of Legalism.

Since ancient times, the laws and regulations formulated by Confucianism and Legalism have bound the world, and all people obeyed it, which naturally gathered the will of the people. Therefore, the manuscripts and handwriting of the great Legalists back then have been handed down to this day, and they are also the source of a certain order in the world. , the spirit of becoming a sage is not inferior to Confucianism in terms of power alone.

Feeling the breath on the bamboo slips and the trembling order around him, Qiu Yan glanced at the rows of words and read out in a low voice -

"Dharma is the one who compiles pictures and books, sets them up in the government, and distributes them to the people."

"The master of magic is the one who hides it in his chest and uses it to hide his skills from the crowd."

"Therefore, there is no way to show the way, but the skill is not to be seen."

"If you understand the master's instructions, then no one who is humble in the realm will not hear and know them, and no one will be full of people in the hall; if you use the skills, no one will be familiar with them, and no one will be able to hear them, and no one will fill the house."

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Reading word by word, Qiu Yan's heart was gradually filled with strange emotions. This was his understanding of the method of domination and the art of control.

"The content above is a passage from the Dharma Sage's "Difficult Three", which talks about 'the law cannot be revealed, and the art cannot be seen'. It means that the law should be written into a book, set up in the government, and announced to the people, so as to It should be revealed so that people with low status in the country can know; but the inner secrets should be hidden in the heart and not even told to those close to them, but..."

Feeling the changes in order around him, Qiu Yan discerned some clues.

"However, in this article, what can mobilize order is only the content of 'manifestation'. The 'intellectual skills' have nothing to do with the order of heaven and earth. It can only be regarded as an understanding of artistic conception, not the spirit of sages."

Qiu Yan meditated slightly, savoring the meaning and artistic conception of the few sentences on the bamboo slips, Qiu Yan was thoughtful.

"Old Prime Minister Han had a certain purpose in lending me this thing. Since he saw that I had followed the path of spiritual practice, he should have expected the usefulness of the spirit of the saints to me, so he specially took out this article, and part of it became the order , the other part is just an insight, maybe a warning.”

Just now, when the old servant opened a gap outside the door and released his artistic conception, Qiu Yan had already guessed what was in the box. Now he felt something strange about the bamboo slips, but he had an idea.

"In any case, this article on the spirit of Legalism is of great help to me. My Tao Xin Quan Yi is not purely academic, but should be applied in the world. Legalism is to maintain social order. Important components, a deeper understanding will help you appreciate humanity! ”

Thinking about it, he took a deep breath, his body shook, and his spirit jumped out, pounced forward, and landed on the bamboo slips.

The next moment, the characters on the bamboo slips seemed to come alive, and shadows flew out, surrounding Qiu Yan's soul.

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