Peerless Daoist

"A thousand years ago, I and I were brothers. I'm good at Neo Confucianism, but if I'm cold, I'm happy with my heart. We argued for several years and finally agreed that we would fight a decisive battle in one day, and the loser would abolish his cultivation and show his will by death. "

"In that debate, I talked with Yihan for three days and three nights, and finally I reached a draw with Yihan. However, this is not what I want. "

"The way of heaven is terrible. If I want to go further, I will never admit defeat here. Therefore, I chose Bing Xie, leaving only this remains. Later, when people understand what I have learned, I will pass on all my life's literature and Taoism to you and so on. "

The voice, as if from the nine days, was filled with solemnity and majesty.

All people heard these words, the heart set off a storm.

Even the white haired Confucians stood up and said in a trembling voice, "are you the sage of Neo Confucianism, Zirong?"

In ancient times, there were two schools of Confucianism and Taoism, one for the study of mind and the other for Neo Confucianism.

The two sects have different ideas, so the Confucians between the two schools often refute each other and always want to prove that the other is wrong.

Even the sages of the two sects are the same.

One thousand years ago, the last literary sage who rose to the top was Yihan. I didn't expect that he was a contemporary figure of Yihan.

"I'll see the saint."

All the Confucians saluted the skinny old man in unison.

I can't argue you to lose. Even if it's a draw, I won't accept it.

One would rather die on his own than admit that his ideas could not prevail over the other.

This will is terrible.

The thin old man said faintly, "I don't want my Neo Confucianism inheritance to be cut off. This shadow should be the last shadow I left between heaven and earth."

"You wait for a good life and practice. I hope my way is not lonely."

One after another dazzling golden light, immediately sprinkled on the body of the people around.

For a moment, all the people who were surrounded by the light and shadow of Wen Sheng were covered by the golden light at the same time.

In a flash, many people's literary and Taoist accomplishments have made rapid progress.

"I, wait!" Li Xiang was very anxious. He didn't expect such a result.

Although he is arrogant in his heart, but now it is related to the inheritance of the literary sage, he will get it anyway.

However, as soon as he ran past, the golden light around him had disappeared.

Many people are still immersed in the state of being preached and educated. Many people close their eyes directly and recite words in their mouth, as if they have some understanding.

Everything, it's too late.

The white haired scholar suddenly opened his eyes and burst out laughing: "in my lifetime, I can still break through the realm of literature and Taoism again. Ha ha ha ha!"

A sound of hearty laughter resounded through the sky, stirred the noble spirit around, and gathered in his direction.

When people around saw this scene, they all looked at the white haired scholar in surprise.

However, they soon came back to God and immediately recalled the inheritance they had received.

"It's really a literary saint."

"I feel that ten years of hard work have been saved directly. No, it is my future practice that becomes clearer."

This inheritance is a once in a thousand years.

In order not to let his inheritance disappear, Wen Shengzi Rong not only imparted his own understanding of literature and Taoism to the public, but also taught some of his practice experience.

It can be said that after this time, there will be many more talents in Bailu Academy.

"I I've wasted this opportunity Li Xiang looked at the people around one by one immersed in the joy of inheritance, a jealous mind can no longer restrain.