Long Live The Emperor!
Chapter 340 - 340: 208. Writing the End of the Spring and Autumn Period, Preaching to the Human WorldChapter 340 - 340: 208. Writing the End of the Spring and Autumn Period, Preaching to the Human World
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The autumn leaves were boundless, the autumn rain was boundless, and the ages were boundless.
The rain hit the mirror lake, wetting the stone steps in front of the threshold. It rushed into the study, causing the curtains to lift inward. It showed the appearance of the teacher writing furiously.
In the blink of an eye,
The children in the manor had all grown up.
He was originally eight or nine years old, but now he was eighteen or nineteen years old. He had reached the age where he was full of vigor and became a newborn calf.
At this moment, ninety-nine young men and women were holding oil-paper umbrellas and standing in front of the study, waiting quietly.
Each of them carried a saber or a sword on their back, or they hid weapons empty-handed. Some were petite and charming, some were beautiful and charming, some were strong and burly, some were thin and gloomy, some were flirtatious, some were domineering, they had all kinds of auras and weapons.
But without exception…
Everyone was emitting a powerful aura.
With Su Tian, Xia Ji, pills, teachers, and fire seeds, how could they not be strong?
In addition,
Everyone had one thing in common.
They were all holding scrolls in their hands.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was the same scroll.
The immortal had given them a template for them to copy.
They held books in their left hands and umbrellas in their right hands.
Pa da.
Pa da…
Rainwater fell on the umbrella, bounced off, fell into the stone crevices in front of the temple, and accumulated in the potholes to form a pond.
The ninety-nine people waited quietly, not daring to complain. No matter how competitive they were usually, how crazy they were, or how unique they were, they were all silent as they looked at the figure in the temple.
After the rain,
The wind blew.
The fallen leaves drifted by.
The figure’s black hair and white hair were mixed together and fluttered in the air.
Xia Ji put down his brush. He seemed to have just noticed the arrival of his disciples and asked, “”Have you copied everything?”
“Yes!” they replied in unison.
“Go, go to the world. Everyone, regardless of their status, regardless of their strength, regardless of their wealth, can come and copy and cultivate. You will stay in each place for a month. If anyone encounters something they don’t understand, no matter who it is, you will do your best to teach them.
After staying for a month, they would go to another city and stay for another month. They would return after a year of experience.
“If any faction wants to stop you, show them that token. Some of them will recognize it. Once they recognize the token, they won’t stop you anymore. However, he could not reveal the source of the book or reveal his identity. Alright, are there any more questions?”
Wind-on-Snow lowered her head and softly said, ” If someone tries to stop me for his own selfish desires, or frame me for his own selfish desires, or confuse the public, or call a deer a horse, or distort the truth, what should I do? ” “Persuade,” Xia Ji said.
Wind-on-Snow asked again, ” What if there are villains who learn it and use it to do evil? What if there are unreasonable people who learn it and threaten others not to learn it? What should we do? ”
“Still,” Xia Ji said.
“What if I can’t persuade him?” Wind-on- Snow asked.
“Follow your heart,” Xia Ji said.
“What if he stabbed the heavens?” Wind-on-Snow asked. “I’m here,” Xia Ji said.
“Yes…” Wind-on-Snow replied respectfully. Teacher.”
He held the saber and the scroll as he stood back in the autumn rain. He was still the first among the ninety-nine people, and he had been doing this for ten years.
Nian Ying looked up at the mister in the house with her pretty face and raised her hand. “”Teacher, I have a question too.”
“Speak, Yingying,” Xia Ji smiled.
“Teacher, the first chapter of the Ten Thousand Arts Scroll, the World’s Qi,” Nian Ying said.
It talked about blood force and true qi.
I learned a lot when I was copying. I only felt that it was profound and difficult to exhaust its wonders. Even if I only learned one page, it was enough to run amok in today’s Jianghu.
I feel that there is no cultivation technique in the world that is more profound than this one.”
Her words struck the hearts of the disciples.
They all looked at the first chapter of the Ten Thousand Arts Scroll with a heart of worship, as if they were looking at a divine scripture.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe Qi of Force in the world referred to all the forces and Qi in the world. Some were profound, some were shallow, some were deep and shallow, and some were shallow and deep. Each method might have mutual promotion and restraint, but there would never be any shortcomings. This was many times better than the methods hidden by the big forces in Jianghu.
‘ So, Master, I don’t understand. ” Nian Ying said, ” You’ve been wandering in the human world for ten years. Why do you want to pass on the ultimate technique that you painstakingly created so easily? ‘
As the saying goes, Dao is not passed down easily. You’re not doing it for fame or profit. What are you doing it for?”
Xia Ji said, ” The great calamity has arrived. I just want to contribute to the world. I just hope that more people can survive and become stronger. ” That’s all. ”
“Then why don’t you let others know your name?” Nian Ying asked.
Heaven. I should hide my name so that I can live for a long time. ” Remember, don’t let anyone know my name, or you’ll be expelled from the
sect. ‘
Nian Ying was stunned…
She was now ranked eighth among the 99 people. After working hard for ten years, she had entered one place.
On the other side, a cold and arrogant youth snorted and asked, “”Why doesn’t
Heaven do what Heaven does?”
This youth was Du Bai. Ten years ago, he was ranked tenth, and he was still ranked tenth.
“The world is silent,” Xia Ji said with his eyes closed.
“The world is silent?” Du Bai asked. I think the heavens and earth are heartless, but can’t the heavens see this tribulation and the common people?”
Xia Ji didn’t reply. He smiled and shook his head.
To the ‘heavens’ of this world…
How can we talk about common people?
One man is the common people.
Other than that, where else would there be commoners?
However, these things were too far away for the world. The things he wanted to fight for, the things he wanted to do, the power he wanted to create, the schemes he wanted to set up, no one would understand..