“That ink-coloured true qi of Han Wenxin’s is extremely deep, in no way does it look like it was cultivated before he practiced ‘Hao Ran Zheng Qi’ and hadn’t been rejected cleanly.” Luo Yan said.
“This time, it was extremely rewarding to confirm that Han Wenxin harboured the method to accommodate both ‘Hao Ran Zheng Qi’ and a different kind of true qi.”
There were people who held two or even three different kinds of true qi at the same time, and quite a few. Things like Taoism and Demonism together, ah, Buddha and Demonism together, ah, Buddha and Demonism together —— Since ancient times there has never been a shortage of people with ideas and the courage to try.
But among such people, there are definitely no people who can accommodate both “Hao Ran Zheng Qi” and other different kinds of true qi. This Confucian divine technique, just like the people who can practice it, is itself stinky and hard in nature, the kind that would rather die than give in, and would burn down the jade at the drop of a hat.
“The only pity is that we have not been able to find out what Han Wenxin is all about.” Luo Yan sighed.
If he could find out the details of Han Wenxin, he could use it as a clue to try to deduce this method of holding the “Hao Ran Zheng Qi”.
One had to know that in terms of Confucianism experts, the Jixia Academy of the Great Qian would not be less than the Shanhe Academy. With so many experts familiar with Confucian martial arts, it was not impossible for them to combine their efforts to modify it and succeed.
“Han Wenxin’s details ——” Qing Yu’s eyes flickered, “I probably have a bit of a clue ——”
“Do you remember the steps that Han Wenxin took to dodge both of our attacks at that time?”
“Those steps ——” Luo Yan mused and recalled, “I remember —— those steps were very strange, not like a normal body technique, but very subtle. A few steps turned around and actually dodged the momentum of your siege and mine.”
“It is written in the Corpus Christi: ‘Yu dredged the river and broke it, but he had not seen his home for ten years; his hands were not clawed, his embryo was not hairy, and he had the disease of partial withering, and his steps did not pa*s each other, so people called it Yu’s step.’ This Yu Bu, later developed into the Daoist Gang Bu, as a kind of step movement commonly used by Daoist priests in praying to the gods and rituals.” Qing Yu said.
“Then this Han Wenxin is from the Daoist sect?”
“No, people from the Daoist sect don’t know that kind of ink-coloured true qi. That ink-coloured true qi is not compatible with ‘Hao Ran Zheng Qi’, but it does not go hand in hand. Confucianism and Taoism don’t get along so well, and their teachings can be said to run counter to each other. The great sage of Confucianism once asked the Taoist ancestor for advice, but the two eventually fell out for unknown reasons. Before Buddhism was introduced to the Central Plains, Confucianism and Taoism were, so to speak, tit-for-tat, both of them living and dying.”
“What would that be?” Luo Yan asked.
“Do you know what the Corpse Son is?”
Qing Yu asked himself, “A Taoist, but he was also the founder of a miscellaneous school.”
“Lu Buwei the Miscellaneous School!!!” Luo Yan exclaimed.
“That’s right, that miscellaneous school that claims to ‘take the goodness of Confucianism and Mohism and summarise the essentials of the name and law’. If I’m not wrong, that ink-coloured true qi should be the true qi of the Mo family.” Qing Yu said indifferently.
Thanks to the canon of the Yin and Yang Family, these hours of overtime and hard reading day and night had not been in vain. The Yin Yang Family originated from the Taoist family and was familiar with the many essentials of Taoism. The Mo family, one of the Yin-Yang family’s sworn enemies, is also recorded in the Yin-Yang family’s canon.
In both worlds, the martial arts may be different, but the ideology is the same. It was the Mo family martial arts, with the tenet of “love and non-attack”, that was able to blunt Qing Yu’s harsh sword energy and then slowly dissipate it, as it did before.
“So it seems that Han Wenxin has revealed all his details on the surface, and we have not even noticed.” Luo Yan laughed.
“A leaf is a blind eye,” said Qingyu, “and besides, the family has not been famous since Lu Buwei, as if it were a flash in the pan. It is only natural that we did not think of it beforehand.”
“Now that this matter is over, I will go back to the academy. Although it’s fine to go back before midnight, Mr. Wu Qu will be guarding the entrance to the courtyard after late at night, and I don’t want to be remembered by him.”
Mr. Wu Qu, who was a tall man with a harsh tongue, held a position similar to that of the head teacher at the school in his previous life, and it was not in Qing Yu’s interest to be remembered by him. His performance in the archery cla*s had already made Mr Wu Qu remember Qing Yu as a student who had improved rapidly. It would not be good to be remembered as a restless student by Mr Wu Qu again.
You know, returning to the academy at the time of the son, just like stepping into the cla*sroom at school in the previous life, would leave an extremely deep impression on the teacher.
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Ouyang Yan carried Han Wenxin and sped towards the Shanhe School. The trees along the road flew back in the eyes of Han Wenxin who turned his head to look away.
The speed of a divine Yuan realm expert is amazing, but in a few moments, the Shanhe Academy was already in sight.
The light body landed on the ground with no dust floating on the ground, showing Ouyang Yan’s high attainment of lightness.
“This is —— Mr. Ouyang, and the one being carried is —— senior brother Han Wenxin ——” some of the students who were back at the academy at this time looked at Ouyang Yan and the Han Wenxin he was carrying and said in amazement.
Han Wenxin has been at the academy for three years and normally acts similarly to Feng Jiu nowadays, pulling people in by instructing the younger students. All the students present knew this easy-going senior brother.
Ouyang Yan put down Han Wenxin and said, “Let’s go, follow me to see Dean Zhuge.”
After saying this, Ouyang Yan took the lead and stepped through the doors of the Shanhe Academy. Han Wenxin straightened his clothes and crown, to make himself look less wretched, and then followed in silence under the inquiring eyes of the scholars.
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When Ouyang Yan and Han Wenxin arrived at the Endless Residence where Dean Zhuge was staying, they met the Dean’s closed disciple, Feng Qiuwu, asking him for advice. Ouyang Yan gestured for Han Wenxin and him to wait aside for a while.
Zhuge Longxu, the dean of the Shanhe Academy, is a graceful and elegant man who is easy-going, yet firm and decisive when necessary. Dressed in the white Confucian uniform, the characteristic colour of the Shanhe Academy, he is clearly over 60 years old, but still has the face of a man in his thirties, with only two tufts of silvery white hair falling from his temples to reveal his true age.
Zhuge Longsu was Meng Shanhe’s disciple. After Meng Shanhe’s retreat, he pa*sed over many of his senior brothers and took over as the director of the Shanhe Academy. He has lived up to Meng Shanhe’s responsibilities, and in recent decades, the Shanhe Academy has become more and more prestigious in Northern Zhou, and he himself has fled all over the world, and even in Great Qian, there are many of his disciples.
“Teacher, all the student’s questions have been solved, so I will leave now.” At this time, Feng Qiuwu, who was asking for advice, said after a question was finished.
“Hm.” Zhuge Long Su looked at the two of them, Ouyang Yan, and nodded his head.
After saluting, Feng Qiwu got up to leave, and as he pa*sed the two Ouyang Yan, he saluted respectfully, “Mr. Ouyang.”
And then, nodding his head in greeting to Han Wenxin, he said, “Senior Wenxin.”
Ouyang Yan nodded in response, and sighed after Feng Qiwu had walked away, “What a modest gentleman!”
