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Chapter 342 - A Gentleman’s Sword! (3)
Chapter 342 - A Gentleman’s Sword! (3)
Chapter 342: A Gentleman’s Sword! (3)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“How dare 30,000 sword cultivators fight against a Confucianist Grandmaster?” He Jing, the commander of the Mystic Sun Guards of Shuxi County, said in a low voice, “County Governor, can such a sect be recruited into Shuxi?”
Upon hearing his words, Su Zizhan shook his head and said in a low voice, “The world is about to undergo a great change. The cultivation world should gather its power. This is Minister Wen’s opinion.”
Minister Wen.
He Jing turned his head to look at the sky illuminated by the sword light. His countenance was somber.
The sects of the cultivation world fought with Confucianists in Shuxi Prefecture. If word got out, the commander of the Xuanyang Guards in Shuxi Prefecture would be cursed by the Confucianists for ten thousand years.
“Without the authority of Heaven and Earth, I only hope that this Grandmaster named Han Muye will have more means of fighting in the Confucian Dao.” He Jing clenched his fists and whispered.
Han Muye?
Su Zizhan narrowed his eyes and looked at the place enveloped by the Great Spirit.
He felt that this aura was somewhat familiar.
“Dongfang Shu, watch me fight.”
At this moment, Han Muye’s voice came from the place where the Great Spirit rose in front of him.
It’s him!
Su Zizhan widened his eyes in disbelief.
This Grandmaster was the sword cultivator he had seen in the Western Frontier who was protected by Ying Yang.
However, how long has it been since we last met and this person is already a Confucian Dao Grandmaster?
Is there really such a magical thing in the world?
Stunned for a moment, Su Zizhan suppressed the guess in his heart.
There are powerful beings who could reincarnate and cultivate again.
This person was protected by Ying Yang back then.
Could it be?
He didn’t dare to think about it.
“Boom—”
In front of him, the clouds in the sky were completely cut open, and a huge sword phantom appeared.
30,000 sword cultivators came in formation.
“The Confucian Dao of the Central Continent suppresses the great fortune of heaven and earth. I, a cultivator of the Sword Dao, use it to mend the Heavenly Dao and to cultivate myself. I won’t waver no matter how many setbacks I face.
“As a sword cultivator, as long as the sword exists, the person will live. If the sword dies, the person will die.
“The Hongcheng Sword Sect has been running amok in the northwest of the Central Continent for 30,000 years. Today, Grandmaster, please break the array.”
A Sword Dao sect competing with a Confucianist Grandmaster!
The voice resonated for thousands of miles in the vast heaven and earth. At this moment, countless people flew over from Jinchuan City.
On the Jinchuan River, the thousand-foot-long immortal ship rose into the air.
“Sister, is that guy really a Confucianist Grandmaster?”
On the top floor of the immortal ship, Princess Yunduan asked curiously.
Princess Yunjin did not say anything and only nodded gently.
No wonder he could write such a poem. No wonder his casual comments enlightened people.
Grandmaster.
The person who spent the night alone with her was actually a Confucianist Grandmaster!
If she had known that this guy was a Confucianist Grandmaster, she would have taken him…
“Sister, do you think a Confucian Grandmaster can defeat 30,000 sword cultivators?” Yunduan looked nervously at Princess Yunjin, who was biting her lips and clenching her fists.
Her sister seemed to care a lot.
Was that for real?
A Confucian Grandmaster had the power of Heaven and Earth. Even 300,000 sword cultivators could be destroyed with a wave of his hand.
But without authority, then, the result…
Yunjin knew that he could not win.
“Break the formation?
“Sword cultivator?”
Han Muye’s voice contained a mighty force that attracted the power of heaven and earth.
A green-robed shadow condensed above his head.
Out of Body realm!
A folding fan unfolded in the palm of his astral body. With a light wave, Han Muye’s body landed in the mountain and river painting.
Seemingly endless purple clouds floated in the mountain and river painting.
He raised his hand and the folding fan turned into an ink brush.
“Today, Han Mu of the White Deer Mountain Academy is here to open a path to heaven for all the Confucian cultivators in the world!”
To open up a path to the heavens for all the Confucians in the world!
As soon as he said this, the world was shocked!
Who would dare to say such bold words?
Be it Dongfang Shu or Su Zizhan, the countless cultivators from Jinchuan, whether they were Confucian cultivators, spiritual cultivators, or demon cultivators, all widened their eyes and stared fixedly at Han Muye, who had the ink brush in his hand.
What kind of method could be called the Great Dao of Confucianism?
“Hum—”
With a rumble, a sword cry sounded from under the ink brush.
A line of golden words tore through the void, and a halo circulated.
“Sword, sharp blade, sharpen…”
Su Zizhan groaned and trembled.
A cold sword intent shot out from the poem!
This poem had sword intent!
“Is this a poem or a sword?”
“Using poetry as a sword, or a sword as a poem?”
Countless cultivators exclaimed.
The Confucian cultivators looked at the golden words in the sky and frowned.
With just this sentence, he dared to open the Great Dao?
However, just as this thought appeared, words appeared under Han Muye’s pen.
“The fragrance of the plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.”
The first sentence was to sharpen the sword and wait for the battle. The second sentence was to use the analogy of the plum blossom to describe Confucian cultivators!
Which Confucian cultivator in the world did not study hard?
As the winter plum blossoms proudly endured the snow, the determination in his heart did not waver.
With this determination, he would forge ahead and sharpen his sword skills!
With pride in his heart, with a sword in his hand!
A gentleman walked with a sword!
At this moment, a white-robed figure appeared in the void.
The figure was illusory. One could only see that it was a scholar in a white robe, a jade crown, and a scarf.
The Confucian scholar took a step forward. Sword light swirled behind him, and the golden Great Spirit turned into armor.
“Soldiers, experienced in hundreds of battles, wore armor…”
The Confucian scholar unsheathed the sword in his hand. The bright sword light from a hundred miles away made one’s heart turn cold.
“It took 10 years of hard work to sharpen this sword and the blade as sharp as frost has not yet been tested. Today, I’ll put it out in front of you. Please tell me who has encountered injustice.”
With his sword in hand, the scholar stepped into the sword formation.
Accompanying him were thousands of sword lights that soared into the sky, using the Great Spirit as a sword!
At this moment, the Great Spirit surged uncontrollably from countless Confucian cultivators.
Long swords materialized in midair.
“So this is the true appearance of Confucianism!” Someone shouted and raised his hand to hold the long sword above his head.
“Using poetry as a sword, is this really the path of Confucianism’s cultivation?” Su Zizhan muttered. He turned around and looked at the countless sword lights behind him.
Over there, there were white-haired students, green-robed elementary scholars, white-robed senior scholars, and military officers with golden seals in their hands.
At that moment, all of them had swords in their hands.
Why was there a need to distinguish between books and swords?
Were they afraid that the hand holding the sword would become callused and they would not be able to lift the ink brush?
“If this method of using poetry as a sword is successful, all the Confucian cultivators in the world will no longer have to struggle to become scholar officials, often achieving nothing after working hard for decades.” Below, on the immortal ship, Princess Yunjin clenched her fists and spoke with a trembling voice.
“Is he crazy?” He Jing’s eyes widened as he looked at the phantom of the Confucian scholar who had charged into the sword formation. “Isn’t he afraid of attracting the suppression of the Imperial City Academy by competing with the Confucianists for the fate of Confucianism?”
Hearing his words, Su Zizhan shook his head, “Who are you? Why would you…”
Before he could finish, he suddenly stopped and stared straight ahead.
Over there, Han Muye left his body and waved his hand.
Countless golden words condensed into one with the purple will of the people!
“Raise your head, the clouds in the northwest, and lean on the sky for ten thousand miles with your sword.
“Killing a man in 10 steps, not leaving a trace for a thousand miles. When you’re done, shake off the dust and leave, concealing your name and identity.
“The sword is dark as water, red and wet with blood.
“Aim for the sky with the sword in the day and return drunk in the twilight.
“With the three-foot Dragon Spring Sword in hand, I will not rest until I remove evil.
“Sword Qi travels 30,000 miles, and a sword light freezes 19 continents.”
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