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“A master is one who imparts knowledge, teaches lessons, and clears up doubts! A national master is someone who takes the objects of imparting knowledge, teaching lessons, and clearing up doubts from individuals to the entire nation. To put it simply—you are to teach the people true skills.”
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"That won't do. It simply won't do. My master said that the true scriptures cannot be passed on lightly. I won't teach my book to anyone, not even you. Even if you were to shave your head, take the novice's vow, and burn incense and pay respects to the Buddha for many years, I might consider sharing a little."
"Haha! Even I! Meaning I'm still rather special, right Little Monk - you know you can't do it, so I won't let you do the work of a National Master. You just stay here and listen to me babble."
“Wasn’t this also done by someone else”
Of course.
Who is supposed to be doing this
"A eunuch. Don't worry - a eunuch is the same as a monk."
"Okay!"
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As twilight fell, light spilled into the center of the corridor, brighter than usual. It seemed to understand that the speaker was imprisoned and wouldn't be there long.
And the chattering voice gradually died down in the dark room, and then escaped out the skylight.
A pure white ship, flying in the high sky.
But evading capture from human sight, it also remained beyond the reach of human hearing.
Therefore, even though it traverses the vast sky at such high speed, passing by countless people and billions of lives, it remains unknown to all.
The wind is gentle, like silk strands floating at the edge of the boat.
Standing on this boat where threads of experience intertwine, the waves are calm, like walking on solid ground. The sea of clouds is a reassuring homeland.
Ye Qingyu's skirt fluttered like a cloud of silk, as she asked, "Is there any connection between Ji Jinglu and you"
"Just stating facts," Jiang Wang smiled. "Why do you ask"
Ye Qingyu brushed a strand of her long hair behind her ear: "What I mean is, the most heroic man in ancient and modern times is seeking to prove his way... If there's any connection between you two, maybe wait a little longer After all, there's strength in numbers!"
Jiang Wang's eyelids jumped: "When did this happen I don't know."
This Pavilion Master Lingxiao, there are too many secrets hidden on his body
Over there, they're flaunting Xian Du for all to see. Here, they're secretly working towards enlightenment. The old horse still rests in its stable, tireless! It's no wonder he could befriend the headmaster of Qingya Academy.
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Jiang An'an mumbled aside: "He won't let me say—say who leaked this news to you, whoever it is isn't from Lingxiao Pavilion. They'll be expelled from the sect!"
“Oh, so strict!” Jiang Wang stared at her younger sister: “So you really kept it from me”
Jiang An'an spoke righteously: "I am a disciple of the suzerain, Ling Xiao Pavilion! I share the glory and disgrace of my sect, life and death. The honor of Ling Xiao is above all else!"
Jiang Wang glanced at Jiang An'an who was quietly pointing at the hairpin, knowing that certain people could hear what they were about to say.
"A'an, Ye Gezhu is a hero throughout the ages. He was sincere to you and also took good care of me. It's understandable that you consider his feelings. I understand! Such a heroic figure should have long reached the pinnacle. I'm truly happy for him!"
"Don't worry, I have nothing to do with Ji Jinglu. He should be thanking me!"
As they spoke, the pure white boat had crossed mountains and valleys in a flash. When the scenery that couldn't catch up with the flying boat returned to their field of vision, it was a fertile plain, Tianfeng Valley, Shierlou, and stars filling the sky —
Now we're already in the entire mortal world, the closest place to Starry Sky.
"Oh!" Jiang An'an's voice had a hint of joy: "Why did you come to Xingyueyuan"
She really loves the atmosphere of Baiyu Jing. The people here are also cute, all of them adorable.
"Ha! Master!" Bai Yu Xia walked out of the tavern door, excitedly waving at the sky: "You're such a rare guest, haven't seen you in ages!"
“Where’s Chu Yao” Jiang Wang didn't have time to chat with the shopkeeper. His eyes flashed, transforming into a tangible 'rope,' swiftly piercing into the building. With a light twist, he bound Chu Yao, who was copying sword scriptures and embodying sword intent through words, and dragged him outside.
Jiang Wang was his master, and he had learned from many schools. He had worked in the Baiyu Jing Restaurant and learned a few tricks from everyone there. Faced with this sudden accident, he struggled with several ways to deal with it—unfortunately, none of them were successful.
“Who are you, daring to cause trouble in the Star Moon Plain Do you know my master—my teacher!” Chu Yao sheathed her sword and rushed over, hugging his leg with tears welling up in her eyes: “It’s been so long since I’ve seen my master!”
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Jiang Wang raised his foot to stop him, a look of disdain on his face: "Look at you, so lazy. Even if you can't block the perception line, at least run a few more steps. You haven't learned your master's movements at all!"
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Chu Yao thought to himself, "I'm someone who bends over seven times in an instant. But I can't talk back."
Master Jiang was just about to board the boat and leave.
Bai Yu Xia cried out again.
“Where are we going” The man hung his sword at his waist, a eager look on his face. “Take me with you,” he said.
Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then didn't waste any time, shouting: "Yu Chan, come aboard!"
Suddenly, a graceful figure darted out. Lian Yuchuan, with her twin swords drawn, soared through the clouds like an eagle before gracefully landing on the boat's deck. With practiced ease, she greeted everyone: "Miss Ye! An An! Xiao Hui!"
The shopkeeper Bai didn't need the host to say anything more, he had already nonchalantly flicked his robe corner and sat down on the edge of the boat.
"Manager Bai!" Jiang Wang casually said, "Qingyu is now running an inn. She has thirteen branches across the countries. I often see her balancing accounts, it's very hard work. If you have time, you should exchange ideas with her - her ledgers aren't as straightforward as yours look."
Bai Yu Xia's figure flickered, and she was about to jump down again.
Ye Qingyu covered her mouth and smiled, "We can't really compare. A tavern and an inn are different things entirely. There's no comparison to be made. As for this ledger, I'm just a novice. I barely understand it myself!"
"Oh, you flatter me." Bai Yuxia settled down: "Miss Ye is intelligent and talented in the arts. Yun Guo is a renowned commercial hub with generations of established businesses. I am just a newcomer to accounting, that's all. I can't trust anyone else to manage the accounts for the tavern, so I reluctantly take on the task."
Jiang Wang didn't say anything, his eyes flickered, and the sight-bearing vessel had already turned around, heading towards the high heavens.
From Xingyueyuan to Jingguo, there is still a considerable distance. The Central Plains is vast and has once been home to thousands of nations, each with its own unique culture and temples. Over many years, they have gradually merged, and today there are about a hundred countries left, all belonging to the Dao.
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The scenery of the mortal world seen from high above sometimes becomes just a fleeting glimpse. No wonder that as one goes higher, humanity becomes harder to see. Heavenly beings do not see mortals, nor can they see their joys and sorrows, hear their laughter and tears. Over time, one ceases to see "people."
The vessel of experience traveled too swiftly. The magnificent scenery of the Central Domain was not given time to be fully appreciated, yet the invisible barrier had already been breached.
Misty clouds swirled like curtains, and the clear stream gurgled like a fairy's song. Jiang An'an stood on the pure white flying boat, a gray dog by her side. Before her stretched an endless cliff face, its peak hidden from view, with no end in sight to either side. A warm, shimmering light flowed, unmistakably jade, where could one find any trace of stone
Before the boundless stone walls, there is a winding stream. By the bank of the stream stands a square of white stones.
Upon a white stone sat a man in brocade, with a noble face and an upright bearing. In his hand he held an iron fan, and gazed this way with his eyes.
In an instant, the mountains were stripped of their colors.
His eyebrows are like mountains, and his eyes are like the moon.
He just slowly lifted his eyes, like a towering mountain rising from the earth with a mighty rumble.
In the Lingxiao Pavilion, where she was raised bold and fearless, Jiang An'an, upon seeing this scene and such a grand display of the Grandmaster's aura, was momentarily taken aback. But her elder brother's gentle voice reached her ears, calming her down: "Don't be distracted, make the most of your time, see as much as you can."
Master Jiang naturally wanted the young lady to see the boundless stone carvings.
On the endless stone wall, there are forty-nine scriptures of Taoist classics. Throughout millennia, they have constantly been updated, always representing the peak of Taoist scholarship.
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Ji Jinglu's choice to duel Jiang Wang here perfectly reflects his determination to complete his path and reach the pinnacle of martial arts. If the realm of martial arts is a fertile ground where countless trees grow, then Ji Jinglu, representing scholarly pursuit, will be the most towering tree among them all.
Of course, the scriptures on this endless stone wall would also be open to Elder Jiang, who stands before the sword and helps him hone his path. Whether Jiang Wang needs them or not, it is his sincerity.
But he never expected that Jiang Wang would actually bring a whole ship of people! This pure white vessel was packed to the brim with people and dogs, all eager to learn.
His eyes, which had been filled with fighting spirit, looked over. Seeing these people, he couldn't help but be taken aback.
"Master Ji Zong," Jiang Zhenren was still a bit embarrassed: "I invited these friends and family to watch the match and see the style of Jing Guo's martial arts master. I wonder if it is appropriate"
“What's there to be concerned about!” Ji Jinglu smiled. “Dao follows nature, heaven and earth nurture all things, everything is interconnected. The 'door' of the Dao School has never been about dominating the world, but about welcoming all beings! Please feel free to come.”
With a casual sweep of his hand, he dispelled the clouds and mist from the boundless stone wall. The inscription that embodied the principles of heaven and earth was then imprinted into everyone's eyes.
On the pure white boat, Jiang An'an, Chu Yao, Ye Qingyu, Bai Yuxia, and Lian Yuchuan each occupied a space, sitting or standing, gazing at the boundless stone wall in contemplation. Even Chunchui, its dog eyes wide open, seemed absorbed in thought.
Those who have predestined karmic connections with the Daoist scriptures see what they see. Moreover, this vision of a fairy ship protects their path.
Although this boundless stone wall is extremely precious, a little more time wouldn't hurt. However, Jiang Wang didn't deliberately waste time. With a step forward, he leaped from the boat of experience, light as a bird: "Master Ji Zong, Mi Zhi once said that Heaven forbids it—— after all, he is a demon, not close to the world of humans and immortals. Let me test you with this sword!"
He came defying the heavens, feigning the will of heaven, and struck with a blow "Heaven Forbid"!
This is the sword of a peak that Heaven does not allow in martial arts.
Mi Zhiben had once been summoned, but was held back by Jiang Wang himself. At this moment when Ji Jinglu was fully prepared, he would be further honed by the Heavenly Dao.
This can be seen as a tribulation, after passing through it, one is reborn.
Since Ji Jinglu is so open and honest, he must also come up with something genuine. This is the deception technique he's trying out.
He is truly fighting on behalf of Heaven now, he just missed the period when he could have reached the peak of martial arts.
This is actually an extremely dangerous state as well—on the one hand, he sealed his celestial-human state, cutting off the influence of Heaven. On the other hand, he responded to the call of Heaven and borrowed the power of Heaven to act, deceiving Heaven itself.
It's like tying the power of Heaven outside the door, preventing it from entering or leaving. That means Heaven doesn't have a specific personality or will, otherwise this house would be destroyed.
But if such an attempt were to succeed, Jiang Wang could use the method of "deceiving heaven" to borrow the power of heaven without actually entering it.
Ji Jinglu sat on the white stone, staring blankly at the drooping blade.
This posture is just like that of someone seeking the way from Bu Lian.
A martial artist who has reached the twenty-sixth heaven of martial arts, even a single hair on his head can support a mountain.
He, however, seemed overburdened. His once upright posture gradually stooped.
Jiang Wang's eyes held no emotion at this moment, and his sword didn't waver even slightly. It was impossible to doubt his resolve to act as Heaven's instrument and "sever" the rebellious.
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One seems to be waiting for death, the other seems to be about to kill.
Just as Chang Xiang Si was about to fall—
Ji Jinglu's iron fan was already open, and he swung it high into the air.
Huuuuhhhh... A torrent of roars, surging through the air. They coalesce into a mountain of wind and thunder, roaring towards the heavens.
The wind once again brought fog, the mist gathered into clouds, and the clouds surged like a sea.
The clouds surged like seas, pushing mountains upon mountains, layer upon layer.
Between Jiang Wang and Ji Jinglu, there was no empty space left. All the space was filled with Ji Jinglu's martial intent.
The tip of the sword landed on the clouds and mountains in the painting, like a speck of ink bursting open into a cloud.
The lofty peak, the boundless sea of clouds, all shattered in an instant, dispersed like smoke and mist.
Heaven forbid!
But Ji Jinglu had already stepped off the stone and stood by the clear stream.
He no longer lifted his head, but the stream reflected him.
He held an iron fan in his right hand and with his left, he pointed a finger. The reflection of the water shimmered like fish, leaping upstream in the season of flow.
A warrior with a white stone fan, the clouds and scattered winds in the sky, a fairy boat not seen in the picture, on the boat, a person gazing at the endless stone wall...
In short, this scene is encompassed within the artistic conception of martial arts, and then leaps onto Ji Jinglu's fingertips, converging into a ball of light with a diameter of half an inch—a universe held within his fingertips.
Ji Jinglu raised his left hand, the light ball at his fingertips meeting Chang Xiangsi's sword tip!
Just as the thought of longing invaded the fingertips' orb of light, outside Jiang Wang and his sword-wielding figure, a phantom of an inverted peak suddenly materialized.
This peak has the sky as its base and a sword as its tip. It hangs in the world, upside down from human experience.
This world births everything, and can also destroy everything. It is the condensation of the power of world destruction, the true embodiment of "Heaven's Disallowance"!
The phantom of this hanging peak appeared, instantly stilled the wind, halted the flow of water, and silenced the mountain stream, leaving no trace of vitality.
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Everything is suppressed, crushed.
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The stone where Ji Jinglu previously sat in meditation seeking the Tao has cracked! Throughout millennia, how many cultivators had meditated here, leaving behind so much Daoist resonance, yet it couldn't withstand this aftershock.
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Ji Jinglu laughed instead, his laughter booming. "What a 'heaven forbids'!"
Allowing that fingertip orb to be pinned by the sword tip, he turned his right hand, opening the iron fan with a twirl—
This spin, it was like turning some kind of switch.
There are often small and simple mechanisms. After tightening the knob and releasing it, the mechanism moves during the process of the knob rotating back and forth.
Ji Jinglu's iron fan manifested itself in this way at this moment.
Time, space, and primal energy—everything the iron fan touched was ensnared by it, spinning along with its movement.
It's an abnormal, upside-down feeling, as if the entire world is flipping under his control.
He, however, took a step forward, his whole body lowering until it was parallel with the ground. He walked upward on that precarious peak!
"Haven't you heard—people don't know!"
"Man's ignorance" against "Heaven's prohibition" is truly brilliant.
Ji Jinglu's brocade robes fluttered as he ascended, step by step. His power also swelled during his ascent.
During this struggle against "Heaven's Prohibition," he felt Wang Ao's journey of breaking through all obstacles to achieve martial supremacy. A look of joy at reaching the peak now graced his face.
There is truly no one in this world more suitable for honing a warrior's edge than Tianren Jiang Wang.
Ji Jinglu's heart was filled with twelve points of satisfaction. He was about to stand on the precarious peak and achieve martial arts supremacy.
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However—
With a casual flick of his hand, Jiang Wang pulled himself and Chang Xiangsi out of the "Heaven Forbids" inverted peak.
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With a single sword strike, the entire world plunged into darkness!
This kind of darkness is not the absence of light from heaven and earth, nor is it a manifestation of a "lightless" magical power.
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But instead, it's a bleak future, a dead end with no hope in sight, a darkness!
“Heaven’s Will” is the sword of Heaven.
Now, it is his Jiang Wang's sword.
The river of fate had been a treacherous swim, pitch black with no end in sight!
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He is here to sharpen his sword.
It is Ji Jinglu who encourages himself, and it is also himself.
He is willing to help Ji Jinglu achieve success, but he also wants to win.
Since Ji Jinglu compares this battle to a grand display of the Mandate of Heaven, he will showcase the vastness of the river of destiny!
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