Chapter 21: The Two-Yin-Yang Mirror, Confucianism, and Taoism
After three quarters past noon

Outside the palace of the county lord and prince

The sword shines brightly and is extremely sharp.

It is like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

Wherever he passed, the wind and clouds were turbulent.

“coming!”

“What an amazing sword energy!”

“It’s actually true that he can refine his spirit at the age of nine!”

The Wang family was born in Jinling. The first head of the family was the Grand Commandant of the County. He was a military commander of the first rank.

It’s a pity that it is a nominal position and he doesn’t have much real power.

Later, he retired and returned to his hometown, and sold the house directly.

It was not until Wang Ziteng gradually climbed up that the Wang family purchased a three-story house in Shenjing City again.

At this time, don’t expect to have a house in a good location, or even one close to the imperial city.

The house is not in the middle of trouble, but it is not very quiet either.

Today, the passers-by and peddlers coming and going outside Wang’s house are all filled with spies from various families.

There were even quite a few nosy dignitaries in the capital who disguised themselves and hid in the dark to watch.

The dazzling sword light fell from the sky and was visible to the entire Shenjing City, immediately attracting the attention of countless people.

“Jia Cong, how dare you!”

Wang Ziteng, who had been waiting in the front yard, saw this scene.

His eyes were bulging with anger, it was clear that this sword was intended to raze the entire Wang family to the ground.

There was no mercy when he attacked.

“disease!”

Just as the entire Wang family was about to be pierced through by the sword, an old voice rang out.

A precious mirror rose from the palace and swelled in the wind.

Finally, it turned into a three-meter-sized mirror, and black and white light rose from it.

They merged into one, forming a huge yin-yang diagram that directly enveloped the sword light.

Yin and Yang strangled each other, and after a moment, the dazzling sword light disappeared into thin air.

“Liang Yi Mirror, this is the famous magic weapon of Qingxu, the great elder of Qingxu Dao in Wuyi Mountain!”

“A hundred years ago, Taoist Qingxu had already broken through to the Spirit Refining Stage.”

“Emperor Taizu once sent people to Mount Wuyi to convey his imperial decree that he be conferred the title of Liangyi Qingxu Dapin Zhenren.”

“Wang Ziteng actually invited even this person out?”

Among all the dignitaries in Shenjing, no one had expected that Wang Ziteng could actually invite out this veteran and powerful spiritual cultivator.

I was suddenly surprised.

……

“Ugh!”

“Uncle Zi Yi, why are you so cruel?”

An old Taoist priest wearing a Yin-Yang Taoist robe, dark and old, but with a face as rosy as a baby, flew out of the palace.

Look to the sky.

Jia Cong fell from the sky and landed in front of the old Taoist, more than ten feet away.

He was dressed like a scholar, with a plain robe rustling and a “splitting sword” dangling from his waist.

More like scholars than people who practice Qigong.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he lacked the elegance of a scholar.

“Master, if you don’t practice in the mountains and get involved in worldly affairs, aren’t you afraid that you will end up dead and your Taoism gone?”

“Hahaha, Uncle Zi Yi is indeed worthy of his reputation, young and energetic.”

Taoist Qingxu was not angry when he heard this, but laughed loudly.

“I came here today for no other reason than to mediate between them. I hope that Lord Ziyi and Lord Wang can make peace.”

“Two of my friends have the same idea as me.”

As Taoist Qingxu spoke, the main gate of the palace opened.

The real owner, Wang Ziteng, walked out with a gloomy face, followed by two people that Jia Cong had never seen before.

One of them was dressed as a soldier, wearing light armor and holding a spear.

The other person was dressed like a Confucian scholar, holding a scroll in his hand.

He looks elegant and full of scholarly air.

“This man is now the deputy commander of the Beijing Camp, Zhao Qi, Lord Zhao!”

“And this little friend Sun Ren is the youngest grandson of the current headmaster of Jiangnan Bailu Academy!”

… “The deputy commander of the Beijing Camp, Zhao Qi, a third-level innate warrior!”

“Sun Ren from Bailu Academy has developed a noble character since he was twelve years old. He won the top three prizes last year and is known as the Jiangnan Little Scholar.”

“Wang Ziteng actually has such connections?”

Taoist Qingxu’s introduction shocked everyone.

Zhao Qi, the deputy commander of the Beijing Camp, is not so bad. Although the third-level innate warriors are rare, there are still some in Shenjing City.

Then Sun Ren from Bailu Academy is extraordinary.

The Jiangnan area is where the Daqian literary style flourished and it is the stronghold of Confucianism.

The Bailu Academy is the most famous academy in Jiangnan, with nearly ten thousand students.

Second only to Confucius Forest, it is a holy place in the hearts of countless Confucian scholars.

In the imperial examination held every four years, there are students from Bailu Academy who pass the examination, and now they have formed a huge faction in the court.

Confucian practice is to cultivate the spirit of righteousness, which has its own profoundness.

The first realm is literary energy. In this realm, the majestic energy is just born. It does not have much magical powers, only the wonderful effects of sharp ears and eyes, etc.

The second realm is the literary courage. This realm has many means, such as Confucianism, Taoism, magic, brilliant writing and so on!
The third realm is literary mind. When one reaches this realm, he can be called a great scholar.

There was once a great scholar who was a hundred miles away and used the words of a sage to suppress the innate warriors.

Sun Ren is only sixteen years old this year, but he has already become a literary talent.

He was regarded as a future leader by Confucian scholars in Jiangnan, and considering his family background, one can imagine his background.

……

“Zhao Qi, I’ve heard the elders in my family mention you. When the Duke of Rong State led the Northern Expedition, you served under him.”

“He was the first to ascend the mountain once, and he killed three generals. He was promoted from a hundred households to a lieutenant general by Xianrong State as an exception.”

“Are you going to go against the Jia family today?”

Jia Cong was unmoved, but only looked at Zhao Qi, the deputy commander of the Beijing camp.

He secretly sighed in his heart that the Ning and Rong families were truly corrupt to the core.

Zhao Qi used to be the most important student and friend of the Jia family in the Beijing camp, but no one knew when he started to stand on Wang Ziteng’s side.

“Master, you should be loyal to the person who entrusted you with your mission!”

“Xian Rongguo has shown me kindness, and I will never forget it.”

“I came here today just to resolve…”

Zhao Qi was exposed as ungrateful in public and wanted to defend himself.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Jia Cong.

“No need to explain, I just want to confirm it, to prevent any innocent souls from falling under the sword!”

Today, the royal palace gathered a Taoist master who was cultivating the spirit and a martial artist who was born with innate martial arts.

Plus there is a “Jiangnan Little Wenkui” with a strong background.

If an ordinary sword cultivator came here, he would probably retreat and avoid it.

But for Jia Cong…

It’s nothing more than a few more souls killed by the sword, and maybe there will be unexpected gains.

The words fell.

With a crisp “clang” sound, the divine power began to operate.

The “splitting sword” is unsheathed!
This is the first time that this six-refined magic weapon has exerted its full power since it fell into Jia Cong’s hands.

The sword energy split into rays of light, hanging down like raindrops.

The mystery of divine power was fully displayed at this moment.

Even the Taoist Qingxu, who had been practicing spiritual cultivation for over a hundred years, had a solemn expression on his face.

“Since Uncle Zi Yi wants to spar with you, then I will have no choice but to accompany you!”

The Yin-Yang Mirror rose again, evolving into layers of yin and yang light.

Resisting the sword energy!

“The Master said: A man of noble character and integrity will not seek to live at the expense of his integrity, but will rather sacrifice his life to achieve his integrity.”

Sun Ren from Bailu Academy also began to recite Confucian classics.

Its sound is grand and its spirit is majestic.

A Confucian scholar at the Wendan level is even comparable to a warrior or a cultivator of Qi in terms of his methods of killing.

However, you can use various methods by appreciating the words of saints.

In his hand, the Confucian books treasured by the Bailu Academy glowed faintly.

Finally, the light fell on the innate warrior Zhao Qi.

At this moment, blessed by Confucianism and Buddhism, the will of martial arts is manifested.

Transformed into a black python.

(End of this chapter)