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Emperor Yan's capital.

Many people and monks raised their heads and looked at the imperial city with sword energy rising to the sky. They all looked up in shock, not knowing what was going on.

Ning Zhong's figure hovered above the dazzling golden sea of ​​clouds, his eyes were sharp, he looked around and sneered:

"Although I, Ning Zhong, am just a swordsmith and don't have great wisdom, and I am far behind the Five Sages of Confucianism, how can it be so difficult to kill a few unruly old bastards here?"

"Listen up, everyone, in the world of Middle-earth, among all the countries, which dynasty dares to take in this old bastard Xun Yu, and which power dares to use his teachings? As long as I, Ning Zhong, am here, I will destroy your family's dragon veins. They will be smashed to pieces, and then their heads will be smashed, and everything will end up like the Southern Zhou Dynasty, believe it or not."

As soon as these words were finished, they were passed through the three major incense temples: Wenchang Pavilion, Jinshen Temple, and Chenghuang Temple, and through the mouths of the golden stone statues, to the capitals of all major dynasties, including the golden body temples in many large and small states. It was full of warnings and full of murderous intent.

The entire Middle-earth world knows the name Xun Yu, and also knows that there is a saint who kills people in the sky and is definitely not easy to mess with.

At this time, the square at the foot of Changle Palace had broken into a huge spider web after being heavily trampled by the military saint.

The banquet was over, and Lu Mingyuan and Luo Ying also left the scene.

Only the imperial army dispatched to the imperial city to search for Lu Yunwan's hurried figure.

This turmoil was originally initiated by Lu Yunwan himself, but now it seems that Xun Yu was clearly behind the scenes, so how to determine the culpability in the end is very complicated.

At the very least, people have to take control first.

An alley in the imperial city.

Luo Ying came into the darkness, and his figure had changed back to its original appearance. Sister Qing Leng's appearance remained unchanged, and she tied her ponytail back up, revealing her plump and white forehead.

Lu Mingyuan followed him, the scene of seeing the Soldier Saint taking action was still playing in his mind, and he couldn't let it go for a long time.

It turns out that the upper three realms can be so strong.

At first, he thought that the fisherman worshiper in the twelfth realm was already very powerful and could instantly kill a violent dragon soul that was three thousand years old.

Later, when I saw the Soldier Saint take action, I realized that there was someone outside.

Without the reliance of external objects, the monks themselves can turn the clouds upside down and destroy a country's national destiny in a snap of the fingers.

At the same time, he also knows that even if he is as strong as the Soldier Saint, he cannot do whatever he wants.

From Xun Yu's words, it seemed that this military sage had committed some serious taboo and had made himself a prison for three hundred years, hiding in a Confucian temple.

If you violate the rules, will you be condemned by the saints of the three religions?

It's not his turn to worry about what will happen next.

It's just that he is very curious about the mysterious stage of reaching the third level.

After all, he was already a middle-level fifth-level monk in the sea-viewing realm. He was still some distance away from reaching the ninth-level Dragon Gate, but the distinction between the upper and third levels was still blurry.

Luo Ying, whose back was beautiful and moving, turned around and found Yang Erlang in a daze. He waved his hand in front of him and frowned: "Why are you dazed? It's time to go back and resume your life. I guess Wujian Pavilion will fall apart soon. By then, You and I, make the appropriate preparations."

"The Wujiang Pavilion is falling apart?"

Lu Mingyuan said in astonishment.

Luo Ying nodded: "Xun Guoshi was the one who supported King Jin. Now for some reason, he actually ended up personally and angered the two saints. He should not dare to take the lead in a short time. Wujiang Pavilion without Xun Guoshi is definitely not Lu Yunqing's opponent now. .”

For this, Lu Mingyuan could easily think of the reason.

The reason why Xun Yu took action.

It's largely because of him.

Why do you say that?

According to Xun Yu's original plan, after the collapse of the Yunwan Chamber of Commerce, the power behind the Seventh Prince should also have crossed. Lu Yunwan, who lost the support of the Chamber of Commerce, had nothing to fear, just like the Third Prince Lu Guangyao, who lost the support of a family of military generals, had completely Having lost his value, he could only stay in the house and practice martial arts, and he had no chance of winning the heir apparent.

This is the best way to truly destroy a person.

What Lu Mingyuan originally thought was that King Jin had a way to send smuggled armor into Prince Langya's palace, so why not send him a dragon robe and falsely accuse the other party of treason?

Only now did he truly understand Xun Yu's intentions.

This person is good at killing people and killing people's hearts. The reason why the mastermind is the mastermind is precisely because he can capture the opponent's psychology and make a person completely die. If he uses Longpao to rebel, he still has a lot of power to fight back. There is still room for self-proof and he cannot achieve the purpose of killing his heart. However, with the pressure of the Golden Crow Kingdom and the seizure of the Yunwan Chamber of Commerce by the imperial court, the two-layer plan , will make Lu Yunwan completely unable to fight back, and let the momentum behind him completely dissipate.

However, under his interference, the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming took action and gave some guidance, bringing Lu Yunwan back to life and giving him the capital to fight back.

The failure of Lu Guangjing's plan caused a backlash in the realm, which has greatly threatened Xun Yu's plan. If no changes are made to break the deadlock.

The King of Jin, Lu Guangjing, gradually perished under the attack of Lu Yunwan and Lu Yunqing.

In order to prevent this from happening, Xun Yu took action personally.

He first intensified the contradiction between the seventh and eighth brothers, and used some unknown means to let Lu Yunwan kill Princess Ning, which damaged the eighth brother's Taoist heart, and then King Jin could find a new path out of death.

Even if he does this, his clone will be killed by the Soldier Saint.

If you don't do this, King Jin will slowly perish.

Only now did Lu Mingyuan truly see the situation and Xun Yu's thoughts.

The mastermind of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, who was worthy of Qi Xingyan's tenth level of chess skills, actually dared to take risks and offended two saints, and entered the game with his own life to break the deadlock.

But whether he can escape unscathed in the end depends on his own ability.

Lu Mingyuan has one advantage as a slave of the fourth surname.

The news is extremely circulated.

There is basically no news in Dayan Capital that he does not know. There may be different information gaps among certain forces, but in his eyes, there is no such obstacle at all.

On the road, nothing happened.

Lu Mingyuan asked the woman with a straight back in front of him: "Lord Luo Ying, tell me how the three upper realms are divided, and how many realms does a being like the Soldier Saint belong to?"

Luo Ying didn't look back and walked straight forward: "With your current level of cultivation, it's hard to say whether you can jump over the Dragon Gate. Why ask so much?"

"Sir, do you think so little of me?"

Hearing this, Luo Ying finally turned around, looked Lu Mingyuan up and down, and her red lips moved slightly: "There are different opinions on the upper three realms. Each of the three religions has its own divisions. There are countless legends and classics, and there are very few people who have arrived, so there is no clear limit. , without an authoritative person summarizing and defining it, it would be difficult for me to answer you, and this is the most important reason."

"Today, the clearest division is between Confucianism and Taoism. They have left the largest number of classics and the clearest division."

"Among them, the thirteenth realm of Confucianism is called Zunsheng. The sages in this realm have the qualifications to establish a religion and be called saints. They can be respected as saints and can hold high official positions in Confucian temples. The military saints are military saints. , Three hundred years ago, Hedao Buddhism reached the fourteenth realm, but now it has been three hundred years, and from my perspective, it has fallen to the peak of the thirteenth realm."

"Hedao?" Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but interrupt.

Luo Ying nodded slightly: "Yes, the middle fifth level is the five realms of enlightenment, while the upper third level is the combined state."

"As for the fourteenth realm, it is called Confucian Sage. It is a saint whose doctrines founded in the Middle-earth world are recognized by heaven. They are spread all over the world, and they are all in this realm, such as Li Sage and Literary Sage."

"As for the fifteenth state, according to the Confucian Temple itself, only the five great Confucian ancestors have reached this state."

Lu Mingyuan thought about it: "Are they the Five Sages of Confucianism? The Saints of Benevolence and Saints, the Saints of Liturgical Saints?"

"right."

Luo Ying nodded.

"Where's that door?"

Luo Ying slowly said: "The thirteenth realm is the realm of human immortality, and the fourteenth realm is the realm of ascension. The former can survive the tribulation of immortals, gather three flowers on top, establish a religion and call himself the ancestor, and the great road is first established. It is Feng Xu Yufeng who creates good fortune. Boundless Immortal.”

"The fourteenth realm is the continuation of the thirteenth realm. After joining the Tao, one can ascend to the Heavenly Gate, and is also called the Heavenly Lord, the Tao Lord, or the Celestial Immortal. For example, the master in charge of the Fuyao Sword Palace where I was originally was the Fuyao Tao Lord."

Lu Mingyuan nodded, as if he remembered it.

The eleventh realm is a true person, the twelve realms are a true king, and the fourteenth realm can be called a Taoist king.

Lu Mingyuan asked: "Are those fifteen realms the Taoist ancestors?"

"About that. The three ancestors of the Taoist sect are all in this state, but they haven't been seen for thousands of years. I don't know if they have died."

After talking for a long time, Lu Mingyuan still hadn't heard about the divisions of martial arts.

Martial arts is your own path, and you must understand it clearly.

"What about martial arts?"

Luo Ying glanced at him and sneered: "Your martial arts is the most bizarre. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. There are not many people who have reached the upper three realms. The realm is the most blank. Because you have to know that in the ancient times, there were only ten realms. In the medieval era, there were only ten realms. It was later filled in that it became fourteen realms, and I don’t know where the last realm came from. So I know the least.”

Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but feel ashamed when he heard this.

"I only know that the thirteenth realm of martial arts is called Martial Saint. The person closest to this realm is Sword Master, one of the four great worshipers of your Great Flame. It is said that hundreds of years ago, Sword Master reached the thirteenth realm and killed He killed the demon king who was on the throne of the demon clan and became famous all over the world."

"Later, for some unknown reason, there were rumors in the world that Sword Master was seriously injured and fell back to the Twelve Realms."

Late at night.

In the Qianyuan Hall, above the dragon collapse is a dying emperor, surrounded by a seven-star lantern array to maintain his life.

Emperor Yong'an stood by the window.

Under the moonlight, the shadow of an old man with a clear temperament and purple robe slowly appeared on the side of the Dragon Collapse.

"Zhu An, when will this storm end?"

Emperor Yong'an did not look back and spoke slowly, his voice no longer breathy, dry and old.

"With the efforts of the Holy One, the King of Jin should be unable to continue. Lu Yunqing has grown up, and the knowledge of Neo-Confucianism should be promoted throughout the world. I hope that the Holy One will not forget his promise."

Emperor Yong'an said calmly: "My chessboard is the world, all the worlds, not the world of Middle-earth. Your vision should also be longer-term, and should not be shackled by an imperial capital. Only then can Neo-Confucianism spread throughout the world."

"Of course." The old man nodded.

"Then I'll wait and see."