Sword Dao Alchemy

Lin Yun walked as fast as flying, and the obsessed figures of the students around him kept falling at his feet and then dissipated.

There was a half-broken giant stele in the center of the stele forest.

Although it was broken, it still stood tall, still carrying the source of civilization, and guarding it alone over the years.

The flesh and blood body can be broken, but the literary and cultural spirit will not be destroyed.

Lin Yun was not far from the broken stele.

The person sitting here was already a learned scholar and a gentleman who had achieved success.

"A modest gentleman should be respectful and polite, and walk slowly. How can you enter the land of saints with such a wolf-like walk and tiger-like steps like you, who is abrupt and unruly?"

Suddenly, a Confucian scholar with a high hat and a wide belt, and a shining head, holding a huge pen like a rafter, smashed towards Lin Yun.

"Ha! He looks modest on the outside, but he is a tiger and wolf in his heart, which makes people unable to guard against him. Isn't it more despicable and shameless!"

Lin Yun sneered, and his strong will swept over.

The giant pen broke, and the image of the Confucian scholar with a bright head shattered and disappeared into thin air.

"You are so bold that you dare to insult the sage's gate. You should be killed..."

For a moment, it actually angered many successful scholars, who shouted and cursed.

Some of them spit out three-foot swords, while others held scriptures and inkstones...

They rushed towards Lin Yun, with a desperate momentum.

Even the gloomy clouds and mists in the sky gathered here.

At the huge broken monument, dark clouds were low and the wind was bleak...

"Wang Yang, Lu Luo and others were so frivolous that they were laughed at for their writings.

Your bodies and names will be destroyed, but the rivers and streams will flow forever."

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"Fighting with golden drums at dawn and sleeping with jade saddles at night.

I would like to take the sword from my waist and kill Lou Lan."

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"My hair was standing on end with anger, and the rain stopped at the railing.

I am so ambitious that I would eat the meat of the barbarians when I am hungry and drink the blood of the Xiongnu when I am thirsty."

...

Famous scholars and noble men recited classics, turned into poems and swords, and covered the sky.

It collided with the black clouds in the sky, and thunder and lightning appeared, tearing the sky apart.

The swords were cold, and the thunder and lightning roared, suppressing Lin Yun.

To completely suppress this arrogant man who dared to despise the way of the saints.

"Haha~~~ I know what I want, why would I try to measure the heart of the saint. The way of heaven is vast and my heart is calm!"

Lin Yun laughed loudly. Although his words were arrogant, his heart was full of righteousness, which could not be violated by evil obsessions.

As people laughed, the Qiankun Sword appeared and golden light burst out.

In the golden light, countless classics emerged.

The whistling swords and lightning hit the words of the classics, breaking and annihilating one after another...

"I didn't expect this kid to look like a rogue, but his knowledge is so extensive..."

"We are so shallow in front of him, and countless years of withering seem to be in vain..."

...

The images that rushed over lamented, or retreated to their original positions, with empty eyes.

Or they dissipated directly into the invisible, and got rid of the obsessions that had been withering for countless obsessions, and were completely relieved.

In the sky, the condensed clouds of sorrow and mist dispersed again, floating in the air, and transformed into colorful brilliance...

Lin Yun was under the colorful clouds, walking through lonely shadows, and came to the huge broken monument.

On the base of the broken monument, there was a roll of bamboo slips.

It was green and emerald, as if it had been made of fresh bamboo just yesterday.

However, there were two missing bamboos.

Lin Yun saw the gaps on the bamboo slips and smiled slightly, and he already understood.

He took out two green jade slips of good luck from his body and inserted them into the gaps.

Dewdrops oozed out of the jade slips and rolled.

The color of the jade slips also changed slightly, and it was as perfect as the other bamboo slips.

At this time, the jade slips also turned into bamboo slips.

The complete bamboo slips unfolded.

There was not a single word in it.

Lin Yun took out the stone knife he got in the Broken Soul Valley and casually carved a sentence on the bamboo slip.

"Only gentlemen and villains are difficult to raise!"

As for why he carved this sentence, there was no reason.

It was just a thought in his mind.

But as soon as the words were carved.

An illusory old man jumped out of the bamboo slips.

Looking at the old man's face, he was exactly the same as the old man selling stones in the Broken Soul Valley.

"Could it be the same person?" Lin Yun was secretly shocked.

Of course, if it is the same person, it cannot be considered a person.

It can also be said that it is a little obsession or a spirit transformed by the classic text.

"Boy! Why are you writing nonsense? If you hadn't invited me to drink, I would have beaten you up today!"

The old man jumped up and down, cursing angrily.

Lin Yun knew that this old man was the old man.

"Thank you for the gift of the knife!"

Lin Yun was not angry, and bowed with a smile.

"You little guy... just came all the way here, you were so rude, but now you are so polite."

The old man stared, but the anger on his face gradually disappeared.

He then said, "The sage said that only women and villains are difficult to raise. How can you change it?"

"You have to tell me the truth now, otherwise, you can't take away the things hidden here."

"Oh! The old senior asked me to tell him the truth, so I will tell him." Lin Yun chuckled and continued, "Gentlemen are also raised by women."

Hearing Lin Yun's words, the old man was stunned and showed some shame on his face.

Lin Yun's words caught him off guard.

Gentlemen are not made of stone.

Sages are not made of stone.

The words of the sage are indeed a bit inappropriate.

But he was unwilling to admit defeat and argued: "I'm not saying you're changing the words of the saints. I'm just asking you, why do you compare gentlemen and villains?"

Lin Yun seemed to have expected him to ask this question. He sneered and said, "A gentleman cultivates himself, manages his family, and pacifies the world, right?"

"That's natural." The old man said proudly, "A gentleman establishes himself, has lofty ambitions, and his name is passed down from ancient times to the present."

"That's right! According to the old senior, gentlemen admire reputation." Lin Yun said with a smile.

"So what?" The old man heard something unkind in Lin Yun's voice, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Gentlemen admire reputation! Villains chase after profit." Lin Yun smiled faintly.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Of course. A villain who steals chickens and dogs and pursues the profit of copper smells is completely different from a gentleman."

"Indeed!" Lin Yun sighed, "But fame and fortune are inseparable."

"How many gentlemen pursue profit after becoming famous. How many villains, after becoming wealthy, use profit to gain fame!"

"So, gentlemen and villains are just a matter of order."

"No matter whether they are gentlemen or villains, they will eventually be trapped by fame and fortune."

"So, what's wrong with putting them on the same level?"

"After all, the sufferings in this world are just more ordinary people who cannot become famous and cannot become villains."

The old man's face changed drastically when he heard it. What Lin Yun said has been like this since ancient times, without any mistake.

Even if there are true gentlemen in the world who are indifferent to fame and fortune, they will eventually end up in poverty. Who will remember their good names?

His face was distorted, but he shouted again, "You are still wrong. The words of the saints may not mean this at the beginning."

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