Chapter 247 One Man Should Not Understand On His Own

Beneath the warning of "Sir, do not understand on your own" and the rampant onslaught of fists, the blue-robed scholar had no choice but to submit. Or rather, after the initial cause and effect of becoming a disciple was established, he had already fallen into a state of absolute passivity, and this body was only an incarnation.

If his main body were to appear here, perhaps he could maneuver and restrain Yuanshi.

But did he dare?

The four divine swords floated in the void.

Putting aside these thoughts.

Once he appeared, there would inevitably be a turbulent battle, qi would surge forth, and it would be overwhelmingly powerful. Such a major event as the appearance of the [Fate] true body might even cause Fu Xi, Emperor Jun, and Da Zun, who were locked in a chaotic battle over there, to momentarily cease their strife and launch attacks across the ages from afar.

The "value" of [Fate] is that great.

Or rather, the priority of Fate in the eyes of all powerhouses is that high.

The moment he shows his face, he will be swarmed.

Unless Fate could instantly kill the black-haired Daoist before him without leaking his aura, or could leave instantly without being tainted by the slightest cause and effect, so that even Wei Yuan could not find the trail of the robe.

"If he observes the heavens, why is it that the Yuan Dynasty had no brilliance but only such a short reign?"

The white-haired Daoist added, "I also hope that you can fully inherit my swordsmanship and integrate fate and manipulation into swordsmanship, so that I can see a broader and more distant direction of swordsmanship. So, to some extent, telling you swordsmanship is also beneficial to me."

When the coarse young man mentioned this, he breathed out a cloud of white air, his face full of longing.

But in the long run, he couldn't help but feel it. He was, after all, an ordinary commoner from this era.

His blood was still warm.

"The world is in turmoil, and this disciple is unable to serve his master."

News from the villages and towns indicated that this world was starting to become chaotic again.

When the white-haired Daoist transformed the essence of his sword formation into a jade scroll and exchanged it with the blue-robed Fate for his partial understanding of the trajectory of fate, he reminded him with a peaceful expression:

He raised his head, looking towards the top of the mountain.

"Two heads are better than one."

He stepped forward to pay his respects.

"After you descend the mountain, do not engage in excessive slaughter."

"Descend the mountain?"

His eyes were dim, and cold air rose.

"It is my wish to observe the swordsmanship of the heroes of the heavens. I only worry that there are not enough."

At that time, the great trends of the heavens were surging. Trying to let go of everything would almost be a path to death.

Over the years, Zhang Sanfeng had slowly grown from a boy into a burly young man. Because he lived in the mountains and watched the turtles and snakes at play, he had also mastered the art of the spear. However, when he was young, he had said that he would stay with his teacher in the mountains as a cultivating Daoist.

But those who could restrain his sharpness were all from thousands of years ago.

Qiao Chao held Bao Yu's hand with a slight force.

"As long as there is injustice, even officials can be bound on the spot. There are too many officials, their power is too great, and there are too few checks and balances on them. The kind of things that happened in the Song Dynasty must never happen again. There must be various ways to restrain these officials."

The young man had a heavy killing intent. Even reciting Daoist and Buddhist scriptures could not dispel it in the slightest.

That young man knelt and prayed late at night, descending the mountain overnight. The snow had stopped, the sky was slightly bright, and the sun was rising. On the other side, due to the peculiarity of winter, the white moon was still faintly visible, as if the sun and moon were hanging in the sky at the same time. The Daoist breathed out a mouthful of white air, pointed to the sky, and said in a peaceful voice:

His whole body was stained with blood.

"If possible, one day I will imprint my swordsmanship on the heavens and earth, so that anyone with the will can learn it. A thousand people can see a thousand directions of swordsmanship, and the creatures in the world are countless. In this way, one can see a more distant direction of swordsmanship and endless possibilities."

Insanely arrogant!

This kind of arrogance mixed with madness felt very familiar.

Suddenly, his teacher's voice came from his ear.

What was he trying to use to stir fate?

And he would defeat all heroes.

But in this world, most things are unsatisfactory.

"Because the sharpness and the knives are only in the hands of the masters."

"My teacher saved me, my teacher doesn't want me, I can't not come to show filial piety."

This discussion lasted a very long time.

At this moment, it had already sprouted, grown branches, and then gradually extended and grew in the rain and dew.

Qiao Chao learned martial arts and writing on this mountain. Unlike Wei Yuan, they still needed to eat every day. They could grow their own food and hunt, but some daily necessities still needed to be bought from the mountain every once in a while. However, the city was peaceful and tranquil when he first went down the mountain, but later it gradually became dilapidated.

"I hope my teacher can enjoy his old age, live a long life, and be healthy."

After descending the mountain, Zhu Hongwu felt that the world was empty. Although he was free to go wherever he wanted, he did not know where to go. Suddenly, he stopped and looked up, seeing a figure on the pavilion ahead, holding a chess piece, frowning in thought. He had seen him once when he entered the mountain and knew that it was the Ancestral Master.

He knew that the latter wanted to make his swordsmanship public, allowing everyone in the world to learn and see it.

He could only exchange his partial understanding of fate for the swordsmanship of the person before him. If he wanted to obtain insights into fate, he would use the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation in exchange. There must be a match in value between cause and effect. However, when this transaction was proposed, the black-haired Daoist before him agreed without batting an eyelid.

"I have attained the Dao."

"Besides, if you don't even have the ambition to suppress all heroes, you wouldn't be standing here."

"Find my teacher."

However, he grasped the spear and gritted his teeth, saying, "...Disciple obeys."

The Daoist holding the chess piece lowered his eyes and did not look at the young man who possessed a cold heart. He held a chess piece in his hand and muttered to himself, "How to deal with the changes in the mountains and rivers?"

Looking down on the ages.

As the sky brightened, Qiao Chao looked at the incense that had burned out in the Three Pure Ones Hall, closing his eyes and saying nothing. He faintly heard the chanting of the *Huang Ting Jing*, but he could vaguely see the beacon fires and smoke, stirring up the mortal world. The tall young man bowed to the Ancestral Master, turned around, carried a spear in one hand, and stepped on the snow, walking towards his destiny with trepidation.

Zhu Hongwu was stunned and subconsciously replied, "If the mountains and rivers collapse, then rebuild them; if the Han Chinese clothing and culture are forgotten, then rebuild them; if people's hearts are lost, then slowly gather them again; if you see those who slaughter and forget righteousness, then kill them!"

PS: Today's first update... "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for sending the person here."

He was confident in his martial strength and could not stand idly by.

"The sun and moon hang in the sky, it should be [Ming] (bright)."

The Daoist lowered his eyes, looking at his own clothes. When this wisp of divine thought descended, he was not wearing a Daoist robe, but a blue shirt, his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin. His appearance was gentle and refined, precisely the [Sir Yuan] who walked the world during the Ming Dynasty in Dao Yan's memory.

Fate tossed the jade scroll and said, "Are you not worried that someone will surpass you?"

"I am young."

What a pity, what a pity.

He tidied up his clothes, did not touch the silver, but picked up a self-made spear, turned around, and walked out of the Three Pure Ones Hall step by step. Suddenly, he saw under the moonlight, his teacher, who had single-handedly killed hundreds of people and rescued him by killing more than a hundred, standing here. His white hair fell down, his sleeves moved slightly, and under the moonlight, he looked like an immortal of the world.

The blue-robed Daoist suddenly smiled:

Originally intending to be a Daoist in the mountains and inherit his teacher's mantle, Zhu Chongba was silent for a long time. His injuries had not yet healed. One night, he got up, silently looked at the ancestral master in the Three Pure Ones Hall, his body wrapped tightly like a mummy in a foreign tomb, but he still picked up three incense sticks and offered the last incense to the Three Pure Ones.

He was not from a noble family, had not read many books, and only said that he wanted to control the officials. The Daoist casually said that the pens of the world were in the hands of these scholars, and the purpose of the scholars was to become officials. He was so harsh on becoming officials that the future reputation would not be good.

The white-haired Daoist rose, his voice rare and gentle, "Then, I hope you... get your wish."

"We poor people don't have knives. We are unable to deal with the collusion above."

"Only seven words are needed: Seek benefits for the people."

Once he truly pacified the world, he would not be able to return.

The young man scratched his head and said, "I'm just a peasant."

Spring went and autumn came, heavy snow fell in the depths of winter.

In the weather of heavy snowfall.

The blue-robed scholar went down the mountain himself this time and rescued Zhu Chongba.

"When the time comes, I will go down the mountain and find a little Daoist, and then bring him up the mountain, just like my teacher taught you, teach him martial arts, teach him to read, let him wipe the turtle's shell for A'gui (turtle) and play hide-and-seek with A'she (snake), and then when I get old, I will go down the mountain to find a smaller Daoist."

Zhu Chongba felt a warmth in his heart.

The rise, the people suffer; the fall, the people suffer.

Arrogant!

The white-haired Daoist pointed to the stone table, where cause and effect were intertwined, and yin and yang were unpredictable, and it had already transformed into a small world on this chessboard, in which everything existed, and then he manipulated its changes with cause and effect. The Daoist said, "I have many doubts in my heart."

He only killed one person by mistake, but it attracted waves of pursuers. In the end, he was trapped on a cliff. Knowing that his life was not long, he heard screams coming from the direction of the thieves, followed by joyous cries.

"If I observe it, it will be like drinking fine wine."

Qiao Chao's voice was hoarse, and he was silent for a long time.

Zhang Sanfeng was struck by lightning, his steps unsteady, his nose sour.

The Daoist lowered his eyes and picked up another chess piece in his hand.

The tall young man was puzzled and turned around, only to see snow falling on Songshan Mountain. The blue-robed Daoist was already gone. Above the collapsed mountain, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was truly destined, was shocked and looked at the white-haired Daoist before him, who lowered his eyes all night, suddenly dropped a chess piece, saying:

"Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die."

He used the heroes of the world as sparks to hone his own all-conquering swordsmanship.

Above the collapsed mountain, the white-haired Daoist dropped a chess piece, his voice crisp.

It had been no longer a day or two, but several years. It had almost never stopped. Every time the blue-robed scholar went up, he saw his teacher and Zhu Yuanzhang, who came from nowhere, discussing, sometimes in the bright daylight, sometimes in the rainy dew of the night, sometimes in contemplation, sometimes in admiration.

The fate of all things began to turn. The fate that had been corrected by Fate would naturally return to its original trajectory, but it was not Qiao Chao's doing. In the past ten years, he had discussed the Dao with Fate on the mountain peak and had completely understood, initially reversing yin and yang, cause and effect, and deducing the authority of fate.

The Daoist lowered his eyes, his sleeves fluttering. For some reason, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly felt that the old man who seemed never to age had become old all of a sudden, with a sense of loneliness like an old man after the passage of time. Qiao Chao raised his head and looked at the moon, while Zhu Chong gritted his teeth, walked out in large strides, and brushed past the Daoist.

Immediately afterward, he heard the second half of the sentence: "You bear a star of slaughter, and I was originally unwilling to let you enter the world. I taught you a body of martial arts, and I don't know whether it is right or wrong. From now on, you will go down the mountain and must never mention to others that you are my disciple, lest you cause a great disaster, and you must never say my name.

He lowered his head and said, "Disciple, disciple wants to descend the mountain."

"There is no way to redress grievances, you can only suppress them. No one knows what those masters have done, and we are even more afraid of anything, because the knives are in our hands."

Qiao Chao stood in the moonlight, watching him like an old pine tree, his voice still gentle as when he had rescued him, saying, "Do you want to descend the mountain?"

At least at this time, the words spoken by Zhu Chongba were sincere and genuine, without the slightest falsehood.

He patted his clothes and said, "I'm still wearing this Daoist robe, I'll be back."

The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes and looked at the young man before him, saying:

Then he would browse the insights of the heroes of the world again.

May everyone in the world be like a dragon, with heroes emerging in large numbers!

The seed transformed by Lin Shouyi's spirituality before was personally planted on this mountain by the white-haired Daoist.

Therefore, under no circumstances could the main body of Fate appear here.

But was that possible?

The Daoist's eyes were deep, and Zhu Yuanzhang sighed.

Fate was surprised by the good intentions of this person.

"If that's the case, it's a good thing."

The young man murmured, "Ming (bright)?"

Eventually, one day, when he was going down the mountain, he saw injustice on the road and drew his sword to help.

"Please advise."

Like a sword unsheathed, it slashed the sky above and cracked the seven seas below. Although its sharpness was contained within the sword's body, once it erupted, it would be as fierce and domineering as if it would shake the earth.

"Or maybe there will be a time to meet again."

"But be cautious in killing, but it doesn't mean you can't kill..."

The white-haired Daoist did not take it to heart, but nodded and said: He knelt on the ground and waited for the incense to burn out before kowtowing, "Ancestor is above..."

"Also, I dare to ask the ancestral master for a warning. This disciple is going down the mountain and doesn't know where to go, who to look for, or what to do."

He had seen too much bitterness and knew how difficult the lives of those at the bottom in the eyes of the high and mighty were, exhausting their strength and becoming more bloody. After all, he was not someone who could stay in a Daoist temple on the mountain, reciting the Huang Ting Jing and growing old in this life.

He was not an ordinary character of the Heavenly Emperor.

His eyes flashed with the families who died in the plague, the experience of being a beggar, the nobles who secretly raised bandits and robbers to kill and plunder. The people were already on the verge of being forced to live under heavy taxes, and one big shot after another was riding on their heads. The Great Yuan Dynasty was forcing people to not live.

He had been a monk, encountered a plague, his family had been destroyed, and he had even been a beggar.

Not long after the Yuan Dynasty obtained the world, beacon fires and smoke rose again in the world.

The connection of cause and effect might implicate his teacher.

However, later he found out that these so-called bandits were actually raised by nobles.

He turned around and kowtowed again and again on the ground.

"Besides, when I kill all the evildoers, I will come back. For a monk, reputation is false."

And he left behind the highest martial arts and fierce historical record of the Jianghu martial artist 'Meng Xuan Emperor passed down boxing techniques, a single Ding killed more than a hundred thieves' in China.

This young man who was still injured simply sat on the ground and talked about the spear and the Daoist.

His gaze fell, seeing the fourteen vertical and horizontal lines, as if he saw the mountains and rivers of the entire Divine Continent rising and falling.

The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes: "Prove that my Yanhuang lineage has produced heroes in large numbers."

This time, it was probably really going to let him peek into something.

The white-haired Daoist only spoke lightly, but it made Zhu Yuanzhang feel a faint tingling in his scalp.

Cause and effect are difficult to entangle.

"If I can reshape China in the future, I will definitely give everyone a knife.

The young man got up in a hurry. Seeing that the Daoist seemed to be leaving, he cupped his hands and saluted, saying: This Daoist now seemed to be a character who was completely不受任何牵制 (not subject to any restraint).

Teacher...

"Old, teacher..."

"I can't... return to your mountain gate."

He was extremely talented, and his foundation was strong. He moved extremely fast and descended the mountain quickly. The blue-robed scholar was silent for a long time and let out a breath. He heard what Zhu Hongwu said in the Three Pure Ones Hall... But he also knew that the great trends of the world were not determined by individuals.

"Warning?"

The blue-robed scholar lowered his eyes, and the art of gazing at qi saw the blood-colored slaughter on Zhu Chongba's body, which was extremely thick.

The young man who had been a beggar and a refugee thought for a while and replied:

For some reason, his mouth was dry and his temples were sweating.

"Perhaps three or seven years, or more than ten years. If one day, this disciple can pacify the world, he will definitely put aside the mundane things of the world and return to serve his master and fulfill his filial piety."

Heavy snow fell, and a white-robed Daoist walked in step by step.

When he窥伺 (peeped) into fate, he inevitably fell into fate and karma.

The white-haired Daoist's eyes flickered: Pa da.

"What is powerful is you, not the sword formation."