The Confucian scholar Tong Xuan sneered, and countless words behind him spread forward. He stepped on the words, and the words leaped up one by one, turning into golden swords and iron horses, rushing towards Su Yun with murderous intent!
His first magical power had already gotten ahead of him and reached Su Yun!
Su Yun's starting posture turned into the starting posture of Jiaolongyin, confronting Tong Xuan's magical power head-on!
This time, he wants to create a myth, a myth in which martial arts can counter supernatural powers!
Tong Xuan's first magical power is the sword. He observes thousands of swords and then recognizes the weapon. The most important thing about this magical power is not the sword, but the weapon. However, Tong Xuan has not reached the level of recognizing the weapon. If he reaches the level of recognizing the weapon, he does not need thousands of swords, one sword is enough.
Above Su Yun's head, the small yellow bell suddenly rang.
when-
The melodious sound of bells echoed in the silent streets. Apart from the bells, there was only this group of mountain beasts running wildly!
The moment the bell rings, the countdown begins.
Above Su Yun's head, the scale of the small yellow clock was rotating in an orderly manner. As it rotated, his perception became strange. The time in his perception seemed to have turned into a series of continuously progressive scales.
The wind blowing from behind him became like fragments. Every time the mountain-carrying beast's legs were raised and lowered, its muscles changed, as if it was constantly moving forward in pauses. The streets on both sides seemed to extend backwards bit by bit.
He did not use his eyes to look around, but used time as a ruler to measure the changes around him.
—For a blind man, time has a scale.
A blind man needs to use time as a measure to calculate all changes around him. Su Yun's spiritual power, the Dahuang Bell, was cultivated under such circumstances.
And now, Su Yun covered his eyes and returned to being blind, just to reproduce this situation!
The scholar Tong Xuan is too strong, and his magical powers are varied. He needs to be in his best condition to fight Tong Xuan!
In front of him, the Confucian magical powers of the Confucian scholar Tong Xuan began to change as he sensed.
He majored in the Confucian study "Wenxin Diaolong", which begins with an explanation of the realm of the sage, the realm of the original Tao.
The second chapter explains the sub-sage realm and the conquering sage realm!
As for other realms such as celestial phenomena, Liyuan, and Yuandong, they are also more or less explained.
Although "Wenxin Diaolong" is a classic written by a sage, the Confucian scholar Tong Xuan is not a sage. His supernatural powers were reflected in Su Yun's perception, like one intercepted picture after another, forming a series of blood and energy pictures in the air and rushing towards Su Yun.
Any supernatural power requires qi and blood to activate, and no matter how varied they are, they all remain essentially the same. As long as Su Yun senses the qi and blood, he can identify his supernatural powers.
The magical powers transformed from Tong Xuan's words, every movement, every change, became traceable and vivid in Su Yun's perception.
This is Su Yun’s most powerful state!
For him, time seemed to have become a measure that could be touched and perceived. He used this measure to measure others and their magical powers.
The smallest unit of this scale is the qubit, which is one three hundred and sixty-tenth of a second!
Using this scale as a unit, you can "observe" all the changes in the magical powers of the Confucian scholar Tong Xuan, and see through them as clearly as if you were looking at fire. Even if the magical powers of the Confucian scholar Tong Xuan are mysterious and complex, every word can be transformed into a different form of magical power, and every sentence can form a series of attack methods!
Su Yun can even calculate how Tong Xuan's magical powers will change in the next three decades or even longer!
This is the trend of supernatural power. The change of trend will not be so fast and cannot exceed the sensitivity of this time scale.
If Tong Xuan's magical power speed and change speed could exceed this time scale, then Su Yun would not be able to "see" any details of his magical power and could only wait for death.
Unfortunately, Tong Xuan did not do that.
In his "eyes", the trajectory and change of each of the thousands of swords of qi and blood flying in front of him were extremely clear.
Just when these swords of qi and blood were about to pierce him, a dragon roared, and a dragon stepped out from behind Su Yun, walked in front of him, and coiled around Su Yun from bottom to top.
Ding ding ding ding!
The moving dragon scales collided with the flying sword light, and each dragon scale just blocked the tip of a flying sword. After offsetting the sword force, the dragon scales immediately fell down, removing the power transmitted from the sword.
Thousands of swords were moved by the dragon scales, changing their direction and shooting backwards!
Su Yun used the power of the martial art Jiaolongyin to the extreme, and it actually felt like a magical skill!
Using skills to the extreme can be a kind of magical power!
Tong Xuan stepped on the words, which continued to spread forward, allowing him to walk in the air as if walking on flat ground. At the same time, words flew up from behind him, passing over him and turning into thousands of troops, iron horses and golden swords, gods and demons dancing together, celestial phenomena flying in disorder, all kinds of mythical beasts and saints, rushing towards Su Yun on the back of the beast!
This scene is like a battlefield where gods and demons are fighting.
However, this wave of his attack was met with his own thousand swords!
Suddenly, magical powers exploded everywhere in the air, turning into streams of blood and energy and dissipating. Tong Xuan's magical power was indeed as mighty as an army and it looked very lively, but after the collision with his own Thousand Swords magical power, it immediately revealed that it was strong on the outside but weak on the inside!
Any one of his magical powers is quite amazing, but when they are combined together, it's like a mess!
Tong Xuan hurriedly urged the folding fan, and saw it spinning back and forth in the air, collecting the magical powers below. Those magical powers fell into the fan and turned into words.
He was in a panic, and his supernatural powers were broken, which would turn into blood and dissipate. This blood and qi were his cultivation, and if one point dissipated, one point of cultivation was lost. If his supernatural powers were broken, it would be tantamount to exhausting his cultivation, and the outcome was naturally predictable!
Just as he was busy collecting his magical powers, Su Yun rushed over and landed on the words spread out by Tong Xuan. The yellow bell above his head vibrated, and suddenly, marks on the scale flew out and turned into tall golden apes that rushed into the battlefield!
"Tong Xuan, your understanding of the saint's unique skills is half-hearted, let me teach you!"
Su Yun blindfolded himself, stepped on Tong Xuan's words, moved forward and backward, blocked left and right, and attacked continuously. At the same time, the thirty-six golden apes attacked from all directions, breaking their magical powers one by one!
"The soul is the smelter of the forge, the writing is the palace of the soul! This sentence does not mean to melt the soul in the forge, but to cultivate the soul with the ingenuity and the furnace, and strengthen the soul!"
Su Yun turned sideways to avoid a rotating blacksmith's furnace, raised his hand and struck it, and blew it up with a bang. He said in a deep voice: "Mirror is like the sun and the moon, and it is like the mountains and seas. Mirror is not a mirror, but an insight!"
A bright mirror was shattered by the sound of a yellow bell. Tong Xuan groaned and his blood pressure dropped sharply.
"The literary ability is based on the classics, and the body has the six arts. You have completely misunderstood the six arts. Your six arts cannot become a magical power!"
"You can't write a good article if you don't know how to speak!"
…
Bang bang bang sounds were heard continuously. Su Yun rushed to Tong Xuan and fought with him in close combat using martial arts moves. All kinds of words were flying in front of and behind Tong Xuan. He used his magical powers at close range and kept attacking him!
At such a close distance, the power of the magical powers exploded astonishingly. However, many of the magical powers that seemed to be able to attack Su Yun were dodged by him simply turning sideways, or he hit the weak points of the magical powers, causing them to explode directly!
In the close combat, Su Yun did not make any mistakes. No negative thoughts interfered with his mind. Every judgment was extremely accurate, which prevented him from falling into a dead end and gave him enough ways to retreat.
With every move and every form he made, a little more strength would be too much, and a little less would be inadequate. He always broke Tong Xuan's magical powers just right.
Tong Xuan became more and more shocked as the battle went on. There are fifty chapters in total in "Wenxin Diaolong". His talent was limited, and he was unable to comprehend all fifty chapters thoroughly. He could only master twenty of them.
This was only possible with twenty articles based on many misunderstandings and speculations.
Completing twenty chapters was actually considered a great feat among Confucian scholars, because many of the old sacred classics of Confucianism needed to be carefully considered and their meaning could only be explained in context.
Not only that, if words such as "formation", "sun", "moon", "wind", and "god" appear in the text, you need to go and observe the formation in person, visualize the sun and the moon, visualize the sculptures of gods in the temple, and feel the flow of wind in the air.
Therefore, if one wants to comprehend the old saint classics thoroughly, one may need the guidance of a famous teacher. For example, Su Yunhuahu comprehended them very thoroughly because they had Mr. Yehu who laid a solid foundation for them.
If one wants to turn the old holy classics into magical powers, one will have to put in countless efforts. It requires not only extraordinary understanding and qualifications, but also certain opportunities.
—For example, if the article contains mythical beasts such as dragons and phoenixes, there is no place to study them.
Tong Xuan had refined these twenty articles, but in this short moment of contact, Su Yun broke them into twenty fragments, the words and meanings were incoherent, and the articles were not complete!
His cultivation level continued to decline as a result, and his energy and blood were constantly being exploded and dissipated.
Suddenly, Tong Xuan slipped and stepped on empty air. There were only a few words left in his article. After a short battle, there were no words under his feet.
At this moment, the mountain-carrying beast behind came running. Tong Xuan grabbed the folding fan, swung it vigorously, and used the force of the wave to drop it on the head of the mountain-carrying beast.
At the same time, the small yellow bell above Su Yun's head was spinning, and Bifang flew out and landed at Su Yun's feet, carrying him to the top of the Fushan Beast.
This mountain-carrying beast ran wildly, following the leader beast in front of it and rushing along the street, and was about to reach the end of the long street.
The first beast turned sharply in front, and its huge hooves stepped on the ground, sliding for six or seven feet, and there was a crackling sound of fire on the ground.
The several mountain beasts behind also turned sharply and galloped all the way!
Finally, on the top of the mountain-carrying beast, Su Yun and Tong Xuan were fighting in this small space on the beast's head. It was really dangerous!
"Wrong! You still misunderstood the purpose of ascending to the heights!"
"That's wrong too! The heaven and earth are in their proper places, and all gods are worshipped. The gods are our ancestors, the Yanhuang, Yao and Shun, not the wooden sculptures or clay statues in the temple!"
…
Suddenly, Tong Xuan was hit in the chest and was attacked by the Sun and Moon Wall into the defense circle. Su Yun exerted his strength, and Tong Xuan's bones vibrated. The powerful qi and blood removed the force of the attack.
Although he managed to block Su Yun's attack, he was still terrified.
Su Yun broke through his magical defense, which meant that he could no longer suppress Su Yun in terms of magical powers. If Su Yun broke his other magical powers, then Su Yun might be able to kill him!
Tong Xuan quickly jumped up, stomping his feet in the air, and words fell under his feet, allowing him to catch up with the mountain beast in front of him.
Just as he landed on the back of the mountain beast, Su Yun followed suit, attacking him like a storm, making him even more panicked.
"Pray to the ghosts for guidance, and point to the Nine Heavens for the right answer! Nine Heavens, you also misunderstood!"
"Wrong, wrong! The empty play is ridiculous, the moral tone is extremely bad, and you have misinterpreted it!"
…
Tong Xuan was hit by several moves in a row, and the gorgeous clothes on his body were cut through by Su Yun's martial arts moves Ye Fan Hang Du Huo with a sizzling sound, and his belly was almost cut open.
He was both shocked and angry, this was a move from Bifang's Divine Movements to Nourish Qi, and Bifang's Divine Movements to Nourish Qi was the basic training method passed down by his Tong family to the official school!
He was almost injured by this crude martial art!
But he felt more panic and uneasiness in his heart. His magical powers had been broken too much and his cultivation level had dropped too quickly. He could no longer protect himself from Su Yun's attack.
What's even more terrifying is that Su Yun is still blindfolded, and the ribbon formed by the collar of his clothes at the back of his head is fluttering in the wind.
Tong Xuan fled frantically, risking two martial arts attacks from Su Yun, and jumped from the beast's back to the eaves of the second floor next to the street. However, the next moment, the dragons transformed from Su Yun's blood and energy flew out with a roar, and thirty-six dragons landed on the eaves and chased after him!
Tong Xuan looked back and saw Su Yun standing on the back of a mountain beast running wildly in the street. Behind him, various dragons moved and suddenly turned into Bifangs, flying up and down and attacking him!
Tong Xuan resisted a few moves, and suddenly heard Su Yun coldly say: "Your words are not expressive enough, your writing is not coherent, get down from here!"
boom!
He was hit by more than ten attacks in a row, and finally a golden ape jumped over and kicked him in the chest continuously, kicking him down the stairs.
Tong Xuan turned over and jumped up, and met Su Yun's palm head-on. He was shocked to find that he had fallen on the back of the mountain beast where Su Yun was.
"The description of objects and their appearances is like carving and painting. Carving and painting, carving and painting, is not a word, but carving and painting!"
Tong Xuan was hit dozens of times in an instant, spitting blood from his mouth. His qi and blood cultivation were no longer able to withstand Su Yun's attacks, and he was suddenly knocked flying. Tong Xuan hurriedly activated his remaining magical powers and forced himself to land on the back of the beast in front of him.
He grabbed the reins with both hands and was about to steer the mountain beast to escape, but Su Yun rode on a dragon and chased after him, landing behind him.
Tong Xuan hurriedly let go of the reins, gritted his teeth, turned around and fought hard.
After a few moves, Tong Xuan was knocked flying and fell on the back of the beast in front.
After a short fight across four streets, the two men fought their way to the back of the leader beast, and Tong Xuan's injuries became more and more serious.
"Your gods are not gods, ghosts are not ghosts, dragons are not dragons, phoenixes are not phoenixes, formations have no formations, and writings have no textual logic! Tong Xuan, tell me, how do you use your literary mind to carve a dragon?"
Following Su Yun's loud shout, Tong Xuan fell down again. He struggled to get up but failed to stand up again.
"I'm very puzzled."
Su Yun walked up to him, slowly unbuttoned the shirt covering his eyes, and looked at him. He asked seriously, "Which academy taught you Chinese studies?"
Tong Xuan vomited blood with a wow sound, barely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shuofang Academy..."
"Fortunately, I didn't apply for the Shuofang Academy."
Su Yun took a long breath, put the piece of the collar into his pocket, and said, "Tong Xuan, scholar, I have spent a lot of time and effort to teach you this article "Wen Xin Diao Long". I will charge you one Qinghong coin for this lesson. Is it not too much?"
Tong Xuan was stunned and asked in disbelief: "You won't kill me?"
Su Yun frowned: "Is one Qinghong coin too much?"
Tong Xuan couldn't hide his ecstasy in his heart: "He must be worried that if he kills me, he will be retaliated by my Tong family! Yes, my Tong family is the largest family in Shuofang. Not to mention in Shuofang, even in Dongdu, it is deeply rooted. He is just a wild boy in the countryside, how dare he kill me?"
He hurriedly searched his body and finally found his wallet. He smiled and said, "I'll give it all to you! Don't worry, I'm a reasonable person. I won't pursue what happened tonight. Take the money and enjoy your meal..."
Su Yun opened his purse and took out only one Qinghong coin. He threw the purse on him and shook his head, saying, "My principle is fair trade. I don't teach any better than Mr. Shui Jing in this class. Mr. Shui Jing charges one Qinghong coin for each class, so I can only charge you one Qinghong coin."
Tong Xuan held the purse, staggered to his feet, and said with a smile: "Your principle is very good..."
laugh.
A wooden sword pierced his chest and pierced his heart.
Tong Xuan was stunned, then he looked along the wooden sword to see Su Yun's hand, then he looked up and saw Su Yun's face.
"Tong Xuan, a scholar, it is only natural for me to teach you to take money, and it is also natural for me to kill you."
Su Yun pulled out the wooden sword, and the sword quickly turned into a small piece of wood and flew into his sleeve.
Tong Xuan's body shook and fell off the beast's back.
"These are two different things." Su Yun said calmly.
After a while, the calm country boy became excited again, holding the Qinghong coin tightly. "I made money! I finally made money, and I earned it with my own knowledge! This Qinghong coin smells good! It smells much better than the five Qinghong coins extorted from Master Tu Ming!"
He was so excited that he was shaking a little: "And I will be able to earn my second fortune soon..."
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