Gourmets of the Heavens

The purple gold crown and Marquis Wu's clothes, there is a wordless majesty exuding from sitting there.

For decades, he has assisted Yang Pan to regulate yin and yang and adjust the world situation.

Even when Hong Xuanji didn't speak, he naturally had a bearing.

Just like the king of gods who has mastered the fate of countless lives and slaughtered the gods, the air of kung fu has penetrated into his bones.

It seemed that even if he was sitting there, he had been practicing martial arts.

But it was these things that Hong Xuanji showed, and he wanted to give Hong Yi a disarm before he could truly be sure that Hong Xuanji's martial arts had completely stepped into a fork.

Even if he can break through to the highest realm of smashing the vacuum in the future, he will not be his opponent.

Seemingly grand, the boxing intention to do everything, but completely lost the true righteous way, reincarnation of life and death?

It is true that the world is round, but trying to grasp the principles of the world with the power of the soul is nothing but falsehood, and it is a seemingly grand and wrong path.

Any true sage pays attention to human principles and expounds the Dao of heaven and earth, rather than directly grasping the Dao of heaven and earth.

In this way, it seems that they will gain temporary strength, but in fact, the farther they are from the human world, the farther they are from the world.

Without his own fundamental way, his strength just rises with the prosperity of the world, and dissipates very quickly just like when the world is dying.

As a top existence who has already stepped into the realm of human immortality, Hong Xuanji's mind is so keen, and within a short period of time, he noticed that the little awe left in Hong Yi's heart completely dissipated.

Although I don't know why this happened, but if you want to really convince Hong Yi, you can't just sit idly by.

After several miscalculations, Hong Xuanji had already put the utmost importance on the son born to him and Meng Bingyun.

"Going home after a long trip, is there any discomfort?"

A deep and mellow voice sounded, and every word was uttered very carefully.

The tough tone also carries the care of a parent.

But Hong Yi didn't care about the meaning in it.

After bowing his hands and saluting his father, he lowered his hands to his sides and replied peacefully.

"Traveling all the way, gaining a wide range of knowledge, and meeting good teachers and helpful friends, there is no discomfort."

A question and an answer, extremely decent, but more like the monarch and his ministers playing right, there is no feeling between relatives.

If it was before, Hong Xuanji must have felt that such an atmosphere was right. As a master of Neo-Confucianism, he was even faintly the leader of the Neo-Confucianism school.

Hong Xuanji pays attention to the monarch and his subjects, father and son, and the ethics are normal, without any overstepping, rules and regulations, detailed and cumbersome, not only to show the authority of the superior, but also to control everything that is lower than him.

But today he actually felt it, the feeling of being stabbed by the theory he believed in also made him feel a nameless anger.

However, with Hong Xuanji's status, he couldn't reveal the slightest bit.

Otherwise, if Hong Yi notices it, he will only feel that he has won without a fight.

"It's a good thing to gain something and achieve something, but don't be proud. When you have nothing to do, you should go to the Imperial College more often, and listen to the teachings of the masters such as Feng Jijiu. Soon it will be the time of the scientific examination, so don't take it lightly. , the way of writing scriptures and interpreting texts is quite different from scientific research, so don’t lose confidence if you get lost.”

This is the end of words, and so is Hong Xuanji's patience.

"My child always remembers my father's teachings."

Hong Yi cupped his hands again, and seemed to have nothing more to say when he saw Hong Xuanji.

"The child will not disturb the father's handling of government affairs, but let the child say something more."

"Heaven governs man's desire, or man desires heaven's rule. I hope father will think about it more."

Seeing Hong Xuanji's sword-like thick eyebrows gradually wrinkled, Hong Yi didn't linger any longer.

Turning around and leaving directly, he didn't mind at all that his empty door was exposed to Hong Xuanji.

Seeing Hong Yi's actions, he had to say that Hong Xuanji's murderous intent really surged, but he soon suppressed it.

Seeing Hong Yi's receding figure, the Hou Ye who had been in charge of the world's political situation for many years murmured.

"Benhou, how could it be possible for a wicked son to break his Dao heart?"

As soon as the words fell, his eyes became higher and deeper, like a bottomless sky. At first glance, it was as clear as water, but after careful consideration, he couldn't see the things inside clearly, only a piece of Hunyuan .

The birth of Xinxue has changed the situation of the whole world, and naturally also affected the cultivation level of this person who is at the pinnacle of the Daqian.

Those who see the mountains get the mountains, and those who meet the water enjoy the water.

This kind of knowledge is like a bright mirror, it also allows Hong Xuanji to see his future path, and it also allows him to get rid of the last little demon in his heart, jump out directly, and even begin to understand his own acupoints in a short period of time. The reason for knowing the realm of all apertures.

The next step is to condense the essence of the fist, and the spirit influences the substance.

How could Hong Xuanji at this time let Hong Yi easily destroy the realm of Dao Heart?

"Hmph, is there a Daoist dispute?"

Hong Xuanji closed and opened his eyes, turned around and took off a picture hanging on the study, looked at the scene on the picture, and suddenly smiled.

"Bing Yun, is this an argument between you and me to continue the Dao?"

With a gentle expression, people can't see that this Hong Xuanji is Wu Wenhou who is above the court, who is like a man of wood, stone and iron heart.

But then he threw the picture scroll into the charcoal basin, and the flames quickly engulfed the picture.

"It's a pity, the Dao has been completed, how can mere disputes disturb my heart?"

"Not only do I want to win, but I also want to turn that evil boy into a different path, so that the battle between you and me will finally be won!"

The decisive words, when Hong Xuanji looked up again, his expression became even more indifferent, close to gods and demons but far away from the world!

Zhao Youqian was waiting outside Wu Wenhou's mansion, but he didn't seem anxious.

It's just that occasionally I noticed a few prying eyes, but Zhao Youqian is not someone who gives face or even pretends not to know.

Whoever comes to take a peek has to feel what it means to suffer a dull loss.

I'm afraid these people have never encountered such an existence as Zhao Youqian. Not to mention his unpredictable cultivation base, it has no meaning of giving face at all.

As long as he senses the prying of the thoughts of the soul, he will not only annihilate the thoughts, but also fight back, which will make many nuns with high status in Wu Wenhou's mansion feel like gold stars.

What's more, there were bloodstains flowing out of the five orifices, his face was pale, and his spirit and soul were all traumatized.

Unexpectedly, they dare not go out to find someone to argue with them. It is okay to obey the unspoken rules for some things, but some people are unwilling to abide by them and have the ability to break the rules. .

It was also at this moment that Mrs. Zhao, the official wife of the Marquis of Wu Wen's Mansion, realized how terrifying this unremarkable young man following Hong Yi was.

After not waiting for long, seeing Hong Yi walking out of the Hou Mansion, Zhao Youqian smiled tacitly with him, and left side by side.

But before they walked a few steps, when they arrived at Wenchang Street, a few slaves in Tsing Yi who were in a hurry saw them with happy faces and came up.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Yougan came to this life to call himself Zhao Da, but not many people knew about it, so he couldn't help being a little surprised to see so many slaves questioning him.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

After a brief response, these slaves presented a name card respectfully with both hands.

"It's the little master of our building who invited the uncle to the banquet, and asked the uncle not to refuse."

After speaking, they sent the invitation and left quickly.

On the contrary, Zhao Youqian looked at the name written on the invitation card thoughtfully, which also made Hong Yi quite curious.