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Chapter 249 The Four Holy Paths! (Subscribe)

To bury the teacher - this has been Mr. San’s long-cherished dream.

Ever since he started studying at Kyoto Academy, ever since he first saw the great master, there was only one thought in his mind.

"He can be replaced!"

Mr. Yang Huan did not come from a good background.

One hundred and forty-three years ago, before he entered the Kyoto Academy, he was just the third son of an oil seller.

He has two older brothers.

The eldest son, Yang Yu, followed his father to go from street to street early in life, selling loose oil from dawn to dusk.

The second son, Yang Chen, signed up for military service at the age of thirteen and joined the Taishan Army under the command of Taishan Hou. He later died at Beixiong Pass.

It was not until Yang Huan showed his talent for studying at the age of five and was admitted to the Kyoto Academy that the lives of their Yang family improved.

When Yang Huan first entered the academy, although he was extremely talented, he was actually only in the lower middle level in the Kyoto academy which was full of talented people and noble families.

But he worked very hard.

He passed various examinations along the way, including the Six Arts of a Gentleman, the Economics of Sages, etc. With his perseverance and hard work, he gradually stood out in the academy. Later, he and three other scholars were called the "Four Talents of Kyoto".

It was also after that that he was able to become a disciple of a great master, obtaining more natural treasures to nourish his own righteousness, and later was qualified to be recruited into the Taizhou Mountain battlefield.

There, Yang Huan experienced several of the most brutal battles between the human race and the demon court, and realized how big the gap was between him and the Great Master.

So he tried every possible way to improve his cultivation and used all means to obtain more natural treasures to strengthen himself.

Until one day, he met that person, the mysterious and powerful being who called himself "General"...

"You have no chance of winning in this academy." The great master looked at Yang Huan, whose eyebrows were raised and whose aura was rising, and sighed and said:
"Let's capture him without mercy."

"Heh," Yang Huan chuckled, playing with the wine glass in his hand, his eyes full of coldness:
"Teacher, you are still as conceited as before... You are so disgusting!"

"At the beginning," the great gentleman said with a slightly dejected look, "it seems that incident made you disappointed in me."

"No, you are wrong." Yang Huan shook his head and said, "Even if that incident had not happened, I would still do the same."

"Kyoto Academy may seem to have a glorious thousand years, but in reality it has only existed for seven hundred years."

"It has been nearly three hundred years since you took over the academy, and the academy has long lost the desire for change."

"Teacher, your existence has hindered too many people from making a name for themselves, and has also led the Confucian school astray."

Yang Huan paused, and the wine glass in his hand shattered instantly. He seemed to have lost the desire to continue the debate, and said:

"As the saying goes, 'A righteous man has many supporters, while an unrighteous man has few.' Teacher, I will prove you wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure slowly dissipated, as if he was not in the tea room at all, and merged with the platinum halo around him.

There was a hint of regret in the eldest gentleman's eyes, which did not change at all because of the disappearance of the third gentleman, Yang Huan.

He just stood up slowly, turned his back to Li Qingzhou and said, "Daoyou can just patrol the outside."

Li Qingzhou glanced at a corner of the tea room, nodded slightly, and then appeared outside the school building, hanging in the air, covering the surroundings of the school building with the demon-subduing sword intent below the supernatural power realm.

The fight between the two saints of Confucianism and Taoism is different from the fight between demons or other magical skills. It seems peaceful and quiet, but in fact it is full of murderous intentions.

Even if he, a sword cultivator, rashly got involved, his own sword intent would be affected by the ubiquitous great energy.

But Li Qingzhou still had doubts in his heart.

Mr. Three, Yang Huan, also imprinted his magical aura on the "Bridge of Heaven and Earth". How dare he fight with Mr. Big on this Tianyuan Continent?

Mr. Da also had the same doubt, but it did not stop him from going all out.

"As the sage said: Draw a line on the ground to make a prison!"

The indifferent voice spread in the tea room, and wisps of red-gold-colored noble energy started from the tea room, along the four beams and eight pillars of the school building, dyeing the entire school building red-gold.

At this moment, the third Mr. Yang Huan appeared. He was no longer wearing the Confucian robe, but a golden cassock with two linings, one black and one white.

The aura around him was even more complex. In addition to the grand and majestic righteousness, there was also Buddhist vows and Taoist true essence.

"Three meridians practicing together?"

The master was stunned for a moment, sizing up Yang Huan's aura, his expression gradually becoming serious.

On the Tianyuan Continent, there have been people who practiced the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, but as far as he knew, no one had ever been able to cultivate all three schools to the fullest.

First, people's talents and bloodlines have different emphases. Some are suitable for Confucianism's great righteousness, some are Taoist's true essence, and some are talented in Buddhist merits and vows.

The progress of cultivation that focuses on talent will naturally be faster, and the energy spent on cultivation in the two meridians that are not emphasized will be half the result with twice the effort.

The second reason is that there are very few techniques that can make the three meridians compatible. At least, Mr. Da has never heard of it in all these years.

In most cases, many powerful people, after their practiced techniques reach the level of supernatural powers, will determine the power of the second or even third supernatural skill based on their own circumstances, in order to make up for their own shortcomings.

"Teacher, besides being surprised, you are probably also thinking of scolding me, right?"

Yang Huan smiled and said "Let me guess", while raising his hand, three balls of light slowly emerged, golden, red gold and dark light balls circling around and gradually merging together.

"Let me guess. You would say 'the ocean of learning is endless. The lineage of Confucian saints alone is as vast as the sea of ​​smoke. It is impossible to bite off more than you can chew.' Is that right?"

"But it's such a simple truth, how could I not understand it?"

When he said this, the three balls of light on Yang Huan's palms merged into one, actually showing a dark red color that flowed like blood.

The master looked at the object in his hand with a changing look in his eyes.

Not only did Yang Huan practice Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism at the same time, he could even integrate the three schools of thought with different sects and origins into one.

Such skills, such power, have never been heard of or seen before!

"Is this the technique you obtained from 'Extremely Pure Heaven'?"

"Of course." Mr. San did not hide it. Seeing the surprise on his face, he said happily:

"The horror of 'Ultra-Pure Heaven' is far beyond your imagination. Teacher, today your students will invite you to the heaven of burial!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Huan threw the blood-red ball of light in his hand out. The light ball, as light as if weightless, hung quietly above the tea room.

In addition, a very faint red glow spread out above the light ball, like a rock thrown into a calm lake, rippling out in circles.

Before the great master could speak, the "words of the sage" he had just used were completely shattered by the faint red halo.

"The noble spirit of the Confucian sages is ultimately flawed. Teacher, what do you think?"

The master's face froze as he looked at the blood-red ball of light. Then he looked at Yang Huan and asked in a deep voice:

"You are not threatened by the 'Heaven and Earth Bridge'?"

Not to mention the power of the blood-red ball of light that was a fusion of the three spiritual wills of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. With the power of his "Words of the Sage", it is impossible to break it without any technique below the level of supernatural powers.

Yang Huan's smile deepened, he leaned forward slightly and said, "Teacher, why do you ask when you already know the answer?"

"If the students were threatened by the 'Heaven and Earth Bridge', how could they dare to attack you here?"

The master stood still after hearing this, and finally he heaved a sigh of relief. His expression returned to its previous calmness, and he said:
"Today, let me experience the power of 'Extremely Pure Heaven'."

As the voice echoed, the great master no longer thought about concealing the chaos in the academy, and a righteous aura rose from his body to the sky.

His body turned into golden light, like a golden man, with his eyebrows, eyes and face all appearing golden.

Outside, a red-gold light suddenly broke through the night, as dazzling as the sun, instantly illuminating the entire Kyoto Prefecture. After a moment, the light split into three, gradually turning into three tall figures of light and shadow, whose faces could not be seen clearly.

All you can see is that they are all wearing long gowns, but there are some slight differences between them.

The light figure on the left is holding a brush with the words "Spring and Autumn" engraved on the pen.

The light and shadow in the middle holds a roll of bamboo slips in both hands, which is half open, as if he is reading a classic.

The light and shadow on the right is riding on a donkey, with his head slightly lowered, overlooking the entire Kyoto Prefecture with an indifferent expression.

Yang Huan noticed something and looked up suddenly. The smile on his face disappeared and his eyes revealed a look of horror.

"The Way of the Three Saints... No, the Way of the Four Saints..."

The three lights across the night sky are the three saints who have risen in Confucianism since the Dark Ages. They are the "Saint of Painting" Yan Qing, the "Saint of Calligraphy" Wang Yu, and the "Saint of Traveling" Zhang Zhiwang.

The fourth saint besides these three Confucian saints is the great master Lin Zhongke!
"Teacher, I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply!"

One saint has one magical power, and four saints have four magical powers.

Even though Yang Huan could see that the Master's Confucianism and Taoism were only at the fifth level of supernatural powers, the power of the four supernatural powers combined was incomparable to that of ordinary people at the supernatural power level.

The master stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Yang Huan: "There is one thing you said is very right."

"For three hundred years, I have indeed dominated the academy. All the schools of thought have been suppressed by me and have been unable to rise again."

"The purpose is right here!"

If he alone cultivates the four principles of the sage, the speed at which many Confucian students in the academy improve their practice will be slowed down.

If there were a Confucian scholar who was unfortunate enough to follow the same path as him, his speed of improvement would be halved.

The master knew the reason very well, but he still insisted on doing so for the sake of the "eagle".

Fortunately, after he achieved the Way of Sagehood, the Three Sagely Ways he chose were three methods among the Six Arts of a Gentleman. Otherwise, achieving the Way of Sagehood again in the Kyoto Academy would have been as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Seeing this scene, Yang Huan's face turned gloomy and he was no longer as relaxed as before.

Even though he practiced Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism at the same time, he only reached the realm of supernatural powers from the two schools of "Confucianism and Taoism", and the highest realm of Confucianism and Taoism was only the third realm of supernatural powers.

Compared with the great master who has revealed his true cultivation at this moment, he is still far behind.

"Humph! Teacher, you finally admitted it - it was because of you that several of my senior brothers died tragically in the past!"

Yang Huan snorted coldly, waved his hand with a grim look, and a three-foot-long tortoise shell appeared outside the cassock, just covering his upper body.

The front of the tortoise shell is the back, which is covered with large and small growth rings, forming regular square marks, and dozens of seal characters can be vaguely seen.

The back of the tortoise shell is where the belly is, engraved with a Yin-Yang Bagua formation diagram.
Then Yang Huan clasped his hands together, and the light from the blood-red ball of light hanging in the air shone on the tortoise shell.

The Yin-Yang Bagua formation on his back rotated, and two rays of light, one black and one white, projected into his eyes.

"Qi Men·Gua Yin!"

After doing all this, Yang Huan's eyes were shrouded in black and white, and he looked at the master with a stern expression, as if he wanted to see through him.

But in just a moment, his expression changed drastically: "You, your Four Saintly Paths, have all, all reached the fifth realm!?"

Hearing this, the great master just glanced at him and said calmly: "The Four Saints said that those with different paths cannot work together."

If he had not cultivated the Four Sagely Paths to the fifth realm, wouldn't it have been a waste of his time sitting in the Kyoto Academy for three hundred years?

As his words came out, three golden lights in the night sky nodded as if in agreement.

The next moment, the three saints looked towards Yang Huan below and spoke in a loud voice:
"It should be so!"

Yang Huan's eyes narrowed, and he stared at Mr. Da with a ferocious expression: "Teacher, you dare?!"

Before he could react, four rays of light were projected onto him, instantly destroying the Confucian and Taoist spirit he had cultivated.

It was not a simple seal, but a direct stripping away of his Confucian and Taoist righteousness, and dissipating it in this Kyoto university.

Even though Yang Huan's eyes were red with anger, his own divine aura still instantly weakened by more than half, leaving only the divine aura of the Taoist Qimen lineage.

Seeing him like this, there was no trace of fluctuation in the golden eyes of the great gentleman, and he continued to speak:
"The Four Saints said - draw a line on the ground to make a prison, and imprison it!"

Four more golden lights descended, instantly forming a cage around Yang Huan, locking him inside, and there was a golden word "prisoner" on each of the four sides of the cage.

"you--"

Yang Huan's face became even uglier. He couldn't believe that his fellow practitioner of the Three Meridians was suppressed in an instant without even hurting the Master's hair.

Moreover, his Confucian and Taoist cultivation was taken away from him, and his Taoist and Buddhist cultivation was also difficult to display under the suppression of this "prisoner" cage.

Even though his eyes saw the "future", the result did not change at all.

The master looked at Yang Huan, pursed his lips slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then continued:
"The Four Saints said - Painting the Ordinary!"

"no, do not want!"

Yang Huan instantly saw what happened next, a pleading look appeared on his face, and he knelt down with weak knees.

However, no matter how he begged, under the great master's "words of the sage", the light and shadow of the sage holding a brush in the night sky waved his arms.

——The pen moves like a dragon!
In the blink of an eye, a painting appeared in front of him, on which was vaguely a Confucian scholar wearing a cassock and a tortoise shell coat.

Looking at the painting, the golden shadow holding the brush nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Yang Huan below and said, "Painting: The finishing touch!"

Then he placed the brush in his hand on the eyes of the person in the painting.

Then, the scroll projected a golden light onto Yang Huan, and actually rolled up his Taoist and Buddhist cultivation power and divine will into the sky, making the Confucian life in the scroll come alive.

But Yang Huan himself seemed to be in even weaker shape. Not only did his face become haggard, but the black hair on his head also instantly turned white.

“You, you, why are you…” Yang Huan’s expression turned into fear, and he looked at the Master in disbelief: “How dare you treat me like this?!”

Not only did his face and hair turn long, but as his three meridians of cultivation were stripped away, his breath was gone and his body instantly became thin, his limbs shriveled, and his skin cracked, like a frail old man over a hundred years old.

The master looked at him like this and said with a slight sigh:

"Fool, since you don't respect Confucianism, you might as well be an ordinary person."

"what--"

Yang Huan couldn't bear such a blow, and he screamed madly. His originally clear eyes became cloudy, and his voice was no longer as young as before, but much older.

While howling and screaming, he knelt in the cell and begged for mercy incoherently:

"Teacher, I was wrong! Please, please forgive me!"

"Why are you so cruel!? Why!?"

"Please forgive me, no, no, you won't forgive me? Die! Teacher, you will die! You will die miserably!"

"'Jijingtian' will not let you go! 'Jiangjun' will not let you go! Tonight, right tonight, you..."

Before Yang Huan could finish his roar, his body, which had become like that of an old man, suddenly exploded without any warning.

Flesh and blood scattered everywhere, and no bones were left. It disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

The master frowned, and anger instantly rose in his eyes, and then he looked around:
"Who dares to kill the Confucian and Taoist saint of my Kyoto Academy?!"

"Hehehe... I'm sending you a gift, sir. Please accept it!"

(End of this chapter)