A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

The forbidden area of ​​Shangyin Academy.

Within the Moral Forest.

A place that seems to last only a moment, where time seems to stand still, yet the powerful Confucian spirit remains firmly locked within.

Unfortunately, this Confucian fortune can be seen but not used; it belongs to all scholars in the world.

Suddenly, the world changed. The original Confucian aura disappeared, and a book cave appeared in front of Ye Yun, filled with all kinds of books and scrolls.

"Yun'er, there are 70,000 volumes of books here, of which 36,000 are Confucian classics, 7,000 are Taoist essentials, and 12,000 are Buddhist scriptures."

The four thousand volumes of Yin-Yang and Divination are unique books. When I was young, I also studied martial arts. The remaining eleven thousand volumes are all high-level martial arts and esoteric arts.

If you can read all of this, becoming the best in the world will be no problem.

Zhang Fuyao's voice rang out from behind Ye Yun, and at the same time, she held a copy of the Tao Te Ching in her hand, which landed in Ye Yun's hand with a wave of her hand.

Ye Yun glanced at it only once before throwing it on the ground.

"Reading? Even a dog wouldn't read."

"Master, this is the cultivation resource you promised."

He's a man with a system, and he hasn't even mastered the swordsmanship the system has given him yet. Isn't it putting the cart before the horse to read books from other schools?

Faced with Ye Yun's rudeness, Zhang Fuyao was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Although I entered Taoism through Confucianism and became a Confucian sage, I still learned martial arts in this world. I cultivate Confucianism and Taoism and martial arts at the same time."

Your own fortune is shallow, and your killing intent is heavy. If you continue to kill indiscriminately, there is a risk of your fortune backfiring.

Confucianism is the outward appearance, and one can handle it.

The Buddha is the mind, capable of letting go.

The Way is the foundation; one must be open-minded.

Those who live in hatred will ultimately be consumed by hatred.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yun laughed and said, "If one cannot even avenge the deaths of one's parents, what kind of person are we?"

"I use my sword to cultivate my true self; if I kill, I kill."

"Master, this is an attempt to trap me in this Moral Forest."

To think that a few easy words would make him give up the rest of his revenge is simply wishful thinking.

The Daoist heart will not be enlightened until the Xu family is destroyed.

Moreover, once people like Xu Fengnian and Chen Zhibao grow up, how can we let him go?

These two guys might remember their main account password one day and use it to kill him.

"Alas! Do you know why your master insisted on taking you as his disciple?"

The old scholar sighed helplessly.

"Master, please speak!"

"As your master, I remain in the mortal realm, neither ascending to heaven nor appearing in the world, my purpose being to safeguard the fortunes of humankind. Do you know how the celestial beings in heaven fish for the fortunes of the mortal world?"

Zhang Fuyao's question put Ye Yun in an awkward position.

Ye Yun remained silent.

"Yes, war!"

"Immortals plot against fate in the human world and seek suitable agents to create wars and reap the benefits of human fortune. For example, some immortals are reincarnated in the human world. Do you understand?"

The old scholar explained calmly.

"According to Master's words, if we want to preserve the fortune of the human world, we must either kill these reincarnated immortals or prevent the war from breaking out."

Ye Yun countered with a question.

"Haha, my disciple is indeed clever. Do you know that by killing Xu Xiao, Beiliang has fallen into complete chaos? Beiliang, Liyang, and Beimang are now in a three-way balance of power, and the world will be in complete chaos."

Zhang Fuyao revealed a satisfied smile; it seemed that his disciple understood his good intentions.

"So, Master's goal is to make me give up revenge and maintain peace in the world."

"How long can such peace last? Why can't we be like the Qin Dynasty, where the world was united and any immortals dared to descend to earth, and be killed?"

"If immortals want to fish for the fortunes of the mortal realm, why can't they scheme for the fortunes of the upper realm?"

After Ye Yun learned that there were immortals in the heavens, he wanted to kill them, since that would all be considered luck points.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fuyao's eyes lit up.

Thinking that Ye Yun could seize the luck of others after killing them and gather it into himself.

If immortals truly descend to earth, they are here to bestow good fortune.

I once heard someone spout nonsense in front of him, making him indecisive and ultimately causing chaos in the world.

Fortunately, a powerful and ruthless leader emerged who completely ended the chaos of the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Disciple, is this your ambition to unify the land?"

The old man pondered for a moment.

Ye Yun smiled calmly: "The grand scheme of things, the final battle, is not within my consideration. But who will be the emperor of the world, I can decide."

The old man stared wide-eyed at Ye Yun and exclaimed, "You dare to dream!"

"Master, I want to make a grand plan. I wonder if you would support me?"

Ye Yun's face showed determination and confidence as he looked directly at the old scholar.

"Do you want to choose Western Chu?"

Zhang Fuyao looked at his disciple and asked this question.

"Master, would you be willing to take a gamble?"

Ye Yun looked at the old man; the old man carried a heavy burden of possessions on his shoulders.

Zhang Fuyao seemed to understand something.

What does his apprentice want to do?

He won the gamble, and this Confucian sage finally shed his eight-hundred-year-old scholarly air, allowing the new dynasty to flourish.

He lost the bet, but his apprentice took on the burden and continued to carry on his legacy.

"If you don't regret it, and you lose the bet, then you can do what I did and seek refuge in this Moral Forest, and watch over the world carefully."

A hint of trust appeared in the old man's eyes.

"I don't regret it, but if you want me to win, Master, then bring out the good stuff and don't hide it."

Ye Yun's single sentence turned this grand scheme of ruling the world into a farcical affair.

"Young man, with your current cultivation level, there are only a handful of people in the world who can defeat you. If you want to advance your cultivation level and truly overcome this obstacle, you still need to study more."

The old scholar reminded him in the tone of an old master.

"No, I can't read a single page of this book in my current state of mind. If Master has nothing else to say, please just give me a shout and send me back to Huishan."

"There's a very important fight that I need to observe."

Ye Yun got up, intending to leave.

The life-or-death battle between Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Dapan is not to be missed.

Zhang Fuyao shook his head, looked at his young disciple, and took a jade pendant from his waist:

"This jade pendant is your proof of entry here. Once you have finished dealing with worldly affairs, you can return here to cultivate in peace."

"In this world, there is a place suitable for you to cultivate your sword skills: the Sword Mountain of the Wu Family Sword Tomb. The things there might be helpful to you."

The words fell.

Ye Yun felt a piece of warm jade in his hand, and a repulsive force came from it, and he appeared outside the Shangyin Academy.

That old tortoise actually refused to send him back to Huishan.

How were they forcibly brought here in the first place, even though the two places are thousands of miles apart?

Looking at the warm jade in his hand, Ye Yun realized its secret: it contained Zhang Fuyao's eight hundred years of Confucian insights, which meant he had inherited all of Zhang Fuyao's knowledge.

This is something any Confucian scholar would dream of.

Ye Yun smiled slightly; this master still had some conscience.

"Brother, you have an extraordinary bearing; you are certainly not an ordinary person. Are you here to enroll at the Shangyin Academy?"

Just as Ye Yun was about to fly away on his sword, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

Turning him around, they discovered that this person possessed a gathering of aura, indicating that he was a person with great fortune.

The man was about twenty-two years old and had a handsome appearance, especially the armored puppet following behind him, which was quite eye-catching.

Ye Yun then knew who this person was.

Zhao Kai, the illegitimate son of Emperor Zhao Chun of Liyang.

Ye Yun pointed to the red-armored generals behind Zhao Kai and said:

"Could I borrow this thing for a few days?"

Zhao Kai was taken aback, wondering if this person was mentally ill, but unable to discern Ye Yun's cultivation level, he cupped his hands and said:

"Brother, farewell."

Ye Yun stopped him:

"My name is Ye Yun!"