Bu An revealed three moves in a row, and they happened to be the Three Clumsy of the Six Arts of the Confucian School. Among them, the Art of Technique and the Art of Imperial Defense were effortless, and they were extremely natural and unrestrained, showing the cultivation realm that far exceeded his age. The Art of Archery was even more amazing. Taking a step back, even if the "Three Ultimate" was somewhat exaggerated, the "Three Cultivation" was unmistakably true. As a result, Huai Cang's earlier statement of "bringing skills to join the master" was difficult to convince the public.
Firstly, Bu An's cultivation state in the Three Arts of Confucianism was profound. It was obviously impossible for him to be a disciple of Taoism or born in Kunlun. Secondly, no matter which academy in the world of Confucianism produced such a rare talent, it must be a rare commodity. Why would they hand him over to Tianmu Academy?
As for what Huai Cang had said earlier, that Bu An was the body of an old god, and even the initiator of the Moon Worshipping Cult, after he had used the three supreme skills of the Confucian school, it seemed to have collapsed on its own, and there was no need to deny it.
"With Situ Yan, the Leehu Academy became renowned throughout the world. From what we've seen today, Bu Zhidao has already far surpassed Situ Yan, yet the Tianmu Academy is still afraid to avoid him. No wonder it's difficult to continue after a thousand years …" Someone sighed. Even though his voice wasn't loud, every single word was clear, and it caused a wave of sighs.
Tianmu and the others like Lu Feiyang and Fei Yongnian heard this and looked bitter. They were ashamed and sad. They were ashamed that they were scolded for being blind, but they could not refute it. They were sad that from now on, Bu Zhidao would probably have nothing to do with the Academy.
However, Mountain Elder Huai Cang still looked calm, as if he had a backup plan. He pretended not to hear it and asked, "What kind of person is the Song family in Hangzhou? They couldn't solve the Moon Worshipping Cult in Minzhong for more than a year. Why did Bu Zhidao come here? No matter how talented he is, can he beat the Song family in Hangzhou alone? Or Qufu Academy? "
Everyone knew that it was impossible, but just now there were the descendants of the Medical Sage, the eminent monks of Guangyuan Temple, Lingyin Shannan, and even the daughter of Yunhui General Shentu Xiangkai, one by one to testify for Bu Zhidao, so they had to believe it.
Huai Cang also knew that all the previous arrangements were rejected by Bu An while Bu An. Today, Tianmu Academy no longer had any prestige in Dianxing Hall. He didn't care whether these words could convince the crowd or not. He just wanted everyone to calm down, "Do you know why there are three skillful and three clumsy arts in the Six Arts of Confucianism?"
Half of the people present were from the Confucian Sect, so they naturally knew about it. However, the monks and Daoist priests might not know everything.
"The three skillful arts of the Confucian Sect, Rites, Music, and Calligraphy. The cultivator needs to understand the essence of the Confucian Sect and feel the heroic spirits all over the sky. The skills are taken from oneself and released from outside … The three clumsy arts, Archery, Defense, only need one's own Reiki to perform, there is no need for heroic spirits outside the body …" Huai Cang said slowly, as if he was explaining it to everyone.
His words, when translated into the vernacular, meant that the trick of practicing the three skillful arts of the Confucian Sect was to use one's own understanding of rites, music, and calligraphy to feel the heroic spirits outside the body, and then draw the help of the heroic spirits. In other words, the more profound the attainment and understanding, the more powerful the performance. For example, when Qing Shan plays the zither with the same level of Reiki, she is much more powerful than a musician with the same level of Reiki. In contrast, the three clumsy arts are just a head-on confrontation. One can only perform as much as one has the ability, there is no room for tricks.
Everyone present was a cultivator. Even if they didn't understand it clearly before, they understood it now. However, they didn't know why he mentioned it. Was he going to tell everyone that Bu Zhi cultivated the three clumsy arts, that the upper limit was not high, and that there was nothing great about it?
Just as they were puzzled, Huai Cang suddenly raised his voice, "Precisely because the three clumsy arts of the Confucian Sect do not need to feel the heroic spirits, they can be imitated with uncanny strength, and it's hard to distinguish the real from the fake!"
The so-called uncanny strength was naturally referring to divine power.
Everyone was in an uproar, and most of them snorted. After all, Huai Cang's words had no basis, and it was just a groundless accusation. Only Bu An thought about it, and he was shocked. He knew his own secret the best. All along, he had been using divine power to disguise it as Reiki, and no one had ever suspected it. Now that Huai Cang pointed it out, he was really shocked.
Bu An knew that this was his Achilles' heel. If he didn't let it go, and even if the Confucian Sect here were to carefully examine him, he might really be exposed, so he immediately thought of retreating. However, the more it was at this moment, the more he couldn't panic. He held his head high, and with an innocent look, he laughed and said, "The academy is making things difficult for me, but none of them are valid. Does Mountain Elder still want to pester me endlessly? Never mind! The academy can't accept me, so why should I linger? Today, all the heroes of Jiangnan are here, and they can be witnesses … "
As he spoke, he turned to walk out of the hall. The moment he turned, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, dressed in white, standing in the crowd outside the hall. She was especially eye-catching. More than a year ago, it was also here that he was still powerless, and he was also facing difficulties from the crowd. It was she who helped him.
Now, things were the same, but the people had changed. His feelings were slightly complicated, and the heroic smile on his face was mixed with a trace of helplessness.
"From today onwards, Tianmu Academy will not have Bu Zhidao …" These words were originally said to Huai Cang, but when he turned around, he saw Tu Yao, and it was as if he was purposely saying it for her to hear.
At the end of spring last year, the sky was drizzling, and this woman walked into this hall and lightly left behind a sentence. From then on, Tianmu Academy became his shelter. As if it was God's will, when they looked at each other today, Tianmu Academy also ended everything with only one sentence.
The woman in front of him, who always looked calm, had a flash of pain in her eyes. It was a hundred times more painful than when Bu An shot Situ Yan in Xuanwu Lake in Yingzhou. It seemed that "severing the relationship between the apprentice and the disciple" was just something she said to discipline her disciple, but now it had become an irreversible fact.
Without stopping, Bu An walked out of the hall, holding Su Su's hand. Qing Shan and Man Qiu also followed him.
Everyone in the hall was sighing, but Huai Cang suddenly said loudly, "We haven't made it clear yet. Don't hurry to leave!"
Before her voice died away, Bu An only felt a strong force pulling him from behind, as if a turbulent sea wave was wrapping around him and trying to throw him backward. He had already lifted his foot, but he couldn't even take a step forward. Before he could blink, the small hand in his right hand suddenly got rid of him, and the force pulling his back suddenly disappeared. What followed was a delicate shout.
"Get lost!"
Almost at the moment when everyone had no time to react, a petite figure fiercely pounced on Huai Cang at a speed that ordinary people couldn't understand. There was a sound of cloth tearing in the air. Two white and delicate palms suddenly grew sharp claws, which stretched out like finger clips and turned into the tip of a knife. The sharp claws drew several cold lights in the air, making a series of "Swoosh" sounds. Then, they fiercely clawed at Huai Cang, who kept retreating. Every move seemed to leave no room for maneuver.
"Bang!" With a loud sound, the petite figure seemed to collide with Huai Cang. She immediately bounced off and fell in front of Bu An with her hands and feet on the ground. Her body was tense like a small wounded beast. On the other side, Huai Cang's hair and beard were standing on end. Although he didn't retreat, his face was already pale.
Needless to say, the one who suddenly attacked was Su Su. She seemed to know that Bu An didn't want to stay for a long time. Seeing Huai Cang force him to stay, she immediately took action.
Previously, everyone in the hall only knew that this little girl's cultivation was high. Now that they saw that she was alone but could actually fight with Huai Cang and was only at a disadvantage, they all cried out in surprise.
However, after seeing Su Su's cultivation and the way she attacked, many people suddenly felt that what Huai Cang said earlier about Bu Zhidao being the incarnation of the Old God wasn't completely nonsense.
"Mr. Bu! A straight body is not afraid of a crooked shadow. Let's make things clear before leaving! "This time, it was Yang Zong who spoke. It was thanks to Bu An that his son was able to escape from the Black Tortoise Strange Formation. However, as a member of the Confucian Sect, he instinctively didn't dare to be careless when he smelled the Old God's aura. Perhaps in Yang Zong's view, if Bu An really had nothing to do with the Old God, he should make things clear so that no doubts would be left and his reputation would be ruined.
With Yang Zong's status and cultivation, his words naturally carried enormous weight. Therefore, everyone in the hall agreed.
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