We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

After Xiao Mo returned to White Deer Academy, another three years passed.

After that Ink Lake was built, although the dean of White Deer Academy was very generous and gave ownership of that barren mountain to Xiao Mo and Bai Ruxue, they didn't treat that mountain as their private territory.

If disciples of White Deer Academy wanted to go see that Ink Lake, they were completely welcome to do so.

As for the literary fortune condensed by Ink Lake, they naturally couldn't take it away. The moment lake water left Ink Lake, it would become ordinary lake water but because of Ink Lake's existence, the literary fortune of that barren mountain also became increasingly rich, even comparable to some of the main peaks of White Deer Academy.

And this mountain peak also gained a name: White Ink Peak.

Every spring or during heavy snowfall, students from White Deer Academy would go to Ink Lake, either for spring outings or to admire the snow, creating quite a meaningful atmosphere.

During these three years, Xiao Mo continued as usual, occasionally going to Teacher Qi's courtyard for lessons. Follow current novels on ⓝovelFire.net

However, most of the time, Xiao Mo still sat in that bamboo grove in a daze.

Xiao Mo wanted to create Master Yang Ming's School of Mind in this world but Xiao Mo discovered that many things couldn't be understood just by knowing about them.

Not to mention that when Xiao Mo was on Blue Ocean Star, his understanding of Yang Ming's School of Mind was one-sided. So Xiao Mo planned to walk Master Yang Ming's path once again.

Starting with studying bamboo but Xiao Mo's study of bamboo wasn't simply "studying bamboo."

Xiao Mo, through the accumulation of two lifetimes, had deep Confucian foundations.

Although Xiao Mo seemed to look at bamboo every day, in reality, he was contemplating his own learning and Master Yang Ming's School of Mind.

Xiao Mo tried to use his own knowledge as a foundation and Master Yang Ming's School of Mind as direction, integrating the two.

Bai Ruxue knew that Xiao Mo was comprehending the Dao.

So Bai Ruxue didn't disturb Xiao Mo.

She just brought Xiao Mo meals every day.

If Bai Ruxue was really too bored, she would sit not far away, gazing at Xiao Mo from a distance.

Bai Ruxue loved watching Xiao Mo sit in the bamboo grove contemplating. She discovered that no matter how long she looked, she never grew tired of it.

When idle, Bai Ruxue would also pick up brush and ink, trying to paint the scene of Xiao Mo comprehending Dao in the bamboo grove.

However, Bai Ruxue felt her paintings were too ugly and couldn't match Xiao Mo's actual appearance. She didn't want to trouble Shang Jiuli, so she gave up.

Another half year passed, and Xiao Mo in the bamboo grove felt he was about to understand something but that feeling was like an illusory butterfly. You reach out your hand as if you can catch it, but the butterfly quietly slips away through your fingers.

Later on, Xiao Mo sitting in the bamboo grove was like someone who had achieved seated enlightenment, completely motionless.

As time passed day by day.

In his eyes, what he seemed to see was not bamboo, but the Dao he had been searching for all along.

"How long has it been since Xiao Mo left the bamboo grove?"

On this day, when Teacher Qi was giving lessons to Luo Yang and Shang Jiuli, he asked the two.

Luo Yang shook his head, "Junior brother hasn't left the bamboo grove for half a year. According to Miss Bai, junior brother has entered Dao-comprehension and forgotten himself. He hasn't eaten or drunk for half a year, and she doesn't dare disturb him."

"I see."

Teacher Qi stroked his beard.

"Walking out a completely new path is easier said than done, and the path he wants to walk is destined to be rocky."

"How could it not be?" Shang Jiuli poured a cup of tea, her expression carrying some melancholy, "In this world, there are too many inflexible old scholars. To them, junior brother's path is destroying the way they've firmly believed in their entire lives."

"But even so, junior brother will continue walking it." Luo Yang looked toward the direction of the bamboo grove.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Qi Daoming shook his head and took out two letters from his sleeve, "This is intelligence from the Demon Realm. The human race and demon race are negotiating again. What do you think?"

"What else can we think?" Shang Jiuli said helplessly, "They won't reach any results. It's just that the Demon Realm isn't prepared, and our Ten Thousand Laws Realm isn't prepared either. Everyone is negotiating on the surface, but actually preparing for war."

"Talking and fighting, from the initial rumors that the two realms would go to war until now, unknowingly nearly twenty years have passed, and they still haven't started fighting." Luo Yang gripped the long sword in his hand.

Qi Daoming smiled, "After all, it's a war between these two realms. The bigger the war, the more forces need to be coordinated, and the longer the preparation time. For ordinary people, twenty years is indeed too long, but for us cultivators, these twenty years are just a snap of the fingers.

You should all prepare yourselves. No one knows when the great war will break out."

"Yes!" Both Luo Yang and Shang Jiuli stood up and bowed to their teacher.

And just as the two straightened up, Luo Yang and Shang Jiuli sensed something and raised their heads to look toward the bamboo grove.

At the same time, everyone in White Deer Academy looked in one direction.

Waves of clear wind blew from the bamboo grove, carrying the fresh fragrance of bamboo and the ink fragrance of turning pages.

Above the bamboo grove, clouds continuously condensed, actually forming the shape of an ink dragon.

Celestial music began to play in the air, as if sages were holding books and reciting.

Most students seeing this sudden phenomenon didn't know what was happening but the academy teachers knew clearly that someone had walked out a completely new Confucian path.

Although this Confucian path was still immature, like a newborn baby, it symbolized new hope.

As for whether this small path could become a broad avenue, no one knew.

In the bamboo grove, the scholar in green robes slowly opened his eyes.

"Xiao Mo, you succeeded!"

Bai Ruxue, who had been waiting nearby, was overjoyed when she saw Xiao Mo awaken.

At this moment, the aura Xiao Mo emitted had reached the Golden Core realm, and his body carried the rhythm of the Heavenly Dao, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling.

"I've only walked the beginning of the path. Whether this path can succeed, I don't know either."

Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head, looking directly into Ruxue's eyes.

"Ruxue, now that I've comprehended Dao, according to Teacher Qi, after comprehending Dao, I must leave White Deer Academy to travel the world and debate Dao with various great Confucian scholars."

"Mm-hmm, no matter where you go, I'll accompany you." Bai Ruxue nodded.

"But Ruxue, this path of mine contradicts the Confucianism in many people's hearts. Many will attack me, countless people in the world will stand against me. I'm afraid it will affect you."

"I don't care."

Bai Ruxue looked directly into Xiao Mo's eyes and said matter-of-factly.

"If the entire world stands against you, then my enemy will be the entire world."