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An Qisheng's eyes brightened.

With a slight induction, you can sense the irrelevant connection between the idol in front of you and that.

Xuan Xing's supernatural universe is far away from the Jiufu Realm where Wang Quandao is located. He has no way to verify.

But even if the cosmic ghost universe where the floating world is located is close to each other, there must be a far distance far exceeding 100 billion light years.

What's more, the two worlds may not be so close.

It is naturally not enough for An Qisheng and King Power to want to cross the universe physically, unless he can fully grasp the mystery of the universe replacement.

But you can't do the flesh and cross the two circles, but you can do other things.

For example, dreaming.

Connect the two realms with gods, and let the sentient beings come into my dream!

Once in the dream, sentient beings find their way, but now, they can let them enter my dream and guide them.

Dreaming into a dream can also be called dreaming into a dream!

Wow~

A picture of the Tao rises like ripples in the water, the divine light lingers in between, and a line of text flows out:

[Dao Yi Shentong: The Dream of Thousands of Dreams (Master of Thousands of Dreams) has been mastered, equal rank, three-star]

"Are you in a dream..."

An Qisheng had ripples in his heart, but he was not too surprised.

Bang~

When he stepped on his feet, the invisible wave shook into the ground, and the "Idol of Kingship", who was so tall, had already risen from the ground and was held up with one hand.

Towards Taoism.

Then, sitting in a slightly bleak room, Jiajia sat on the futon and slowly closed her eyes.

Hum~

Between the turning of his mind and his soul, the light in the "Infinite Cave of Heaven, Blessed Land" in the depths of his soul suddenly shined, illuminating the many steps that came down in all directions.

Indistinctly, there are many spiritual imprints with different lights and shadows flying in the infinite cave like a bird.

These spiritual imprints were all born by An Qi on Xuan Xing and dreamed of for a long time. They ranged from experts and scholars who were not able to use martial arts, to the seven sons of king power in the past, and the people of king power.

These many spirits were melted in the steep divine light, melted like snow, and then turned into an unknowable thin line under an invisible wave, disappearing into nothingness.

Connect to the midst.

Xuan Xing is different from Jiufu Realm and human world. Except for a few places, most people have never experienced war and life-and-death crisis throughout their lives.

Moreover, most people are busy every day, and even work overtime until late at night. Under such a situation, if they want to devote their energy to martial arts, or do other things, they are really overwhelmed.

Of course, more importantly, An Qisheng does not want to really break the peaceful order of Xuan Xing.

With a sharp weapon to kill the heart from the beginning, accompanied by martial arts is the evil of human nature. After a long time in the world, humanity, twice combing the world, cleaning the world, he harvested a lot, but he did not want to let Xuanxing also Go through it again.

It's not that all the people practice martial arts, and that all people can practice. Dao can never be preached lightly. This is by no means a broom.

Therefore, An Qisheng's first batch of preachers naturally needs to be "knowledgers and knowledgeers."

...

"How is old Lu?"

Modu, before the intensive care unit of a hospital, a group of people anxiously waited outside. The surrounded nurses turned pale. One of these people is a well-known person in Modu. Many people have only seen her on TV. .

"Lu, old Lu has not yet woken up..."

The little nurse's face was a little nervous, and her speech was stuttering.

The one in the intensive care unit, but the real master in the biological field of the magic city, his disciples are now elites from all walks of life. Once he really can’t wake up, it is an earthquake-like event in the biological field.

"I said that this hospital wouldn't work. If I wanted to say, go to Xuanjing and Lao Liu. Isn't your son a dean in the military hospital? Let him call an expert consultation!"

Hearing the nurse say this, an old man with a Chinese face in the crowd said in a deep voice.

"No, Mr. Lu can't stand the bumps at this time, in case the condition gets worse!"

The person called Lao Liu shook his head again and again: "I have let Zhiyan call experts to come to the magic capital. What instruments do I need, some of Xuanxing, I pull them together, and old Lu cannot move!"

The group said, the voice was a little louder.

The little nurse was nervous, but still reminded: "Old Lu needs rest, you, you can't be so loud..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

A dozen or so danaries from all walks of life shut up and were more obedient than the children who heard the teacher scolding them at school.

Only the old man with the Chinese character face got up and came to the door: "Can I see Mr. Lu now? I am his brother..."

The little nurse hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the old man's eyes: "Well, but only one can go in."

The old man with a Chinese face nodded.

Enter the ward.

The smell of strong disinfection water, the snow-white hospital bed, an old man with gray hair lying quietly on the bed, the waves on the ECG monitor beside him also undulated.

Several doctors were guarding and doing various examinations.

"Brother Lu..."

Looking at Lu Shiping on the hospital bed, the old man's eyes in Guozi face were a little blurred.

Although he knew that life was endless and that he was inevitably born, sick, and dead, he couldn't help feeling sad.

"what?"

At this moment, a doctor stood up and looked at the instrument with some consternation. The undulating lines before had stabilized.

"what happened?"

The old man with a Chinese face is a little nervous.

"No, it's okay, don't worry, Mr. Lu..."

Under the mask, the doctor's eyes were a little puzzled: "It seems to be asleep..."

"Fell asleep?"

Looking at Lu Shiping's stretched brows on the bed, he breathed smoothly, and the old man was a little dazed.

Since the end of cancer, even with the aid of more medical equipment, Lu Shiping has never had such a smooth and peaceful sleep.

Comfortable and serene...

Like soaking in warm water, like the embrace of her mother when she was young, Lu Shiping can't remember how long he hasn't been so relaxed.

It seems that after a long time, it may only be a moment.

He opened his eyes slowly.

"this is......"

The familiar pain disappeared, and there was no longer a soft mattress underneath, but it seemed to be a plank that was not smooth.

It seems something is wrong.

Lu Shiping had such a thought in his heart, but there was no fluctuation, and he quietly experienced the time without severe pain.

Chest is a little stuffy, is this bronchitis?

Weak hands and feet, empty stomach, this is hungry for a long time, the muscles behind are a bit sore, this should be the reason for the hard board after sleeping too long.

This taste is not good, but for him who has been suffering from severe illness for many years, it is already a good thing that I have not experienced for a long time.

This body is not its own.

He knew that his heart wouldn't beat so powerfully, and his dizzy old eyes wouldn't be as clear as when he put on his glasses, and his slow brain didn't turn so fast.

Quietly for a moment, he slowly stood up and looked around.

This is the first impression of Lu Shiping.

Antique, this is the second one.

Gone.

Tables, benches and beams are empty and outrageous.

"Is this a freshman?"

Lu Shiping staggered up, and his position was not alarmed, because any situation was much better than waiting to die in bed.

Call~

At this time, a gust of wind blew in from the tattered door.

In Lu Shiping's somewhat surprised eyes, the dust on the ground was swirling around, turning into a line of text that he had never seen but clearly understood its meaning:

[Jin Ge iron horses, rivers and lakes loyalty, martial arts fight for power, battle for hegemony... This is the stage for the strong to cross, and also the **** of the weak.

The strong man sits in picturesque mountains and rivers, damask silk, brocade and jade food, wives and concubines like clouds, and the weak are just like a wall of wood, or die like a firewood, or die on the roadside, or die on the sickbed...]

[This is a time-honored legend, and a mystery of a generation of song and tears-the author of "Legend of the King", Fan Zimin]

[Here, you can witness legends, you can also write myths, you can learn art from the teacher, martial arts, and you can also learn from the world, do business, you can join the military construction industry, you can also be an official...

It can be drawn with pen and ink, passed down for thousands of years, and it can also be a master of the generation by the martial arts school.

【Welcome to Jiufujie】

【Welcome to King Chuan】

[Two years later, it is the first year of kingship...]

"Jiufu Realm, Biography of Kingship..."

After reading all the texts calmly and quietly, Lu Shi touched his chin and thought: "Which dynasty text is this text?"

...

In the southeast of Xuanzhou, near the new city, there is a garden with a huge area and strong architectural colors.

This garden is located in a land of precious metal, with elegant decoration and beautiful scenery. It occupies a large area, and there are hundreds of people just outside the door.

The owner's surname palace is one of Daxuan's great emigrants.

After coming to the new country for decades, he has been involved in catering, real estate, finance, ocean trade and other industries, and his wealth is strong.

In the quiet part of the manor, Gong Qingzhu was dressed brightly, sitting in the moonlight under the night wind, with a trace of thought on his exquisite and beautiful face: "See God..."

In front of her, she is playing a hot video on the Internet recently.

She has watched this video many and many times, but she still has no way of guessing. Why did the ordinary teenager who once followed Wang Zhixuan to perform tasks in the new city, how can he grow to such a degree in just over four years.

The Gong family is a family of three hundred years of martial arts. The ancestors worked with Gu Changfeng and the Wang family ancestors to create the Central Martial Arts Museum.

From now on, although it has declined, Kung Fu has not been lost. Her Kung Fu is not under Wang Zhixuan.

Naturally, you can see the extraordinary features of An Qisheng in the video.

Moreover, she knows more. For example, in the video, the majestic female zombie, Wang Zhixuan, also recovered the original appearance under that man's means, and even increased his physical strength.

Faintly, there was already a bit of sight.

"Miss II."

At this time, the door was knocked, and the voice of Gong Sanyang, the real figure of the Gong family, came.

"The door is unlocked. Uncle San comes in."

Gong Qingzhu responded softly. After 30 years old, her voice is still as tender and gentle as a girl.

Gong Sanyang pushed the door in, glanced at the video in front of Gong Qingzhu, and withdrew his eyes, and reported: "The Dragon City Group's business is up."

"Oh?"

Gong Qingzhu's heart moved slightly: "But did it take advantage?"

"Miss Er expected well, although Yan Changsha was killed by An Qisheng in the Ares Square, but before he died, he invited the second leader of the beggar, Potter, to come back. The white man was not a good deal, we The eight companies shot together, and they were beaten back by him, without taking advantage."

Gong Sanyang smiled bitterly, obviously not only did not take advantage, but also suffered a loss.

"The **** seeers, the physical strength is outstanding, and the brain is not too bad. The Dragon City Group and the Qidao Association are all trillion-level giants. If they want to eat a bite, they must withstand the counterattack..."

The night wind slowly blows Gong Qingzhu's long hair. She reaches out and turns off the computer, and gently pulls up the long hair in the temples. The tone is light and smoky:

"My father is old and should be retired. I'm inconvenient to come forward. You go, Uncle."

"This......"

Gong Sanyang hesitated slightly and then whispered, "To what extent?"

"The family has nothing to say, sending him to hibiscus and spending the next life with his concubine's illegitimate son in a prosperous life..."

Gong Qingzhu's face was plain and his tone did not fluctuate: "In addition, tell him that no matter how busy he is, he will go to sweep his mother's tomb on August 3rd every year. Otherwise, his concubine and illegitimate son will die!"

"Yes."

Gong Sanyang's heart was filled.

The grudge between Gong Qingzhu and his father has been in existence for more than ten years, and the struggle between the two has been more than two decades. But now, after all, he has to make a break.

It was just that he had thought about it many times this day, but never thought that Gong Qingzhu would be so calm, that the understatement seemed to shoot down a leaf.

Instead of fighting with him for 20 years, the "biological father" who was almost killed several times.

But he didn't dare to ask any more, he could only answer and bow back.

The door closed, and the room was calm again.

Gong Qingzhu faced the wind against the moon, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "Mother, he is my father, but he can't do what you want..."

After many years of long-cherished wishes, Gong Qingzhu did not have much joy in his heart.

She has been exhausting for twenty years, not for power and prosperity, but to prove to the man and the entire palace that women can also be amazing.

Call~

In the night breeze, Gong Qingzhu slowly closed her eyes, and she had little sleep, but somehow her sleep fell at this time, but she did not resist. Instead, she slowly entered her dream with a touch of melancholy.

"Ok?!"

In her sleep, Gong Qingzhu seemed to feel, suddenly opened her eyes and saw her eyes, shrinking her pupils.

This is a woman's boudoir, but not hers.

In an antique room, this kind of effect cannot be achieved. For example, a bean light swaying through the lampshade in the room is transformed into lines of text in front of Gong Qingzhu.

"Kingdom, Jiufu..."

Gong Qingzhu frowned, and if she had strong confidence in herself, she almost thought she was hypnotized!

Why did you come to this place?

Who is the black hand behind the scenes?

What is his purpose?

Da da da~

In her heart, she was shocked, the door was knocked, and a clear call came from the door:

"Sister Qing, the fourth has passed, and the time for practicing exercises prescribed by Wushuang Sister has arrived..."

Practice?

Wushuang Shimei?

Unfamiliar and familiar memories came to mind, and Gong Qingzhu's eyes gradually lighted up.

According to memory, he is in a place called Bailian Demon Sect, belonging to a world-class terrorist organization Six Prison Demon Sect, and he is an outside disciple of Bailian Demon Sect.

And that Wushuang Shimei is said to be a disciple of the patriarch of the White Lotus Demon Sect. The White Lotus Demon Sect and the only younger generation in the six-prison Demon Sect can be compared with the six-prison son Feng Qingxuan.

"it is good."

After thinking about electricity, Gong Qingzhu was calm and responded.

Pushing the door open, there is a young girl in green clothes outside, about twenty-six or seventy-seven, looks beautiful and beautiful, but Gong Qingzhu can feel a ray of crisis.

"Sister Qing, have you heard that Fengguo Fengzhou is said to have been born of Demon Spiritual Demon Skill, Chilian Demon Sect, Day Devil Sect, and Purgatory Demon Sect have sent people to go! Wushuang Shimei is said to want you to go.. ...."

The green girl whispered.

Gong Qingzhu had many doubts in his heart, and could only respond casually.

The sense of disobedience is getting deeper in the heart, what is going on?

Alien games?

Or.......

.......

boom!

The Infinite Cave moved every day, UU reading www.uukanshu.com awakened Yan Changsha sitting cross-legged.

"Ok?!"

Yan Changsha frowned, and saw that the steps under him suddenly raised, and when he looked around, many steps also shook them.

The high falls, low rises, and soon, a Baiyu Square with a length and width of tens of thousands of meters is formed.

And the white light door that was out of reach was just in front of him, and at the next moment, he swallowed it with unquestionable momentum!

Not only Lu Shiping, Gong Qingzhu, Yan Changsha in the infinite cave.

Xuan Xing Eastern Hemisphere, Feng Mingtao, Tan Jingshan, Li Qingyuan, Jing Xiaolou, Wang Zhixuan, Jiang Shili, Chu Fan, Yi Feibai, Luo Neng, Li Yan, Wang Anfeng, Gu Changsheng... .

Anyone who has seen An Qisheng and dreamed before, regardless of whether he is practicing martial arts or not, the boxing skills are all after An Qisheng closed his eyes.

In his dream!