Zhutian Avenue

The three great masters of the Great Xuan met the master of the gods, and the Taoist people could not hide in the world, and Han Longhua could not be closed for many years. Only Xue Zheng entered the world, and he directed many younger generations of martial arts.

At the same time, it is also following the footsteps of its predecessors.

Once, An Qisheng also knew from his mouth that there are secrets about why the road ahead has been exhausted.

But he has a lot of thoughts about this.

Daxuan, above Xuanxing is a very special kingdom, martial arts, internal skills, Taoism, flying swords, hundreds of schools, and even "qi"...

And so on, there are obvious signs of being out of place with the world.

For example, the legend of Peng Zushou's 800, for many people in modern times, would only think that it was an erroneous rumor, or doubt the correctness of the ancient calendar, but do not believe that he really lived 800.

Even the former An Qisheng had doubts in his heart.

Until he entered a dream, he heard and saw the "universe replacement".

Of course, no one can live to Xuanxing, but what if he comes from another world?

"Wang Honglin" can be replaced, why can't Peng Zu?

This idea had taken root in his mind as long as he returned to the dream and returned to the world. However, there were too many things along the way, and he was afraid that he had no attempt.

It has been dragged until now.

"Predecessor's handwriting?"

Xue Zheng's eyes moved a little, and he was a little surprised, but he didn't ask, but just nodded: "Yes, I did collect a few handbooks of the sages, but most of them have nothing to do with spiritual practice, just simple books, and even letters written by hand."

Not every Grand Master has written books that have passed down, and what has passed down may not be related to the practice of boxing.

He collected these halfs for nostalgia and half for the spirit of the sages.

This is why Mu Longcheng once went to Wudang Mountain to ask for a handwriting instead of seeking him.

"Teacher, Brother An, there are so many people here, let's talk uphill."

At this time, Jing Xiaolou reminded.

Xiwu Qiangqiang also cultivates spiritual temperament. The worst among all people are dark and talented people. The temperament is superb, and gathering together naturally attracts the attention of many people.

Xue Zheng glanced around, and it seemed that some people had recognized himself and nodded:

"Let's talk about it in detail."

"it is good."

An Qisheng naturally has no objections.

Everyone's feet are fast, and curious tourists are waiting to come around and have disappeared on the mountain road.

...

Among Xue's Manor.

When Xu Hongyun woke up quietly, she was still a little trance at first, and when she woke up, she suddenly jumped like thunder: "White Tiger!"

"All right."

Xue Zheng couldn't hear this, frowning and interrupted: "Who is blamed for his weakness?"

"Xue Lao Gui, what do you mean?"

Xu Hong was out of luck.

"Literally." Xue Zheng glanced lightly at Xu Hongyun: "You are more than ten years younger than me, and the conditions for studying martial arts are much better than me. With my three-point diligence, the White Tiger can't stun you. "

Xu Hongyun's qualifications are not bad, but his mind is more about the Feng Shui array method, the fortune-telling, and the interest in Maiji. The distraction is too much, and it is naturally difficult to achieve great achievements.

"If you are still in trouble, you should follow Jui Can this time!"

Bai Hu couldn't stand it either, his face sank.

Hearing the word ‘睚眦’, Xu Hongyun shuddered, and sat down.

In the Special Service Bureau, what he was most afraid of was not the White Tiger or the Green Dragon, but the Dan Huang and Ji Can. When there was a quarrel with other people, he could not keep falling.

Only these two people are really fighting.

"Lin Ling, Captain Baihu, you come to Baodao to find me, why does "Kingdom Dream" matter?"

Xue Zheng's eyes were deep and dark, and he seemed to see through their minds.

"Xue Laohui's eyes are like a torch. We are here to really ask Mr. Xue to come out of the mountain and help me wait for my strength in the "dream of kingship"..."

Speaking of the right thing, the white tiger suddenly became serious.

It has been more than half a year since the king's sword slashed across the sky since the sky descended on the "gate".

Since that day, the Special Service has attached great importance to the "Kingdom of Dreams", and more than 70% of the dreamers across the country have entered the Special Service's "composition".

But half a year later, at the beginning, the water and soil were unacceptable, and the dreamers outside Daxuan who had been beaten up by the pattern gradually grew up.

Because of the great potential of Daxuan, an atmosphere has been formed for Daxuan dreamers.

At first, it was quietly drawn in and secretly suppressed. Later, it was already a naked conflict and slaughter.

"When the dreams of King Power are quite similar to Daxuan, in the early days, although Daxuan's dreamers were not tragic deaths, more of them were mixed, and they stabilized the dreamers of all countries in the world...

Until a few days ago, a master was out of the country, and many people ate his losses. More than a dozen masters who searched for Wang Quanjian were killed twice by him, losing their identity as dreamers. "

Speaking of this, Bai Hu's face is also somewhat condensed: "This man's real name is unknown, and dreamers outside the world call him "Trumen." This person's purpose is very clear, and it is also a sword of king power."

"'Truman', the name I seem to have heard of."

Xue Zheng's eyes moved slightly, recalling: "A westerner came to challenge me more than a decade ago. At that time, I had been in hiding, and I didn't want to fight with others, but this man came to the door all the way. There are traces of martial arts in the Western Cross, and there are also martial arts in the church. It is also mixed with some jujitsu, yoga, which is very complicated, very sophisticated, and very good means..."

"That should be it!"

Bai Hu slapped the table: "The man's methods are fierce and he observes his movements. There are indeed traces of yoga and jiu-jitsu. The traces of the fighting and fighting techniques in the Western army are also very heavy.

"That man was already strong and physically strong. In these years, the warrior of Danjing Gang Realm I have seen, only Qinglong is a little stronger than him. Unfortunately, Qinglong he..."

Xue Zheng shook his head and did not continue.

In half a year in reality, it has been more than five years in the dream. This is already a short period of time. For the original boxing skills, this period of time is enough to advance by leaps and bounds.

Whether it is in the'kingdom dream' or in reality.

But Xuanxing has a population of more than 10 billion, but not everyone is a dreamer. Some people can't keep the qualification of a dreamer, and some people can keep it, but they can't dream.

Such as Qinglong...

"You are saying."

The white tiger's mouth is also a hit. Everyone in the special affairs bureau today is a dreamer, but not the strongest boss.

This is extremely unbearable for people like Qinglong.

"Well, I will answer you."

Xue Zheng nodded and agreed after a moment, "The king's sword is important, but it cannot fall into the hands of the ambitions."

He also had doubts in his heart.

On the bright side, An Qisheng is the first in the world. Whether it is reality or dreams, why don’t the people in the special bureau ask An Qisheng for help, but ask for their own...

But he didn't ask. Although the status of the special service is not high, some of the secret levels are extremely high.

"Thank you Master."

Bai Hu was relieved and concerned about An Qisheng's whereabouts, but he didn't know what Mr. An was here for.

he......

...

Xue Zheng's reservoir is large and abundant.

From bronzes to ceramics, from ancient Oracle bones, to bamboo slips, to yellowed paper classics, from landscape paintings, to graffiti like a graffiti.

Can be said to have everything.

As soon as he walked into it, An Qisheng felt a strong sense of the years. Not all of them are genuine products, but even if they are imitations, they also have a heavy sense of historical precipitation.

"This is where the teacher's collection is located. Most of them are bought from abroad, and some of them are waiting for our disciples to search for the teacher."

Jing Xiaolou waved his hand to let the disciples who looked after the collection go out and introduced it to An Qisheng.

Bronze area, porcelain area, ancient book area, imitation area, various categories, and the collections are all well protected.

An Qisheng's eyes closed slightly, feeling the deep historical breath. As soon as he raised his hand, an extremely well-preserved ancient yellow book had fallen on his palm.

"This is a translation of future generations, and it has a history of more than 700 years from now."

Jing Xiaolou glanced at the book and introduced it.

"The estimate is not bad, it is indeed more than 700 years."

An Qisheng glanced, and many of the texts on this ancient book had already been seen.

This book is also considered a generation of great Confucianism, it is worth a look, but it is only so.

Putting down this ancient book, An Qisheng walked steadily, raising his hand from time to time, and under the gaze of Jing Xiaolou, took out three'ancient books'.

A torn bamboo slip, a severely faded stone slab, and a pale silk silk book.

"Brother An, what do you think about these three things?" Jing Xiaolou asked.

He has no interest in antiques, but he is very interested in the purpose of An Qisheng.

"Brother Jing has research on Tao, Confucianism, and Buddhism?" An Qisheng asked, holding three things.

"Never."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head: "Learning boxing has consumed all my energy. It is hard to distract him anymore, and the teacher does not approve of my contact with this at this time.

"It's right not to learn. Those who practice Confucianism are detained, the old learners are mad, and the Buddhist learners are too narrow. They don't want to learn anything, but they are harmful and unhelpful."

After walking out of the Tibetan library and hearing An Qisheng's words, Su Jie nodded slightly.

This sentence of Master Hongjue is not to depreciate three things, but to say that the vast majority of people are difficult to thoroughly understand, but they are harmful.

Listening to the Confucian rituals is restricted to rituals, and seeing Laozi's natural inaction will do nothing, and the Wen Buddhists pay attention to cause and effect, so they are hypocritical.

There are many people who know this truth, but not everyone can jump out of the spirit of the sages and walk out of their own world.

"What will Mr. An do next?"

Su Jie is a little curious.

An Qisheng, holding three things, walked toward the Huxin Pavilion step by step: "After taking the book, naturally I have to read it~www.wuxiaspot.com~Jing Xiaolou and Su Jie are both a little dazed.

Now that the network is well developed, there is a lot of information, why should we come here to read books thousands of miles away?

Looking at An Qisheng sitting under the setting sun,

The two were curious, but did not bother An Qisheng.

After stopping for a while, he turned away.

Behind the two, in the lake pavilion, An Qisheng put down the remaining two things, and pressed the palm of his hand gently on the remaining word of the broken stone tablet.

That word is-Tao.

Hum~

The moment the palm was pressed against the stone tablet, An Qisheng's eyes were deep, and the picture buzzed like a stream of water.

In a flash, An Qisheng saw the world stripped again.

The counter-current wind, the rewinding cloud, turned from dim to bright afterglow...

Time is against the current.

Compared with the shock when I first met, An Qisheng was already too calm at this time, but feeling the time of the countercurrent, all rotating rapidly, only his own world.

There was still a touch in his heart.

He can feel the vicissitudes of history and the spirit of the person writing through the media, but he can't do the degree of almost counter-current time and space like "Dao Yi Tu".

He felt it quietly.

He saw the arrival of the'Door of Different Degrees', saw the shocking prince of Wang Quanjian, saw the disappearance of Mu Feng, saw Tong Zhengyang, who had landed at the Taigu Bay, and the disappearing goddess...

One year, two years, one hundred years, five hundred years...

Years are like a shuttle, running fast, but at this time the countercurrent is faster, and the finger seems to have passed for thousands of years. An Qisheng just blinked.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw another world.

.....

The mountains stretch, the vegetation is green, the birds fly, the clouds roll, and the world is beautiful and picturesque.

Huh~

The wind blew, the wild grass over the waist, An Qi stood in a wind-swept grass wave, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

The dream contained in the word has been magnificent till now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mountains, rivers and rivers are all there, just like crossing back to the past.

It can be seen how strong the spirit imprinted on it is.

"call!"

An Qi was standing in the sea of ​​grass, took a deep breath, and there was a gust of wind around him, and the invisible airflow brought him countless messages.

In an instant, he could already feel the deep pain of the land.

Bing Ge's continuous killing for many years is deeply imprinted in this world.

The Zhou room declined, the princes did not move towards each other, and instead they took part in each other's battles, competing against each other, competing against each other, playing a legend that is still remembered for thousands of years in the future.

Heroes, heroes, heroes, famous ministers, famous generals, beautiful women...

This is the time when Daxuan is ten thousand years old and the spark of thought is the most brilliant. On this war-torn land, many schools and many doctrines were born.

Descendants also called it, a hundred schools!

Countless legendary allusions rose in his heart, causing a ripple.

He walked between the grass and walked towards the beautiful mountain in the distance. Later, this mountain was also called Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhongnan has many legends since ancient times.

There are many immortals, the legend of the alchemist in this seclusion.

Of course, it is just a legend.

Huh~

Between the mountains and forests, there are hidden beasts chasing and fighting, roaring, bloody, and hunting is staged in the sparsely populated mountains and rivers.

An Qisheng did not take the initiative to find the founder of Taoism.

Instead, he waited quietly outside Zhongnan Mountain.

His waiting did not last long, the sky was slightly dim, and in the light of the setting sun, he saw the person he was waiting for.

That is a bullock cart.

A slender, elegant looking middle-aged man, the former ox cart came slowly. Above the ox cart, an old man with white hair and white eyebrows and long beard sat quietly, his eyes half-closed.

The two came from far away.

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