The Great Tao Chronicle

Qingzhou.

Qingzhou City, where the sun shines brightly, is still very lively.

People on the moat come and go, the traffic is busy, and the soldiers stationed at the city gate are bored and look at the passing pedestrians. The day-to-day work makes them dull and numb.

"Third brother, look."

Suddenly, a soldier leaned against his companion's shoulder and motioned him to look up.

"what?"

The middle-aged soldier known as the third brother was taking a nap with his head down. Hearing this, he wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and looked up.

I saw a thin old monk on the road where people came and went.

He wanted to scold his companion for making a fuss, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.

In addition to the scarlet robes that the old monk slanted on, the shriveled body exudes bronze brilliance. This dress does not seem to be the dress of the monks in Dafeng, but rather the dress of the monks in the Zhuanlun Temple of the Golden Wolf Country.

"The old monk was barefoot"

The soldier whispered:

"Looking at him coming here, I don't know how far he has traveled, but he is still barefoot, he must have martial arts."

"The monks of the Golden Wolf Country are still practicing martial arts."

The middle-aged soldier frowned and wanted to stop him and ask.

However, before he could speak, in the crowd, the shriveled old monk suddenly raised his head.

hum~

The two of them only felt a flower in front of their eyes, and their spirits were in a trance, stunned in place.

When he came back to his senses, he had forgotten everything before. The boring ones were still bored, and those who bowed their heads and dozed still dozed off.

As if nothing had happened.

"Qingzhou, City"

A gleam of light appeared in the deep-set eye sockets of the old monk.

On the bustling and noisy streets, the old monk walked step by step, and soon, he came to a street.

The ground of this street is smoother and smoother than other streets, and there is no trace of the wind and rain.

"Chiwuti's breath is cut off here."

The old monk folded his hands together and recited in a low voice:

"Namo Amitabha"

hum~

As he chanted the Buddha's name lightly, the long street seemed to fall into absolute stillness.

In the light of his eyes, everything disappears, only all kinds of air flow around.

"Not even a trace is left"

The old monk's thin face showed a touch of movement:

"Good means, good means"

"Okay! Good! Evil dogs grab food, evil dogs grab food!"

"Bite hard, bite hard! Kill this bad dog, kill this bad dog!"

"Ha ha!"

The screams of children in the distance attracted the attention of the old monk.

His eyes moved slightly, and he had already appeared at the end of the street more than thirty feet away, on the edge of an alley.

In the alley, dogs barked fiercely.

A group of half-year-old children surrounded the alley with sticks and stones, shouting and urging the 'two dogs' inside to bite.

To be precise, it was a ferocious wild dog, and the other was a low man with all fours lying on the ground, his movements were the same as those of a dog, and his body was so dirty that he could not see his original appearance.

At this time, one person and one dog were biting blood dripping for a piece of steamed bun.

"This is"

The old monk's eyes narrowed.

Then there was a stream of light in the sunken eyes, but it was the Ferris wheel method that was used, trying to peep into the man's heart.

"Wang Wang Wang ~"

"what!!"

In the violent bite, there was a sudden scream.

The children were startled and saw that the 'dog man' fell to the ground dripping with blood, and after a few convulsions, he actually stopped moving.

The old monk pinched the Buddha beads on his wrist, his face sank:

"Good trick."

After the war, An Qisheng temporarily stayed in the chivalrous door.

In addition to falling into a dream every day, it is to guide the disciples, and live a leisurely and contented life, it seems that he does not take the wanted order in his heart.

Before the war, he searched for the spiritual imprint of nearly 2,000 martial arts masters from various schools.

In the matter of martial arts, looking at the high from the low is often incomprehensible, but there are often different understandings under the high ground.

There are thousands of people and thousands of faces. Different people who practice the same martial arts will produce different effects. Anyone who is successful in martial arts has his own uniqueness.

An Qisheng has been a human being in two lifetimes, so he naturally understands this truth.

However, the essence of the martial arts of two thousand people's lives, even at this time, he can't read it in a short time.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, he looks like a normal old Taoist priest.

Every morning, I get up and play a set of seemingly unremarkable boxing techniques. Before the morning cooking, I make medicinal meals, ointments, and medicinal herbs. In the morning, I instruct my disciples to practice martial arts.

At night, I meditate and fall asleep.

A disciple of the chivalrous sect carefully observed him for half a month out of curiosity, and finally found in horror that when he meditated every day, it must be the moment when the sun sets, and when he wakes up every day, it must be when the night is about to retreat.

That set of punches always starts when the sun is about to rise and ends when the sun is fully up.

Without the slightest deviation, the regularity makes anyone smack their tongues.

In fact, when martial arts reached his state at this time, every move was martial arts, walking, sitting, and lying were all martial arts. It seemed leisurely, but it was actually ten times stronger than ordinary people who practiced hard day and night.

The difference in efficiency between them is as if one is still in the primitive era of drilling wood to make fire, while the other has already undergone the industrial revolution. How much more than a hundred times the efficiency gap?

He was only the last step away from the master of the six suns, but he was not in a hurry, but calmed down to figure out the many levels, and realized the fundamental difference between the two worlds of martial arts.

As the dream gets deeper and deeper, the understanding becomes more and more thorough.

He gradually realized a lot.

On the top of the mysterious star, Neijiaquan develops to its peak, polishes the body, understands the distinction between light and dark, until it becomes subtle, sits on a stride with Dan, and walks the body, the long-floating world transports the internal force to generate true qi to condense the qi veins, and polish the physical body. More are limited to one Qi.

On the other hand, both of them coincidentally come into contact with the word 'God'.

Xuanxing sees the gods and martial artists, they are wise and clear, they seek auspiciousness and avoid evil, and they avoid dangers when they are aware of danger.

Divine veins are cast, hope to see the military situation with qi skills, deduce the national fortune, understand the operation of heaven and earth, there is a Ferris wheel method to outline the spiritual world, distort people's memories, tamper with people's souls, and even more powerful magic soldiers, kill many enemies with one thought Ten miles away, with a single thought, burning the mountains and boiling the sea

Refined,

gas,

God!

With a flick of the pen, An Qisheng wrote three big characters on the white paper.

Without the slightest effort, the ink penetrated the back of the paper, leaving a texture on the stone table in the courtyard.

The breeze blew the fallen leaves, but the paper seemed to weigh thousands of pounds and did not move at all.

"The martial arts of the two worlds, thousands of boxing techniques, and thousands of martial arts, but only three words of essence, energy and spirit."

An Qisheng raised his pen and stood, his eyes deepened.

Whether it is in the past life or Xuanxing, there are many interpretations of the three words Jingqishen, even in the long-floating world, there are not a few books about this.

The sages have never stopped exploring the way forward.

These three simple words are behind the pursuit, exploration and analysis of countless people.

However, for An Qisheng, what he understands is different from the understanding of the two worlds.

In the eyes of An Qisheng at this time, the essence, the tangible, the qi, the invisible body, the god, the original self-wisdom of man.

Only one of the three can be cultivated, and it can also be used by analogy.

Above the mysterious star, there is no spiritual energy, and the way of essence reaches its peak. In the long-floating world, the energy is more active, and the body will inevitably be neglected to study.

Regardless of whether it is essence or qi, if you cultivate to the depths, you will eventually see your original wisdom.

"Is my brother here?"

In Hong Zhong's voice, Yun Haitian stepped into the courtyard, and when he saw the paper on the stone table, he couldn't help but admire:

"Good word!"

Look at the characters, look at the shape, look at the bones, and look at the gods.

In his opinion, although An Qisheng's writing is different, it may be some kind of lost writing, but its spiritual meaning is extraordinary.

"Brother Yun laughed."

An Qisheng put down the brush and looked at Yun Haitian.

In more than a month, Yun Haitian sent back the great monks of Huangjue Temple and turned back. This speed can be said to be extremely fast.

"On the way back, I saw my brother's improved waterwheel, which is really easy to use."

Yun Haitian retracted his gaze and said with a smile:

"But it's too easy to use. Originally, these chores were also the daily activities of these little cubs."

"It's good to be useful."

An Qisheng also smiled.

After tens of thousands of years of development in Jiufujie, there are many things that should be there, such as waterwheels, water mills, pestles, mortars, columbine, plows and so on.

He only improved a little bit.

"I found that there are many people peeping around, I think they are here for my brother."

After saying a few words at random, Yun Haitian's expression was not very good.

For more than a month, although he has been busy transporting the bones of the monks, he has not forgotten his business.

Not only did he publish the guilt of many people who died in front of the chivalrous door in his own name, but he also tried his best to wash away An Qisheng's stigma, and advised everyone not to listen to the court's words and not to call for arrest warrants.

He also said that Huangjue Temple came forward, so that many martial arts people should not be restless.

It's a pity that the effect was very poor. As soon as he came back, his disciples reported to him. The disciples under his sect were all tired these days.

"Brother Yun, you don't have to worry about it, you can't live."

An Qisheng didn't care either, knowing that he smiled lightly.

Then he got up and said goodbye:

"Now that you're back, it's time for me to go too."

Half of his stay at Chivalry Gate~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is to digest the harvest, and half is to worry that Chivalry Gate will be turned upside down after Yun Haitian leaves.

After all, everyone knows that he is in the chivalrous door.

Even if the chivalrous people say that he is gone, those who catch up will not believe it.

"Brother is leaving now?"

Although Yun Haitian had expected it long ago, he still spoke out to retain it: "If my brother is afraid of implicated me, this is not necessary, Yun Xun has never been afraid of it in his life!"

"It's been delayed for two months, and it's time to go."

An Qisheng just waved his hand and refused.

He looked at the sky, and there was a hint of coolness between his eyebrows, which was a sign of a crisis.

But he didn't care in his heart, with a faint smile on his face:

"Some things can't be avoided."