The Great Tao Chronicle

A bright moon hangs high.

The boundless ocean is gloomy.

Amidst the ebb and flow of the tide, a cruise ship 'woohoo' moved forward.

On the deck of the Hope, An Qisheng held the handrail in his hand, blowing with the salty sea breeze and blowing with damp water vapor.

A wisp of blood lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time.

Since the people from the Bamboo Dragon Society made a move, they naturally wouldn't strike at him alone. There were fifteen people lurking on the boat at the same time.

Wang Zhixuan acted decisively, found out the traces of the Bamboo Dragon Society, and immediately started cleaning.

Within forty minutes, fifteen **** corpses were thrown into the sea.

The decisiveness of the action makes people stunned.

"Bamboo Dragon Club..."

Looking at the gloomy ocean, An Qisheng's heart sank, recalling the previous fight.

There is a chain of contempt in the martial arts world. Martial arts in the military look down on folk martial arts, and among folk martial arts, the inner family looks down on the outer martial arts.

And foreign kung fu has always been at the bottom of the contempt chain.

And the bottom is also divided into high and low. Fusang Kung Fu is much higher than Taekwondo in South Korea.

Although Taekwondo has spread widely in the world in recent years, in the martial arts world, it has always been at the bottom of the chain of contempt, and there is no lower.

Although in reality, he beat the fusang woman named Xiaoli half to death with just one elbow and one knee.

But that was also because he found out the details of her in his dream, and he was surprised. It didn't mean that the woman was a rookie.

"What are you thinking about?"

The cabin door was pushed open, and Jiang Shili, who had changed into a white martial arts suit, came to the deck.

As he got close, he could even smell the **** smell that couldn't be concealed in the delicate fragrance on the tip of his nose.

He had seen with his own eyes that when this woman started a fight, she was very ruthless. As soon as she grabbed her hand, she took out her heart and liver. She was a ruthless person.

"How are you going to deal with the Bamboo Dragon Society?"

An Qisheng turned his head and asked:

"Although Fusang is dying, with a few of us, it's impossible to kill the nest directly."

"The small size of the island country, the threat of natural disasters such as hurricanes, earthquakes, volcanoes, etc., makes them anxious, depressed, insecure, confused, confused..."

Jiang Shili walked to the handrail, and the sea breeze blew her long hair:

"So, from individuals to large countries, they all have a natural admiration for the strong, eager to learn, pursue, and occupy..."

An Qisheng listened quietly without speaking.

"The huge natural disaster decades ago caused the Fusang to sink nearly halfway, and countless people were frightened and desperate, and they had an unprecedented yearning for a vast and safe land...

A group of sick Fuso people founded the Bamboo Dragon Society after the cataclysm. Bamboo dragon, its homophonic pronunciation Zhulong, dragon, is Daxuan.

In the same way, there are also organizations such as the Bamboo Eagle Society, the Bamboo Bear Society, etc. It seems ridiculous to us, but they actually really want to do this. "

Jiang Shili looked at Wang Yang under the night and caressed his long hair on the temples:

"Because of the similarity in races and appearances, it is ten times easier for a bamboo dragon to lurk in Daxuan than in other countries, and there are also many strongholds.

Ruan Xiuping's mission was very rewarding. Xuanxuan wiped out the seven strongholds of the Bamboo Dragon Society in one fell swoop. Hundreds of spies were killed or captured, almost ruining the efforts of the Bamboo Dragon Society in Daxuan these years. "

"So, we don't need to find the Bamboo Dragon Club, as long as we go out to sea, they will swarm here, right?"

An Qisheng had a sullen face.

If he knew that Ruan Xiuping had so much trouble behind him, he would definitely not take such a task.

An organization composed of a group of neuroses is troublesome to think about.

Looking at Daxuan with a mere fusang, is this not a neuropathy?

"Yes, this is our purpose."

Jiang Shili nodded:

"It's our fault for dragging you in, but I promise, as long as we're still alive, you'll be fine."

"I'm weird."

An Qisheng turned sideways, looked at Jiang Shili, and asked:

"You and Dr. Wang are both the daughters of the big family. We were born with inexhaustible prosperity and wealth. Why would you do such a dangerous thing?"

"hehe."

Jiang Shili's brows and eyes were like clouds of smoke, and he smiled softly and said:

"Then, where do you think our status comes from? We only enjoy and don't pay?

In our Daxuan, there is no such reason! "

"It seems to be right."

An Qisheng thought about it carefully and agreed.

Whether in the past or in this life, many of the world's richest people, while possessing wealth beyond the reach of ordinary people in their entire lives, must also assume corresponding responsibilities.

Anything that is too high-profile and does not make a significant contribution to society will gradually disappear.

The so-called unmatched virtue will inevitably lead to disaster. This is the truth.

"Thinking about it now, we two big beauties with a net worth of tens of billions are charging ahead, and your little diaosi with a net worth of tens of millions is better than hiding behind. Isn't it much better?"

Jiang Shili's eyelashes fluttered and she smiled happily:

"Besides, this trip back, your net worth will be doubled!"

"Thinking about it this way, I feel even more dangerous."

An Qisheng sighed, but also figured it out.

Since ancient times, there have been many disputes among warriors.

As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, it is like throwing stones into the lake, creating ripples.

No one is truly alone. Teachers and disciples, fathers and sons, brothers and sisters, friends, one after another network of relationships connects everyone.

Therefore, in ancient times, there was a saying in seeking the Tao, that if you have something to do today, if he has something to do tomorrow, then you should cultivate a fart Tao!

If he wanted to calm down and practice, he had to understand this grievance.

"It's windy at night, sister UU reading www.uukanshu.com go back to make up for some sleep."

Feeling the change in An Qisheng's attitude, Jiang Shili waved his hand with a smile and returned to the cabin.

"These two women..."

An Qisheng looked at her back and shook his head slightly.

This woman is very powerful, and in just a few words, all the discomfort in his heart was dispelled.

Or, even if it's uncomfortable, it's hard to show it after hearing this.

Wang Zhixuan is domineering like a tiger, and Jiang Shili smiles like a fox.

These two women are a match made in heaven.

"Cough cough."

Thinking about it, An Qisheng shook his head, threw unhealthy thoughts out of his mind, turned around and returned to the cabin.

The room has been cleaned, and if you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell the blood.

As a habit, pull out the notebook and write down today's feelings.

She just went to bed with slippers, pretended to be sleeping like a fairy, and closed her eyes.

In the perspective, the stars are shining, and all the experts, scholars, and masters who have been in contact with him in the past year are flickering.

"Wang Honglin..."

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and a 'star' shone brightly, and the light filled the angle of view.

Small courtyard, old trees, bluestone slabs, swirling dead leaves, old people standing with guns, pushing the door in, young people wearing sunshine...

This is the prelude to the battle between Wang Honglin and Gu Changfeng that no one knew about 300 years ago.

Before, An Qisheng's vision cultivation was not enough, so he kept holding on to himself and did not come to dream of this battle.

At this time, the storm at sea was extremely bad.

Naturally, I have to try it out to see if I can learn any ultimate move in the battle between these two great masters.

hum~

The quiet picture scroll flows like water in An Qisheng's thoughts.

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