The Great Tao Chronicle

Between heaven and earth, one person sits alone, only accompanied by clouds and wind.

It is clear that this place is the most prosperous place in the Central Continent, and even the most prosperous place in the world. There are as many as one million people passing through every day. However, looking at the back of the Taoist, there is an indescribable loneliness.

It's not clear, the way is unclear, but that's what everyone feels in their hearts.

huh~

Not seeing what to do, when An Qisheng raised his head, everyone realized that he was facing him head-on.

"Real!"

"Ancestor!"

Yan Xiake, Wang E and the others stopped breathing for a while, and then they also bowed for a long time.

Even Wang E had lost his previous recklessness at this time, and his expression was much more respectful.

The ore can be refined into steel, let alone Wang E, who is so talented, he is not even a single generation among hundreds of millions of people?

Thirty years of polishing, not only the physique, the mana, but also the state of mind.

"Get up."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, and several people stood up involuntarily.

"How do you feel these ninety years?"

An Qisheng looked at Sa Wuling.

After years of polishing, it is no longer the same, and it is no longer a country old man who used to flee in danger.

His heart became more stable.

He used to be able to perform funeral services for the nearby villagers for ten years, but now he is stronger.

"Happy, angry, painful, regretful, also, afraid..."

Ripples in Sa Wuling's eyes, as if recalling everything that happened in the past ninety years.

There are one hundred and two large states in Daqing, six hundred in small states, and the population is in the hundreds of millions. I don’t know how many bizarre things have happened in them, and how many are evil cultivators and magic cultivators.

Along the way, he has almost survived, he has seen followers die from serious injuries, he has seen despair in ambush, and he has seen tragedies in the world...

An Qisheng seemed to have brilliance flashing in the depths of his eyes, and asked slowly:

"Now, are you still afraid?"

"nature....."

Sa Wuling sighed:

"Still afraid."

He adheres to the way of life, and walks the unity of knowledge and action, not cutting off the seven emotions. He still has all the emotions that a person should have, such as fear, panic, worry, joy, anger, sadness, and joy.

It's just that in the past, he fled because of fear, but now, he will rise to the challenge.

"It's good to be afraid, it's good to be afraid!"

An Qisheng nodded slightly, with a hint of sigh:

"You can go to school."

huh~

Between the words, he made a random move.

Sa Wuling's clothes did not move, but his body trembled. With An Qisheng's wave, an invisible light jumped out of his palm.

It was pinched by An Qisheng in the palm of his hand.

"Master!"

Sa Wuling's eyes flashed and disappeared, and then there was no flaw in his control.

He has already guessed many times that this hand is the handwriting of the teacher. Seeing this scene at this time, he immediately understood.

But at the same time, there is some disappointment.

In the 90 years of getting along day and night, it is natural that there will be no feelings.

In fact, along the way, he has relied on this 'hand master' several times to get out of trouble.

At this time, I was a little worried.

"The way of pure oneness, don't ask for anything else, and now you don't need anyone else's guidance."

An Qisheng put down his palm and said softly:

"His name is Mu Longcheng, and he is the teacher's former enemy."

Mu Longcheng was originally one of his attempts.

At this time, already knowing the result, Sa Wuling does not need shelter and guidance, and naturally wants to take it back.

In his current state, it is not appropriate to leave Mu Longcheng.

"Mulong City..."

Sa Wuling chewed the name twice in his mouth before bowing:

"Teacher, Mr. Mu has the kindness of giving pointers to the disciples, and I also ask the teacher to be merciful."

"I'll pay for my grievances in one lifetime. He once was my enemy, but one death is enough to repay. I won't kill him a second time."

An Qisheng replied casually.

Sa Wuling felt relieved, and asked again, "Teacher, this disciple wants to meet Mr. Mu..."

"Go by yourself."

An Qisheng thought for a moment, then raised his hand, a streamer of light disappeared into the palm of Sa Wuling:

"An hour."

"Thank you teacher!"

Sa Wuling took a deep breath and disappeared on the high platform.

"Master Yan."

At this moment, An Qisheng looked at Yan Xiake just now, the dark cloak and vestments were enough to block the gaze of the Great Master of Tribulation, but it couldn't cover his eyes.

Ninety years later, Yan Xiake has also changed a lot.

It's a pity that the flesh and bones of the living dead are not something that can be done easily, and the talent is as strong as ancient Changfeng, and it took a full ten years to become an adult.

Although Yan Xiake had good luck and comprehension, he couldn't compare to Gu Changfeng.

In his current state, if there is no fortuitous encounter, in this life, there will be no chance to incarnate as a human.

"Real people."

Yan Xiake bowed slightly.

"The legislators have worked **** this trip. At this time, you should preside over the banquet in the city."

An Qisheng said lightly:

"After that, come out with me."

"Yes."

Yan Xiake had no choice but to leave the high platform after bowing.

The two left one after another, leaving Wang E and Wei Shaoyou on the high platform.

One of the two has a changeable mind, the other has developed limbs and is flammable and explosive, but facing An Qisheng, they both bow their heads and dare not speak like a quail.

One, it was the real one who suffered a loss, the one in the gossip furnace is still his nightmare to this day.

One is the sincere awe of this old master who has disappeared in the long river of history and has never been recorded in later generations.

"Wang Evil."

An Qisheng glanced at Wang E, who was a little more majestic than he used to be, his brows were raised and his eyes were red with gold, and his magic eyes were already perfect.

"Brother, the disciple is here."

Wang Ei saluted, a little restrained.

"You have an extraordinary talent, and your physique is unparalleled in the world. There are few people in ancient and modern times. However, you also have many troubles. The mastery of power is not easy. You used to be childish and could not bear such power. Now, it is slightly insufficient."

An Qisheng put his hands on his knees and said calmly:

"Burning like thunder and fury like fire, these are your strengths and fatal flaws. If you go on like this, even if you can overcome all thunder tribulations, you will not be able to become a primordial spirit."

Power is the carrier of the state of mind, and the state of mind in turn sculpts power.

The monks in this world don't know much about the state of mind. Naturally, it is because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the Tao, the Buddha, the demon, the ghost, the evil, and the five spiritual machines contain extremely powerful appeal.

very easily influenced.

Wang E's talent came from the 'Taoist spirit', but what really inspired him was the savage qi of the 'Qi'. The collision of the two qi spirits created his unparalleled talent potential in the world.

But at the same time, his xinxing will also be affected.

There are also reasons for tempering in the gossip furnace, but it is not a simple matter to truly eradicate the poison in the heart.

"This......"

Wang Ei thought for a while, then fell to his knees:

"Ask the patriarch for guidance."

"You're rather straightforward."

An Qisheng was a little dumbfounded. After 30 years of tempering, this big man still made some progress.

Wang E did not speak.

He could accept kneeling down to his own patriarch, but he still couldn't say anything flattering.

An Qisheng knew what he was thinking, so he did not embarrass him, and spoke directly:

"Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish. At this time, Daqing seems to be prosperous and prosperous, but in fact there are many internal problems. I have no flaws to intervene, so you can solve it for me!"

"... Be the emperor for three hundred years!"

Emperor?

Wang Ei raised his head suddenly, a little confused: "What emperor?"

Wei Shaoyou's face twitched, feeling a little weird.

How dare a reckless man like Wang E actually make him a mortal emperor?

Aren't you afraid that he will kill all the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty in a fit of rage?

"Naturally he is the emperor of Daqing."

An Qisheng flicked the flick, and a stream of light flashed in the void, turning into a quaint acacia wood token and falling into his hand.

"Want me to be king?"

Wang Ei came back to his senses this time, his face full of disbelief:

"Is the ancestor joking?"

An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "What do you think?"

Wang groaned in disgust, and he didn't dare to ask again, holding the token, he didn't know what to do for a while.

Of course he didn't think it was a big deal to be the emperor.

However, the emperor is the head of a country, God knows how many troubles there is?

How do you practice yourself?

"Governing a country is also a practice."

An Qi's business has something to say, but he is unmoved.

Regulate yin and yang, manage all kinds of machines every day, and bear the survival of hundreds of millions of people. How great is this pressure?

Once you get over it, what a big gain?

Wang Xian's son was violent and fiery, but he needed such a way to calm down and polish his mood.

"The Patriarch is not afraid of the anger of the sky and the resentment caused by the disciples, and the resentment of the people is everywhere?"

Wang E couldn't help but ask back.

Although he has a cultivation base, being a Taoist priest is not the same thing as being an emperor.

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be the emperor.

"Naturally not afraid."

An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged.

He is really not afraid.

The operation of Daqing is no longer what it used to be, and it is not the emperor who has the final say when it comes to military affairs.

This is the prototype that he tried in the long-floating world, and the perfect system that has been carried forward in the past 90 years.

The role of the system is to reduce the rights of individuals.

Is it a matter of one person to govern a country?

A complete system must not be left to one person. This is already demonstrated by the disintegrating Yinsi City God system.

Learning from the past, An Qisheng will not repeat the same mistakes.

In the past 90 years, the yellow dog was the emperor, which was his attempt at this system.

What he wants is by no means a fragile system that collapses as soon as he leaves.

"good!"

There was no way to retreat, so Wang E gritted his teeth in response, holding the token and leaving.

"You remember."

An Qisheng stopped him and finally said:

"No murder."

"good!"

Wang Ei paused, then got off the high platform ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ like a meteorite and flew into the distance.

Wei Shaoyou watched this scene, and his heart became more and more in awe.

Because he inadvertently remembered that in the legend, Wang E was really an emperor, and his name seemed to be 'Qiguo'...

Could it be that it is also because of his ancestor?

"Wei Shaoyou."

Finally, An Qisheng looked at Wei Shaoyou who never said a word from beginning to end.

This person is suspected to be from the eleventh era of the future emperor.

"The disciple is here."

Wei Shaoyou fell to the ground as if he had no bones, with a respectful expression.

"You're thinking, I'm so magical and status, but I don't have a word about me in the future?"

An Qisheng's eyes were like a sea of ​​stars, and he said lightly:

"Yes or not?"

Wei Shaoyou was shocked: 'He actually knew? ’