Mako Qi died.

Time is like being clicked on the accelerator button, rushing forward and moving forward.

Decade.

Twenty years.

Thirty years.

Thirty years of Longxing's rule will pass as soon as the smoke is gone.

'Jianlong Prosperous Age' became history.

Generations of emperors have changed, and the times have changed, and Daliang has built Emperor Yan Zhongxing, and after two generations of prosperity and Longxing, it is inevitable to enter the cycle of turning from prosperity to decline.

After the heyday.

After barely supporting it for eighty-seven years, it was finally difficult to maintain, and it collapsed, and the Zheng dynasty came to an end.

A century-old dynasty.

A thousand-year-old family.

Iron-clad Bao Zhilin.

Rising and falling, dynastic changes, Bao Zhilin has always stood tall for two hundred and thirty years.

One hundred and seventeen years ago.

Chen Jichuan, Sun Sihai, and Jin Shenggu rushed thousands of miles to Feixian Mountain to kill the demon Daoqi Zhenzi.

Then they practiced separately.

Chen Jichuan still traveled through the mountains and rivers, and deeply studied seven or eight secret methods such as "Tongyu Jue", "Ploughshare Mantra" and "Thousand Jin Drag Mountain Pressing Method" that he obtained from Tongshenguan.

Harvest a lot.

Walking in all directions, seeing the Taoism of each family, constantly accumulating, and learning, the Taoism learned gradually increased, and the Taoism became deeper.

But maybe the physical body is too strong, even if the soul is strong, Chen Jichuan will always be unable to make the soul break free from the body and reach the state of out-of-body.

Fortunately, he cultivated in three ways, and the Taoism was difficult, but his internal and external skills were advancing by leaps and bounds.

A hundred years ago.

Ban claw and class tooth passed away in the courtyard of Bao Zhi Lin and slept in the warm sun of spring.

Four years later.

Jin Shenggu flew back to Baozhilin, saw Chen Jichuan for the last time, closed his eyes, and left the world.

Seventy years ago.

'Fist Town Mountains and Rivers' Sun Sihai failed to break through the strength after all, and was trapped at the ninth level.

Before he died, he appeared in the Baozhi forest, led his disciples to box, and practiced the seventy-two unique skills of Chen Men one by one, and then stood in the school ground, never opening his eyes again.

this year.

Sun Sihai is one hundred and forty-six years old.

Chen Jichuan is 112 years old and his bone age is 65 years old.

Same.

Chen Jichuan broke eight with his strength and eight with his internal strength, but the Dao method still stayed at the sixth layer, and it was difficult for his soul to get out of his body.

The years are merciless.

The old man is old.

Chen Jichuan asked alone.

……

this day.

Dai County Hidden Mountain.

In the woods.

Two little Taoist children came with food boxes.

One of them, the little Taoist boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, 'Qingfeng', said curiously: "I heard that the ancestor has been in the cave for nine years, isn't he bored?" ”

"What is this?"

"The patriarch is a fairy-like figure, even the viewer is very respectful, and when he opens and closes his eyes, it is dozens of spring and autumn, and nine years is quite short."

'Mingyue' was delicate, and she didn't look weird.

"Wow!"

"So powerful?"

Qingfeng's mouth grew and his eyes widened, obviously startled.

It was the first time he had delivered food to this legendary patriarch, and he had only heard the senior brothers mention it in the past, and there were all kinds of sayings, but he couldn't hear it, and he didn't have a specific concept.

Now that he came over by himself, he was about to meet that patriarch, and Qingfeng was even more curious-

Even the Spectator must be respectful.

Facing the wall for nine years, it didn't come out.

Such a legendary figure is too lethal for a little Taoist boy of Qingfeng and Mingyue.

"That's it."

"Wait a while, look at it, outside the cave where the ancestor is retreating, there are two mountain guarding beasts, they guard the ancestor and don't let the demons hurt him."

Mingyue raised her little face and snorted.

Being able to show off in front of her friends and seeing Qingfeng's jaw-dropping appearance made Mingyue very proud.

"And the Mountain Guardian Divine Beast?"

"You can't eat people, do you?"

Qingfeng was frightened, and his brain made up the scene of the fierce monster's long mouth, and he ate him, a little boy with fine skin and tender meat, in one bite.

He trembled with fright.

"Ann, la, la."

"How can a divine beast eat people?"

Mingyue grinned and patted Qingfeng's shoulder to soothe slightly.

Two little boys walked on the mountain road, one was proud, the other was startled, and jumped to the upper part of the middle peak of the Wuzhi Peak at the west foot of Qianshan, outside a natural stone cave not far from the top of the mountain.

Look at it from afar.

I saw that outside the stone cave, two little tigers were lying on their stomachs on the left and right, with tiger heads and tiger brains, strange and cute. Sometimes the two little tigers are frolicking, and sometimes they are bored and looking at the sky in a daze.

Qingfeng looked at the two little tigers and turned his head to look at Mingyue: "Senior brother, is this the Mountain Guarding Divine Beast?" ”

"yes."

"They're obedient."

Mingyue grinned, took out two pieces of dried meat from her arms, and called to the two little tigers: "Xiao Shou, Xiao Shan, come here, I will bring you food again!" ”

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The two little tigers roared twice, then ran over and ate the two pieces of dried meat, and then licked Mingyue's small faces on both sides, giggled Mingyue's teasing eyes, and licked the saliva wet, before turning around, shaking his ass, humming and returning to the cave to guard.

Qingfeng looked at the envy from the side, and secretly thought in his heart: "When I come over next time, I will also bring meat to Xiaoshou Xiaoshan to eat." ”

Just thinking about it.

I saw Mingyue pull him forward and put two very heavy food boxes at the entrance of the cave.

Qingfeng took the opportunity to look timidly at the entrance of the cave.

And he saw that the hole was bright, and there were holes that were cut through and shone in the sun.

In the middle, a cleanly clothed Taoist is in this stone cave, facing the stone wall, sitting upright, his legs are bent, his hands are pinching the white crane, his eyes are level, and his heart is facing the sky.

Qingfeng was fascinated by it, and felt that the Taoist in the cave gave him a very comfortable feeling, and inexplicably wanted to take another look and look at it twice.

"Don't look at it!"

It was Mingyue who pulled him again, and then he came back to his senses.

Hurriedly picked up the empty food box that was placed aside, and trotted down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain.

Qingfeng asked Mingyue: "Senior brother, was that the ancestor just now?" ”

"Yes."

"Like an immortal?"

Mingyue nodded and asked rhetorically.

"Like."

Qingfeng thought for a moment and nodded affirmatively, but couldn't help but ask, "Has the ancestor been in the cave for nine years?" ”

"Of course not."

"What you just saw is when the patriarch entered the meditation. After the meditation is made, the patriarch will stand up, play a few sets of very majestic and powerful boxing techniques, and then continue to visualize and settle down. ”

Mingyue carried the food box, hummed and gestured a few times, looking like a tiger.

Qingfeng also learned.

The two little road boys were playing and fighting, and they disappeared again at the end of the road in the forest.

……

Night.

Chen Jichuan stood up again, took a trip to chase the wind, walked a few steps to the plum blossom pile, moved his body bones, and swept away the fatigue accumulated in the concentration.

Then he turned his head and continued to meditate.

Nine years ago.

Chen Jichuan has traveled all over the mountains and rivers in the north and south, and consciously accumulated enough, but it is difficult to advance the Taoism.

So he returned to Dai County.

Come to the middle wall of the 'Eternal Life View' of the Baozhilin Road Department.

This retreat is nine years.

Nine years.

He sorted out all what he had learned in his life, precipitated himself, and consciously improved his martial arts and Taoism, which was far more concise and consolidated than before.

More than 3,000 days and nights.

Combing through.

Sufficient precipitation.

Chen Jichuan has a hunch that his soul is out of his body, just tonight!

……