The three great masters of the Great Xuan Seeing God, the Absolute Dust Daoist does not come out of the world, Han Longhua has been closed for many years, only Xue Zheng has entered the world and instructed many juniors in boxing and kung fu.

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

Once, An Qisheng also knew from him the secret of why the road ahead was over.

But he has a lot to think about this.

Da Xuan, above the Xuanxing is a very special country, martial arts, internal strength, Taoism, flying swords, hundreds of schools, and even 'qi'......

and so on, there are obvious signs of being out of step with the world.

For example, the legend of Peng Zu's 800th birthday, for many people in modern times, will only think that it is a false rumor, or doubt the correctness of the ancient calendar, but they do not believe that he really lived for 800.

Even the previous An Qisheng was a little skeptical in his heart.

It wasn't until he fell asleep that he heard and saw the 'Universe Replacement'.

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

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

This idea had already taken root in his heart when he returned from his dream for a long time, but there were too many things along the way, and he didn't try it for a long time.

It's been delayed until now.

"Handwritten by the predecessors?"

Xue Zheng's eyes moved, and he was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't ask, just nodded: "Yes, I do have a few handwritten books of the sages, but most of them have nothing to do with cultivation, just simple writings, and even casually written letters." ”

Not every great master has written works that have been handed down, and those that have been handed down are not necessarily related to the practice of boxing.

Half of his collection is remembrance, and half is to appreciate the spirit of the sages.

This is also the reason why Mu Longcheng once went to Wudang Mountain to ask for a handwritten letter, instead of looking for him.

"Teacher, Brother An, there are many people here, let's go up the mountain and talk in detail."

At this time, Jing Xiaolou reminded him.

Practicing martial arts also cultivates spiritual temperament, the worst of the people are dark and successful, and their temperament is outstanding, and they naturally attract the attention of many people when they get together.

Xue Zheng glanced at it, and there seemed to be people around him who had recognized him, and nodded:

"Let's go up the hill and talk about it."

"Okay."

Naturally, An Qisheng had no objections.

A group of people had fast feet, and before the curious tourists came up, they had disappeared on the mountain road.

......

In the Xue manor.

Xu Hongyun woke up quietly, he was still in a trance at first, but when he woke up, he suddenly jumped like thunder: "White Tiger!" ”

"Alright."

Xue Zheng couldn't hear this, so he frowned and interrupted: "I am weak and weak, who is to blame?" ”

"Old Ghost Xue, what do you mean?"

Xu Hong was unlucky.

"Literally." Xue Zheng glanced at Xu Hongyun lightly: "You are more than ten years younger than me, and the conditions for learning martial arts are much better than mine. ”

Xu Hongyun's qualifications are not bad, but his mind is more about feng shui formations, dabbling in Qimen, and he is interested in Mai physiognomy, so he is too distracted, so it is naturally difficult to achieve anything.

"If you're still making trouble, you'd better go back this time!"

The white tiger was also a little unbearable, and his face sank.

Hearing the word 'Jairvoy', Xu Hongyun's face trembled, but he still sat down.

What he is most afraid of in the Special Affairs Bureau is not the white tiger or the green dragon, but Danhuang and Jianxi, who have quarrels with other people, and he can always not fall behind.

Only these two people are really fighting.

"Lin Ling, Captain White Tiger, you came to Treasure Island to look for me, does it have anything to do with the 'King's Power Dream'?"

Xue Zheng's eyes were deep, and he seemed to see through the thoughts of the two.

"Xue Lao's eyes are like torches, we are indeed here to invite Xue Lao to come out of the mountain and help me in the 'dream of royal power'......"

Speaking of business, Bai Hu's face suddenly became serious.

It has been more than half a year since the 'gate' descended from the sky, and the sword of royal power slashed across the air, and the horizontal gate was in the air.

Since that day, the Special Affairs Bureau's emphasis on the 'Dream of Kingship' has reached an extremely high level, and more than seventy percent of the dreamers in the whole country have entered the 'establishment' of the Special Affairs Bureau.

But half a year has passed, and the dreamers outside the Great Xuan, who were not adapted to the water and soil at the beginning and were beaten by tricks, have gradually grown up.

Because of the great Xuan power, an atmosphere has been faintly formed for the Great Xuan dreamers.

At first, it was quietly co-opted and secretly suppressed, but later, it was already a naked conflict and killing.

"The dream realm of kingship is quite similar to that of the Great Xuan in ancient times, although there were not tragic deaths in the early days of the Great Xuan's dreamers, more of them were also mixed like fish in water, and they steadily suppressed the dreamers from all over the world.......

Until a few days ago, there was a master abroad, and many people suffered his losses, and more than a dozen masters who went to search for the royal sword were killed twice by him, losing the identity of the dreamer. ”

Speaking of this, Bai Hu's face was also a little calm: "I don't know this person's real name, and the dreamers outside the country call him 'Truman', this person's purpose is very clear, and he is also the sword of royal power." ”

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

Xue Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and he recalled: "More than ten years ago, there was a Westerner who came to challenge me, at that time I had gone into hiding, and I didn't want to fight with people, but this person came all the way to the door, this person's boxing skills are fierce, with traces of the Western Crusades, and there are also martial arts teachings, and some jiu-jitsu, yoga, learning is very miscellaneous, very fine, and the means are very high......."

"That's how it should be!"

Bai Hu slapped the table: "That man's methods are ruthless, judging by his movements, there are indeed traces of yoga and jiu-jitsu, and the traces of killing and fighting in the Western army are also very heavy." ”

"That person was already Gang Jin back then, and his physical strength was strong, and among the Dan Realm Gang Realm martial artists I have seen over the years, only Qinglong is a little stronger than him. It's a pity that Qinglong ......."

Xue Zheng shook his head and didn't continue.

In reality, half a year, but in the dream, it has been more than five years, which is not a short time, and for the original foundation of boxing, this time is enough to improve by leaps and bounds.

Whether it's in the 'dream of kingship' 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.

For example, the green dragon......

"That's what you said."

The corners of the White Tiger's mouth also twitched, everyone at the top of the Special Affairs Bureau today is a dreamer, but the original strongest boss is not.

This is extremely unbearable for a person like Qinglong.

"Well, I'll answer you."

After Xue Zheng pondered for a moment, he nodded and agreed: "The royal power sword is very important, but it can't fall into the hands of careerists. ”

He also had doubts in his heart.

On the surface, An Qisheng is the number one in the world, whether it is reality or dreams, but why don't the people in the Special Affairs Bureau ask An Qisheng for help, but ask themselves to help......

But he didn't ask, although the status of the Special Affairs Bureau was not high, some of the secret secrecy levels were extremely high.

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

The white tiger breathed a sigh of relief and cared about An Qisheng's whereabouts, but he didn't know what Mr. An was here for.

He......

......

Xue Zheng's treasury is very large, and the treasury is very rich.

From bronzes to ceramics, from ancient oracle bone inscriptions, to bamboo slips, to yellowed paper classics, from landscape paintings, to graffiti-like brushstrokes.

It's got it all.

As soon as he walked into it, An Qisheng felt a strong atmosphere of time, not all of which were genuine, but even if they were imitations, they also had a heavy sense of historical precipitation.

"This is where the teacher's collection is located, most of which were bought from abroad, and a small half of them were searched for and given to the teacher by our disciples and other disciples."

Jing Xiaolou waved his hand to let the disciple who took care of the collection go out, and introduced it to An Qisheng.

Bronze area, porcelain area, ancient books area, imitation area, all kinds of classification, the collection is very well protected.

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

"This is a posterity translation, and it is more than 700 years old."

Jing Xiaolou glanced at the book and introduced.

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

An Qisheng glanced at it, and many of the words on this ancient book were already in full view.

The writing of this book can be regarded as a generation of Confucianism, and it is worth seeing, but that's all.

Putting down this ancient book, An Qisheng paced, raised his hand from time to time, and took out three 'ancient books' under Jing Xiaolou's gaze.

A mutilated bamboo slip, a badly faded stone slab, and a pale yellow silk silk book.

"Brother An, what do you pay attention to taking these three things?" Jing Xiaolou asked.

He had little interest in antiques, but he was very interested in Anchisheng's purpose.

"Brother Jing has a study of Taoism, Confucianism, and Interpretation?" An Qisheng held the three things and asked rhetorically.

"No, I didn't."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head: "Learning boxing has consumed all my energy, and it is difficult to distract him anymore, and the teacher does not approve of me coming into contact with these at this time." ”

"It's right not to learn. Those who practice Confucianism are detained, those who learn the old are crazy, and those who learn Buddhism are narrow, and those who do not seek to understand are harmful. ”

Walking out of the vault, hearing An Qisheng's words, Su Jie nodded slightly.

Naturally, this sentence of Zen Master Hongjue is not to belittle the three paths, but to say that the vast majority of people are difficult to understand thoroughly and deeply, but it is harmful.

Listening to the Confucian etiquette is confined to the etiquette, seeing that Lao Tzu naturally does nothing is really doing nothing, and hearing that Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, so he makes a hypocritical posture.

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's next for Mr. Ahn?"

Su Jie was a little curious.

An Qisheng held the three things and walked to the Huxin Pavilion step by step: "After taking the book, it is natural to read the book." ”

Reading?

Jing Xiaolou and Su Jie were a little stunned.

How developed is the Internet now, there is a lot of information, so why come all the way here to read books?

Looking at An Qisheng sitting cross-legged under the sunset,

The two were curious, but they didn't bother An Qisheng.

He paused for a moment before turning and leaving.

Behind the two of them, in the Huxin Pavilion, An Qisheng put down the other two things, and gently pressed his palm on the only remaining word on the broken stone tablet.

That word is - Tao.

Airplanes~

The moment the palm of his hand pressed on the stone tablet, An Qisheng's eyes were deep, and the Dao picture hummed, shining like water.

In an instant, in An Qisheng's eyes, the world was peeled away again.

The wind against the current, the rolling clouds, turned from dim to bright sunset......

time, in the countercurrent.

Compared with the shock when he first saw him, An Qisheng at this time was much calmer, but feeling the time against the current, everything was turning rapidly, and only his own immovable world was the world.

His heart was still touched.

He can feel the vicissitudes of history and the spirit of the writer through the medium, but he can't do it to the extent that 'Tao Yitu' almost goes against time and space.

He felt it quietly.

He saw the advent of the 'Gate of Xenomorphism', the earth-shattering stab of the sword of royal power, the disappearance of Mu Feng, the Tongzhengyang who ascended to the Taiguo Bay, and the disappearing statue of the goddess......

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

Time flies, and the rush is very fast, but at this time, the countercurrent is faster, and thousands of years seem to have passed with a flick of his fingers, and An Qisheng seems to have just blinked.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a different world.

.....

The mountains stretch, the vegetation is verdant, the birds fly in the sky, the white clouds roll, and the world is beautiful and picturesque.

Whew~

The wind was blowing, the weeds were waist-high, and Anqi was born in a wave of wind-blown grass, his eyes as deep as the sea.

The dream contained in one word has been magnificent to this point, and the mountains, rivers and mountains are all there, as if traveling back to the past.

It can be seen how strong the spirit of the imprint is.

"Whew!"

Anqi stood in the sea of grass and took a deep breath, the wind howling all around, and the invisible air flow brought him countless information.

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

The war that has lasted for many years has been deeply imprinted in this world.

The Zhou dynasty declined, and the princes did not go to court, but instead entrenched themselves, fought against each other, and competed for Jiuding, staging a legend that is still remembered by future generations for thousands of years.

Heroes, heroes, heroes, ministers, generals, beauties......

This is the time when the spark of thought is the most brilliant, and many schools and theories were born in this war-torn land.

Later generations also called it, a hundred schools of thought!

Countless allusions from legends rippled in his heart.

He paced through the meadows to the scenic mountain in the distance, which later became known as Zhongnan Mountain.

There are many legends in Zhongnan since ancient times.

There are many immortals, and the legend of the monks living in seclusion here.

Of course, just legends.

Whew~

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

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

Instead, he waited quietly outside Zhongnan Mountain.

His wait did not last long, the sky was a little dark, and in the light of the setting sun, he saw the person he was waiting for.

It was an ox cart.

A slender and elegant-looking middle-aged man came slowly in an ox cart, and on top of the ox cart, an old man with white hair, white eyebrows and long beard sat quietly cross-legged, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

The two came from far and near.

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