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Mr. Su, it's good to go to Beijing with the old man!

Qi Hengwu felt that it was necessary to take certain actions, because he knew better than anyone that the Mr. Su in front of him, his achievements in martial arts, especially after the eradication of the Dao difficulty, his spirit and spirit were increasing day by day, and from the sea of bone marrow in the spine, there was always some kind of power that seemed to come from the source, making him a body of skin and bone marrow, and even the true qi of the inner family, all the time in a subtle transformation.

Su Qiannian sighed for a moment and nodded, some things cannot be solved by a strong individual force, at least within three years, relying on him alone, even if he suppresses the martial saints, it is difficult to change people's hearts, and only the power of the whole country can achieve results.

"But ......"

Thinking of the two people who were still kneeling outside the gate of the Martial Academy, Qi Hengwu also felt a little headache, if he left, there were masters of the Holy See coming, I am afraid that only a few people from Luo Qian would not be able to stop him.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Su Qinian understood his mind, and among the black hair on his complacent head, two ordinary-looking strands of hair fell out, like a psychic, rising straight in the wind, turning into several meters long, the thickness of his thumb, like two black true dragon cubs, cruising out of the maple forest, falling outside the martial academy, and binding the patriarch and Tipo.

Qi Hengwu took a deep breath, this Mr. Su's means were no different from those of the immortals, he did not doubt whether those two hairs could block the masters who might come to the Holy See, in his impression, this one would not make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he pushed everything, as if he was in the battlefield of Shanhaiguan Ruins before, the quasi-earl of the blood clan who was as strong as King Kong was not bad, in his hands, he was also as weak as an ant, and he was wiped out in a snap of his fingers.

What the hell!

Outside the gate of the martial arts, the kneeling patriarch's old face twitched, after a day of pointing fingers, he had returned to calm from the initial anger, he believed that no one in this world could escape the purification of the Holy See, that heresy in the heresy, will eventually be inescapable, and the shame he suffered will definitely be found in the inquisition in the near future.

It's just that this shackled body looks a little familiar, very much like ...... A hair.

It must be that he has thought too much, the old man has lived for nearly a hundred years, and he doesn't believe that a Chinese master can have such a miraculous means, let alone if it is really just a hair, it is really a complete disregard and humiliation, when he is like nothing in the Holy See.

......

The moon is in the middle of the sky.

Outside the city of Beijing there are still some unique cold in the north, the Forbidden City has stood for more than 300 years, even in the twenty-third century, it is still immovable, the craftsmanship of the ancient craftsmen, so that Su Qinian can not help but sigh, he has been to the Forbidden City, but in the middle of the night here, it is the first time, the Forbidden City in the middle of the night does not look deep, but in the moonlight, exudes an indescribable solemnity and grand charm.

In the depths of the Forbidden City, in a majestic hall.

An old man sitting cross-legged, dressed in a cyan Confucian shirt, with a face like a crown of jade, but with a full head of white hair, slowly opened his eyes, a faint golden light flowed, and said: "There is an old man from Jinling, and he has attracted this place. ”

"Yes, Ancestor!" someone outside the main hall replied respectfully.

A few minutes later, outside the gates of the Forbidden City.

Qi Hengwu smiled: "It's here." ”

Airplanes!

The ancient palace doors are wide open in the middle of the night, and there is a unique rhythm of its own, which is the traces left by the wear and tear of time.

"Qi Lao!"

With the two guards coming out, it was a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, wearing a lilac and white Confucian shirt, and a kind of scholarly atmosphere greeted him, mighty.

"It turned out that the seventh son of the Kong family was waiting here," Qi Hengwu said with a smile, "I heard that you have been brave and diligent in your true qi over the years, and you have broken through the seventh limit of the human body, but you are approaching the age of the sixtieth armor, which is commendable." ”

The middle-aged man who was called the seventh son of the Kong family sighed: "Where can it compare to Qi Lao, you hit a big thunder dragon knife in the daytime, shattered a hundred miles of thunderclouds, went straight into the starry sky, and proved that King Kong is immortal and incorruptible." ”

Isn't it?

For any extreme martial artist, reaching the peak and proving that King Kong is not bad is a supreme achievement and eternal pursuit.

Even two months ago, Qi Hengwu thought the same, but now, he saw a world that he had never seen before, maybe the path of life evolution, human beings had only taken the most superficial steps.

"The old man is still on his way!"

Qi Hengwu couldn't help but sigh and said, "Okay, take us to see the Holy Confucian." ”

"Qi Lao comes with me. ”

The middle-aged Confucian nodded, and while turning around, he couldn't help but glance at Su Qinian beside him, this young man was very strange in his impression, but to be able to follow Qi Lao's side, he thought that he was either a close descendant, or his identity background was extremely unusual.

Ten minutes later.

Qi Hengwu pushed open the door of a towering ancient hall in the depths of the Forbidden City, and walked into it side by side with Su Qinian, until the moment he closed the door of the palace, the middle-aged Confucian was still a little suspicious, why did that young man have no eyesight at all, but it seemed that Qi Lao was guiding him.

The hall is very quiet, there is incense burner smoke, and the sandalwood fragrance is not very strong, which makes people feel calm.

Looking at the center of the main hall, the old man in green shirt sitting cross-legged on a futon, Su Qinian felt a small world power, but it was a little incomplete, but it was not the prototype of Qi Hengwu, it was obvious that the one in front of him who was called a saint Confucian, was stained with a holy word, which should be the number one master in China today, the title of martial saint above King Kong is not bad.

Descendants of Confucianism, descendants of Confucius!

This is what Qi Hengwu told Su Qinian, this holy Confucian sits in the capital all the year round, and even the high-level wants to give him the position of national teacher, but he is politely refused, only saying that the root of the country is for the people, and he does not dare to be the teacher of hundreds of millions of people.

At this moment, the holy Confucian opened his eyes.

If the aura of the middle-aged Confucian was a breeze, the sage in front of him was like the Yangtze River, and even the ocean.

Well?

The next moment, this holy Confucian's gaze crossed over Qi Hengwu and fell on Su Qinian beside him.

Because the aura he had just sensed was only Qi Hengwu alone, but now it was two people who walked into the main hall, and even if he opened his eyes, even if he was standing in front of him, he couldn't sense it.

"Qi Hengwu, I have seen the predecessors of the Holy Confucian. ”

Immediately, Qi Hengwu saluted respectfully, even if he was over a hundred years old, in front of this holy Confucian, he was only a junior, the holy Confucian had lived for a hundred years long before the establishment of the Extreme Martial Dao, and after the establishment of the Extreme Martial Dao, almost only half a month after the contemporary pope, it was proved that King Kong was not bad, and decades passed, and then nine days after it, he was promoted to the title of Martial Saint.

It can be said that for Huaguo, the Holy Confucianism is the Dinghai Shenshen Needle, and the existence of Dingding Qiankun is just that the Holy Confucianism lives in simplicity and does not seek fame and fortune, and in the impression of many people, it is not as good as those King Kong is not bad and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"This is ......," the holy confucianism looked at Qi Hengwu.

Half an hour later.

Between the two fingers of the old man in the cyan shirt, a silver-purple crystal long knife hummed, and the void was twisted, and the thunder was agitated, but he couldn't break free.

Bite!

With a flick of his fingers, the long knife shot and fell back into Qi Hengwu's hands, he took half a step back, retracted the knife into his body, and thought that he had unlocked the Dao trap, even if he first entered King Kong, it was enough to stand on the peak, and the gap between the title of martial saint would be infinitely closer, but it was not until he fought with the saint Confucian, he realized that he was still far away, from the body of the saint Confucian, he actually felt the same Dao breath, but it was very weak, and he could not reach the level of enlightenment.

"Sure enough, it's the way!"

Shengru sighed: "I didn't expect that it was Xiao Qi that you took this step first, but we stopped, and we saw a great terror." ”

Su Qinian looked at this old sage Confucian, and was actually able to perceive the aura hidden behind the Dao Sleep, this person's spiritual will is not weak, and he has actually reached the reincarnation realm, generally speaking, in the vast starry sky, the sage who has just entered reincarnation is just this level of will cultivation.

Qi Hengwu didn't dare to take credit, and after a few minutes, this holy Confucian stared, looked at Su Qiannian, and said: "There is really a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in heaven and earth, but I didn't expect that the world was silent, and your Excellency was born with such a young title of martial saint." ”

The forty-seven-year-old title of Martial Saint, even with the state of mind of this saint for more than two hundred years, has also made waves, and it is precisely because of this step that he knows how difficult the road of martial arts is, whether it is him or the contemporary pope and other thirteen people, they have paid an unimaginable price for ordinary people.

After being silent for a long time, the holy Confucian said again: "Faith is chaotic, but it involves the people's livelihood and matters, and it should not be moved lightly, Your Excellency may have noticed something, but the ruins of the battlefield are not idle, and the whirlpools of various sects are very fast, that is, I Confucianism, many years ago, respected Confucianism, for preaching the world, and also swayed and disturbed people's hearts. ”

After a pause, the old man stared at Su Qinian, his golden eyes were open and deep, they were almost condensed into the essence of Haoran righteousness, and he muttered: "Old decay needs a reason. ”

Qi Hengwu was suddenly a little nervous, the heart of the Holy Confucian was not in his own hands, in the world, he felt that he still had something to consider, but the time was urgent, and it was not allowed to be considered in the long run.

Su Qinian smiled, he looked directly into the eyes of the saint, and then showed a solemn look, and said, "Okay, Su Mou gave you a reason." ”

He slowly closed his eyes, and in his memory, endless time and space crossed, and a figure appeared, gradually overlapping with it.

"I raise Haoran Qi, and I can measure the sky at hand!"

Su Qiannian spoke again, his eyes opened again, and an indescribable rhythm suddenly spread in the hall, startling the saint to get up. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for the ten steps!Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket.) ）