The Great Tao Chronicle

There is great terror between life and death!

Longevity has been pursued by countless people since ancient times. In ancient history, there were often wise and martial emperors who were deceived by alchemists. It was not because they were old and dull, but it was a matter of life and death, even the emperor could not see through.

Even for that possibility, I was willing to be deceived.

For hundreds of years, mankind has ushered in a great explosion of science and technology, and science and technology are changing with each passing day. Flying, landing on the moon, and entering the sea, the imaginations in these ancient novels have become reality.

Longevity once again took root in the hearts of some people.

Many top rich people in the world have invested tens of billions and hundreds of billions to build top research institutes.

Hearing Daoist Juechen's words, An Qisheng felt something in his heart. Once upon a time, in order to survive, he dropped out of Xuan Dao, traveled all over Daxuan, and begged immortals to visit Dao.

Doing such things, in the eyes of ordinary people, is tantamount to madness.

It's not just wanting to live.

"I cherish my life, I cherish my body..."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

Daoist Juechen has already admitted that Mu Longcheng has the power to kill him, and he, together with the assurance of perishing, is gone.

The difference is not even a little bit.

"Kung Fu is on the top line, and it's already so high. Today's Mu Longcheng is already the number one boxing in the past! If you really want to do it, I, Han Longhua, and Xue Zheng will join forces, and they won't be his opponent."

Daoist Juechen is very calm and directly admits that he is not as good as others:

"But he didn't really take that step. He was still a mortal body. Under our counterattack, he would still be injured. This is something he does not allow."

"That Taoist priest, seeing above God, what state is he in?"

Feng Mingtao is more interested in what Juechen said about the way forward, if he really walks out of the seventh realm above seeing God.

That was a major event that caused a sensation in the world of martial arts.

"Seeing God, I only have a clue when it comes to the soul. It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

Daoist Juechen shook his head slightly.

In the previous fight between the two, as Mu Longcheng said, he was paying back the kindness of his guidance back then.

The fight was short-lived, but he vaguely saw the way forward.

Knowing the road ahead, he felt a little uneasy.

When I came to see An Qisheng, it was partly out of curiosity, but most of the time, it was to suppress the idea of ​​​​immediately retreating.

The more urgent you are, the more you need to be calm.

"Mind..."

An Qisheng repeated it, and the status of psychology in his heart was instantly elevated.

After thinking for a while, he still asked:

"Master, I don't know what you wanted to call me here?"

"Old Taoist, I have supernatural power since I was a child, and I am a foreigner, and my physical strength is stronger than other gods! Mu Longcheng's physical strength is not extraordinary, but his spirit is extraordinary. He went all the way to Wudang. Shan, I didn't discover him until the Golden Temple..."

Daoist Juechen looked at An Qisheng with a faint gaze:

"How did you discover him?"

"Does the Taoist know?"

An Qisheng smiled bitterly.

"As a person in Mu Longcheng, if something very curious happened to him, he wouldn't look directly at a person who hasn't held a pill yet."

Old Daoist Juechen smiled.

"My senses are more sensitive. At that time, I felt that someone was walking behind me. I looked back subconsciously, but I didn't really find anything."

An Qisheng thought for a while and replied.

Daoist Juechen's words did not surprise him. Apart from this, there is nothing to ask him about such an existence.

"Senses..."

Daoist Juechen fell into contemplation.

When the fist reaches the transformation stage, the control of the physical body penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and it will naturally gradually come into contact with the spirit. Seeing the so-called seeking good luck and avoiding evil, it is actually the use of the spirit.

This young man can perceive the traces of Mu Longcheng, not because of his keen senses, but because his spirit is different from ordinary people.

In other words, a genius?

"In that case, it's possible."

Daoist Juechen saw that An Qisheng was hiding something, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just said:

"Little friend's spirit is different from ordinary people. After that, you might as well get in touch with methods such as visualization and meditation, which may be beneficial to your kung fu."

"Thank you, Daoist, for your suggestion."

An Qisheng got up and thanked him, feeling a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't tell the truth about this ability.

"In this case, Lao Dao won't keep the two of them."

Daoist Juechen smiled slightly.

"Goodbye, Taoist priest."

As An Qisheng spoke, Feng Mingtao also got up and said goodbye: "Listening to your words, I have gained a lot."

Daoist Juechen nodded slightly.

The two bid farewell to Taoist Juechen and left the Taihe Palace all the way. At this time, the sun had already risen, the fog gradually dissipated after the rain, and there were more tourists on Wudang Mountain.

"I thought Daoist Juechen wanted to pass on your merits to you, or accept you as a disciple."

Feng Mingtao looked at An Qisheng, a little regretful.

"Daoist Juechen accepted closed-door disciples ten years ago, how could he accept someone with a foundation like me?"

An Qisheng has no regrets. The disciples of the great master are not necessarily masters.

He is different from others. Even without the guidance of his master, his confidence in boxing practice will not be pulled down.

"That's true."

Feng Mingtao nodded.

The two walked away and said that they went down to Wudang Mountain not long after, and then Feng Mingtao withdrew from the room and got up to go back to Beijing.

An Qisheng also got on the train back to Xingcheng.

This time, the person sitting next to him was finally not a burly man, but an aunt with a big bag~www.novelmt.com~ listening to her ramble, I guess she was going to see her son.

An Qisheng opened the notebook, he killed Ruan Xiuping and got 300 points.

The other 200 were donated by Wang Zhixuan personally.

With points, it is natural to buy, buy, buy. Because of his own health, the medicated diet he eats every day is several times larger than the share of the training camp.

The consumption is also several times larger.

These five hundred points are considered timely rain, otherwise, he can only sell the house to practice martial arts.

"Poor literature is rich in martial arts, and poor literature is prosperous in martial arts. No wonder the great basalt is so popular. There are not as many people who can really practice fame."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, ready to contact the individual and sell the points.

Although the medicinal wine and the like on the forum are more precious, he needs medicinal food to make up for the deficit at this time.

On the Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum, points have always been in high demand. Liu Xianxian knew that he was going to sell it. After persuading him a few words to no avail, he immediately bought it at the market price.

Without a word, An Qisheng returned home, met his parents, and drove back to the suburbs.

In the room, he took out his notebook and summed up the gains and losses of this trip, as well as the gains and losses of what happened on Wudang Mountain.

Wudang Mountain and his party, although he did not collect all the masters of Daxuan as he imagined, but the harvest was also great.

Enough for him to digest for a long time.

Mu Longcheng's glance really made him vigilant.

Having awakened such an ability, what he should do most is to stay at home and cultivate, at least until he has completed his kung fu...

Just looking back, he was almost stared to death. He didn't want to do this experience again.

Thinking about it, he picked up the pen and wrote down three Chinese characters for Mu Longcheng in the notebook.

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