The Great Tao Chronicle

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The wind blows the weeds.

Under the flickering firelight, Miao Xiu's shadow was drawn very long.

Miao Xiu stopped, her eyes lifted slightly, and she looked at Wang Zhixuan outside the forest:

"Dr. Wang, long time no see."

He and Wang Zhixuan naturally met each other.

A few years ago, Wang Zhixuan went to the Yunnan-Myanmar border to hunt down a drug lord who crossed the border, and had a meeting with him.

Wang Zhixuan's expression remained unmoved, her voice sounded like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and the spring water ding-dong:

"The Tiger King came with murderous intentions, to kill me?"

Miao Xiu's killing intent was hardly concealed, and she could naturally sense it.

However, she doesn't seem to have any grudges against him...

But she didn't care either. Even if she faced Mu Longcheng back then, she was not afraid. Although Miao Xiu was strong, it would not be more deterrent than Mu Longcheng.

"What Dr. Wang said is not bad."

Miao Xiu stood in the wilderness with his hands behind his back, and there was a ripple in his eyes:

"This old man is here, all he wants is your life."

"If the Tiger King wants it, just come and take it. If you take it, you can take it as you please."

Wang Zhixuan lowered her gaze and stared at the ground:

"However, if you can't kill me, then it's no wonder that I'll be less sympathetic in the future."

"Can't I kill you?"

Miao Xiu naturally knew what Wang Zhixuan meant, and his breath suddenly became fierce:

"You don't ask, why did the old man kill you?"

"What does it matter?"

Wang Zhixuan replied calmly.

Her curiosity was never serious, and at this moment, she didn't care why Miao Xiu came to kill her.

Because that makes no sense.

No matter why Miao Xiu came, this battle was inevitable.

"Alright, alright."

Miao Xiu nodded, his eyes gradually calmed down:

"You're so happy, you save the old man a lot of words, and then the old man will give you dignity."

"Oh? How to be decent?"

Wang Zhixuan looked at Miao Xiu with clear eyes.

"Huh!"

Miao Xiu slowly exhaled, the air flow was like an arrow, the air waves were amazing, and a large piece of grass fell to the ground in front of him:

"The dignity of a warrior..."

Boom!

The air is turbulent, and the wilderness trembles.

Miao Xiu's feet moved, and the wind swept across the wilderness, roaring like a fine tiger roaring in the mountains and forests.

The fist slammed out, and the air waves rolled in:

"The winner lives, the loser dies!"

........

Before the early spring, the forest was bleak, no sound, no insects, only the sound of 'crashing' from the wind blowing the branches.

An Qisheng trekked between the mountains and forests, walking on foot, not seeing people, not talking to people.

He forgot the hustle and bustle of the world and immersed himself in kung fu.

In the past and present, An Qisheng has practiced boxing for more than 20 years, but he has never been so immersed in it.

Mingming has not seen anyone for a long time, but his heart is more and more fulfilled, and it seems that there are many people accompanying him.

The soul seems to have been washed.

He had memories of his past life when he was young, and he thought a lot every day. He had to weigh the pros and cons of anything he did, and consider the pros and cons.

Too prudent, but also lost the temperament it should have.

But people are never static.

Education, environment, fortune, status, etc. will create different people and different moods.

A person is at the bottom, and he is busy every day. What he thinks in his heart is only firewood, rice, oil and salt. No matter how he feels, he cannot escape the category of ordinary people.

But if he is placed at the pinnacle of power, even if he can't grasp the yin and yang, he will definitely change from the state of mind of ordinary people.

A cowardly person can become brave and strong by practicing martial arts and joining the army.

A good person who is dedicated to goodness may become a very evil person when he encounters great changes.

Even the most evil people are attacked, and there is the possibility of repentance.

The person is still the same person, but the heart may not always be that heart.

In the mountains and forests, An Qisheng hit trees and rocks with the wildest movements, practiced boxing and swimming naked in the river, ran barefoot in the sand and stones, beat his flesh under the waterfall, sat and meditated under the bright moon, As the sun rises, boxing on the top of the mountain......

Gradually, An Qisheng felt the change.

His heart is like a piece of jade sealed in the mud and stone. After polishing, it reveals its original bright, pure and crystal brilliance.

This day, in the early hours of the morning, he once again climbed to the top of a high mountain.

At the right time, when the red sun is rising and the morning light is breaking, a red glow in the distance gradually spreads, and then renders the entire sky.

A bright yellow light fell down, illuminating the world.

Phew!

Suck!

On the top of the mountain with the deep morning dew, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and he seemed to hear the sound of shattering.

At this moment, his mind was infinitely close to his body, and he seemed to be able to feel every detail in his body.

The beating of the heart, the flow of blood, the quivering of the bones, the peristalsis of the internal organs...

He felt the happiness of the body, it seemed that the organs, even the cells invisible to the naked eye, were cheering.

"Organs, do you also have consciousness?"

An Qisheng murmured to himself, this feeling is too real and a little illusory, making him feel like he was in a dream.

"Organs are naturally conscious."

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

"Who?"

An Qisheng was taken aback.

Although he is in a state of immersion, his senses are so sharp that he can detect the wind and grass within a radius of twenty meters.

This man came silently behind him.

He looked back ~www.novelmt.com~ The man was dressed in a broad robe, with broad shoulders and a thick back, big ears and round eyes, and a long beard like grass. Who was he who was not the Taoist Juechen?

"Dao, Dao Master?"

An Qisheng was a little surprised:

"You, why are you here?"

"I have been in Wudang Mountain."

Daoist Juechen stood with his hands behind his back, his long sleeves fluttering.

"Wudang Mountain?"

An Qisheng stood up abruptly, looked around, and saw the Golden Temple of Wudang Mountain shining in the sunlight on the top of the mountain not far to the north.

Unconsciously, he came to Wudang Mountain unexpectedly?

"The moment you stepped into Wudang Mountain, I discovered you. Your state was very strange, so I didn't alarm you."

Taoist Juechen looked at An Qisheng with a hint of strangeness in his eyes:

"I could see that your 'God' is very special, but I didn't expect you to feel the consciousness of your organs?"

"Do organs really have consciousness?"

An Qisheng was stunned.

"It can't be called consciousness, but God."

When Daoist Juechen spoke, it was still a little strange:

"Breaking the void, seeing the gods is not bad, the so-called seeing the gods is the **** in the body, your progress is not slow, you have entered the transformation force in a short period of time, but even if you hold the pill and become a gangster, you should not see it. The 'God' of organs is right."

"Break the void and see that God is not bad..."

An Qisheng chewed these eight words, his heart moved, and said:

"Master Dao, do you mean that the 'god' in breaking the void and seeing the indestructible **** is the body spirit mentioned in the Huang Ting Jing?"

"Huang Tingjing?"

Now it was Daoist Juechen's turn to be stunned.

He knows everything about the collection of scriptures in the world, so what is the so-called "Huang Ting Jing"?

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