Great Dao Ji

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden calm on the avenue.

An Qisheng's face was calm, with a smile in his eyes.

Traditionally, quacks and magicians have always told people's fortunes, and they must catch the person's attention with just three words, making them frightened and shocked. Only in this way can they take the initiative.

Although Han Changgong possesses the art of gazing, can perform military maneuvers, and calculate the fate of the country, he cannot escape the fact that he was born as a charlatan.

An Qisheng naturally knows this.

Although the two met for the first time, Huang Fu had already seen Han Changgong thousands of times when he was practicing the Wan Lun Qi Technique in his dream, so it was natural that he would not know his details.

Therefore, he said calmly without blinking:

"There is a saying among quacks and magicians: first understand the meaning before speaking, and understand the heart before speaking! Mr. Han is very proficient in using these skills, but there is no need to elaborate on these skills."

Because of Huang Fu, he had no ill feelings towards Han Changgong, but he was too lazy to fight with him.

Having seen through his words, Han Changgong's expression did not change.

After looking at An Qisheng carefully, he said with some strangeness:

"Although the face of the Taoist priest is that of longevity, it is not a very noble appearance. There must be a calamity in his life, and his lifespan is less than a hundred years."

Don’t live longer than a hundred years?

An Qisheng's heart moved. If he hadn't come, Old Taoist Wang Quan would have been afraid that his bones would be cold at this time. This is quite true.

But on his face, his eyes turned cold:

"Are you cursing me?"

Phew~

As the words fell, there was a bone-chilling chill.

‘This old man is so murderous’

Han Changgong was stunned, but with a smile on his face:

"There are limits to physiognomy and it's hard to see everything. Maybe I saw it wrong."

"Taoist Priest!"

With the intention to kill aroused, Gui Xiaoer woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw An Qisheng standing far away from Hanchang Palace, and his expression changed immediately:

"Taoist Master, please show mercy!"

Gui Xiaoer was anxious.

Huang Fu asked him to report the news before, but he didn't want Hanchang Palace to notice him, so he took him with him directly.

He had seen everything about the battle on the city wall, and was shocked by An Qisheng's unparalleled murderousness.

Seeing the confrontation between the two at this time, he couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up.

"The waiter!"

Han Changgong glared at him, then straightened the sleeves of his robe and looked at An Qisheng:

"Everyone in the world says that Chang Fei is a murderous person, but Han knows that Chang Fei is a murderous person!"

It had only been two years since An Qisheng's rise, and he had already killed tens of thousands of people, making everyone fear him like a tiger. But at this time, some people said that he was not bloodthirsty.

Gui Xiaoer couldn't help but twitch his face.

The atmosphere on the road was still solemn, and An Qisheng was noncommittal:

"Yeah?"

"All the murderous intentions of the six thousand miles have been vented. The Taoist priest is now in a perfect aura and his nature is clear. I am afraid that if he has achieved perfection, he will act recklessly again, but it will be more loss than gain."

Han Changgong sighed slightly.

Although it was his first meeting, he had already known An Qisheng's condition at this time based on his fortune-telling and facial recognition. Therefore, he still dared to come after Ji Chonghua and others were wiped out.

Ordinary people are distracted and half-hearted. Every time they make a decision, they turn around and forget it again. They are so distracted and unfocused.

People who are successful in martial arts are strict with themselves and have a firm mind. Once they make a decision, they will not be shaken by external things. However, at this time, all kinds of distracting thoughts still arise and it is difficult to condense.

‘Yin Shen leaving the body’ is the only way for divine veins to pass through, but not everyone is qualified to gather ‘Yin Shen’.

An Qisheng was in an extremely strange state at this time, harmonious and complete, with strong Yin spirit and no distracting thoughts. It was almost ten percent that he could survive the "Yin spirit leaving the body".

After being hit by the Shura field, the murderous intention is not lingering in the body. This state is something that he cannot achieve.

When everyone was shocked by An Qisheng's murderous nature and dared not approach him, he knew that An Qisheng might be at his most peaceful at this time.

"You are wrong about this."

An Qisheng shook his head.

His state of mind has long been cultivated to a state where his true nature hangs like a mirror and no distracting thoughts linger in his heart. How can he be troubled by distracting thoughts?

After traveling these six thousand miles, he was more focused on sorting out his own spirit, martial arts, and understanding the transformation of 'god'.

When you practice spiritual practice, what you cultivate comes naturally and naturally.

Any breakthrough in battle, a breakthrough due to the general situation, in his opinion, is just a heresy.

Those who seek breakthroughs in battle are often beaten to death.

The general trend is the same, and Feng Qingxuan's lessons are not far away.

What he realizes is that the general trend has taken hold, and that fighting against the spirit of a country cleanses the spirit, rather than relying on this general trend to make a breakthrough.

"Okay, Mr. Han is afraid that I will go on a killing spree, but there is no need. I come when I feel like it and I come back when I feel like it. That's all."

An Qisheng gently stroked the red tassel on the gun body and said calmly:

"I'm just here to tell you that things in this world are not so arbitrary. He is also a human being, not a god!"

Han Changgong was shocked, feeling that this old Taoist priest was extremely familiar with him.

Every sentence is just right and weird.

"Han will tell you this truthfully, but what Han said before is not a lie."

After a moment of silence, Han Changgong slowly raised his head and looked at An Qisheng calmly:

"Even if the Taoist Master changes his destiny and survives the calamity of death that he should have experienced, it will only be postponed for a period of time. After a period of time, the Taoist Master's natural life will be delayed!"

"After a while"

An Qisheng muttered slightly to himself.

The calamity of natural life is different from the calamity of death. Calamity can be avoided, hidden, and eliminated. However, the limit of life span is determined by fate. If you want to live longer than your natural life, you must take your life from heaven!

However, he was only over ninety years old, and considering the three hundred years of life span of the divine vein, he was still very young.

Unless he didn't want to live, there was no reason for him to die at the age of one hundred and sixty, right?

"That's all I have to say. Goodbye!"

After Han Changgong bowed, the Golden Eagle King had already descended from the sky.

He leaped up and down, carrying Gui Xiaoer to a height of a hundred feet, and landed steadily on the back of the Golden Eagle King.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard An Qisheng's plain voice:

"A doctor who can't heal himself, a fortune teller who can't tell his own fortune, a fortune teller who can't tell his own fortune, you can tell my fortune, so I will tell your fortune once."

Beside the road covered with thick snow, An Qisheng sat cross-legged in meditation, his expression calm:

"The building is about to collapse, and it's hard to hold up the sky. It's better to withdraw this morning and follow me into the world to be a Taoist priest."

His eyes were deep, and his words were plain, but what he said shocked Han Changgong's heart.

He also knew?

Huang Fu even told him this?

Or

Han Changgong's eyes condensed, and then he laughed loudly, and drove the eagle away:

"So what?"

Huhu~~

Withered yellow leaves fell to the ground.

An Qisheng took up his gun and walked away. In a few flashes, he disappeared.

The breeze blew through the woods, and the snow fell "rustling", blowing away An Qisheng's sigh.

"I hope you won't regret it when I see you next time."

While waiting for Han Changgong to land, he had entered Ji Chonghua's dream and saw much more things than Cao Tiangang, Liu Yanchang and even Han Changgong.

For example, although Ji Chonghua didn't know which one of the heavenly weapons in the royal city was, he had actually seen the scene of the heavenly weapon showing its power.

And according to An Qisheng's speculation.

That heavenly weapon is 70% likely to be

Dragon King Armor!

The bigger the event, the faster it spreads.

In a short time, the battle in front of Fengdu City has spread to 73 states and known to countless people!

The death of the three most powerful masters of the Divine Vein in Dafeng, Ji Chonghua, the Supervisor of the East Factory Cao Tiangang, and the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard Yang Lin, is far more disturbing than the killing of the Red Sun Dharma King!

For a time, the whole martial arts world was completely boiling.

Killing Feng Qingxuan in front of the Chivalrous Gate, beheading the Red Sun in the mountains of Liangzhou, beheading Yang Lin on the snowy plains, killing Ji Chonghua in front of Fengdu City, and killing Cao Tiangang on the top of the city!

Any of these things is enough to make a person famous, let alone these things are done by one person?

What's more, this person is said to have not yet broken through the Divine Vein!

The name An Qisheng has shocked the world three times in a short time and has become the most talked about name by countless martial artists.

Under the exaggeration of many martial artists who have seen this battle, some people even compiled his story into a storytelling that became popular in many states, which gave him a mysterious veil.

There are many people in the martial arts world who have seen An Qisheng. Not to mention the thousands of martial artists in front of Xiayimen, he walked across Liangzhou all the way, and attracted thousands of martial artists.

But even so, there are still different opinions about how high his martial arts skills are.

All we know is that he was alone with a gun, and when the three masters of the three divine veins led the Red Dragon Army to besiege him, he defeated them all by himself, and killed the commander of the Jinyiwei, Yang Lin, and then chased and killed Ji Chonghua for two thousand miles, killing him in front of Fengdu City!

Some people speculated that he was accumulating strength to break through the divine veins with the huge momentum of one person suppressing a country!

Therefore, no one knew how terrifying his martial arts skills were after the battle in Fengdu City.

Even if the court no longer updates the weapon list.

Many people in the martial arts world all think that he is a peerless master who can keep pace with the top five grandmasters of the weapon list, Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Zhuanlun Wang, and Baiyue Zhenren!

Three suns hang in the sky, but there is not much warmth between heaven and earth.

The bumpy official road in Nanliang County was smoothed and thickened by the thick snow.

Rustle~

Three horses, one red and two black, appeared on the official road amid the sound of horse hooves trudging through the snow.

"Master, I'm so tired"

Jiang Tingting, who was wrapped tightly, pulled her scarf, and her chubby face was full of sweat.

It's been more than a year, and the poor little guy still hasn't been able to practice internal strength.

Although he has mastered the basics of the pile training and has some skills in boxing and kicking, he can't stand the pain of long-distance running.

Zhang Haohao, who was obviously much more energetic, was a little tired, but in a very good spirit. He has practiced internal strength for more than a year. Although he still can't beat his junior sister, his endurance is much stronger.

On the red horse, An Qisheng pointed to the distance:

"Don't you recognize that mountain?"

The two little guys were confused in their hurry, and now they came to their senses and saw the familiar mountain from afar:

"Hei, Hei Mountain? Are we back?"

"No"

An Qisheng chuckled and corrected the two little guys:

"From today on, call it Wangquan Mountain!"

Here is the third chapter, good night everyone!