Great Dao Ji

The connection between spirit and body is extremely subtle.

Although he did not suffer any substantial injuries, An Qisheng's body trembled slightly as he climbed up the stairs, as if he had experienced a harsh and cold change.

Feng Mingtao shook his head and followed.

White mist was steaming above the Golden Palace, and everyone felt the hot air on the pavement before they even came up. It was like a big furnace burning in front of the Golden Palace, and they couldn't help but stop.

This white gas is very similar to the water vapor produced after boiling water, and the temperature is extremely high.

Among the ruins in front of the Golden Palace filled with white mist, Taoist Juechen sat cross-legged. His chest was rising and falling, and his body made a buzzing sound like a train starting.

Under the billowing white mist, it really feels like a real immortal has come to earth.

"Is this white mist coming from Taoist Priest Juechen?"

Feng Mingtao was surprised.

The thick white mist was actually formed by the heat emitted from his body evaporating the rainwater.

Wow~

An Qisheng listened carefully and felt the sound of rushing rivers in the air, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

This huge amount of heat is actually due to the heat spontaneously discharged from the pores after the blood in Taoist Juechen's body circulates rapidly.

This is not the temperature that one person can produce. A large boiler that can heat a small community in the middle of winter is no more than that!

call!

suck!

At a certain moment, a strong wind blew up in front of the Golden Palace, blowing away the billowing white mist.

When the white mist dissipated, everyone saw that the high platform in front of the Golden Palace had been reduced to ruins, and the stone slabs that had been exposed to wind and rain for many years were broken into powder.

He stepped on it until it reached his knees.

Even if we find a few road rollers to press here, we will definitely not be able to achieve this effect in just ten minutes.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

Taoist Juechen waved his sleeves and stood up among the ruins:

"Everyone, come up."

"Taoist Priest, are you okay?"

Yi Feibai was the first to get on the high platform, and the others followed closely.

An Qisheng and the other two were one step behind.

"He can't kill me in Wudang Mountain."

Taoist Juechen looked through the crowd and landed on An Qisheng:

"What's your name?"

Although he had closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing before, he was not unaware of the outside world and could naturally feel Mu Longcheng's movements.

This surprised him.

Mu Longcheng was very proud and regarded other people as uncivilized savages. As long as they didn't provoke him, he wouldn't even bother to look at them.

What's different about this boy?

Others, including Feng Mingtao, looked at An Qisheng in surprise.

How could this person be asked for his name by people like Mu Longcheng and Taoist Priest Juechen?

It looks ordinary.

"Reply to the Taoist priest, my name is An Qisheng."

An Qisheng took a step forward, cupped his fists and answered.

"The boxing stance is really good, not bad, not bad."

Taoist Juechen nodded.

"Taoist Priest, has Mu Longcheng surpassed seeing God and not being bad?"

The short, middle-aged Mei Liangxin couldn't help but ask.

Several other people also looked at Taoist Juechen. As a warrior, he always had expectations for the peak realm.

"If you go beyond seeing God and being indestructible, the old Taoist will not be spared today."

Taoist Juechen looked up to the sky, and saw that all the dark clouds had dispersed, and between the clouds and sky, half of a red sun was exposed:

"I'm tired today, please come back another day."

Everyone wanted to say more, but Taoist Juechen flicked his sleeves and disappeared in front of the Golden Palace.

Seeing this, everyone could only give up, shake their heads and prepare to go down the mountain.

"Let's go too, there will be more tourists later."

Feng Mingtao called An Qisheng and prepared to go down the mountain.

"I'm going to take a short rest. You can go down the mountain first."

An Qisheng waved his hand, found a step next to the high platform and sat down, looking at Wudang Mountain shrouded in clouds and mist after the rain.

The look from Mu Longcheng before made him feel the breath of life and death.

At this time, his spirit had not calmed down, and there was still a faint tingling pain in his body.

"Forget it, we came together, it's not good to leave you alone."

Feng Mingtao shook his head and found a clean place to sit down.

"Mulong City"

An Qisheng's eyes were half closed, and before his eyes, there seemed to be stars shining.

The light points rotated like stars in his perspective. This was the mental panel that he had been able to "dream" in for the past few months.

Among them are Wang Honglin, Wang Anfeng, Li Yan, Feng Mingtao, and scholars and experts like Daniel.

And as he thought, a "star" suddenly lit up among the stars, zoomed in, and occupied the entire field of vision:

[Mu Longcheng, born in Kaiyuan 9760, stateless]

[Dream time (ten seconds)]

During the brief contact, he had collected all the information about the warriors on Wudang Mountain.

Including Taoist Juechen and Mu Longcheng.

"Only ten seconds?"

An Qisheng was a little shocked.

As his body changed over the past few months, the time he spent in dreaming gradually increased, and he could feel Wang Honglin's state for eleven minutes.

This Mu Long City actually only has ten seconds!

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

An Qisheng had a thought and withdrew from the perspective.

Ten seconds is too short. If he accidentally exceeds it, he will faint on the top of Wudang Mountain.

Let’s try it slowly later.

Now, there is something to be done.

"They're all gone?"

An Qisheng glanced at the stone steps filled with mist. Yi Feibai and others had long since disappeared.

"Gone."

Feng Mingtao turned around, a smile flashed across his rough face:

"You are staying this time, is there something? Could it be that Taoist Master Juechen wants to see you alone?"

"You are quite smart."

An Qisheng also laughed. Feng Mingtao was rough on the outside but delicate on the inside, and he did not hide it from him.

However, he did not intend to hide it from him. It would be better to go down the mountain first, and it would not take much time to climb the mountain alone later.

"Does Taoist Master Juechen really want to see you?"

Feng Mingtao was shocked:

"It is not like what is said in the novel, he wants to pass on his skills to you."

"You think too much."

An Qisheng stood up:

"It should be something he wants to ask me."

"Where is Taoist Master Juechen?"

Feng Mingtao also stood up.

"We can't find him naturally. Find a secluded place and he will naturally come to us."

An Qisheng said as he walked down the stairs.

The two turned left and right in the Taihe Palace, and with a glance, they saw Taoist Master Juechen in a pavilion not far away.

"Hello, Taoist Master."

An Qisheng clasped his fists and saluted.

Feng Mingtao looked respectful: "Xiangxingquan Feng Mingtao, I pay my respects to the Grandmaster."

"You are welcome, both of you."

The Taoist Juechen waved his hand and asked the two to come and sit down.

He did not keep them in suspense. As soon as the two sat down, he spoke directly:

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu contacted the masters of boxing to establish the Martial Arts General Hall. After years of discussion, they set the realm of boxing practice, which is what you know, Ming, An, Hua, Dan, Gang, Shen!"

"The increase of the six realms is our control and improvement of our own body. Ming Jin integrates tendons, bones and muscles, An Jin is used flexibly, tendons grow one inch longer, and the power is infinite. Hua Jin is permeable throughout the body, and mosquitoes cannot land. Those in Dan realm have rounded strength and no leakage. Even at the age of sixty, their physical strength does not decline."

The Taoist Juechen spoke concisely and introduced the six realms of boxing to the two in the shortest words.

They had already dabbled in these things, but they still listened quietly.

"Boxing is a fighting skill, a way to kill, a way to be violent, and a way to strengthen the body, but it is not a way to live forever."

Speaking of this, Taoist Juechen paused slightly:

"Longevity and freedom have been what we, the people of Daxuan, have been pursuing since ancient times, from emperors and generals to Taoists in the mountains.

In the past three hundred years, technology has been changing with each passing day. It can go up to the sky, go into the ground, cross the sea, and even explore the starry sky. Boxing is rooted in the big tree of the military, and naturally has made great progress.

Then, some people want to use the power of technology to achieve individual sublimation, explore the way forward, and seek longevity."

"Is this person Mu Longcheng?"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

"It's Mu Longcheng, it's also the Begging Taoist Association, and it's not just them"

Taoist Juechen sighed softly:

"Today I cherish my life, and Mu Longcheng cherishes his body, all for the way forward."

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