Great Dao Ji

There is great terror between life and death!

Immortality has been pursued by countless people since ancient times. In ancient history, wise and powerful emperors were often deceived by alchemists. It was not because they were old and feeble, but they were actually between life and death, and even the emperors could not see through it.

Even willing to be deceived for that one possibility.

Over the past hundreds of years, mankind has ushered in a great explosion of science and technology. Science and technology have changed rapidly. Flying, landing on the moon, and entering the sea. These imaginations in ancient novels have become a reality.

Immortality once again takes root in the hearts of some people.

Many of the world's top richest people have spent tens of billions or hundreds of billions to build top research institutes. For this possibility, they have paid wealth that millions of people will never earn in a lifetime.

Listening to Taoist Juechen's words, An Qisheng felt something in his heart. Not long ago, in order to survive, he dropped out of Xuan Da Xuan and traveled around Xuan Da Xuan to seek immortality and visit Taoism.

Doing something like this is tantamount to madness in the eyes of ordinary people.

The reason is not just to survive.

"Cherish life, cherish body"

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

With these words, Taoist Juechen had already admitted that Mu Longcheng had the power to kill him, and he had lost all confidence of his own death.

The difference between them is not a small one.

"The Kung Fu skills are so high that they are infinitely better. Today's Mu Longcheng is already the best in boxing skills of all time! If he really wants to take action, I, Han Longhua, and Xue Zheng will not be his opponent if we join forces."

Taoist Juechen is very calm and directly admits that he is inferior to others:

"But he has not really taken that step. He is still a mortal body. He will still be injured under our counterattack, and this is something he will not allow."

"The Taoist priest, what is the state above seeing God?"

Feng Mingtao was more interested in what Juechen said about the way forward, if he could really reach the seventh realm beyond seeing God.

That was a big event that shocked the world of martial arts.

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

Taoist Juechen shook his head slightly.

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

The confrontation was brief, but he could vaguely see the way forward.

Knowing the way forward, he felt a little uneasy.

I came to see An Qisheng partly out of curiosity, but mostly to suppress my thoughts of immediate retreat.

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

"soul"

An Qisheng recited it again, and the status of psychology in his heart instantly rose again.

He thought for a while and then asked:

"Taoist Priest, I wonder what you want me to come here for?"

"Old Taoist, I have had supernatural powers since I was a child, and since my mother-in-law has entered the family, my physical strength is better than other gods! Mu Longcheng's physical strength is not extraordinary, but his spirit is already extraordinary. He has gone all the way to Wudang Mountain, I didn’t discover him until before the Golden Temple.”

Taoist Juechen looked at An Qisheng with a faint look:

"How did you discover him?"

"Does the Taoist priest know?"

An Qisheng smiled bitterly.

"With Mu Longcheng's personality, unless something happens that he is extremely curious about, he will not look at a person who has not yet embraced the pill."

Old Taoist Juechen smiled.

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

An Qisheng thought for a while and replied.

Taoist Juechen's words did not surprise him. Apart from this, there was nothing that such a being needed to ask him.

"Senses"

Taoist Juechen fell into deep thought.

When the fist reaches the realm of transformation, the control of the physical body is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and it will naturally gradually come into contact with the spirit. Seeing the gods' so-called seeking good luck and avoiding evil is actually the use of the spirit.

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

In other words, a genius?

"That being said, it's possible."

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

"My little friend's spirit is different from ordinary people. You might as well try some techniques such as visualization and meditation in the future. It may be beneficial to your kung fu."

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for the tip."

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

"In this case, I won't keep you two anymore."

Taoist Juechen smiled slightly.

"Goodbye, Taoist priest."

As An Qisheng said, Feng Mingtao also stood up and said goodbye: "I have learned a lot from what you said."

Taoist Juechen nodded slightly.

The two of them bid farewell to Taoist Juechen and walked out of Taihe Palace. At this time, the sun had risen, the fog gradually dissipated after the rain, and there were more and more tourists on Wudang Mountain.

"I thought Taoist Master Juechen wanted to teach you his skills or accept you as his disciple."

Feng Mingtao looked at An Qisheng with some regret.

"Taoist Master Juechen has accepted closed disciples ten years ago. How could he accept someone like me who has already established himself as a disciple?"

An Qisheng has no regrets. A disciple of a great master may not be a master.

He is different from others. Even without the guidance of his master, he is confident that he will not fall behind in his boxing practice.

"That's true."

Feng Mingtao nodded.

The two of them walked and talked, and soon they descended Wudang Mountain. After that, Feng Mingtao left the room and got up to return to Beijing.

An Qisheng also got on the train back to Xingcheng.

This time, the person sitting next to him was no longer a tall man, but an aunt carrying large and small bags.

Hearing her chatter, it was estimated that she was going to see her son.

An Qisheng opened his notebook. He killed Ruan Xiuping and got 300 points.

The other 200 were given by Wang Zhixuan personally.

With points, he naturally went shopping. Because of his own physical condition, he ate several times more medicinal food every day than the portion in the training camp.

The consumption was also several times greater.

These 500 points were a timely rain, otherwise, he would have to sell his house to practice martial arts.

"Poor in literature and rich in martial arts, poor in literature and rich in martial arts, no wonder the Daxuanwu style is so popular, and there are not as many people who can really practice to become famous as imagined."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and prepared to contact someone to sell the points.

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

On the law enforcement warrior forum, points have always been in high demand. Liu Xian knew that he wanted to sell them. After persuading him a few times to no avail, he immediately bought them at the market price.

There was no conversation along the way. An Qisheng returned home, met his parents, and drove back to the suburbs.

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

During the trip to Wudang Mountain, although he did not collect all the masters of Daxuan as he imagined, he gained a lot.

It was enough for him to digest for a long time.

Mu Longcheng's look really made him alert.

After awakening such an ability, what he should do most is to stay at home and practice, at least wait until his kung fu is perfect before coming out

He just turned his head and was almost stared to death. He didn't want to have this experience again.

Thinking of this, he picked up the pen and wrote the three Chinese characters "Mu Longcheng" in his notebook.