Great Dao Ji

This young man is Su Jie.

Su Jie's temperament was outstanding, and in An Qisheng's eyes, he was even more charming and charming, and he was favored by luck. Such people were all trend-setters of the times and the sons of luck.

This is not difficult to understand. If the magnetic field of heaven and earth is compared to countless vertical and horizontal lines, then Su Jie is the node where the vertical and horizontal lines meet.

Such a person, when engaged in politics, can rule a province, become a frontier official, and if he can borrow his strength, he can even go a step further. If he has a sudden inspiration in writing, he can easily complete a topic that others cannot study thoroughly in their whole life, and become a Scientific research giant.

The same goes for practicing martial arts.

In fact, according to the trajectory that An Qisheng had seen, Su Jie would be the great master who would inherit the past three hundred years after Gu Changfeng and open up the future.

This is not a grand master like Jian Shen, but is analogous to the great masters in the history of Xuanxing, such as Gu Changfeng, Zhang Sanfeng, Bodhidharma, and Chen Tuan, who have been passed down through the ages.

Extremely heroic.

How terrifying such a character is can be seen from the many legends left by the ghost body of ancient Changfeng in the human world. This is of course the reason why he carries a fragment of the Tao Yitu.

His own talents cannot be ignored.

Su Jie also has such potential.

Of course, force majeure cannot be encountered in this process.

For example, An Qisheng took action at this time.

Under such circumstances, even if the two giants of Xuanxing and millions of elites from the sea, land and air forces came together to protect him, it would be of no avail.

He wants to kill, and no one can stop him within a short distance.

Of course, he has always been a peaceful person, and he will never attack anyone without any reason.

"you"

Su Jie was so frightened by An Qisheng's eyes that he felt like a little white rabbit being stared at by a dragon. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

But even so, his chest rose and fell a few times, and he still stretched out his hands to hold An Qisheng's hand:

"Mr. An, I haven't thanked you for saving my life."

Of course he knew An Qisheng.

Not to mention the life-saving grace in the outer suburbs of Luo City more than a year ago, the shocking battle on Wudang Mountain half a year ago alone made him unforgettable.

He never thought that as soon as he returned to Luo City, he would meet the Grand Master of the God who stood at the top of the world.

Porter, his coach, became a man taller than Mount Everest.

"How are you going to thank me?"

An Qisheng let go of his hand and looked at Su Jie with a strange ripple in his eyes.

Can you meet an invincible old man casually? Should you say that you are a child of good luck?

In his eyes, Su Jie naturally had no secrets.

This young man has only been exposed to internal martial arts for more than two years. He didn’t even have a teacher. He just signed up for a special summer training at a martial arts school. He met the Baodan monk Shi Xinlong who was walking outside the Shaolin Temple and learned it inadvertently. The real thing.

Later, he met the second-hand leader of the Begging Society who came to Daxuan, met the divine warrior Porter, and entered the threshold of martial arts.

In less than three years, the dark energy has already been transformed.

Such an encounter is naturally more than just a coincidence.

"ah?"

Su Jie was stunned, as if he didn't expect An Qisheng to say that.

"I have been traveling all the way. Now that I have met you, please treat me to a meal."

An Qisheng smiled slightly and walked towards the breakfast shop on the roadside not far away.

Su Jie was a little distracted. He remembered that Potter told him that warriors would not eat grains indiscriminately. They would only take special elixirs and nutrient solutions, and even eat grains from time to time and only drink water.

What about this one?

He was full of doubts, but he still followed quickly. In his opinion, the former's pacing contained many martial arts principles. He didn't know how to move, but he couldn't keep up even though he walked quickly.

People from Los Angeles love soup.

Beef soup, mutton soup, donkey meat soup, tofu soup, meatball soup, spicy spicy soup, there are many kinds.

At this time, it was just getting dark, and a strong smell of spicy spicy soup almost enveloped the entire Luo City.

An Qisheng randomly found a roadside stall and ordered a bowl of spicy soup, two pieces of meat, steamed buns, and a small plate of pickled vegetables.

Simple, yet full of flavor and color.

In his memory, he had not eaten such a simple breakfast for hundreds of years.

At this time, I was eating steamed buns and drinking spicy soup, and I felt calm.

It sounds nice to eat food and sleep in the open, but in fact, gods all have appetites. Although he can swallow wind and exhale, there is no need to be taboo. He can't even eat incense in the world.

"Mr. An, I heard that warriors like you no longer eat grains. What do you think?"

Su Jie had doubts, so he asked directly.

"If you don't eat grains, what will you eat? When practicing boxing, you can't just focus on nutrition. Nutritious meals, such as Bigu Pill, look good, but they don't taste good."

An Qisheng chewed the buns slowly, and after eating one, he said:

"Humans follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, the Tao follows nature, and the boxing method is like this. If you follow the rules, you will become an immortal. The sun rises and sets, the moon waxes and wanes, the tide rises and falls, the wind blows and the clouds disperse. There is nothing necessary. What should."

"Tao follows nature"

Su Jie was thoughtful.

"Confucius said that when you are over seventy, you can do whatever you want without breaking the rules. This rule is the rule of heaven and your own rule."

An Qisheng raised his hand, and the chopsticks were already placed on Su Jie's neck.

"Mr. An!"

Su Jie was startled, but all he felt was numbness in his hands and feet, and he couldn't move his whole body. His dark energy had been trained to the point where the hair on his limbs would explode when he was frightened.

But he couldn't sense An Qisheng's sudden attack at all.

"However, this rule is not an ordinary rule."

As An Qisheng spoke, he raised his chopsticks slightly and raised his head involuntarily:

"What do you want to do most at this time?"

Just at this time, the sun was streaming down, reflecting through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise building and shining on Su Jie's eyes.

The morning sun was not very dazzling, but looking directly at the sun still made the eyes sore. However, Su Jie could not close his eyes, and after a while, two lines of tears fell down:

"If you want to blink, close your eyes."

"The rising and setting of the sun are the rules of heaven and earth. It is your own rule to have sore eyes and want to blink. Others, such as eating when you are hungry and taking a rest when you are sleepy, are also rules."

An Qisheng put down his chopsticks and said lightly:

"You practice a lot of miscellaneous things, including Shaolin's external boxing, Wudang's internal boxing, military killing boxing, and Western boxing. But no matter the Eastern or Western boxing, the external or internal boxing, after all, it's a human's boxing, not an immortal's. punch.

You have to obey, rely on, and abide by the rules of the body. Pain is wrong, disgust is wrong, and joy is right. "

Having been a man for two lifetimes and traveling across the three realms, he has learned so much and so much that no one in the past and present can compare with him. His understanding of boxing has far surpassed that of Su Jie at this time.

In order to practice well in boxing, regardless of whether you are a martial artist or a martial artist, you must be immersed in it and devote yourself to it. This investment is not only a mental investment, but also a physical investment.

The spirit needs happiness, and so does the body.

Practicing boxing amidst emotions and making your body feel happy is how you can get started in boxing.

'Well'

I asked myself, why did you say so much?

Su Jie wiped the corners of his eyes, thinking a little, but also smiled bitterly:

"Then, what are God's rules?"

"Then it depends on what rules you have learned from heaven and earth."

An Qisheng ate the last bun slowly, wiped his hands, and saw that Su Jie was still stunned, he said again:

"Remember to pay the bill."

Su Jie raised his head and couldn't help shouting:

"Mr. An, why are you telling me this?"

An Qisheng walked forward without looking back:

"Then, of course it's up to me."

"As I wish"

Su Jie kept chewing on this sentence, seeming to understand something in his heart, but also seeming not to understand anything.

After a long time, the hot spicy soup in front of him stopped steaming, and he came back to his senses.

An Qisheng could no longer see it, but when he glanced at it inadvertently, he saw an extra locust wood sign on the table.

There seems to be an open door carved on it.

The workmanship is exquisite and the depiction is lifelike.

What did An Qisheng throw away?

No, how could such a great master lose something? Even if a particle of dust is pulled down, they can feel it.

So, this is what he left for himself?

Su Jie had an idea in his mind, and by some strange coincidence, he reached out and pinched the locust wood sign.

It's cold in the hand and goes straight to the heart and spleen.

Su Jie felt his mind was in a trance, and couldn't help but hold the locust wood sign tightly:

"This is"

Mountains in the northwest.

In the silver-white base hall, a group of people were walking in a hurry. Wang Zhixuan, Qinglong, Baihu, Qiu Niu and others all looked at the full-screen projector in front of them with solemn expressions.

All the senior officials and team members of the Special Affairs Bureau were as silent as a rock.

"The success rate of simulated three-phase bombs in destroying the zombie king is 16.9%, possible reasons for failure"

"The success rate of simulating space-based weapons to destroy the zombie king is 11.2%, possible reasons for failure"

"The success rate of simulated genetic weapons in destroying the zombie king is 10.3%, possible reasons for failure"

"fail"

In the empty hall, the cold synthetic voice of artificial intelligence Ying Long kept ringing.

Every time its voice sounded, the faces of everyone in the hall became more solemn, because every time its voice sounded, it meant the failure of their plan.

"alright!"

Qinglong shouted, and Yinglong immediately stopped talking.

"There are hundreds of destruction plans, but the one with the highest success rate is only 50%."

Qinglong's face was solemn, and he couldn't help but feel helpless in his heart.

He has rarely been so powerless in his life, but this monster is beyond their imagination, and it seems that it cannot be destroyed at all.

"Qinglong, if there is no better plan."

Bai Hu lowered his head and said softly: "50% is not impossible."

"impossible!"

Before he finished speaking, Qinglong waved his hand and interrupted him: "All the weapons in the plan are extremely harmful. There is no 80%, no, 90% certainty, so we must not act rashly!"

"Then it seems that the only way is to throw it into space and use the sun to destroy it."

Prisoner Niu looked at the lines of scarlet words on the projection screen, his eyes focused.

"no."

This time, it was Wang Zhixuan who waved her hand and refused:

"The uncertainty of 50% is too great. If it cannot be destroyed and the talisman sealing him is burned instead, the problem will be too big."

Wang Zhixuan also had a slight headache.

Ever since he learned of the existence of Zombie King Zhushang, until now, Yinglong has put forward countless plans, but none of them can increase the success rate to more than 50%.

And 50% is a matter of success or failure. For gamblers, of course they can take a gamble, but for them, it is not possible.

A failure will have horrific consequences.

The events in the Himalayas shocked the world.

But what she was more worried about was Mars.

What kind of monster is it that sets off a dust storm all over the sky and almost sets the entire Mars on fire?

"What if we send it to Mars and detonate an antimatter bomb at the same time?"

Someone else suggested.

"The anti-matter bomb has not yet been tested. If something goes wrong, the problem will probably be bigger. Moreover, its power may not be able to destroy the zombie king."

Some people suggest it, and some people naturally object to it.

"How will you know if you don't try it? This is one of the two options with the highest success rate. With our reserves, we can clean half of Mars."

"What if it doesn't work?"

In the hall, a group of senior executives became more and more excited as they talked. They had been suppressed for too long and had no way to vent. At this moment, they were like fairy tale powder keg, ready to explode.

"Okay, let's talk about it later. We know too little about this Zombie King. If we wait a day later, we may be more certain. Let's wait for Yinglong's follow-up plan."

Qinglong shook his head and still refused.

He rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired:

"Submit the simulation results of the plan first, if the superiors agree."

The matter is so important that it cannot be decided easily. Even if there is a success rate of up to 90%, they will not be the ones who actually issue the destruction order.

Of course, the big reason is that they have one and only one chance.

Once it fails, it will be a catastrophe even more tragic than three hundred years ago!

"yes."

The projection was turned off, and all the senior officials of the Special Affairs Bureau dispersed.

Only Qinglong, Baihu, and Wang Zhixuan were left in place.

“Only one month left”

After everyone retreated, Ying Long's electronic synthesized voice sounded again:

"To be precise, thirty-six days, twelve hours, eight minutes and forty-three seconds."

What 'Ying Long' said was the time when the talisman sealing the golden coffin would expire, or in other words, when the zombie king would escape from trouble.

"Always be prepared."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at Qinglong:

"It's up to you to take care of the plan. I'm worried about the snow-capped mountains. I have to keep an eye on it."

"Go ahead."

Qinglong sat on a chair and covered his face with his hands, unable to hide his fatigue:

"One month, one month"

An Qisheng only stayed with his parents in Xingcheng for two weeks.

Had to leave.

For many parents, the day their children stop going to school is when they become adults.

Now that you are an adult, you naturally have to start a family and start a business.

Therefore, An Qisheng did not enjoy the warmth of home for a few days before his parents urged him to get married.

He had expected this, but he was also a little bit dumbfounded.

But marriage is naturally impossible.

He does not cultivate the way of heaven, he still has seven emotions and six desires, but marriage is not necessary for him.

Marriage is nothing more than mutual support and union, passing on to future generations, and leaving your own traces in the world.

But for An Qisheng, it is not the case.

With his current level of cultivation, even if there is no progress at all, even in this mysterious place, he is still sure to survive for a thousand years.

Twenty years is one generation, and a thousand years is fifty generations!

What's more, some of the female cultivators on the human world are not in his eyes, let alone those on Xuanxing who rub their eyes and paint their eyebrows. In fact, in his eyes, they are just piles of carbohydrates and vulgar powder.

But there are no unfilial gods in the world, and it is impossible for him to influence his parents' thoughts by means.

So, after staying at home for a few days, he left again.

Of course, apart from this, the more important reason for his departure was naturally the Zombie King Zhushang.

He has not forgotten the time when the emperor and the zombie king Zhushang escaped from trouble.

After procrastinating for so long, it’s time to meet this zombie king.

By the way, solve the problem.

The third update is over, good night everyone.