Great Dao Ji

Purple air coming from the east?

Su Jie and Jing Xiaolou looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Master Xue, you said purple air coming from the east?"

Su Jie couldn't help but look at the clear blue sky again.

He knew exactly what kind of person Xue Zheng was. He was upright and his words were his. Otherwise, he couldn't have integrated the scattered martial arts world in the north and south at that time.

He, of course, would not shoot without purpose.

But in this bright and clear world, where is the purple air coming from the east?

"Teacher, have you practiced the art of looking at air?"

On the contrary, Jing Xiaolou came to his senses after being surprised. The purple air his teacher talked about was not the real purple gas, but luck.

The teacher was a dreamer, Jing Xiaolou naturally knew it, but he didn't expect that the teacher actually learned the art of looking at air.

"The art of looking at air?"

Su Jie's heart moved. Is this also something in the "dream of kingship"?

After leaving Luncheng that day, he was at a loss for a moment and came to Yangming Mountain, the treasure island, unknowingly. Jing Xiaolou and Xue Zheng were very calm, and he naturally knew that they were both dreamers.

Unfortunately, without real experience, no matter how much he guessed, he couldn't understand what the so-called "king power dream" was.

At this time, there was another "qi-watching technique" that made him confused.

"The purple air is coming, and a distinguished guest is coming. Xiaolou, call out your fellow apprentices."

Xue Zheng slowly stood up and swept his sleeves:

"Follow me down the mountain."

Jing Xiaolou took a deep breath, and his heart was also very curious. He nodded: "Disciple obeys."

As dusk approached, there were still many tourists at the foot of Yangming Mountain, with a constant flow of people and traffic.

A silver-gray car slowly stopped, and Baihu, who had changed into plain clothes, closed the car door and looked at the top of Yangming Mountain from a distance, his eyes flickering.

"What can't be said over the phone these days? Why do you have to travel thousands of miles to do this?"

Xu Hongyun opened the car door and got out.

He looked sleepy and complained when he saw the light: "I am studying the art of looking at qi. Why do you have to pull me out?"

Xu Hongyun was very lucky.

He was the second person in the Special Affairs Bureau to enter the 'Wangquan Dreamland' besides Wang Zhixuan, and he was even luckier. When he opened his eyes, he had already landed on Wangquan Mountain.

He easily joined Wangquan Dao and was favored at first sight. He was taught the initial chapter of the legendary 'Heavenly Looking at Qi'.

For more than half a year, he has done a lot of research and is about to get started.

He was naturally very dissatisfied when he was pulled out at this time.

"Yinglong and Poseidon have been fighting on the Internet for more than half a year. It is not safe to say anything on the phone. What's more, it would be rude to just call Master Xue to ask for help."

Baihu glanced at Xu Hongyun.

This mysterious old Taoist priest seems unreliable, but he has a high status in the country and has friendships with many old masters.

It's easier to talk with him.

"Impolite? How high is the status of this old ghost Xue in the martial arts world of the north and south? I'm really afraid of being rude. I should let Qinglong come. You, the second-in-command, are not good enough."

Xu Hongyun replied unhappily, choking Baihu's face red, but there was nothing to say.

Xue Zheng's status in the Daxuanwu martial arts world is even higher than that of Juechen Taoist. The people he has instructed are all over the world. His power may not be great, but his reputation is very high.

It stands to reason that if you want to invite him out of the mountain, of course the first person should come in person.

But Qinglong has offended many people. Originally, he was unparalleled in Gangjin, the first master among the millions of troops, and rarely had rivals, but now there are endless dreamers. God knows if his enemies have any opportunities.

If he goes out, doesn't he have to send someone to protect him?

But how can he say this?

"Huh?"

After mocking Baihu, Xu Hongyun's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly turned his head to the east.

When he saw this, his pupils shrank, and he screamed as if he had seen a ghost: "Ah!"

His voice was not loud, but he unconsciously used his true energy in shock, and a scream was like a thunderbolt hitting the crowd, which frightened many tourists so much that their hearts beat wildly and their hands and feet became weak.

Baihu was also frightened.

Seeing the angry eyes around him, he decisively pulled Xu Hongyun up, rushed out of the crowd, and disappeared in the crowd with a few jumps.

"Let me go!"

As soon as he left the crowd, Xu Hongyun immediately shook off Baihu's hand, and regardless of the latter's eyes that were about to explode, he stared at the east:

"Who can make the world follow when he travels? Who can spread the purple air for thousands of miles when he travels? Who..."

"What nonsense are you talking about again?"

Baihu raised his eyebrows and was about to explode.

At this time, they heard a series of footsteps. When they looked up, they saw Xue Zheng leading a group of disciples down the mountain. They were shocked.

Several people hurriedly greeted him: "Baihu greets the old master."

"Captain Baihu?"

Jing Xiaolou frowned and looked up and down at Baihu and Xu Hongyun, his eyes full of suspicion.

Not only him, Su Jie, but also many disciples under Xue Zheng looked at the two of them, with great surprise in their hearts.

Of course they knew these two people. Xu Hongyun didn't say that Baihu was not the first time to come to Yangming Mountain. When they came before, they didn't see the teacher personally coming down the mountain to greet them.

What happened now?

"Lin Ling?"

Xue Zheng glanced at Baihu, his eyes fixed on the stunned Xu Hongyun: "You old bastard, what are you crazy about again?"

"Old ghost, Xue old ghost, you don't know what I saw!"

Xu Hongyun's voice was extremely high-pitched, and his whole body was trembling with excitement. This was the first time he had truly seen luck after practicing the "Qi-Wang Technique" for more than half a year in reality and more than five years in dreams.

Moreover, it is purple energy!

In his eyes, the white clouds in the sky were dyed purple, and a purple aura was brighter than the sun, like a rainbow, crossing like an arch bridge.

The breath is extremely high.

"You can see it too?"

At this time, Xue Zheng was a little surprised. Although Xu Hongyun was very talkative, what he was proficient in was not the linen physiognomy, but the Feng Shui formation.

Is this also the practice of 'Qi Watching Technique'?

"What's it called?"

Xu Hongyun suddenly woke up from his excitement and looked at Xue Zheng with great surprise: "You old ghost, can you also see this?"

"We'll talk about this later."

Xue Zheng's brows softened and he raised his eyebrows to look west.

I saw an ordinary taxi stopped on the side of the road for a moment, and then drove away.

A young man with a short crew cut and wearing ordinary European sportswear walked towards Yangmingshan slowly and unhurriedly.

He has a peaceful aura, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, just like his face, there seems to be nothing surprising at first glance.

But in the eyes of Xue Zheng and others, the world was divided around him. His unhurried steps were like the most precise pair of scissors, tearing apart Yangmingshan, Treasure Island, and even the entire The mountain and river aura of the planet.

It was as if the auras of all the mountains and rivers were surrendering to him, unwilling or daring not to stand in his way.

Compared to the heaven, earth and universe, he is ordinary and ordinary, falling among the crowd. He is as bright as the sun, making it difficult for people to look directly at him.

"That person is"

Jing Xiaolou's eyes suddenly condensed, and there was a huge wave in his heart.

"Mr. An?!"

Following Xue Zheng's gaze, Su Jie, Xu Hongyun, and Bai Hu were shocked at the same time and couldn't help blurting out.

The person who came was none other than An Qisheng.

As for the members of the Special Affairs Bureau who were following suit behind him, they were ignored by everyone present.

"Mr. Xue, we haven't seen you for a long time."

As the words floated, An Qisheng seemed to be speaking slowly but actually quickly. Before the syllable came, he bowed slightly in front of Xue Zheng: "I have to ask you to come out to greet me, but you deserve it."

He has never had a master since he learned boxing. Xue Zheng is the only one who has given him guidance. It can be said that he has a half-teacher relationship.

"Your achievements are truly earth-shattering."

Xue Zheng refused to accept his courtesy, shook his head slightly and said: "There is no before or after in learning, and the master is the teacher. You have a successful future, which is rare in ancient and modern times. I welcome you, but I should."

He turned sideways and was not polite, but the smile on his face was even gentler. He gave guidance to his juniors and never cared about anything in return. Treating each other with courtesy already made him quite happy.

It's just that my heart can't calm down for a while.

When this young man went up to the mountain to seek advice, his boxing skills were not as good as those of Jing Xiaolou. However, after a few years, such earth-shattering changes have taken place.

Even though An Qisheng was right in front of him, he still couldn't tell how deep he was. It was like an abyss and a sea of ​​stars, boundless.

This kind of achievement has surpassed everyone in the world today.

"Mr. An, you are going to become an immortal."

Xu Hongyun murmured to himself, feeling a little dazed and a little unbelievable.

The last time he saw him, Mr. An's aura was like a dragon, but now it seemed that it was even more unfathomable. The two of them were obviously only a few steps apart, but in his feeling, they seemed to be far away from each other in the starry sky.

"When Master Xue taught me the martial arts, he once said that if I achieve anything, I will show it to Master Xue."

An Qisheng straightened up and said softly: "Now, I have achieved something."

"Too modest."

Xue Zheng did not refuse and agreed calmly. Of course he understood how precious the Tao of a great master who was rare in ancient and modern times was.

"Mr. An."

At this time, Bai Hu and Su Jie both bowed their hands in greeting.

"Mr. An."

When Xue Zheng's disciples saw An Qisheng, their expressions changed slightly and they did not dare to neglect him.

Why don't they know who this is?

Jing Xiaolou hesitated for a moment, but then smiled and handed over his hand: "We haven't seen you for many days, but Brother An is flying in the sky. The number one or four words in the world are as heavy as Mount Tai."

"Brother Jing is out of town."

An Qisheng said, turning slightly to avoid Xu Hongyun who rushed forward, and smiled: "Long time no see, Taoist Xu is a little more enthusiastic."

An Qisheng was naturally somewhat impressed by this old Taoist priest who had praised him several times.

"In the past, the saint left Hangu Pass in the west, leaving behind five thousand words of morality, good stories for thousands of years, and Taoist legends. Today I promise good luck."

Xu Hongyun's chest was heaving, his words were incoherent with excitement, and he wanted to bow his head.

But Bai Hu had already slapped him on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

He hugged Xu Hongyun who was unwilling to faint, his old face was hot, and he kept talking: "I'm sorry, Xu may be hungover."

Bai Hu gritted his teeth with hatred and regretted it endlessly. If he had known this, he shouldn't have taken him out at all.

It's so embarrassing.

Everyone shook their heads and laughed. Only Su Jie and Jing Xiaolou did not laugh.

Although Xu Hongyun is crazy, doesn't what he said exactly echo what Xue Zheng said to himself on the top of the mountain before?

For a moment, both of them couldn't help but be surprised and doubtful. Could it be that there really is a Purple Qi Wanli?

"Why are you laughing?"

Xue Zheng glanced at the disciples and rebuked lightly: "You laugh at your elders, you don't know how high the world is."

All the disciples immediately stopped talking, lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to express their anger. .

"Master Xue"

An Qisheng had no intention of hiding anything, and directly stated his purpose: "I heard that Master Xue has the handwriting of Lao Dan, Sakyamuni, and Yangming.

I wonder if it is true?"

I went out for something today, so I am a little late, and I will continue to write.