Great Dao Ji

The little old man was very fast. As soon as he remembered the cry, he fell down in front of An Qisheng. He kept his thigh and started to cry.

His condition is so tragic that one sheds tears when he hears it and feels sad when he sees it.

Qiao Beer, who was led in by the donkey's hind legs, gritted his teeth and felt sore in his cheeks.

This old man can cry too much

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An Qisheng's eyebrows twitched but he remained silent. When the little old man's crying subsided, he sighed and said:

"How many are still alive?"

This is the trouble left over from its predecessor.

His predecessor was from the ‘Hunyi Sect’, and he was the direct descendant of the headmaster of the Hunyi Sect. Because of his average talent, he only entered Taoism after more than a hundred years, so he was not a candidate for the next headmaster.

For many years, he has been walking around the world and rarely returns. When he went back once before, he found that his master had been seriously injured.

No, he just ventured into the mountain to take the tree heart of the thousand-year-old demon to prolong his life as his teacher.

However, this is just what the predecessor thought it was.

An Qisheng, who had a glimpse of his fate with a picture of Dao, could see more things from it.

Phew~

The crying stopped suddenly.

The little old man then raised his head and wiped away his tears with his wide sleeves. The old man burst into tears and said, "That's it, only Lao Nu and Dahua are left."

"Ah, ah~"

The big donkey raised its head and called out at the right moment.

One person and one donkey looked at An Qisheng eagerly, with sad expressions on their faces.

"Get up first, sit down and speak slowly."

An Qisheng pulled his sleeves and said solemnly.

The old man in front of him, who was less than four feet tall, was called Gong Yangyan. He was the general housekeeper of a mixed family. He was nearly three hundred years old and his life span was exhausted.

Although I have been practicing Taoism for many years, I am old and frail, and my energy has declined. It is no longer possible to condense the great elixir and truly set foot in practice.

In his opinion, he could only live a good life for seven years at most.

"Door, door owner. You, your eyes, your eyes."

As soon as Gong Yangyan stopped crying, he looked up and saw An Qisheng's dark eyes. He fell to the ground in shock, his hands trembling:

"You, your cultivation, where did your cultivation go?"

Gong Yangyan was anxious and frightened, almost unable to breathe, and his eyes were red with anxiety.

At the same time, I was also shocked by the calmness of the 'Sect Master'.

Faced with such a severe setback, he did not feel depressed at all.

"Something went wrong, it's okay."

An Qisheng didn't take it seriously and asked instead: "Mr. Yan, what happened in the door?"

"well."

Gong Yangyan let out a long sigh, and he looked a few years older again. His lips trembled: "The mixed sect no longer exists."

"The ancestor of my mixed sect was originally a disciple of the Anning Palace Master's Pingbo Tower. Later, he left Pingbo Tower and opened up my mixed sect. But even if my master comes from the same sect, Pingbo Tower still treats me as a mixed sect. There is great hostility”

Gong Yangyan's emotions fluctuated greatly, and he obviously couldn't let go. His words were filled with fear and a hint of hatred:

"The injury suffered by the old sect master was caused by Lin Baimei, the chief disciple of Pingbo Tower. On the third day when the sect master went out to find medicine for the old sect master, a group of mysterious people attacked. After a battle, the sect was destroyed. Destroyed, all the disciples were killed!”

"The one who takes action must be someone from Pingbo Tower!"

Gong Yangyan's voice was hoarse, but his breath was a little unsteady. Qiao Qier, who was not far behind him, felt his eyes darken, and he was so chilled that he almost fell to the ground.

"Yeah?"

An Qisheng glanced at Gong Yangyan. Although he had no eyes, the latter felt like he was being seen through.

"Old slave, I was out shopping at that time. When I came back to the mountain, I saw the devastation everywhere. When I was burying the bones of my disciples, I saw the dying flowers and the order from the old master to you."

Gong Yangyan was a little anxious: "I was afraid that you would also be killed, so I just sacrificed the 'Xianlian' and rushed here. Master, you can't doubt me."

Gong Yangyan was angry and anxious, and was shocked by An Qisheng's calmness.

An Qisheng said nothing, but took a deep look at Gong Yangyan.

As he thought, a faint imprint of Yuan Shen appeared in his heart.

He believed what he saw with his own eyes more than what he said.

"Mr. Monster, this little old man didn't lie to you, but he didn't tell the truth either."

The three-hearted blue soul boy who had entered An Qisheng's heart long before the two of them entered the door had scanned the mark and shook his head:

"This old man obviously has only a few years to live, but he is still so greedy for money? There is nothing left, and some of the things left by the gang are hidden in his arms!"

"Yan, grow old."

An Qisheng stood up and helped the little old man up, motioning him to sit down, and then said: "Although Hunyimen and Pingbolou hate each other, there has been no large-scale conflict for thousands of years. There may be other secrets about the annihilation of the sect. in."

"Um?"

Gong Yangyan was stunned and looked at An Qisheng as if he was seeing him for the first time: "Hong, Hongxuan! That's the mountain gate that raised you. Master, you, you actually excused Pingbo Lou? "

At this time, Gongyang Yan was so angry that the door owner stopped shouting.

He couldn't understand how Hongxuan, who used to have a fiery personality, could become so calm, and it even made him feel chilly.

An Qisheng is still calm, and his mood has not fluctuated much. Even though he has taken over this body, he does not object to doing something for him to repay the kindness of Lu She.

But this doesn't mean that he has to completely replace his former master.

Not to mention the death of the former master, even if the memory still exists, it cannot affect his emotions.

Therefore, he only glanced at Gong Yang Yan lightly and then spoke on his own:

"The Great Zhou Dynasty divided the sects into various sects to govern the world. There were seventy-two provinces, six hundred continents, and tens of thousands of prefectures and cities. They were like spiders weaving webs to intimidate the world. All orders were obeyed."

Dazhou is undoubtedly a giant that overlooks the heaven and earth.

Whether it is a mixed sect, Qunxing Sect, Pingbo Tower, or even Tiangang Sect, Brahma Martial Arts and other powerful sects, they are all part of the Great Zhou.

Indispensable, yet insignificant.

"you"

Gongyang Yan was still angry: "This, this is something that everyone knows, what do you want to do here?"

'I don't know'

Qiao Qier replied silently, but did not dare to say anything, and listened quietly to An Qisheng's words.

"Mr. Yan, please don't forget. Except for the Emperor's Court, which is not easy to change for thousands of years, all sects, including Brahma and Martial Arts, are not eternally determined!"

An Qisheng's tone was calm, but Gong Yangyan's brows furrowed, and he was a little surprised: "Wanfa Chaozong?"

An Qisheng nodded: "Not bad."

The imperial court gathered the sects from all over the world and ruled the world through enfeoffment. Each of the major sects became the officials of the frontiers. This was the first time An Qisheng had seen such a system.

However, no matter what kind of system, if there is no opportunity for promotion, it will be difficult to maintain it for a long time.

The way to promotion in the Great Zhou Dynasty lies in the ‘Wanfa Chaozong’ conference.

This day is the day of worshiping heaven in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is also the day when various sects compete to distinguish themselves from superior to inferior.

"It has only been twenty-four years since the Wanfa Chaozong arrived once every eight hundred years."

An Qi sat down again and sighed softly: "Before the conference, the demons were dancing wildly, but there are some things that cannot be explained clearly."

The Wanfa Chaozong and the Great Zhou Sacrifice held once every eight hundred years are too important for those who are interested.

At this point, even without Xi Yingqing, he could guess the soul imprints of Black and White.

Not to mention, from the imprints of these three souls, he saw many things that ordinary people didn't know.

"Yes, but I am a mixed student, so I have no desire to compete, and I have no ability to compete."

Gong Yangyan's face turned pale, but he still shook his head and retorted: "The old sect master will never be so unwise."

Although in theory any sect that holds the imperial seal of the Great Zhou Dynasty is eligible to participate in the battles between prefectures, states, roads, and even kings.

However, the threshold is invisible. A small sect like Hunyi Sect, which only has two or three monks who can form a great elixir, is not qualified to participate in such a big event.

"Yes or no, I think it will be verified soon."

An Qisheng had no intention of explaining too much.

He slowly lay on the rocking chair, rubbed the center of his brows to relieve the stinging pain in his eyes, and said softly:

"Everyone in the countryside understands the principle of eradicating the grass and roots. There is no reason why those monks who want to destroy the mixed sect don't understand."

Huh~

Gong Yangyan stood up suddenly, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his eyes were frightened: "Sect, what the master meant is that they deliberately didn't kill me, just for..."

Gong Yangyan felt as if he had been struck by thunder, his body felt cold to the bone, and his lips turned blue.

He was just old and frail, not stupid, and he quickly thought of this possibility.

"If that's the case, if that's the case."

His lips trembled, and before he could finish his sentence, he turned around suddenly, took hold of the frightened donkey, and was about to leave.

But An Qisheng called him out:

"How can Mr. Yan have time to leave now? Let's have them defeat each one. If they only get together, there will be nothing left."

Plop!

Gong Yangyan shook his body and fell to his knees. He couldn't help but burst into tears: "Master, it's me. It's me who hurt you. It's me who hurt you."

"How can I have the face to meet the old sect master?"

This time I cried, but I couldn't stop crying.

He is not a very tough person to begin with. The reason why he was able to become a Taoist is mostly because he was a secular servant of an old sect master and was cared for and taught by him.

If not, it would not be impossible to condense the great elixir even after entering the Tao for nearly three hundred years.

He was already exhausted from the disaster, but now he heard that he was very likely to cause the Hunyi Sect to be completely wiped out.

Unable to bear it any longer, he cried and howled a few times and fainted.

The big donkey behind him changed his face in fright, and kept shouting "Ang'er" and "Ang'er". Qiao Qier was not paying attention and was almost ridden by the donkey.

For a while, there was a lot of noise in the yard.

"My state of mind really has nothing to do with age."

An Qisheng rubbed his brows, waved his hand with a headache, and motioned for Qiao Qier, who was holding the big donkey, with a look of shock on his face, to help the little old man into the house.

But he reached out and took out a palm-sized ancient bronze mirror from the little old man's arms, covered with many unknown patterns and talismans.

This bronze mirror is actually the magic weapon of the Hunyi Sect, the 'dust mirror'. There is a cave in it, but there are some remnants of the Hunyi Sect.

After taking over the trouble, there is no reason not to leave the inheritance.

"Pfft~"

The big-flowered donkey lowered his head, snorted, and stared at An Qisheng with his bell-like eyes.

The saliva flows down and is three feet long.

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