The Great Tao Chronicle

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Wenxintang occupies a large area, built on a mountain, surrounded by trees, and the environment is quiet.

At this time, the sound of reading aloud came from the Wenxin Hall.

In the past month, a total of 340 people have worshipped under the gate of Wangquan Mountain. Among them, there are masters of Qi pulse like Fan Zimin, and there are orphans who are helpless nearby.

The entire Wang Quandao, including Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, and Tie Shan, not only work and practice martial arts every day, but also attend classes.

Reading is enlightening, and you can really practice to the top in the world. Not to mention reading poetry and books, at least you can't be illiterate.

It is the gentleman who is invited to teach the literacy and hyphenation. You don't need to be highly knowledgeable, just following the script is enough.

On this day, An Qisheng was very quiet and thoughtful. He went down the mountain and came to the Wenxin Hall.

step, step, step~~~

In the Wenxin Hall, more than 300 people sat one after another, all of them sitting upright, meticulously watching An Qisheng who was pacing to the podium.

Except for a few of them, most of them did not know that the one who taught them was the Daoist Wangquan Daoist of Wangquan Dao.

But after finally worshipping under the sect of kingship, naturally no one will slack off.

Although he didn't know him, he was only regarded as a gentleman, but a few people who recognized him were a little restless and didn't know what he was doing here.

An Qisheng stood on the podium, and the entire Wenxin Hall of more than 300 people came into his eyes at the same time. Their hearts and scattered thoughts flowed through his heart.

He did not use Dao power to drive Dao Yitu, but the strange effect produced by the interweaving of his own mind's grasp of the information of heaven and earth and the technique of looking at Qi.

The improvement of the realm has never been just about the amount of strength and the strength of the physique, but all aspects.

Han Taste Palace can deduce military power and national fortunes, victory or defeat in wars. At this time, An Qisheng can naturally do the same. Even when his mind touches the context of heaven and earth, he can see more than Han Chang Palace.

It's just that compared to Daoyitu's ability to express a person's fate in ready-made words, he can't do it at this time.

Quietly glanced at the people in the Asking Heart Hall, An Qisheng said lightly:

"You all want to learn martial arts, so what do you think, martial arts, is?"

Martial arts, what is it?

There was silence in the Asking Heart Hall, and then some self-talk sounded.

An Qisheng just listened quietly, until the voice of himself was gone, then he looked at Yan Kaiyu:

"Kaiyu, you answer."

Yan Kaiyu was born in Dalongmen. His uncle was the top Yan fanatic in the world, and he dominated Youzhou. There was no one better than him.

"Yes."

Yan Kaiyu answered, stood up, looked around and said, "Martial arts is the foundation of one's life, it is to protect oneself from being hurt by others, and it is a means to control one's own destiny!"

"You sit down."

An Qisheng was noncommittal and turned to look at Tieshan:

"Tell me."

"Yes."

Tie Shan was stunned for a moment, then got up and said solemnly: "Martial arts is violence, killing, and love. It is a means for the weak to protect themselves, and it is also a way for the strong to oppress the weak. Similarly, it can also be used to maintain order, maintain Weak power!"

"You sit down."

An Qisheng's face was flat, and then he asked Fan Zimin, Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao and more than a dozen people one by one.

The answer is either to act as a chivalrous person, to eliminate violence, and to be happy, or to be happy, or to wealth, money, and so on.

An Qisheng didn't say right or wrong, but looked at the back row, a yellow-faced, thin, timid child:

"Li Ergou, tell me."

"what?"

The boy was startled, and in the eyes of everyone he couldn't help but want to run away, but he stood up and said tremblingly: "Hui, Mr. Hui's words, I, I think that learning martial arts makes me full.. …”

Laugh out loud.

Many people in the Asking Heart Hall couldn't help laughing.

Li Ergou listened to the laughter, and his body trembled even more.

"Good boy, you said it well."

I don't want to, but An Qisheng didn't smile, and looked at Li Ergou gently:

"You sit down first."

Li Ergou felt the gentle gaze, and his body stopped shaking. He only felt a warm current in his heart, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"What you said is good, but not comprehensive enough."

After sweeping through everyone in the Wenxin Hall one by one, after everyone looked solemn, An Qisheng said lightly:

"It is martial arts to be a hero, to defend the weak, to oppress the good, and to seize and rob... But in the final analysis, martial arts is a skill, a technique, and there is no need to add more subjective assumptions."

His voice is neither high nor low, but it seems to be able to penetrate directly into people's hearts, making many people's hearts tremble.

Clearly never heard of the words 'skill' and 'technology', but naturally understood the truth.

"Those who have mastered high-strength technology are the strong, and those who have not mastered it, or have not learned it well, are the weak. This is actually very unreasonable, but it is a fact."

An Qisheng's voice was flat, and he said quietly:

"This technique is not limited to martial arts, but also to classics and histories, art of war, physiognomy, and even carpenter work.

Ordinary people, in order to learn a carpenter's work, they have to be apprentices to others, three years of apprenticeship for two years, before and after the saddle, serving tea and pouring water, because you don't know, you want to learn, so you are weak, and you have to follow others.

Just like in the mountains and forests, tigers with claws can prey on cattle and sheep, and cattle and sheep can also eat grass and trees that cannot move.

Just like this, you have to sit down and listen to my lecture. "

What he said was an understatement, but the hearts of those present were suddenly a little heavy, because this was indeed the truth.

"This is technology and the true meaning of martial arts."

An Qisheng tapped the podium lightly:

"The strong control technology, and the weak will obey orders, from individuals, gangs, to countries, and sects. The strong rule the weak, not because they are born strong, but because they have mastered what the weak have never mastered. Stuff, technology."

"gentlemen!"

Another person raised his hand high and stood up after receiving the answer: "If the weak mastered martial arts and skills, wouldn't there be no weak in the world?"

"Then you learn martial arts faster, or Yan Kaiyu learns martial arts faster?"

An Qisheng asked back.

"Uh......"

The child was immediately speechless, and then asked again: "Sir, if everyone learns things just as fast and learns the same things, wouldn't the world be strong?"

"Neither will."

An Qisheng shook his head:

"Because of the system."

"What is a system?"

the child asked again.

"That's something to talk about in the future. Now, you just need to understand what martial arts is, and that's enough."

An Qisheng stood on the podium, overlooking the crowd, and said:

"After this class, everyone's experience in writing three thousand words, tell me what you think is martial arts, what is strong, what is weak, what is the gap between strong and weak, what is it!"

"Three thousand words?!"

There was an uproar in the questioning hall.

Even Tie Shan, Yan Kaiyu and the others all had their heads as big as a bucket.

Three thousand words are too many, only gods can write three thousand words.

......

In the days that followed, he no longer retreated. He would rest at sunset and rise at sunrise every day. In addition to instructing the three disciples to practice martial arts, he would give lectures in the Wenxin Hall at the foot of the mountain.

He went to lecture once every ten days, and as time passed, the number of people in Wenxintang gradually increased.

In a flash, another half a year has passed.

A heavy snow swept over, and the world was desolate.

It's winter solstice again.

On the top of the Holy Mountain of Six Prisons, the endless ice wind whistled in the rolling sea of ​​clouds.

Mrs. Bai Lian, dressed in a white gauze, stood on the top of the cliff, quietly watching Pang Wanyang, who was sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​clouds, ups and downs with the big sun.

The Qi meridian can stand in the air, and the divine meridian can travel in the air. However, the human heart is limited, and the true energy is not infinite. Even if she is in the air for several days, it is important to land.

And Pang Wanyang had been sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​clouds for over a year.

Even if he is pregnant with holy pills and does not need to eat, this is shocking enough.

huh~

suck~

Pang Wanyang's steady breathing sounded from time to time in the icy wind of the rolling sea of ​​clouds.

Every time I think about it, the rolling in this sea of ​​clouds becomes more and more violent.

"Heaven, God..."

At a certain moment, a long sigh echoed in the sea of ​​​​clouds, and the regret contained in it made Mrs. Bai Lian feel uncomfortable.

In her eyes, Pang Wanyang's clothes were flying, and it seemed that he might disappear into the clouds at any time.

It seems more and more unfathomable.

In the sea of ​​​​clouds, Pang Wanyang slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Mrs. Bailian with bright eyes like the golden sun:

"You wait."

Mrs. Bai Lian shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't care.

Then, he bowed slightly and told about the major events that had happened in the world since he had retreated for more than a year:

"More than a year ago, the Golden Wolf Kingdom and Dafeng stopped making peace, and there was no war... The conflict between Zhuanlun Temple and the Golden Wolf Court has become prominent..."

"A year ago, Mu Qingfeng seemed to be out of the customs..."

"Monk Yixiu is said to have left."

"Half a year ago, Yan Kuangzu climbed Wangquan Mountain. On that day, thunderclouds rolled on the top of Wangquan Mountain. Some people saw the black and white interweaving on the top of Wangquan Mountain..."

"Tai Chi diagram?"

Hearing the black and white interweaving on the top of Wangquan Mountain, Pang Wanyang's eyes suddenly condensed, and then calmed down:

"It really made him become..."

There were some fluctuations in his tone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seemed a little surprised, but also a little regretful.

"Both Yan Kuangtu and Wang Quan Daoist have never said anything, but he has become a divine vein compared to him. As for that Taiji diagram..."

Mrs. Bai Lian shook her head slightly, she didn't believe in the unity of the lunar sun and the sun.

Throughout the ages, how can there be a saying that the sun and the moon are the same day?

"With his divine will, there is no problem with the yin spirit leaving the body. Even if he takes the way of the sun, he is 100% sure to cast the divine veins. This is not surprising..."

An obscure light flashed in Pang Wanyang's eyes:

"The unity of yin and yang, the way of Tai Chi, if he succeeds, if he really succeeds..."

Madam Bai Lian was shocked and a little surprised.

For decades, she had never heard such a big mood swing in Pang Wanyang's voice.

"I'm really looking forward to it..."

With a sigh, the sea of ​​clouds churned, but Pang Wanyang had disappeared into the clouds.