The Great Tao Chronicle

The connection between the mind and the body is extremely delicate.

Although he didn't suffer any substantial damage, An Qisheng's body trembled slightly when he climbed the steps, as if he had experienced a severe cold change.

Feng Mingtao shook his head and followed.

The white mist above the golden hall was steaming, and before everyone came up, they felt the hot wind pavement, as if a big stove was burning in front of the golden hall, and they couldn't help but stop.

This white gas is very similar to the water vapor produced after boiling water, and the temperature is extremely high.

Among the ruins in front of the Golden Temple filled with white mist, Daoist Juechen sat cross-legged, his chest heaving up and down, and his body made a humming sound like a train starting.

Under the rolling white mist, it was as if a real immortal was immortal.

"Is this white mist uploaded by Daoist Juechen?"

Feng Mingtao was taken aback.

The thick white fog was actually formed by the heat radiating from his body evaporating the rainwater.

wow la la~

An Qisheng listened carefully, only to hear the sound of rivers running in the air, and he couldn't help being shocked.

This huge amount of heat was actually because of the heat that was spontaneously discharged from the pores after Daoist Juechen's blood rapidly circulated.

This is the temperature that can be produced by one person, and the big boiler that heats a small community in the middle of winter is nothing more than that!

Phew!

Suck!

At a certain moment, there was a gust of wind in front of the Golden Temple, blowing away the billowing white mist.

When the white fog dissipated, everyone saw that the high platform in front of the Golden Temple had been reduced to ruins, and the stone slabs that had been beaten by wind and rain for many years were shattered into powder.

He stepped on it with one foot until it reached his knee.

Even if you find a few road rollers to press here, you will definitely not be able to achieve this effect in just ten minutes.

Everyone was shocked.

Daoist Juechen waved his sleeves and stood up amidst the ruins:

"Come up, everyone."

"Master, are you all right?"

Yi Feibai was the first to get on the high platform, and the others followed closely.

An Qisheng and the two were one step behind.

"In Wudang Mountain, he still can't kill me."

Taoist Juechen's eyes passed through the crowd and fell on An Qisheng:

"what's your name?"

Although he closed his eyes to adjust his breath before, he was not ignorant of the outside world, so he could naturally feel Mu Longcheng's movements.

This surprised him a little.

Mu Longcheng is very proud and regards other people as uncivilized savages. As long as he is not provoking him, he doesn't even bother to look at them.

This boy, what's different?

Others, including Feng Mingtao, looked at An Qisheng with surprise.

How could this person be asked by Mu Longcheng, Daoist Juechen and other figures for his name?

It looks unremarkable.

"Master Hui, my name is An Qisheng."

An Qisheng took a step forward and clasped his fists to answer.

"The boxing frame is on the body, not bad, not bad."

Daoist Juechen nodded.

"Daoist, has Mulongcheng surpassed the goddess that is not bad..."

The short middle-aged Mei Liangxin couldn't help but ask.

Several other people also looked at Daoist Juechen. As a martial artist, they always had expectations for the peak realm.

"If you go beyond seeing God without being bad, Lao Dao today will not be spared."

Daoist Juechen looked up at the sky, the dark clouds had all dissipated, and between the clouds and the sky, a red sun appeared halfway:

"I'm tired today, everyone, come back another day."

Everyone wants to say more, Daoist Juechen has disappeared before the golden hall in the flick of his sleeves.

Seeing this, everyone could only give up, shaking their heads and preparing to go down the mountain.

"Let's go too, there will be more tourists later."

Feng Mingtao called An Qisheng, and was ready to go down the mountain.

"I want to rest for a while, you can go down the mountain first."

An Qisheng waved his hand, looked for a step next to the high platform and sat down, looking at the mist-shrouded Wudang Mountain after the rain.

The sight of Mu Longcheng before made him feel the breath of life and death.

At this time, his spirit was not calm, and there was still a tingling pain in his body.

"Forget it, we came together, it's not good to leave you alone."

Feng Mingtao shook his head and found a clean place to sit.

"Mulong City..."

An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed, and in front of him, there seemed to be stars shining.

In his perspective, the dots of light are spinning like stars. This is all the spiritual panels that he has been able to "dream" over the past few months.

Among them are Wang Honglin, Wang Anfeng, Li Yan, Feng Mingtao, as well as scholars and experts like Daniel.

And in his thoughts, a "star" suddenly lit up among the stars, drew closer, and occupied the entire field of vision:

[Mu Longcheng, born in Kaiyuan 9760, stateless...]

【Dream time (ten seconds)】

In the short contact, he has collected all the information of the warriors on Wudang Mountain this time.

Including Daoist Juechen and Mu Longcheng.

"Only ten seconds?"

An Qisheng was a little shocked.

With the changes in his body in the past few months, the time he spent in dreaming has also gradually increased, and he realized that Wang Honglin's state has reached eleven minutes.

This Mulong City actually only has ten seconds!

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and he withdrew from his perspective.

Ten seconds is too short. If he accidentally exceeds it, he will faint on the top of this Wudang Mountain.

Let's try it slowly later.

Now, there is still work to be done.

"They all left?"

An Qisheng glanced at the stone steps filled with clouds and mist, but Yi Feibai and others could not see it for a long time.

"gone."

Feng Mingtao turned around, a smile flashed across his rough face:

"What's the matter with you staying this time? Could it be that Daoist Juechen wants to see you alone?"

"You are smart."

An Qisheng also laughed, the wind was loud on the outside, but he didn't hide it from him.

However, he didn't plan to hide it from him at first, so it's better to go down the mountain first, and then it won't take much time to climb the mountain alone.

"Daoist Juechen really wants to see you?"

Feng Mingtao was shocked:

"It shouldn't be like what the novel says, I want to pass on the merit to you."

"you think too much."

An Qisheng stood up:

"There should be something to ask me."

"Where is Daochang Juechen?"

Feng Mingtao also stood up.

"We can't find the old man when we look for him. If we look for a secluded place, the old man will naturally come over."

An Qisheng said as he walked down the stairs.

The two turned left and right in the Palace of Supreme Harmony, and with a glance from the corner of their eyes, they saw Taoist Juechen in a pavilion not far away.

"I have seen the Taoist priest."

An Qisheng clasped his fists and saluted.

Feng Mingtao looked respectful: "Picture Boxing Feng Mingtao, I'm going to meet the great master."

"You two are welcome."

Daoist Juechen waved his hand, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com asked the two to come and sit.

He didn't betray him. As soon as the two sat down, they spoke directly:

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu contacted the masters of martial arts to set up a general martial arts hall. After discussing for many years, he set the realm of martial arts practice, which is what you know, light, dark, transformation, dan, gang, and god!"

"The increase of the six realms is our control over our own body, improvement, integration of muscles, bones and muscles, flexible use of dark energy, one inch long tendons, infinite strength, transmutation of energy throughout the body, and mosquitoes cannot fall. The strength is harmonious and not leaking, even in the sixtieth year, the physical strength is not weakened..."

Daoist Juechen spoke concisely, and introduced the six realms of boxing to the two of them in the shortest words.

They have also been involved in these things, but they still listened quietly.

"Fisting is a technique of martial arts, a method of killing, a technique of violence, and a way to strengthen one's body...but it is not the only way to live long."

Speaking of which, Daoist Juechen gave a slight pause:

"Longevity and long-term vision, freedom and freedom have been pursued by my great Xuan people since ancient times, from emperors, generals and ministers to mountain and wild Taoists, there is no exception.

In the past three hundred years, science and technology have been advancing with each passing day. One can go to the sky, enter the earth, cross the sea, and even explore the stars... Boxing is rooted in the military tree, and naturally it has also made great progress.

Then, some people want to use the power of technology to achieve individual sublimation, explore the way forward, and seek longevity. "

"This person is Mu Longcheng?"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

"It's Mulong City, it's also the Beggar Society, and it's not just them..."

Daoist Juechen sighed softly:

"Today I cherish my life, and Mu Longcheng cherishes my body, all for the future."

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