The Great Tao Chronicle

Chapter 520 Dreaming of Spring and Autumn (Second)

The three great masters of Daxuan met the Grand Master of God, the Taoist Juechen was hidden from the world, and Han Longhua remained in seclusion for many years, but Xue Zheng joined the world and instructed many younger generations in boxing and kung fu.

At the same time, we are also following the footsteps of our predecessors.

Once, An Qisheng also learned from his mouth the secrets about why the road ahead has ended.

But about this, he has a lot of thoughts.

Daxuan, above Xuanxing is a very special country, martial arts, internal skills, Taoism, flying swords, a hundred schools of thought, and even 'qi'...

And so on, there are obvious signs of being out of tune with the world.

For example, the legend of Peng Zushou's eight hundred years, for many people in modern times, they will only think that it is false, or doubt the correctness of the ancient calendar, but they do not believe that he really lived eight hundred years.

Even the previous An Qisheng had some doubts in his heart.

Until he fell into a dream, he heard and saw the 'universal replacement'.

Of course, no one in Xuan Xing can live to 800, but what if he came from another world?

"Wang Honglin" can be replaced, why can't Peng Zu?

This idea had taken root in his heart as early as when he returned from the Dreaming Long Floating World, but there were too many things along the way, and he had a bit of fear in his heart, so he didn't try it for a long time.

It has been delayed until now.

"Written by the predecessor?"

Xue Zheng's eyes moved, and he was a little surprised, but he didn't ask, just nodded: "Yes, I do have a few handwritten books by the sages, but most of them have nothing to do with cultivation, just simple writings, even letters written casually."

Not every great master has his writings handed down, and what has been handed down is not necessarily related to boxing practice.

He collected these half to cherish memory, and half to appreciate the spirit of the sages.

This is also the reason why Mu Longcheng once went to Wudang Mountain to ask for the handwritten manuscript, instead of looking for him.

"Teacher, Brother An, there are many people here, so let's go up the mountain and talk in detail."

At this time, Jing Xiaolou reminded.

Practicing martial arts strengthens the body and also raises the spirit and temperament. The worst among the crowd are those who are dark and successful, and their temperament is super outstanding. When they get together, they naturally attract the attention of many people.

Xue Zheng glanced at it, someone around seemed to have recognized him, and nodded:

"Let's go up the mountain and talk about it."

"good."

An Qisheng naturally had no objection.

All of them were fast on their feet, and they disappeared on the mountain road without waiting for curious tourists to come around.

......

In the Xue Family Manor.

Xu Hongyun woke up faintly, and was still a little dazed at first, but when he woke up, he suddenly jumped like thunder: "White tiger!"

"All right."

Xue Zheng couldn't hear this, so he frowned and interrupted: "I'm weak, who's to blame?"

"Old ghost Xue, what do you mean?"

Xu Hong was out of luck.

"It literally means." Xue Zheng glanced at Xu Hongyun indifferently: "You are more than ten years younger than me, and the conditions for learning martial arts are much better than mine. If you have three points of diligence, the white tiger can't knock you out. "

Xu Hongyun's aptitude is not bad, but his mind is more on Feng Shui formation, dabbling in Qimen, and he is also interested in Hemp Clothing Physique, too much distraction, naturally it is difficult to achieve any great achievements.

"If you're still making trouble, you should follow Jairui when you go back this time!"

Bai Hu was also a little unbearable, and his face sank.

Hearing the word 'Jaizhen', Xu Hongyun shuddered and sat down anyway.

What he was most afraid of in the special affairs bureau was not the white tiger nor the blue dragon, but Danhuang and Jairui, and he would always be able to stay out of the way when they quarreled with other people.

Only these two are really fighting.

"Lin Ling, Captain White Tiger, you came to the Treasure Island to find me, what's the matter with the 'Royal Dream'?"

Xue Zheng's eyes were deep and deep, as if he could see through the minds of the two.

"Xue Laohui's eyes are like torches, we are here, we really want to ask Xue Lao to come out and help me in the 'Dream of King Power'..."

When it comes to business, Bai Hu's expression suddenly became serious.

It has been more than half a year since the sky descended on the 'gate' and the King Quan sword slashed across the sky.

Since that day, the Special Affairs Bureau has attached great importance to the 'Dream of King Power'. All over the country, more than 70% of the dreamers have joined the Special Affairs Bureau's 'organization'.

But half a year later, the dreamers other than Daxuan, who were not acclimatized to the environment and were beaten by tricks, gradually grew up.

Because of the great power of the Great Mystery, an atmosphere for those who enter the dream of the Great Mystery has been vaguely formed.

At first, it was quietly win over and suppressed secretly, but later, it was a naked conflict and killing.

"The dream of kingship is quite similar to that of Daxuan. In ancient times, although some of Daxuan's dreamers were not tragically killed in the early days, more of them were like a duck to water, and they stabilized and stabilized the dreamers from all over the world...

Until a few days ago, a master came out from abroad, and many people took his losses. He killed more than a dozen masters who went to search for Wang Quanjian twice in a row, and lost their status as dreamers. "

Speaking of this, Bai Hu's face was also a little condensed: "This person's real name is unknown, and foreign dreamers call him 'Truman'. This person's purpose is very clear, and he is also the sword of kingship."

"'Truman,' I seem to have heard of that name."

Xue Zheng's eyes moved slightly, thinking back: "More than ten years ago, a Westerner came to challenge me. At that time, I had retired and didn't want to fight anyone, but this person came all the way. There are traces of the Western Crusades, and there are also teaching martial arts, mixed with some jiu-jitsu and yoga.

"That should be it!"

Bai Hu slapped the table: "The man's methods are ruthless. Looking at his movements, there are indeed traces of yoga and jiu-jitsu, and the traces of fighting and fighting techniques in the Western military are also very strong."

"That person was already strong, and his physical strength was strong. Only Qinglong was a little stronger than him among the Danjing realm warriors I have seen over the years. It's a pity that Qinglong is..."

Xue Zheng shook his head and did not continue.

Half a year in reality, but more than five years in a dream, this is already a long time. For those who already have a foundation in boxing, this period of time is enough to make rapid progress.

Whether in the 'Royal Dream' or in reality.

But Xuanxing has a population of over 10 billion, but not everyone is a dreamer. Some people can't keep the dreamer qualification, and some people can keep it, but they can't dream.

Such as Qinglong......

"You said so."

The corners of Baihu's mouth also twitched, everyone at the top of the special affairs bureau is a dreamer, but the original strongest boss is not.

This is extremely unbearable for someone like Qinglong.

"Well, I'll answer you."

After Xue Zheng pondered for a moment, he nodded and agreed: "Wang Quanjian is very important, but it cannot fall into the hands of ambitious people."

He also had doubts in his heart.

On the bright side, An Qisheng is the number one in the world, whether in reality or in a dream, but why didn't the people in the Special Affairs Bureau ask An Qisheng for help, but asked him to do it himself...

But he didn't ask. Although the status of the special affairs bureau is not high, some of them have a very high level of secrecy.

"Thank you Master."

Bai Hu breathed a sigh of relief and cared about An Qisheng's whereabouts, but he didn't know what that Mr. An was here for.

he......

......

Xue Zheng's storage is very large, and the storage is very rich.

From bronze ware to ceramics, from ancient oracle bone inscriptions, to bamboo slips, to yellowed paper books, from landscape paintings, to casual brushstrokes like graffiti.

It can be said that it has everything.

As soon as he walked into it, An Qisheng felt the strong atmosphere of the years. Not all of them are genuine, but even if they are imitations, they still have a strong sense of historical precipitation.

"This is where the teacher's collection is, most of which were bought from abroad, and a small half were given to the teacher by us waiting for the disciples to search."

Jing Xiaolou waved his hand to let the disciple who was taking care of the collection go out and introduced it to An Qisheng.

The bronze ware area, the porcelain area, the ancient book area, the imitation area, are classified into various categories, and the collections are well protected.

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, feeling the deep historical atmosphere. When he raised his hand, an extremely well-preserved yellowish ancient book had already landed on his palm.

"This is a translation for later generations, and it has a history of more than 700 years from now."

Jing Xiaolou glanced at the book and introduced it.

"The estimate is not bad, it is indeed more than 700 years old."

An Qisheng glanced at it, and the many words on this ancient book had a panoramic view.

The author of this book can be regarded as a generation of great Confucianism, it is worth reading, but that's all.

Putting down this ancient book, An Qisheng paced, raising his hand from time to time, and under the gaze of Jing Xiaolou, he took out three 'ancient books'.

A broken bamboo slip, a badly faded slate, and a pale yellow silk book.

"Brother An, what's the point of you taking these three things?" Jing Xiaolou asked.

He has no interest in antiques, but is very interested in An Qisheng's purpose.

"Brother Jing has any research on Taoism, Confucianism, and Buddhism?" An Qisheng asked rhetorically while holding the three things.

"Never."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head: "Learning boxing has consumed all my energy. No matter how hard it is to distract him, the teacher doesn't approve of me touching this at this time."

"It's right not to study. Those who practice Confucianism are restrained, those who practice old are mad, those who study Buddhism are narrow-minded, and those who study without seeking a thorough understanding will be harmful and useless."

Walking out of the library, Su Jie nodded slightly when he heard An Qisheng's words.

This sentence of Zen Master Hongjue is not to belittle the three ways, but to say that most people are difficult to understand thoroughly and in-depth, but it is harmful.

Listening to the Confucian etiquette, one sticks to the etiquette. Seeing that Lao Tzu is naturally inactive, he does nothing. Hearing that Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, he acts as a hypocrite.

Many people know this truth, but not everyone can jump out of the spirit of the sages and walk out of their own world.

"What is Mr. An going to do next?"

Su Jie was a little curious.

An Qisheng held the three things and walked to the Huxin Pavilion step by step: "After taking the book, of course I want to read it~www.readwn.com~ Both Jing Xiaolou and Su Jie were a little stunned.

How developed the Internet is now, and there is a lot of information, why do you have to come here to read books?

Looking at An Qisheng sitting cross-legged under the setting sun,

The two were curious, but did not bother An Qisheng.

After stopping for a moment, he turned to leave.

Behind the two of them, in the Huxin Pavilion, An Qisheng put down the other two things, and gently pressed his palm on the only word left on the broken stone tablet.

That word is - Dao.

hum~

The moment his palm was pressed on the stone tablet, Dao Yitu hummed in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, and a light like water flowed.

In an instant, in An Qisheng's eyes, the world was stripped away again.

The wind against the current, the revolving clouds, from the dim to the bright sunset afterglow...

Time is running against the flow.

Compared to the shock when he first saw him, An Qisheng at this time was much calmer, but feeling the time against the current, everything was spinning rapidly, only his own immobile world.

There was still something in his heart.

He can feel the vicissitudes of history, and feel the spirit of the person who wrote it through the media, but he can't achieve the level of "Tao Yi Tu" that almost goes against the flow of time and space.

He felt it quietly.

He saw the coming of the 'Gate of Xenomorphism', the shocking stab of Wang Quanjian, the disappearance of Mu Feng, the disappearance of Tongzhengyang, the disappearing goddess...

One year, two years, one hundred years, five hundred years...

Time flies, and the rush is very fast, but at this time the countercurrent is faster, it seems that thousands of years have passed, and An Qisheng seems to just blink an eye.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw another world.

.....

The mountains are rolling, the vegetation is lush, the birds are flying in the sky, the white clouds are rolling, and the world is picturesque.

Huhu~

The wind was blowing, and the weeds crossed his waist. An Qisheng stood in a wave of wind-blown grass, his eyes were as deep as the sea.

The dream contained in the word is already magnificent, and the mountains and rivers are all there, as if traveling back to the past.

It can be seen how tyrannical the spirit imprinted on it is.

"call!"

An Qisheng stood in the grassy sea and took a deep breath. The wind whistled around him, and the invisible airflow brought him countless information.

In an instant, he could already feel the deep pain in this land.

The battles that have lasted for many years have been deeply imprinted on this world.

The Zhou Dynasty declined and the princes did not go to court.

Hero, hero, hero, famous minister, famous general, beauty...

This is the time of the great mystery, when the spark of thought is the brightest. On this war-torn land, many schools and theories were born.

Descendants also called it, a hundred schools of thought!

Allusions in countless legends appeared in his heart, setting off a ripple.

He paced between the meadows and walked towards the beautiful mountain in the distance. Later, this mountain was also known as Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhongnan has many legends since ancient times.

There are many immortals, and there is a legend that alchemists live in seclusion here.

Of course ~www.readwn.com~ is just a legend.

Huhu~

Between the mountains and forests, there are hidden beasts chasing and killing, roaring, bloody, and hunting is staged in the sparsely populated mountains and rivers.

An Qisheng did not take the initiative to find the founder of Taoism.

Instead, they waited quietly outside Zhongnan Mountain.

His waiting did not last long, the sky was a little dim, and in the light of the setting sun, he saw the person he was waiting for.

It was an ox cart.

A slender, elegant-looking middle-aged man, the former, came slowly from an ox-cart. On top of the ox-cart, an old man with white hair, white eyebrows and long beards sat quietly with his eyes half-closed.

Two people and one cow came from far to near, slowly.

Everyone go to sleep first and continue coding.

(End of this chapter)