The Great Tao Chronicle

"Yang Jian..."

Zeng San chewed the name once, and felt a throbbing in his heart. He had a vague feeling that the young man in front of him was something in the pool.

If the primordial spirit wasn't injured, at this time, he would have the heart to see his qi luck with the technique of looking at qi from heaven and man.

But even if he didn't look at his luck with God's qi technique, he could still see the extraordinary things about the young man in front of him, especially his physique, so he couldn't help but look at him.

This is by no means a natural physique, but a manifestation of cultivating a magical power to a very high level.

But with his eyesight, he couldn't see the follow-up of this supernatural power, he only knew that its grade was quite high, perhaps comparable to those of the Confucian secret supernatural powers.

For a moment, Zeng San responded with a smile when he saw the young man looking at him curiously: "Old man Zeng San, come here at an invitation."

"The old gentleman also came to see the tutor?"

Yang Jian looked at the old man in front of him, only to feel that although the old man's clothes were not luxurious, he had an aura of not being angry and self-proud, and he was also careful in his heart.

"also?"

Zeng San frowned indistinctly and asked, "Your teacher is not Zhang Feng's house? Who else came here besides the old man?"

"My teacher, Hongxuan, is a master teacher."

Yang Jian's expression became positive, and he said with some surprise: "The old gentleman said he came to see the tutor. Could it be that he doesn't know who the tutor is?"

"Daoist Hongxuan?! Your teacher, is he? When did you come under his door?"

Hearing this name, Zeng San suddenly showed a three-pointed solemnity on his face. Of course, he is not unfamiliar with this name.

When I first saw him twenty years ago, this Taoist who was suspected of inheriting the inheritance of the five-color divine light had already become famous in the Dazhou cultivation world.

It is not difficult to guess that the person who repelled the Da Zhou Prince's dharma body is very likely to be this person.

In fact, he has come all the way, at least dozens of people have come to inquire about the news about Hongxuan Daoist.

I just heard about the mysterious whereabouts of Daoist Hongxuan. Even an organization like Jing Yesi who is in charge of Dazhou intelligence has not been able to find his trace.

Who would have thought that he actually came to Lingquan Road before him, it seems that he has lived there for many years?

"The old gentleman really recognizes the tutor."

Yang Jian's expression relaxed, and he said seriously: "Sixteen years ago, when the teacher passed by the 'Dragon Tooth City', I was admitted to the door."

"Sixteen years ago..."

Zeng San nodded and sighed in his heart.

It has been 21 years since he last saw Daoist Hongxuan, and after hearing that he traveled around the world, he did not want to accept such an apprentice.

Is it just that this young man has achieved such achievements in only sixteen years of practice?

"Come with me, old man."

Yang Jian put down his broom, stepped forward and opened the door, bowed slightly, and invited Zeng San to enter.

Zeng San restrained his thoughts and walked through the gate.

hum~

It was only one step, but Zeng San's body was shaken, he felt as if he had penetrated an invisible barrier, but in just a moment, he seemed to have changed the world.

This yard is not big, at best it is no more than three steps, not to mention practitioners, even among ordinary people, it is not big.

But Zeng San raised his eyebrows and looked around, but he couldn't see the end.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, and a big sun hangs high.

Among the mountains and ravines, the spiritual fields are endless, pouring down slowly, like the surging waves, the unique fragrance of Lingmi is blowing towards the face, and it also permeates the heaven and earth.

"Dongtian, blessed land!"

Zeng San looked back and saw the boundless expanse behind him. A spiritual river flows down from the sky like a waterfall, and divides itself thousands of times, watering this vast spiritual field.

Looking up again, the sun shines brightly, and in the void that is invisible to the naked eye, there are all kinds of stars twinkling faintly, and there seem to be mountains and rivers among them.

"This......"

Zeng San was shocked.

There are not a few supernatural powers who have opened up the cave.

The weak can only open up three miles of land. The strong person is like the ancestor of the earth immortal. The universe is all kinds of leaders. There are three thousand boundaries in the sleeve robe.

Confucianism also has such magical powers.

But this Fang Dongtian is too big, too real...

"Here is the cave opened by the master, named Miluo... These spiritual fields were improved by the master on the spiritual rice such as 'lotus crystal rice', 'yellow millet soft fragrant rice' and 'lingjing rice'. The first-class spiritual rice 'Longya Rice' is more effective than other spiritual rice."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, feeling cool in body and mind, indescribably at ease and lively. The inspiration in this cave may not be as rich as the outside world, but he prefers to stay here.

"Miruodongtian...Longya Rice."

Zeng San's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty and even in the three imperial dynasties, there are few things that are forbidden. Any mundane swords, spears, swords, halberds, bows and armors are not prohibited. Even if it is the magic soldier among the monks, the magic weapon will be handed down with you.

There are only two things that are really forbidden.

One is law, and the other is rice.

The law should not be passed on lightly. Any sect cannot establish a sect or recruit disciples unless it has been enshrined by the imperial court.

The seeds of spiritual rice cannot be circulated, except for the other sects of the seventy-two Taoist sects, they also need to buy rice seeds from the imperial court every year and distribute them for planting.

Although these two prohibitions are not without flaws, the occasional prohibition breaker Jing Yesi may not be able to inspect them one by one, but planting spiritual fields on such a large scale is undoubtedly a great taboo.

What does this Daoist Hongxuan want to do?

hum~

Not long after the two stepped into the cave, a humming sound echoed.

Immediately, all kinds of colors converged toward the middle of the sky as if they had come to life, and in a few moments before and after, they had turned into a 'heavenly ladder' that went straight to the heights between the heavens and the earth.

At the end of the ladder, is the 'big sun' in Fangdongtian!

"Twenty years apart, the old gentleman's demeanor remains the same!"

At the same time as the five-color ladder fell, a slightly smiling voice also sounded.

"Sure enough it was him..."

Zeng San's eyes moved slightly, his heart was slightly complicated, and he also responded with a voice: "But after 20 years of absence, the power of fellow Daoists has become more and more powerful!"

As the voice echoed, Zeng San had already stepped on the ladder, and he rose to the sky one step at a time.

Yang Jian looked up at the bright golden sun in the sky, and a touch of worry appeared in his heart, which was pressed into his heart in a flash, and he walked into the vast sea of ​​spiritual fields.

In the spiritual field, a girl who was a few years younger than him was chasing a little boy who was hugging a cat and yelling, giggling from time to time.

Huhu~

Zeng Sanxing was walking on the ladder, but his mind was looking around. The more he looked, the more surprised he became.

He is not familiar with such divine powers, but his vision is extremely high, and he still has some knowledge of divine powers.

At this moment, in his perception, this Fang Dongtian is not only boundless, but also so real that it is almost impossible to see any flaws.

It seems that this is another world.

"Five colors of divine light, and this magical power similar to the universe in the sleeve... Who is this Daoist Hongxuan?"

Zeng San had deeper doubts in his heart, but he had no intention of climbing up step by step.

With a movement, he has already stepped to the end of the ladder.

Facing the light that was enough to melt gold and iron, step into the 'big sun' where endless rays of light are intertwined, like real stars.

huh~

The sound of an explosion that was so violent that it was unimaginable kept ringing, and the rumbling sound that was enough to tear apart the mountains, rivers and mountains was all bound in the great sun.

Zeng San stepped into it, his eyes swept away, and he already saw two people sitting cross-legged on the high platform amid the endless flames.

A man with black clothes and red hair, sitting with his back to himself, his breath is ever-changing, either condensed, aloof, ethereal, or violent.

Its aura is ever-changing, changing every moment, and it seems that the shadows of all kinds of gods and demons are constantly flashing and disappearing behind it.

"Illustration of Slaying Demons, Zhang Feng's Mansion!"

Zeng San's eyes narrowed and he recognized this big man in the top five of the big week, but all his attention was attracted by another person.

The man was dressed in an ordinary Taoist robe, his appearance was just ordinary, and he could not see any strangeness. At this moment, he was sitting upright, looking at him with a smile, but it was the Daoist Hongxuan who saved him once 20 years ago.

Compared to the red-haired Daoist whose aura was changing in front of him, his aura was empty, but it seemed to be all-encompassing and accommodating everything.

In this endless violent flame, the two seem to maintain a fragile balance.

"Long time no see."

Seeing Zeng San approaching, An Qisheng smiled lightly, no increase or decrease: "Old sir."

"My fellow Daoist has become more and more unfathomable, but..."

Zeng San stopped in the midst of the raging fire, his tone was calm, but also with regret: "Wanfa Chaozong is imminent, the masters of the Great Zhou Center are like clouds, this is too unwise for fellow Daoists..."

He could naturally see that Zhang Feng's mansion was at a disadvantage, but the great Zhou Zhuqiangs were not the only ones in Zhang Feng's mansion.

The Wanfa Dynasty is just around the corner, in the central place of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are no less than a hundred people who have formed the Dharma!

"It's not that I want to be in trouble with this guy. It's really this guy. After chasing me for many years, I can't get rid of it. I can't do it. I can only 'hand talk' with him."

Looking at Zhang Fengfu, the red-haired Taoist who closed his eyes and said nothing, An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "Unfortunately, this guy is too competitive, he has obviously lost, but he still wants to find someone to overturn the 'table'... ..."

Twenty years is just a flick of a finger for practitioners, but for An Qisheng, this is not the case.

In addition to lighting up all kinds of gods on the 'True Spirit Position Map', collecting 'Earth Only Roots' and training disciples, it is to deal with the three-year siege of this Director Zhang.

Now, this is the seventh time I have come to the door.

"...Master Zhang."

Looking at the silent red-haired Taoist, Zeng San's mouth curved into a wry smile: "Who is fellow Taoist..."

Zhang Feng Mansion is no ordinary cultivator.

Before Da Zhou's crown prince emerged, he was the first Tianjiao in Dazhou. He once traveled all over the world and competed with the great power Tianjiao for the hegemony.

He once defeated the strong Dharma body with the practice of Dharma physiognomy, but he is a real arrogant person.

But at this time...

"The old gentleman has asked many times, and I have answered many times."

An Qisheng lifted it casually, and a Taoist platform rose under Zeng San's feet: "Sir, please sit down. Let's talk about it when the people invited by Secretary Zhang have arrived together."

Zeng San shook his head slightly, but could only sit down with his knees crossed.

Not to mention that his injury has not healed. Even if he is not injured, he may not be able to intervene. More importantly, this Daoist Hongxuan once saved himself.

Even if he had the confidence to make a move~www.readwn.com~ he didn't want to make a move.

An Qisheng's tone was calm, as if there were no fluctuations, but the eyelids of the red-haired Daoist who had closed his eyes for a long time trembled, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded:

"you know?"

Zhang Fengfu slowly opened his eyes, his expression complicated and unwilling, and his voice was full of solemn and bitterness: "You know, why don't you stop me?"

"Master Zhang, until now, did you think that you were so powerful that you found my trace?"

"Ok?!"

Zhang Fengfu's heart was shocked, and he raised his head suddenly, but met An Qisheng's gloomy and endless eyes: "What did you say?!"

An Qisheng didn't answer, and looked down.

He saw a pair of eyes, an extremely strong will, locked in the space where he was, separated by an unknown void.

hum~

The void trembles, everything shakes.

The boundless and boundless Miluo cave hummed and trembled, the mountains and rivers within it trembled, and the vegetation trembled.

Yang Jian, the running girl, the child holding the cat, the rabbit lying in the distance, and the big donkey galloping in the mountains were all shocked.

Some people look left, some people look right, some people look up, some people look back, but no matter where they look, wherever they look.

But they all saw the depths of the void, and a pair of eyes like the sun slowly lit up.

This power is too strong, like an ancient **** king standing above the nine heavens, looking down indifferently, majestic and majestic, all things must bow their heads and surrender.