surnamed Wang

Chapter 1 Millennium Dynasty
The dynasty, located in the east of the world map, is rich and mysterious.

Since Emperor Taizu, the dynasty has lasted for a thousand years, surpassing any dynasty in history, and its national power is well-deserved number one in the world.

The current reigning emperor, Wang Yutai, is the second emperor of the No.60 dynasty.

In a few days, it will be the National Day of the 30th anniversary of the founding of the dynasty. The emperor issued an imperial decree to celebrate it.Since it is the [-]th anniversary, the National Day holiday has changed from seven days in previous years to [-] days now to commemorate this sacred day.

The economic losses caused by the 30-day national holiday are all borne by the state, which shows the economic strength of the state.

In the early morning, on a street in the southwest corner of the capital, a young man came out of an Internet cafe. Since it was just dawn, there were no pedestrians on the road.

The young man was thin, wearing a black hoodie with the hood buttoned on his head, and strolled on the street with his head bowed.

While walking, he was still muttering.

While regretting the game he lost just now, he felt a figure blocking his way in front of him.The boy didn't take it seriously, and walked sideways.

But the man moved his steps as if on purpose, blocking his way again.The young man was slightly displeased, and raised his pale face that had been up all night for several days.

"Is something wrong?"

The young man opened his mouth lightly.

I saw an old man blocking the way, with white beard and hair, beard hanging down to his chest, wearing a very old-fashioned white gown.

The dynasty has gone through thousands of years, with a long history and world-leading technology and culture.

The clothes of the common people are also strangely mixed: you can see young ladies with dyed blond hair wearing Han shirts, and men with buns wearing T-shirts and jeans.

However, like the old man in front of him, it is rare to see people dressed in ancient clothes.

The old man had a kind face and showed a kind smile.

"Little friend, this old man came from Penglai Immortal Island. I was surprised to see your bones. I intend to take you as my apprentice. I hope you will not be ignorant."

The old man looked amiable from the beginning to the end, but he said something that did not match his image.

The hooded boy was stunned when he heard it, he couldn't believe that these words came from an old man who looked like a fairy.

The boy's name is Wang Bingquan, and he is a student at a nearby university.

The school is loosely managed on weekdays, so he often skipped classes and went online for as short as two or three days, or as long as a week. Some teachers didn't even know the existence of this student.

Wang Gangquan stared at the old man in front of him with eyes that were flushed from the heat, wondering whether the old man was a liar or a psychopath.

"Not interested in!"

After a while, Wang Bingquan spit out three words lightly.

Then he bypassed the old man and walked directly towards the school gate, he was so sleepy now that he needed to sleep, there was no need to waste time talking to this incomprehensible old man.

"When I'm too old to learn how to play cosplay, it looks like I'm going for those pretty girls," Wang Bingquan slandered inwardly.

After walking for a while, Wang Gingquan looked back at the old man from a distance, and saw that the old man was still standing there looking at him, without thinking about it, he knew that there must be a kind smile on his face at this moment.

The boy stopped talking, turned his head and rubbed his temples, the school gate was not far ahead, after seven consecutive days of sleeping, he could finally sleep.

Suddenly the young man was taken aback and stopped, only to see an old man standing at the school gate not far ahead, looking at him with a smile on his face.

He was still dressed in white, but in Wang Gingquan's view, the old man's smile was a little weirder, and the white clothes added a lot of creepy feeling.

Wasn't he behind just now?
Wang Gangquan was frightened for an instant, and he was going to die in broad daylight, or did he say that he stayed up too late and killed himself, and he was actually dead now?

Wang Gangquan unconsciously remembered the plot of the horror movie.

Wang Gingquan patted his cheeks with icy hands to keep himself calm. It was just dawn, and the wind was still cold, blowing past Wang Gingquan made his hairs stand up unconsciously.

"What the hell is that thing?" The old man had already been classified as a thing in Wang Gangquan's mind, and he quickly recalled various countermeasures in his mind.

"I don't know if the boy's urinary catheter doesn't work?" Wang Gangquan now feels lucky that he is still a virgin.

The old man standing not far away kept staring at Wang Bingquan, not knowing what kind of drama the young man in front of him was going through.

After writing and directing a [-]-[-]-episode TV series in Wang Gangquan's heart, he thought about it, and finally became ruthless. He couldn't run away, and Ma De fought hard. After Wang Gangquan made up his mind, he rushed to the front old man.

Wang Gangquan's sudden behavior made the old man look stupid, he looked desperate, did he offend him somewhere?

Wang Gingquan came fiercely, but when he was two meters away from the old man, he knelt down with a plop, and the dust was splashed more than one meter away.

"The mentor is on top, and the disciples will pay homage."

As he said that, he knocked down nine times in a row, each of them touched the ground with a sound, and the etiquette could not be described as inconsiderate.

This set of operations is smooth and smooth, and those who don't know it think that he often practices in private.

Since childhood, Wang Gangquan had the talent to seek good luck and avoid bad luck.

Once at night, he went out to play with his classmates until late at night, and when he was taking the last bus back to school, the driver suddenly stopped on the way.

It turned out that there was an old lady in black in front of the car, who was blocking the road, and she kept saying that she couldn't sit in this car, and that accidents would happen if she sat in it. The driver got out of the car and tried to persuade her for a long time, but the old lady still refused to give way. Wang Gangquan was keenly aware that something was wrong.

He persuaded his classmates to get off the car, but the classmates didn't believe him. He couldn't persuade him. He thought that maybe he was thinking too much, so he got out of the car by himself and walked back to school for more than an hour. He fell on the bed because he was too tired. asleep.

The next day, he went to find that classmate, only to be told that the old lady had dementia, and was picked up by her family members yesterday after a delay of more than an hour, and nothing happened... Then he became a joke .

In short, Wang Gangquan's talent is to be afraid of death, but he still firmly believes that no matter what dangers he encounters, it's okay to confess first.

The old man was obviously very satisfied with Wang Gangquan's attitude, "It would have been better if it had been like this earlier, and I wouldn't have to use my supernatural powers."

Wang Gangquan smiled all over his face, "Master, I knew you were not a mortal the first time I saw you. I was afraid that I didn't have the talent."

Wang Gangquan's pale face squeezed into a smile that was scarier than a ghost, and the old man in white couldn't stand it anymore, "Here is the method of cultivation and the token of the teacher, take good care of it."

After all, he handed Wang Gingquan a book with a somewhat torn cover and a jade pendant. The book was a very old thread-bound book, and the jade pendant was nothing special.

Wang Gangquan got up quickly, not caring about patting the dirt on his trousers, hurriedly bowed his head and bowed down, took the books and jade pendants respectfully, and began to look at them carefully.

The jade pendant is engraved with the traditional double fish pattern, and there are some scratches on the surface. The quality of the jade is very ordinary, not only is it turbid, but there are also a lot of white cotton wool inside.

Wang Gangquan thought that the dog would not wear this jade, so he nodded and bowed his head, "Thank you master for giving the treasure, thank you master for giving the heavy treasure".

The old man seemed to see that Wang Bingquan was not satisfied, and said, "Don't underestimate this jade pendant, it has been with me for hundreds of years, and has been contaminated with a lot of my aura. I don't even want to take it off when I take a bath. Today is a good day for you."

Hearing this, Wang Gingquan, who was still stroking the jade pendant, froze obviously, and didn't take it off in the shower...was it rubbing ashes with it?

But after thinking about it, Wang Gingquan couldn't help but secretly startled. He has been with him for hundreds of years, that is to say, this cheap master has lived for at least a few hundred years. If he is not bragging, then he is really a god.

Wang Gingquan looked at the jade pendant suspiciously, it didn't look like a treasure no matter what, and he looked up suspiciously at the old man in white. He went back and forth like this for 5 minutes and still couldn't see anything, so he silently put the jade in his pocket.

He flipped through the slightly damaged book again. It looked like a serious item. When he opened the book, the paper inside had turned yellow. It was obvious that it was quite old. Wang Gingquan took a quick look and found that it was written in small seal characters. I don't know them, and they don't necessarily know me, and I can't even understand a complete sentence.

When turning to the end, Wang Gangquan found that three pages were missing, obviously torn out.

"Master, why are there three pages missing?"

Wang Gangquan raised his head and asked.

The white-clothed old man, who had been in a high-spirited manner since the beginning, was visibly flustered, and then said falteringly, "Well, there are three urgencies for people."

"Then how do I practice?"

"Just ask me when you're ready."

"Then where can I find you, Master?"

Asked this sentence, the old man's expression became strange again, "I remembered that, the nun next door invited me to play mahjong today."

Then he got into a taxi on the side of the road and was about to leave, urging the driver from time to time, Wang Gangquan sensed something was wrong, and quickly grabbed the window of the taxi.

"Master, are you hiding something from me? Are you trying to trick me?"

Wang Gangquan has always had a keen sense of danger, he reckoned that this old clapper must be holding back something bad somewhere, and he was full of unreliability, some fairy went out and took a taxi.

The old man didn't want to talk nonsense with Wang Bingquan at all, "Oh, disciple, don't do this, the secrets of heaven must not be leaked, I have already said enough for the teacher today, if you say more, you will be punished by heaven."

The more he concealed the power of the king, the more he felt cheated, and he refused to let him go. Just when they were entangled, the old man suddenly calmed down, with a bitter expression on his face, "It's over..."

As soon as these words were uttered, there was a sudden rumble of thunder in the sky, and the old man turned into a puff of white smoke with a "Peng" sound, and disappeared in front of Wang Quanquan and the driver out of thin air, leaving Wang Quanquan and the driver stunned.

Wang Gangquan is okay, he has experienced this kind of thing before, and he is mentally prepared. The driver has been driving for a taxi for most of his life. He has never seen such a scene. A big living person disappears out of thin air. Is it magic?

Without giving the driver time to ask questions, Wang Gangquan ran back to the school in a hurry, muttering: "It's over, it's over, Master has been condemned by God, and he was chopped into ashes."

Running back to the dormitory, he slipped back into bed at a lightning speed, trembling, and kept chanting Amitabha...

(End of this chapter)