Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 262 Draw your sword

Showing weakness like this is detrimental to its majesty. If this matter is spread, the majesty accumulated by the Shenwu Division over the years will be wiped out in an instant. Once this happens, the three-legged and stable structure of the entire Shenwu Division may be lost. will not survive.

There is a high possibility of falling into disintegration.

The Ming Dynasty of today is not the Ming Dynasty of the past.

But the strength of the Taoist on the other side has exceeded his imagination. If he is not treated with caution, once the other side gets angry and has no scruples, the situation will get out of control, and he will be a sinner for the ages.

Seeing that Wen Lianggong's expression gradually turned cold, he hurriedly added: "Taoist priest, please relax, you don't need to take any more action. I will escort the culprit to you by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, and he will do whatever you want to do with him! He will be killed or chopped into pieces when the time comes. It all depends on the Taoist priest’s wishes.”

After hearing this, Wen Lianggong's expression softened slightly, which saved him some troubles. As for the words, it was good for the other party to understand the current affairs. If it was really just perfunctory and did not explain it to anyone, then he would have to do it by himself. .

At that time, Wen Lianggong could only show his butcher knife to see whether it was his fist that was stronger or the opponent's head.

His eyes were deep and he looked at Yan Wendao steadily until he was sweating a little, then he slowly withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Director Yan is very capable of stretching and bending. A master who can be so humble is worthy of his ability." The position of Director-General of the Shenwu Department.”

Yan Wendao smiled awkwardly, and when he relaxed, he heard Wen Lianggong's change of words.

"Why?"

It's just that the absolute spirits in the real world are too terrifying, and they can't even condense their inner energy, let alone their true energy.

Wen Lianggong, who could be called a terrestrial god, did not hide anything in his words. He nodded heavily, cupped his hands and said, "Please give me some advice, Taoist Master."

Wen Lianggong's eyes flashed slightly: "Want to know how I got to this point?"

The slightly embarrassed smile on Yan Wendao's face gradually turned into a helpless smile. He shook his head and said: "The master is already at the limit of the human body and has tapped into all the potential of the human body. If you take another step forward, you will be able to truly transcend the ordinary and become a saint. Tao, but if heaven and earth don’t allow it, how can we break through the shackles of heaven and earth?”

"Why?" Yan Wendao was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

Yes, why.

"I heard that Director Yan has been ranked third on the Dragon Ranking for decades, and it has been twenty or thirty years since he reached the level of a Grandmaster. I wonder how far he has gone after completing the Four Practices?"

"What does Director Yan want to say?"

He has reached the final limit of the human body. If he wants to go further, apart from working hard on spiritual practice, he can only worship evil gods and obtain extraordinary materials. There is no other way out.

After all, if one goes one step further, like Fang Wenyuan in Beiye City in the mythical world, after completing the Four Practices, he will be able to spontaneously develop a ray of true energy, and from then on he will transcend the ordinary and become a saint, fading away from the ordinary.

Having said this, Yan Wendao looked at Wen Lianggong and opened his mouth, but was speechless.

When Yan Wendao heard Wen Lianggong's initiative to mention it, he naturally asked: "I don't know how the leader got to this point. Today, there are no spirits on earth, and the Taoist leader has no trace of worshiping the evil god. It's just one step at a time." , dignified and down-to-earth, it really shocked me.”

The law is not taught lightly, let alone the secret of breaking through the limits of the human body, how can it be revealed so easily.

Yan Wen Dao looked solemnly and said: "Please give me some advice from the Taoist Master!"

After hearing Yan Wendao's words, Wen Lianggong became more and more satisfied. Sure enough, he knew the current affairs, but he still had to do one thing. "Doesn't Director Yan want to test my strength? Then use the sword to see."

If you want to be convinced by your words and words, facing a master-level super master who has achieved the fourth level of practice, if you want to convince the opponent, you must use your fists to completely crush the opponent.

Yan Wendao narrowed his eyes slightly, and his slightly hunched body couldn't help but straighten up.

This is to completely subdue him physically and mentally!

Yan Wendao was a martial artist first, and the director of the Shenwu Department secondly. Faced with this kind of behavior that was almost contemptuous, he naturally felt a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that Wen Lianggong's expression was dull and his words were extremely casual, as if he was just talking about ordinary things like it was raining and he needed to bring an umbrella, it made him feel more and more gloomy.

At this time, Yan Wendao's posture was high-spirited, his left hand subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword, and his eyes seemed to brighten the surroundings as he opened and closed them.

It's like a magic weapon unsheathed, revealing its sharp edge, like a sword rising from the ground to the sky.

Wen Lianggong said in surprise: "Chief Yan is very accomplished in spiritual condensation."

Yan Wendao's expression no longer had any emotional ups and downs at this time, and he said calmly: "After the completion of the Four Practices, my body has no progress, I can only focus on spiritual practice, and I have gained quite a lot of enlightenment."

Wen Lianggong asked with great interest: "What did you realize?"

"The body is limited but the spirit is infinite. Once a thought arises, it can span the universe. When a thought disappears, the world will become silent because of me."

Wen Lianggong was very excited when he heard this. Look, this is a good candidate for practicing Zhu Anshan's spiritual cultivation. If he can really succeed in practicing the Way of Words and Wen, it is very possible.

Seeing the traces of color in Wen Lianggong's eyes, as if he was looking at the goods, Yan Wendao's heart tightened slightly and he coughed lightly.

"Taoist Master, do you want me to draw my sword now?"

Wen Lianggong said casually: "Just take action, there is no need to hold back. If you hold back, it will make me look down on you. Maybe I think this is a bit insulting to me, so I will kill you here." possible."

The words were spoken calmly, but Yan Wendao felt a slight chill in his heart. He could tell that Wen Lianggong's tone was not joking, but actually saying such a sentence.

If you don't satisfy him, you won't be able to escape.

At the moment, Yan Wendao concentrated his mind and looked calm. He held down the sword with his right hand, lowered his waist and hips, opened and closed his feet slightly, and the muscles on his body squirmed. There was an undetectable motor hidden in the half-covered power armor on his body. Operations hum.

Under the surge of Qi and blood, the strength throughout his body quickly adjusted with his posture, ensuring that as soon as he made a move, he would use his full strength without reservation.

Clang!
There was a sudden sword cry, and Yan Wendao pulled out a silver sword and hung it upside down in the sky. Under the light from the side, the sword was covered with a faint halo, adding to the mystery.

At this moment, Yan Wendao's aura changed instantly. He seemed to be no longer the chief director of the Shenwu Department who controlled the Ming Dynasty's billions of territories, but a top assassin who was extremely skilled in swordsmanship and wanted to assassinate Wang Jia. The long sword in his hand The sword was like a flying sword with a hundred steps, and like a stroke of genius, it set off a silver bolt across the sky at the entrance of the parking lot.

The three young men with glasses standing in the distance also only saw a flash of silver horses. Yan Wendao and Wen Lianggong were within ten meters of each other, and were instantly pulled in. They drew their swords in one way and finished the battle. His posture crossed and stabbed Wen Lianggong.

(End of this chapter)