Great Dao Ji

Luck, luck, it sounds mysterious, but it is just a person who is destined to do something at a specific time at a specific node of fate.

If someone does something at a specific time, he will become a celebrity.

And if someone can calculate his past and future, and find someone to replace him at that time to do such a thing, then it may not be him who stirs up the storm.

Of course, if one changes his mind, the future will be different.

When the time comes, the heaven and the earth will work together, and when the luck is gone, the hero will not be free, it is like this.

From ancient times to the present, in the past and present lives, and even in the long floating world, there is no shortage of such people. When the luck comes, it is unstoppable, and no one can stop them from doing anything, but after the luck, if they can't grasp it, everything will disappear.

On the wind outlet, pigs can fly, but after the wind outlet, they can't turn into dragons, and there are many pigs that fall to death.

That Su Jie, obviously, grasped the wind outlet and turned into a dragon in the wind and clouds, so that he could become an important figure who connects the past and the future.

Ten thousand years later, someone will write history, and that person must be an indelible glory.

Such a person is of great significance. He wanted to send an invitation, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it.

It would be a pity if a future grandmaster disappeared because of his intervention.

"If the latent dragon can be attracted, Wudang Mountain may be very lively today."

An Qisheng seemed to have noticed something, smiled faintly, and then disappeared in the crowd.

Wudang Mountain, one of the holy places of Xuanguo Taoism, is the most famous tourist scenic spot in Hu Province. Every year, more than one million tourists come from home and abroad.

It seems that every day there are crowds of people and it is very lively.

There are also many foreign tourists.

These foreigners are very strong, steady, long arms and legs, and walk like the wind. Many of them have kung fu, and they are the kung fu of Wudang Mountain.

Xuanxing is the dominant star, and the culture of Daxuan is naturally pursued by outsiders. Foreign tourists account for a large proportion of Wudang Mountain's annual revenue.

There are also some foreign students in the martial arts schools at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

However, Wudang is much more ordinary than Shaolin. Most of the martial arts schools at the foot of the mountain are privately run. Below the Taoist Juechen, the disciples do not open the gates to the mountains. Compared with Shaolin, the number of disciples is very small.

Su Jie came to Wudang Mountain for the first time, and he couldn't help but compare the difference between Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple in his mind.

The same prosperity, the same bustle.

But they are two different extremes, Shaolin is solemn, Wudang is spectacular.

Even though there are many people, Su Jie can feel the tranquility when looking at Wudang Mountain from a distance. This is a special quality that has nothing to do with the outside.

"A thousand-year-old holy land, where Feng Shui converges, is indeed a place that nurtures dragons."

Porter's green eyes flickered slightly, and he said slowly:

"The Taoist Juechen is not much worse than Zhang Sanfeng back then."

He is proficient in metaphysics, and is more proficient in ancient culture than the people of Daxuan. He knows all kinds of martial arts, Taoist scriptures, and Confucianism in detail, and his ability to quote scriptures and classics amazes Su Jie.

At this time, when he heard him talk about Feng Shui, Su Jie couldn't help shaking his head.

Although he practiced boxing, he didn't believe in the theory of Feng Shui.

What Feng Shui, Qianlong, is too mysterious.

"You can't practice it, and it's normal that you can't feel it now. You will understand it in the future."

Porter saw that Su Jie didn't believe it, but he didn't care much.

Whether it was metaphysics or science, he didn't believe it absolutely. He only believed what he saw and felt. Today's learning overturned the old learning, but today's learning might not be overturned in the future.

"Potter, you are such a good teacher. You brought your disciples out even though your injury hasn't healed yet."

The melodious voice floated over, as if it had a substantial weight, and it resounded in the hearts of Su Jie and the others.

"Who?"

Su Jie turned around and his eyes were attracted by a person in the crowd.

The man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, wearing a brown black suit, with fair skin and ordinary looks. He was forgotten after a glance, but those eyes were like deep wells, branded in his heart.

He felt that all his secrets were seen through by those eyes.

Mu Longcheng!

Su Jie was like a civet cat whose tail was stepped on, his hair stood up, and he was frightened.

Mu Longcheng.

A world-class businessman with a net worth of hundreds of billions, industries all over the world, and he himself is recognized as the number one master in the martial arts world.

Of course he recognized him.

Because every once in a while, there would be news in the media about leaders of various countries meeting with Mu Longcheng.

"I guessed you would come."

Potter's expression did not change, as if he had known that Mu Longcheng would come:

"But you came so quickly, it seems that you felt something that made you curious and shocked."

For decades, although Mu Longcheng has been active in the international arena, he is actually a recluse. Even if the Queen of the Sun never sets receives him, it depends on his mood.

There are only a few who come to Daxuan.

"You understand me best in the Beggars' Association."

Mu Longcheng nodded slightly.

Without seeing how he moved, he had already come to the two of them.

He reached out and patted Su Jie's shoulder, and seemed to have realized something:

"It's really a good seedling, Potter, your way of recruiting students is better than mine."

Su Jie was not calm.

In his eyes, Mu Longcheng is a real big shot.

"You have made progress again."

Potter had a straight face.

"My heart has passed, but my body has not. I need to think about this step."

Mu Longcheng looked calm, and suddenly turned around:

"Oh? Here comes another master who has become a great elixir. He has masculine energy and blood, and walks like a dragon and a tiger. He is Shi Xingwu."

Su Jie looked for a long time, but didn't see anyone coming.

After a moment, Porter nodded:

"It's him."

"Two Huajin monks died, and Shi Xingwu couldn't sit still."

Mu Longcheng didn't care too much.

The contemporary Shaolin is extremely prosperous, and its industry far exceeds any other sect, but martial arts is not worth mentioning.

Shi Xingwu's achievement of Gangjin is already the first person in Shaolin, and among the disciples of Taoist Juechen, there are two Gangjin.

After a glance, he climbed the stairs and walked towards the mountain:

"Juechen has been waiting for a long time."

He came calmly and left without a trace.

Su Jie watched him walk into the crowd, and the next moment, he could no longer see his back, like a drop of water sinking into the sea. He knew he was in the crowd, but he didn't know where he was exactly.

It seems that only when he wants to see him can he see him, otherwise, even if he is in front of him, he can't see him at all.

The vehicle slowly stopped at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Several monks got off the bus.

The last one walking was a fat monk.

The monk was about thirty years old, very tall and fat. When he walked, the flesh on his face was shaking.

Although there was no smile on his face, it made people feel that he was always smiling.

"Mind martial arts, mind road"

Shi Xingwu sighed lightly, and the headless bodies of his two nephews seemed to appear in front of him.

"Uncle, there will be a thunderstorm tonight. Taoist Juechen should be at Jinding today."

A monk whispered:

"Taoist Juechen is the last person to see the murderer. He should know the murderer's life or death best."

"Be careful in what you say and do, and don't conflict with others."

Shi Xingwu nodded slightly and walked towards the mountain.

These monks followed suit, bought tickets, and followed the tourists up the mountain.

The dress of several people was very eye-catching, and many tourists were very interested.

"Are the monks from Shaolin Temple here to challenge the temple?"

Many foreigners were even more interested.

It is rare to see monks in Wudang Mountain, especially these monks, who are not ordinary monks at first glance.

Some foreign students from the martial arts school at the foot of the mountain came up.

"You, Shaolin Kung Fu! I, Wudang Kung Fu!"

A tall white man spoke incoherently, stopped several people, and gestured with his hands and feet.

He seemed to want to compete.

Other tourists were even more interested, and many of them took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

The monks looked at each other and were about to speak.

Shi Xingwu had already put his hands together and spoke:

"Amitabha!"

This monk was huge and had a huge voice. He exhaled and spoke, which made the ears of the tourists around him buzz. The foreign student was stunned on the spot, his blood surging, and his eyes went black.

When everyone came to their senses, the monks had disappeared in front of them.

Involuntarily, it attracted a burst of exclamations.

The Daxuanwu style is quite popular, but there is no need for fighting in the Qingping world. The masters are all from the palace and the army, and there are very few real masters among the people.

For ordinary people, fighting ten alone is already a master.

Most people can't even think of a master like Shi Xingwu.

In fact, if it weren't for the tragic death of his two nephews, he wouldn't even go down the mountain.

"Another great master!"

Not far away, Su Jie's eardrums were slightly numb, and he couldn't help but smack his lips.

Before meeting Porter, he was also an ordinary person and had never seen many masters.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Shi Xingwu's horizontal training is very good. There are few people in the Gang realm who are better than him."

Porter watched calmly and commented:

"Shaolin Temple still has some heritage, but unfortunately, this heritage will only become weaker and weaker with the development of artificial intelligence, and finally lose its effect"

A thousand years of heritage cannot match artificial intelligence in just a few years. This is what artificial intelligence is targeting, not just martial arts boxing and fighting techniques.

In other words, artificial intelligence has surpassed the thousands of years of boxing and fighting routines of Daxuan by just taking out a little bit of energy.

If artificial intelligence had not yet cracked the secrets of each level, the masters in the army would have already been popularized, and it would not be impossible for everyone to transform their energy and hold the elixir.

The power of the times is so amazing.

Even if it is just the dust of the times, it can crush thousands of years of martial arts.

"Artificial Intelligence"

Su Jie felt strange in his heart.

His major in college is about artificial intelligence

Whoosh~~~

There was a strong wind on the mountain, and there was a hint of thunder and rain. Many tourists had hurried down the mountain. Only a few people were willing to stay on the mountain on a rainy day.

Mu Longcheng climbed up the stairs slowly and slowly. From a distance, he could already see the location of Wudang Golden Summit.

With the changes in the magnetic field between heaven and earth, he could faintly feel the breath of Taoist Juechen.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Mu Longcheng stopped, and a ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Dang!

Then, a melodious and ethereal sound of chimes fell from the sky.

Don’t take things in the real world for granted. Any similarities are purely coincidental. If they are different, it is completely normal.