Great Dao Ji

Two hundred years of ups and downs, all the wind and water were blown away by the rain and the wind, and it was like the big waves washed away the sand. In the end, it was inevitable that I would be alone.

Sun En shook the wine glass, and in his deep eyes, his magnificent first half of life passed by.

When I was young, I was carefree under the protection of Master Cao Zhan in the Longque Sect.

Feng Qingxuan, the Holy Son of the Six Hells, destroyed his family and slaughtered his clan, and the horror of burning Wanlong Peak

Falling down the cliff, breaking my nails on the mountain wall, smoothing away the severe pain in my knuckles, the desperate struggle under the thick smoke and poisonous fire

There is the white-haired old Taoist who descended from the sky and brought hope and new life, and there is the demon from the Six Hell Demon Sect who is rampant in the world.

There is sadness, joy, joy, sorrow, indignation and heroism

In the first half of his life, he repaid his teacher's kindness, took revenge, eliminated evil in the world, and established many deeds.

They all gradually fell to the bottom of his shaking wine glass, then were mixed with the wine and drank down:

"Do you have to walk the high road alone?"

Huhu~

The strong wind blew and the yellow sand filled the sky.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky and electric snakes flickered, but no raindrops fell to the ground.

Outside the uncertain Hanlong Inn, many martial arts people were waiting quietly. Inside the Hanlong Inn, several waiters looked at them from time to time.

Although I have experienced a lot, I am still a little uneasy and flustered when I see these martial arts people who are not easy to mess with at first glance.

"Pfft~"

In front of the door of the inn, a plump young woman was licking melon seeds and looking lazily at the martial arts people outside the door.

Then he glanced at his servants with disdain: "You guys are worthless, the real boss hasn't even arrived yet, what are you afraid of?"

"Lady Boss"

The guys smiled bitterly. Of course they can also use martial arts. There are very few people in the world who don't know how to use martial arts. But who are these people outside the inn?

He is either a hero who runs rampant or a hero who is in charge of one party. At worst, he is also a young knight and comes from a sect.

How can they feel at ease?

"What does this little battle mean? I think back then, my great-grandmother, Grandmaster Wang Quan, held a banquet here, and she was still at ease!"

The young proprietress spat out the melon seed peels, her eyes bright: "Let's talk and laugh with the great heroes such as the Patriarch of Royal Power, the Demon Lord, the Killing Arhat, the Wheel-turning King, etc."

"Madam boss, please lower your voice."

Feeling the glances coming at them all, all the guys' scalps suddenly went numb.

They had heard these words hundreds of times.

"What are you afraid of?"

The young proprietress slapped the armrest and wanted to say something forcefully, but when she saw the looks of hundreds of thousands of people, she felt a little guilty.

How did my great-grandma manage to talk and laugh happily in front of Patriarch Wang Quan and the others?

"Brother Sun, are you going to play King Quan's past?"

A chuckle flowed down from the sky, and a figure stepped out from the yellow sand in the sky like a ghost. Suddenly, it was several hundred feet high, and the air waves surged wildly.

We have arrived in front of Hanlong Inn.

He was dressed in purple and had a tall and straight figure. Although he was no longer young, his appearance was still outstanding.

With a sigh, he looked towards the third floor with vicissitudes of life. He was wearing a gray gown and his temples were white. He didn't look like Sun En, who showed off his forward appearance:

“But it’s so courageous!”

"The former master of Yanyang Seven Killers, Wuling City! He is here too?"

Some martial arts people saw who the person was and exclaimed.

Two hundred years are enough for most people to forget many things, but there are also many people whose traces left in the world are still remembered.

For example, the former Eight Great Soldiers.

However, Wang Quan Dao is too dazzling, and the supreme grandmaster Wang Quan Dao is too dazzling, covering up the figures of others.

After the eight great celestial beings and divine weapons were merged into one by Taoist Wang Quan, the name "Soldier Master" has completely become a thing of the past.

Instead, there are the Taoist King Quan and the Seven Sons of King Quan, who change every hundred years.

But as the last generation of military masters, although Wulingcheng is not as famous as Sun En, many people still remember him.

"Wulingcheng, when I heard that you were defeated at the hands of Mu Qingliu, I thought you wouldn't come this time."

Seeing his old friend, Sun En's expression did not change much, and his tone was very calm:

"Here you come, just come in."

"Brother Sun is not as sharp as he is, but his courage is even stronger."

Wulingcheng's expression remained unchanged, he sighed in admiration, and stepped into the building. The proprietress and the other waiters hurriedly followed him to say hello.

The arrival of Wuling City seems to have broken a certain balance.

One after another, tyrannical figures walked out of the yellow sand. There were tutu with hair, Taoists in plain robes, generals in armor, monks in cassocks, handsome nuns, and heroes from the world with swords.

"Zen Master Suyue, is she here too? I heard that she has stopped caring about worldly affairs for a long time."

"The current leader of the Great Dragon Clan, Yan Qing, is here too!"

"Huangjue Temple, Master Kuzen"

Invisibly, outside Hanlong Inn, many people from all walks of life who came from thousands of miles away felt depressed.

King Quan has been in power for more than two hundred years, and the world has changed a lot.

He travels the world with his spiritual rice, spreads the methods of kingship, and establishes order. At the same time, he also truly changes the path of the world's warriors.

Real strong men emerge in large numbers.

Two hundred years of great changes have taken place, and those who have been able to come here are all outstanding.

And those who are qualified to enter the Hanlong Inn, at worst, are the ultimate masters who have cultivated the infinite yin and yang, and are only one step away from becoming a heavenly being!

If there are divine weapons in hand, it may not be impossible to open the gate of heaven!

"Old, old"

With a sigh, a white-haired old man coughed lightly and walked out of the crowd and walked towards Hanlong Inn.

"Old senior, that inn is full of sword intent, no unauthorized entry!" Someone saw that he seemed to be trying to break in and couldn't help but shout.

People in the world don't like to follow rules the most. What makes them stay quietly and not dare to take a step beyond the bounds is naturally the Dragon Bird Sword Intent that is everywhere inside and outside the inn.

Although there is no murderous intention, if the yin and yang have not been reunited, they cannot take a step into it.

However, the old man ignored it and walked towards Hanlong Inn unhurriedly.

"Wait, that old man"

Some people were stunned, thinking hard, and finally remembered the identity of the old man: "He, he seems to be Fan Zimin!"

"Um?"

Hearing these words, the white-haired old man stopped at his feet, looked back and glanced at the person who spoke, with approval:

"Young hero has good eyesight."

"Well."

The man was stunned for a moment, feeling somewhat guilty for no reason.

Fan Zimin ignored the others, walked into Hanlong Inn, and stepped onto the third floor step by step.

Hanlong Inn has been renovated several times in the past two hundred years, but the style remains the same as it was two hundred years ago, without much change.

Fan Zimin has been pursuing his ancestor for many years. He has been to Hanlong Inn countless times, so he is naturally very familiar with it.

The third floor is not big, but there are more than ten people on it, but it already seems a bit crowded.

"Are you, Senior Fan?"

Fan Zimin walked into the third floor and was immediately recognized. Many people immediately stood up and saluted.

Many people present recognized Fan Zimin.

Although Fan Zimin rarely appeared in front of others, his works were widely circulated in the world. In any city, restaurant or teahouse, there were storytellers from his disciples.

In a sense, he is also the ancestor of the sect.

"There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. It is only now that we understand the true meaning of what the founder said."

Looking at the dozen or so people present, Fan Zimin felt emotional.

Although the former eight military masters no longer have the divine weapons, the years they spent with the blessings of the divine weapons were enough to transform them.

But until now, there are only three people from Wulingcheng, Sun En, and Mu Qingliu who are still active in the world.

Young masters are emerging one after another, and everything seems to be changing except the way of kingship.

No one could have imagined that a grain of spiritual rice planted by the founder would cause such earth-shaking changes in the world of martial arts.

"Senior Brother Fan, you are fine."

Sun En, who had not gotten up when everyone arrived, stood up at this moment and came to Fan Zimin with wine:

"But it's been a long time since I last saw you. I went to Wangquan Mountain the day before yesterday to meet with my senior brothers, but I didn't see any of them. Today is indeed a good time."

Fan Zimin served Wang Quan as a teacher, while Sun En considered himself to be half of the royal family, but the two of them had always treated each other as brothers and sisters.

"Junior brother has changed much more over the years."

Fan Zimin took the wine and drank with Sun En, and felt something.

Two hundred years of changes have taken place, and those who have passed away will eventually be eliminated. Sun En has gone against the current and has the power to step into the heavenly gate. He understands the hardships involved.

"Senior brother, sometimes leaving a way out may not be a good thing, but retreating means no progress. You should know this."

Sun En stared at Fan Zimin, and there was a profound meaning in his words.

He naturally knew what An Qisheng left behind, but although that could make people live forever, it was not what he wanted.

He even thought that it was the worst thing left by Grandpa An.

"Everyone has his own ambition."

Fan Zimin shook his head and said no more.

"well!"

Sun En sighed in his heart, but didn't say much. He just took a step forward, raised his hand, squeezed the air into a cup, and attracted the wine.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of glasses of wine flew to everyone present:

"Everyone is here today. Sun is honored to be here. Please drink this cup to the full."

Everyone received their drinks.

"Master Sun, you are so polite. How can we not come to such a grand event?"

A Taoist smiled and drank it all in one gulp.

So does everyone else.

King Quan has been teaching the law for two hundred years. The ultimate knowledge may be in King Quan, but its essence has already been spread throughout the world. Everyone present has practiced both internally and externally, and they have also practiced Yin and Yang Wuji.

He is not afraid of being poisonous at all, and Sun En is an upright person throughout his life. Just like his name, he must repay any kindness he has received, never repay it in one generation, and never forget it in three generations.

Not poisonous at all.

"good!"

Everyone drank it all.

Then I heard Sun En speak, his tone was as clanging as swords: "It's a pity that some people don't dare to come, for fear of being the victim of Sun's sword.

stepping stone,

pity,

It’s a pity, it’s a pity”

Three regrets echoed in a row.

The drink fell into his stomach, and the glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Sun En had already stepped into the sky, and his body turned into a stream of light, like burning, like a rainbow, and disappeared into the sky:

"It's a long way to Tianmen. You all are destined to see each other next year. Sun will definitely have a drink with you!"

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