Great Dao Ji

The sound of long laughter echoed in the vast sea, suppressing the sound of howling wind and sand in the sky.

The moment the rainbow light broke through, the dark clouds that rolled and spread for hundreds of thousands of miles gradually dissipated.

"Junior Brother Sun"

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, above the huge Tai Chi dojo, a nun sat cross-legged, holding Yin and Yang in her arms, looking into the sky, as if she saw the rainbow light above the desert in the far west.

Her eyes were as calm as autumn water. The little friend who was once timid to play with her has now soared.

A gentle sigh, filled with envy and blessing:

"It's been a good journey. I wonder if you can see the teacher?"

In the past two hundred years, she, Yan Kaiyu, Zhang Haohao, Liu Ming and others have traveled almost all over the world, pursuing the traces of their teacher again and again.

Now, the only place I have never been to is behind Tianmen.

Tianmen

"Junior Brother Sun, you are so free and easy."

A whisper rang out, and under the sun, a person appeared in the dojo like a ghost, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, no hair tied up, and no crown.

His long sleeves fluttered like a folk madman.

"After all, the teacher likes him the most."

The Taoist nun whispered.

But it reminds me of the timid but resolute little boy when I first met him.

The teacher led him, straddling the horse to the chivalrous gate, commanding the crowd, showing his unparalleled grace.

"Junior sister, are you thinking about the teacher again?"

The middle-aged Taoist retracted his eyes, looked at his junior sister, and sighed softly.

Nowadays, there is almost nothing in the world that he cannot do. Unfortunately, the teacher has really disappeared without any trace.

"Brother, are you going down the mountain?"

The Taoist nun calmed down and looked at the compass held in the Taoist's hand. The compass was left by the teacher to carry the 'divine will'.

It is the ‘key to the secret realm of reincarnation’.

"yes."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, looking a little sad: "Uncle Han, he will die within three days. I want to see him for the last time."

Life comes to an end, no matter whether it is an emperor, a general, or a great master.

"The day has come."

The Taoist nun shook her head, said nothing more, and urged the senior brother to go quickly.

The latter nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by her again.

"How sure are you that you can do it by force?"

asked the Taoist nun.

The middle-aged Taoist stroked his long beard and thought slightly: "Fifty-five."

"It's good to try once or twice."

The Taoist nun's expression softened slightly.

"Junior sister, please wait for a few days. Senior brother will be back soon."

The Taoist put away his compass, his figure was like wind and smoke, and in a flash, he disappeared on the top of King Quan Mountain.

Nothing in heaven and earth remains static, and all man-made things will eventually wear out.

After more than two hundred years of wind and rain, even the ‘Fengdu City’, known as the most majestic city in the world, has left more traces.

It has been repaired several times, but it cannot be completely covered up.

On the towering city wall, groups of soldiers looked solemn, holding swords and looking serious.

On the steps of the city wall, an old man led a child and walked slowly towards the city wall. Behind the two of them was a Taoist with half white and half black hair.

The three of them were all silent, and they remained silent until they reached the attic above the city wall.

"In a flash, it has been more than two hundred years. Today may be the last time you and I, master and disciple, meet."

The old man coughed lightly.

He is already very old, so old that his energy veins have shrunk and his blood has begun to exude a rotten atmosphere.

In the face of the real deadline, all internal strength and true energy seem to have lost the ability to resist.

"There is still a way."

Huang Fu raised his head, his half-black and half-white hair hanging in the corners of his eyes, covering the sadness in his eyes:

"Teacher should know that the reason why the wheel-turning king is immortal is not because he is so great, but because the founder changed his 'ferris wheel method'"

The immortality of the Wheel-turning King surprised many people, but it was no secret to King Quan Dao.

The reason why the King of Wheels was able to be reborn was, first of all, because his divine will was indeed perfect, his talents were extremely high, and he also had the ‘Sky Wheel Technique’ inherited from the Wheel Wheel Temple.

But the most important thing is the plan of the Taoist King.

"When I was very young, my teacher, your ancestor, accepted me as his disciple. At that time, he was also very old, and his martial arts skills were far inferior to yours and mine."

Hanchang Palace overlooked Fengdu City under the sea of ​​clouds, and memories flashed through his slightly cloudy eyes.

As people get older, it seems that everyone cherishes the past.

In other words, cherish the life you have lived, and all the people and things you have seen in this life.

Huang Fu listened quietly, even though he had heard these words more than once.

"At that time, I was wondering what the teacher was so open-minded and calm about. What was he afraid of?

At this time, I finally knew that he was afraid of death and that he would disappear between heaven and earth. "

Han Changgong spoke very slowly and was still out of breath, as if his energy and blood had declined to the limit.

"Teacher, stop talking." Huang Fu was a little worried and stepped forward to help him.

"If you don't tell me while you're alive, you won't have the chance after you die."

Han Changgong let go of the little boy, and amidst the latter's worries, he sat down, his expression calm, and his voice fluctuated:

"My life has been worthwhile. Even a single rest will not last as long as mine. Why should I ask for more?"

The heart of Hanchang Palace is quiet, overlooking the business traffic inside and outside the city, and the heart is quiet.

Ninety percent of his life has been devoted to this city, and it would be complete for him to die in this city.

"Um?"

At a certain moment, Huang Fu raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be countless pictures flowing in his eyes like a waterfall.

It seems that he also saw what happened in the far western desert.

Sun En, has it really come to this point?

"I thought it was Mu Qingliu who would take this step, not Sun En."

Han Changgong seemed to have seen it too, with a complicated look on his face: "The younger generation is terrifying!"

He wouldn't care if he was surpassed by later people, but that was Tianmen after all, after Taoist Wang Quan took away the divine weapons of heaven and man, until now.

Sun En was the second person to break the void and ascend to the Heavenly Gate.

The first one is Kuangtu Yan.

It was precisely because he was infinitely close to this step that Han Changgong knew how difficult this step was and how difficult it was to overcome.

"Mu Qingliu is born so well, with Mu Qingfeng's inheritance of swordsmanship and the great opportunity of the Demonic Sky-Slaying Sword Master. It is a great blessing to have one of them. If you have both, it is not as pure as Sun En."

Huang Fu saw it more clearly than Han Changgong.

"Maybe so."

Han Changgong didn't have much energy to think about other things. He nodded, but saw the middle-aged Taoist coming with the crowd on the official road in the distance.

His brows suddenly wrinkled:

"Master Nephew Zhang?"

He frowned and his tone sounded a little distant.

"What a stubborn old man"

Zhang Hao felt helpless.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard a muffled sound. He looked up and saw Huang Fu had just retracted his palm.

"As people get older, it's easier to get into trouble and be unable to convince them."

"Senior Brother Huang is a good trick." Zhang Hao put down his hand to save himself from offending Senior Uncle Han. Of course, he had no objection.

"I don't have much time left. When the time comes to make amends, the teacher should be able to think of it."

Huang Fu looked at his palm.

Teacher, you have slapped me for hundreds of years, and I will slap you back.

Not too much?

Inside and outside the Hanlong Inn, a group of martial arts people looked at the red light that broke through the air and pulled the burning air waves. Their expressions changed for a moment, and they were a little startled.

Are you leaving now?

Is the anticipated war over before it even begins?

"That's it?"

Suddenly, some martial arts people shook their heads in disappointment, feeling as if their interest had been extinguished by the cold water.

I just feel like it's a bit anticlimactic.

"You have underestimated Master Sun, and you cannot understand what this scene represents."

Seeing that many martial arts people were uninterested, an old man knocked the pipe pot and sneered:

"Those who shattered the void and ascended to the gate of heaven in ancient and modern times either had divine weapons in their hands, or they wanted to compete with the enemy, burning everything in order to use their lives to seize that glimmer of inspiration!

The Demon Lord, who was as powerful as before, wanted to challenge the world, and finally got the help of King Quan Patriarch to break through the heavenly gate and leave."

Speaking of this, the old man remained silent.

It is not good to slander the predecessors. Although the Six Hell Demon Sect has disappeared, it still has a secret inheritance after all.

"You mean"

Someone woke up and was quite surprised: "Isn't this Daxia Sun?"

"I didn't say that."

The old man glanced at a few people, then drifted away, and with a few flickers, he disappeared into the yellow sand.

Only a group of martial arts people were left, some were disappointed, some shook their heads and sighed, and some were thoughtful after hearing the old man's words.

However, for a while, no one dispersed, but the voices became more and more noisy, and all kinds of discussions became raging.

"Okay, little cubs, let's all disperse!"

A cold cry exploded, like a howling cold current, covering both the inside and outside, more ferocious than a sandstorm:

"Why, do you have to wait for a few of me to die before you can be satisfied?!"

Many martial arts people outside the Hanlong Inn changed their expressions when they heard these words. They did not dare to stay any longer and retreated away.

"There is a long way to go, see you all soon!

On the third floor, a man with loose hair snorted coldly, raised his sword, dodged and disappeared into the Hanlong Inn.

For a master like him, even if he fights with others, he would not like others to watch.

They came here for the road ahead, for the Tianmen, not for the entertainment of these useless snacks.

"Da Toutuo still has such a violent temper."

A Taoist raised his sword and smiled lightly before saying goodbye.

Now that Sun En has left, they have no intention of staying, let alone fighting for fun.

Only a moment later, the martial arts people outside Hanlong Inn had not dispersed yet, and the third floor was already deserted, leaving only Fan Zimin enjoying the wine and food unhurriedly.

After a long while, we had enough wine and food, and there was no one inside or outside.

He just rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "Come here, get a pen and paper!"

"Coming!"

The guys waiting outside hurriedly brought paper and pens.

Fan Zimin flicked his long hair, touched the pen and ink on his tongue, and then smudged it. Then he started writing and wrote quickly:

In the 222nd year of King Quan, on February 2, a generation of genius, Sun En, followed the footsteps of Taoist Wang Quan to the desert.

Later, he was broken up and left at the Hanlong Inn. Only then did he realize that the influence of Taoist Wang Quan on later generations has reached this level.

——Recorder, Fan Zimin.

It’s too late, I can’t stand it anymore. Today is only 9,000 words. Good night everyone.