Great Dao Ji

The morning light breaks, the autumn wind blows gently, and the bleak sky rolls into thousands of households.

The backyard of the Sun Mansion is quiet and elegant. The old trees with yellowing branches and leaves make a "swishing" sound in the autumn wind. The little fish in the fish pond poke their heads out and blow bubbles.

A fair and cute little guy who looked like a porcelain doll walked around the courtyard, punching and kicking from time to time, sometimes showing joy, sometimes frowning.

Not far away, a burly giant sitting as tall as a tree looked curiously at this delicate little guy like a porcelain doll.

He was curious.

Because, the fist-sized golden-winged roc was currently swaying around this little guy.

This was the first time that he had seen this little kid being so close to an outsider other than himself.

"call!"

The activity lasted not long before the little guy stopped. Although he was a little out of breath, his eyes were bright:

"Is this the 'fairyland'?"

he muttered.

This world was filled with abundant spiritual energy that amazed him. Although it could not be shaken or absorbed, it was amazing what such spiritual energy could breed.

It is not an exaggeration to call such a world a fairyland.

"Tianyao Pavilion"

An Qisheng was lying on the rocking chair, his eyes half open and half closed, as if he was looking into the sky, and he was thinking about Tianyao Pavilion in his heart.

If there really is a big demon peering into the sky from the stars, intending to take action against all those who have been promoted to heaven, then he will have to think about it.

In today's world, in the huge Huangji Continent, I'm afraid no one is closer to that threshold than him.

Bearing the brunt, he must encounter the starlight arrows coming from the sky.

"Teacher An."

Sun En, who looked like a porcelain doll, turned around and called out: "Do you think this bird is Senior Yan?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a fist-sized golden-winged roc fell on his hand.

"Let's count it as half."

An Qisheng came to his senses and took a look at the little chicken.

Kuangtu Yan is dead, and there is no theory of reincarnation in this world. He has searched for the souls of the recently deceased, but found nothing about reincarnation at all.

Although this little chicken has the possibility to curb Yan Kuang and leave traces in this world, it is only a possibility.

If you want to bring the dead back to life, you may have to rely on the will of God in this world.

"Then it's true?"

Sun En was stunned, a little lost in thought.

He looked a little weird, he never thought he could be like this, and he felt lucky that he was still a human being after all.

Little did he know that if it weren't for An Qisheng, he would have been strangled to death by his biological mother in this life the moment he was born.

Those who ascend will not receive much preferential treatment in this world.

How could heaven and earth care about the life and death of a certain human being?

"The world here is undergoing great changes, and the future will be confused. Your arrival at this time will be good or bad. I can't say yet."

An Qisheng straightened up and waved, and the chick flapped its wings and landed in his palm.

He has two cities, Bai Yujing and Mieqing City, and Dongtian as his support. He has a lot of resources. The bloodline of this golden-winged roc is growing very fast.

Unfortunately, Golden Winged Roc took longer to grow.

"This is the Heavenly Gate that martial arts people of all ages have been pursuing but cannot obtain. Being able to get here is a blessing. What the future will bring depends on the future!"

Sun En heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words, but he didn't care too much. He just smiled and said:

"As long as a person lives, the grass and trees will fall, and nothing can be done to get what he wants! I have fulfilled my wish, so I don't care about the many things!"

After more than two hundred years of training, Sun En's mind is open-minded and he no longer has the bitterness and hatred he once had.

To repay his teacher's kindness, to avenge his great revenge, to shine his sect, to inherit the Dragon Bird Sect, to open the Heavenly Sect, to meet Grandpa An, all his wishes come true.

Even if he died at this time, he thought to himself that there was nothing to care about.

That being the case, why fear the dangers of the future?

"You have this intention, but it's very good."

An Qisheng was slightly approving.

After two hundred years of hard work, Sun En's state of mind has matured, but this is much more important than cultivation and skills.

"I would also like to thank the teacher for preaching."

Sun Enggong bowed down respectfully. Over the past three months, An Qisheng told him the eleven steps of the nine realms in this world from shallow to deep.

From the true form to the heaven, he only preached the Tao but not the Dharma, allowing Sun En to get what he needed from it.

As for Sun En, the 'Huang Tian Dafa' he created after traveling across sects all over the world for two hundred years may not be comparable to any other technique in this world.

But that was the path that suited him best.

Already, enough.

"If you want to practice, you can't learn from me. Nine realms and eleven steps, you might as well follow the steps step by step."

An Qisheng gave a few pointers, both gentle and not serious.

There is no doubt that Sun En's talent in this world is top-notch. He can attract powerful people to peep and plan. There is no doubt about his luck and talent.

Half-demon mixed with humans and demons, there are many weird shapes that make it difficult to practice, but they may also give birth to real geniuses.

Not to mention that Sun En has more than two hundred years of memories and a tempered state of mind in the floating world. Even if he doesn't, he will not be inferior to any genius in Dongzhou.

Starting at such a high level, achieving something is almost inevitable.

People of the same age are still playing in the mud, but people are already thinking about the differences between heaven and earth, learning from the strengths of all methods and opening up their own path.

If this is not an advantage, what is?

"Is the teacher leaving?"

Sun En nodded, but he could see An Qisheng's intention to leave.

"Although the world is big, for you and me, we can gather together whenever we want. Your path has already begun to take shape, and you no longer need to follow me step by step."

An Qisheng tossed it casually, and the chick flapped its wings and flew back into Zhu Dahai's ear hole, but he also looked at Sun En with some reluctance.

Sun En was silent, if he could, he really wanted to have a good drink with Grandpa An and talk about the joys, sorrows and joys of these years.

It's a pity that I am too young at this time and my hair has not grown, so drinking is a bit weird.

"In this way, my disciple bids farewell to the teacher."

Sun En bowed to see him off.

When he stood up again, a ripple in the void in front of him was blown away by the autumn wind, but An Qisheng was no longer there.

Sun En stopped for a long time, staring at the direction where An Qisheng left, and never regained consciousness for a long time.

"Xiao, Xiao En"

After a long time, Qingqiu, who was dressed as an ordinary woman, opened the window and squeezed out a smile on her slightly pale face:

"Is your teacher gone?"

She listened at the window for a long time, or in other words, she participated in the entire conversation and preaching between the two in the past three months.

It's a pity, but how can I understand and hear the true meaning of the conversation between the two?

But when she saw An Qisheng leaving, the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

"kindness."

Sun En glanced at her, a little coldly. Three months was enough for him to learn the prophecies in this world.

It's just that he has Su Hui, but he really can't accept having an extra 'mother'.

Not to mention, he had felt this 'mother's undisguised malice towards him.

Although the malice was only extinguished in a flash, he had been struggling for two hundred years in life and death, how could he forget it?

"Why not let him stay for a few more days?" Qingqiu Qianqian felt happy in her heart, but there was a trace of anger on her face.

"I have a way to call the teacher. If you need it, then ask him to come back and stay for two more days?"

Sun En felt like a mirror in his mind and asked calmly.

With An Qisheng's endorsement, he naturally does not need to disguise himself as an ordinary child.

In fact, Qingqiu Qianqian felt very uncomfortable at this time.

"That's too much trouble. Let's forget it. I'll make sure to ask him to stay a few more days next time."

Qingqiu Qianqian looked at Sun En, feeling very complicated.

Is this really the son he gave birth to after five or six years of pregnancy, and not an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years?

Although the Qingqiu clan has very weak feelings for their descendants, especially males, they are still somewhat unable to adapt.

"Um."

Sun En raised his hand to grab the high threshold, turned over, and entered the house.

"My Thousand Years of Cultivation"

Qingqiu stared at the green bracelet hanging on Sun En's hand, his eyes turning red.

That Taoist Yuanyang was so cruel that he took away her thousand years of cultivation and turned it into a bracelet for his son.

Moreover, unless the latter is willing, he will not be able to get back the bracelet at all.

He cannot get back his thousand years of cultivation.

Looking at his son slowly lying back on the bed, Qingqiu Qianqian had thoughts in his heart:

‘I have to find a way to get him to give this bracelet to me’

"You value that child very much, but why don't you take him with you?"

In the misty clouds, An Qisheng sat quietly in the chariot. In front of him, Zhu Dahai pulled the chariot in the air. His speed was as fast as a spiritual bird. In his ears, the whisper of the three-hearted blue spirit boy could be heard.

"It is not a good thing for him to see the sky before he has climbed the dangerous peak. Those who learn from me will live, and those who imitate me will die. He cannot learn my way."

An Qisheng looked down at the city that was gradually becoming invisible under the misty clouds, gathered his thoughts, and said calmly: "Have you sorted out the structural diagram of the Lingbao?"

"Uh, not yet."

The three-hearted blue soul boy shrank his head: "Mr. Monster, I have studied all the written records, historical books, myths and legends you collected.

The magic weapons and spiritual treasures in this world are mostly swords, guns, clubs, diagrams, tripods, and bells, although there is a saying that the more complex they are, the more powerful they are.

But there is nothing as complicated as yours. Are you sure you want to refine a spiritual treasure like this? "

The three-hearted blue soul boy hesitated.

Although there is a saying that the more complex the Lingbao is, the better, but it has never been so complicated even in the legends of this world.

"I'm afraid it's not enough"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

Whether it is a spiritual treasure or a divine weapon, they are all manifestations of one's own Tao. The more complex the Tao is, the more troublesome it is to condense the spiritual treasure.

Just like Pang Wanyang, he does not cast spiritual treasures. Firstly, it is not necessary, and secondly, it is too complicated.

He was already invincible at that time, and no matter whether it was 30 million years ago or present, he would not need a spiritual treasure, but he still didn't know what unknown thing he had to face.

It is natural to create a spiritual treasure.

His Tai Chi Dao is now a great success, and the summary of all magical powers is the "Tai Chi Divine Court". Naturally, if he wants to cast a spiritual treasure, he naturally needs to refine a "Shen Court" to produce it.

"The resources required are too many, too many."

The three-hearted blue soul boy was feeling sad and felt a little numb when he thought about the list of spiritual materials he had collected.

"Hundreds of thousands of years before Guanglong and tens of thousands of years after Guanglong, there was no supreme refining treasure. In today's world, there is naturally no shortage of spiritual materials."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes, looking through the rolling clouds.

I saw a majestic and endless mountain range.

The mountains are undulating and stretching, with thousands of dangerous peaks rising from the ground, like thousands of stars worshiping the moon, guarding a holy mountain that rises to the sky and reaches the sky.

There are thousands of spiritual ideas lingering on the holy mountain, and the endless roar of the wind brings more violent spiritual ideas and vitality.

It can be seen that there are many palaces on the holy mountain, and there are many people walking in the sea of ​​clouds, practicing magical powers and secret techniques.

In the distance, you can see the shadow of a huge golden bell rising and falling above the sea of ​​clouds, swallowing and exhaling thousands of spiritual ideas and refining the rolling vitality.

The strong and domineering aura filled the space between heaven and earth. Even if you are thousands or tens of thousands of miles away, you can still feel the magnificent and sacred aura.

I will continue typing, everyone go to sleep first.