Great Dao Ji

The death of an emperor is called collapse, the death of a general is called falling, the extinction of a monk is called silence, and the death of a Taoist is called ascension.

But no matter how beautiful or extraordinary the name is, the meaning is the same.

The headmaster is ascending to heaven?

Hearing this, Chu Fan was stunned at first, then his pupils shrank, and he stood up suddenly, his Taoist robe fluttering without wind, and he was extremely surprised:

"What did you say?"

Chu Fan almost didn't believe his ears.

Everyone will die, no one can escape.

But the contemporary Wangquan Taoist Yuan Tingguang is young and strong, and he is only a hundred years old. Not to mention that he has already stepped into the ninth level of heaven and man.

Even if he is still in the divine vein, it is far from the end of his life.

"The headmaster has ascended to heaven"

The Taoist boy's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. It was obvious that he had cried more than a few times.

"How could it be?"

Chu Fan was still a little unbelievable: "Why did the headmaster suddenly ascend to heaven?"

"This is the news from the mountain gate." The Taoist boy shook his head and burst into tears.

"You stay in the Taoist temple, I want to go back to the mountain."

After a slight hesitation, Chu Fan decided to go back to the mountain.

The intelligence of Wangquan Dao monitoring various countries, states, and cities is also gathered in Wangquan Mountain. Even if he is not the head of the sect, he must go back to Wangquan Mountain.

With a thought, he has left the house and let out a long whistle. A shadow of fire rushed into the sky from the backyard, stretching its neck and whistling, like a dragon's roar.

It was a dragon colt with a body as red as fire.

This dragon colt was exchanged by Chu Fan for his thirty years of guarding the mountain gate. It is said that it is the descendant of the mount of the former Wangquan ancestor.

It has pure blood and spirituality, and its speed is comparable to that of a god. Even the great masters of Yin and Yang Wuji can't catch up.

"Let's go!"

Chu Fan climbed up the door, borrowed the horse's horse, and disappeared in the city in an instant, and left in the wilderness of the official road.

The territory of Jiufu Realm is vast and far exceeds Xuanxing. Only when the three big suns are hanging high can it be fully illuminated.

It is difficult for even a celestial being to travel all over the world.

‘Fengping City’ is not far from Wangquan Mountain, but Chu Fan did not stop all the way, and it took him a full month, three days in the real world, to reach the Dafeng Dynasty.

“Huh!”

Seven hundred miles outside Nanliang City, on the bank of the ‘Yinxian River’, one of the twelve rivers that flow around the city, Chu Fan reined in his horse and stopped, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and blew away the condensed mist in front of him.

Running all the way for more than a month, almost equivalent to running more than a circle along the equator of Xuanxing, even though Chu Fan’s martial arts have become divine veins, he is also a little tired.

More importantly, this dragon colt is also a little overwhelmed.

Dragon colts are good at running, but they also eat a lot of grass. How can they carry grass for the dragon colt in such a hurry? Therefore, when Chu Fan stopped, the dragon colt also stretched its neck and neighed.

Sweat rolled around him, as if he was riding on clouds and mist, and the surroundings were warming up.

"Fiery Dragon Colt!"

"Another Taoist priest from Wangquan Dao? What happened to Wangquan Mountain? Why are so many Taoist priests rushing back?"

"Could it be that the Wheel King is not dead yet and has come back again? That shouldn't be the case. Master Taibai is not as soft-hearted as Master Wangquan."

On the banks of the 'Yinxian River' and Dadu Bridge, many pedestrians and merchants were startled and looked at Chu Fan with awe, envy and surprise.

"Shh~"

Almost at the same time, another dragon colt neighed in the distance.

Then, a loud voice like a bell resounded across the river:

"Chu Fan?!"

The neighing dragon horse was suppressed by a large hand, and a tall and strong man turned over and dismounted. Looking at Chu Fan, his face was not very good.

"Brother Feng."

Chu Fan also turned over and dismounted, but the person who came was Feng Mingtao.

"Unlucky."

Compared to Chu Fan who was smiling, Feng Mingtao's face was very bad, and it could even be said that he was a little unlucky.

There were many people he didn't like in his life, but Chu Fan was the only one he didn't want to see.

Recalling the few times he had met him, he was involved in the Zombie King incident twice, and died at the foot of Wangquan Mountain once. If it weren't for the dreamer's power of three deaths in the dream, he would have died cleanly.

This is simply outrageous.

"Brother Feng, what do you think about this?"

Chu Fan smiled bitterly, and didn't care about Feng Mingtao's bad attitude, and led the horse to wait for him to approach.

"Stand and watch!"

Feng Mingtao glanced at him and said unhappily: "This is weird, let's not get ahead of ourselves, thanks to you, I have died once."

It's needless to say how important the identity of the dreamer is. If he died three times and was deprived of the ability to dream, he couldn't stand it.

Just like in reality, there are even people who have lost their identity as dreamers and tried to commit suicide to re-enter the dream.

Chu Fan was a little embarrassed, thinking that this had nothing to do with him.

"Let's go."

Feng Mingtao led the horse to the bridge, casually glanced at the passers-by, and frowned slightly: "Why are all the fellow disciples I met along the way dreamers?"

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Chu Fan recalled what he had seen along the way, and his heart 'clicked': "Brother Feng, what did you say?"

"Huh?"

Seeing Chu Fan's big reaction, Feng Mingtao was stunned at first, and then he came back to his senses and widened his eyes: "Are you one too?"

The two looked at each other and saw surprise and a little fear in each other's eyes.

The memory of the master of the divine vein is very good. Even if they have met once, even if they just glanced and didn't pay attention, they will definitely remember it in their hearts.

At this moment, the two recalled what they had seen along the way, and they really found something wrong!

The ascension of Wangquan Daoist is a top priority for all Wangquan Dao disciples. Even if a few of them are busy, they should not have never encountered any "native disciples"!

"This matter is really strange"

The two murmured to themselves and slowed down their pace at the same time.

"Don't rush back to the mountain, go to Nanliang City, and go to Yangxiao Hall to inquire about the news first."

Feng Mingtao glanced at the Dadu Bridge again and sent a message to Chu Fan: "If something is wrong, we will retreat immediately. This matter is not right!"

Chu Fan nodded.

If Wangquan Dao really changes dramatically, then they will only seek death if they act on their own.

Among the countries that have been floating for a long time, Dafeng is the leader, and among the cities in the world, Nanliang is the leader.

Outside the towering Nanliang City, there is an endless stream of pedestrians. Chu Fan and the others changed their clothes, placed their dragon horses, and walked in the crowd without any notice.

After walking through several long streets, they arrived in front of Yangxiao Hall.

Yang Xiaotang is undoubtedly the most famous restaurant in the world, no one can compare to it, even the 'Hanlong Inn' with many masters' footprints cannot compare to it.

It is almost full every day, and today is no exception.

Chu Fan and the others are not in a hurry, waiting in the restaurant outside Yang Xiaotang, looking around, and listening to the many sounds coming from Yang Xiaotang.

The masters of the divine veins are not only sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, but also concentrate their perception. No sound within ten miles can escape their capture.

To get information, you don't have to go to Yang Xiaotang.

Although Yang Xiaotang is large in scale, it is not large in place. It still looks the same as it did three thousand years ago. No one dared to change its style after dozens or hundreds of repairs.

Unfortunately, no matter how the two listened, they never heard any useful information. It seemed that Wangquan Mountain, not far away, was calm and there was nothing unusual at all.

But, the more everything is normal, the more unusual it seems.

How big a deal is it for Wangquan Taoist to ascend to heaven?

They all received the message from afar, but no one in the nearby Nanliang City noticed the problem. How terrifying is this?

"It's getting weirder"

The two people felt more and more uncomfortable.

"A few years ago, I heard that a group of dreamers wanted to overthrow the hegemony of Wangquan Dao. Could it be that they did something?"

Feng Mingtao remembered something and shook his head: "This group of people is not as good as the dreamers trained by various countries. They are not qualified to stir up trouble and can't hurt Wangquan Dao at all."

"Truman? He once snatched the Wangquan Sword in front of the Wangquan Dao Mountain Gate."

Chu Fan also guessed, but then shook his head.

If Truman had such strength, he would have dominated the world in reality. How could he be chased by Xue Zheng?

"In any case, Wangquan Mountain can't go. We should leave early."

Feng Mingtao said, still hesitant.

He and Chu Fan have been guarding the Wangquan Dao Mountain Gate for nearly 30 years. He has met the contemporary Wangquan Daoist Yuan Tingguang more than once and even received his guidance.

If he really left, and I didn't even go to worship him, wouldn't that be too ungrateful?

"Wait a minute?"

Chu Fan glanced at Feng Mingtao and asked him to wait a moment.

But he couldn't help but exit the dream and ask Su Jie for his opinion.

"That's what happened."

Telling Su Jie everything he knew, Chu Fan's face was a little solemn: "I suspect that Wang Quan Mountain is very likely to have a problem!

But Wang Quan Dao is so powerful that there are so many masters. I really can't think of any problem with Wang Quan Mountain. How could Wang Quan Dao ascend to heaven."

Listening to Chu Fan's question, Su Jie pondered for a moment, and then said: "Brother Chu, what do you think Wang Quan Dream is? What are those Wang Quan Dao people you call 'native disciples'?"

"Ah?"

Chu Fan was stunned. It seems that he has never thought about this question except for the initial worry.

"I don't know."

Chu Fan shook his head honestly.

"Although most people in the world know the facts but not the reasons, this is not good. Especially for a dreamer like you, Brother Chu, if you want to gain power from it, then pursuing the essence of the dream is much better than pursuing martial arts.

The dream itself is the most incredible thing."

Under the rising sun, the crystal ball held in Su Jie's hands exudes a soft light, reflecting the light of Su Jie's great enlightenment:

"Brother Chu, have you ever thought that the 'players' in this dream game are not just you? In other words, the 'natives' you think of may also be 'dreamers'?!"

"Huh?!!"

Chu Fan's body trembled, but he was shocked by this idea, and was shocked and horrified: "What do you mean?"

"If, as I expected, they are also 'dreamers'"

Su Jie looked down at the crystal ball, his expression changed slightly: "What will happen to make them 'collectively offline'?"

Good night everyone