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Mr. Su, how about following the old man to Beijing?
Qi Hengwu felt that it was necessary to take certain actions, because he knew better than anyone else that Mr. Su in front of him had achieved great achievements in martial arts, especially after the Taoist difficulties were eradicated. In the sea of bone marrow of his spine, there is always some kind of power that seems to come from the original source, making his body, bone marrow, and even his internal energy in a subtle transformation at all times.
Su Qinian pondered for a moment and nodded. Some things cannot be solved by strong personal force. For at least three years, it will be difficult for him alone to change people's hearts even if he suppresses various martial saints. Only with the efforts of the whole country can we achieve results.
"but……"
Thinking of the two people still kneeling outside the gate of the martial arts academy, Qi Hengwu also felt a little headache. If they left and experts from the Holy See came, I am afraid that Luo Qian and the others alone would not be able to stop them.
"It doesn't matter."
Su Qinian understood his thoughts and was proud. Among the black hair on his head, two ordinary-looking strands fell off. Like a psychic, they rose up in the wind and turned into several meters long and as thick as a thumb, like two young black dragons. The cub wandered out of the maple forest and landed outside the martial arts academy, binding the patriarch to Dipo.
Qi Hengwu took a deep breath. Mr. Su's methods were no different from those of gods. He did not doubt whether those two hairs could block the possible masters from the Vatican. In his impression, this man If he doesn't take action, he will overthrow everything once he takes action. Just like in the Shanhaiguan ruins battlefield before, the vampire quasi-count who is as strong as Vajra is indestructible, but in his hands, he is as weak as an ant, and is destroyed in a snap of his fingers.
What the hell!
Outside the gate of the martial arts academy, the kneeling Patriarch's face twitched. After a day of pointing fingers, he had returned to calmness from the initial anger. He believed that no one in the world could escape the purification of the Holy See. That heretic The heresy in him will eventually be doomed, and the humiliation he suffered will surely be recovered in the tribunal one day.
It's just that what's tied to the body looks a bit familiar, much like...a hair.
He must be overthinking it. The old man has lived for nearly a hundred years and he still doesn’t believe that a Chinese master can possess such a miraculous method, let alone if it is really just a hair, it is really a kind of Complete disregard and humiliation, treating the Holy See as if it were nothing.
…
The moon is at the zenith.
Outside Beijing there is still some coldness unique to the North. The Forbidden City has stood for more than 300 years. Even in the 23rd century, it remains unchanged. The exquisite craftsmanship and ingenuity of ancient craftsmen made Su Qinian sigh. He once I have been to the Forbidden City before, but this was my first time here at midnight. The Forbidden City did not look deep in the middle of the night. Instead, under the moonlight, it exuded an indescribable solemnity and grandeur.
Deep in the Forbidden City, in a majestic hall.
An old man sitting cross-legged, wearing a green Confucian shirt, with a face like a crown of jade, but with a head full of white hair, slowly opened his eyes, a faint golden light flowed, and said: "An old friend came from Jinling, and brought me Come here.”
"Yes, ancestor!" Someone outside the main hall responded respectfully.
A few minutes later, outside the gate of the Forbidden City.
Qi Hengwu smiled and said, "Here we come."
Buzz!
The ancient palace doors were wide open in this late night, with a unique rhythm of their own, which was the trace left by the wear and tear of time.
"Old Qi!"
Following the two guards came out a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, wearing a lavender white-lined Confucian shirt, and the aura of a scholar came to him, powerful and majestic.
"It turns out that the seventh son of the Kong family is waiting here," Qi Hengwu said with a smile, "I heard that your Haoran Qi has been so brave and diligent over the years that you have broken through the seventh limit of the human body, but you are approaching the age of sixty, which is very rare."
The middle-aged man, who was called the seventh son of the Confucius family, sighed: "Nothing can compare with Mr. Qi's big thunder dragon sword in the daytime, which destroyed hundreds of miles of thunder clouds, went straight into the starry sky, and became the King of Vajra. From then on, he became immortal and immortal."
Isn't it?
For any extreme warrior, reaching the pinnacle and proving the indestructibility of the Vajra is a supreme achievement and an eternal pursuit.
Even two months ago, Qi Hengwu thought the same, but now, he has seen a world he has never seen before. Perhaps humans have only taken the most superficial steps in the evolution of life.
"The old man is still on the way!"
Qi Hengwu couldn't help sighing and said: "Okay, take us to see the sage."
"Mr. Qi, come with me."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded, and while turning around, he couldn't help but glance at Su Qinian beside him. This young man was very unfamiliar to him, but to be able to follow Mr. Qi, he must be either a close descendant, or his identity and background are extremely unusual. .
ten minutes later.
Qi Hengwu pushed open the door of a majestic ancient palace deep in the Forbidden City, and stepped into it side by side with Su Qinian. Until the moment he closed the door, the middle-aged Confucian scholar was still a little suspicious. Why did the young man have no eyesight at all? Mr. Qi is guiding him.
The main hall is very quiet, there is an incense burner burning smoke, and the scent of sandalwood is not very strong, which makes people feel peaceful.
Looking at the old man in green shirt sitting cross-legged on a futon in the center of the hall, Su Qinian felt a vague power of the small world. It was just a little incomplete, but it was not the prototype of Qi Hengwu. Obviously, this person in front of him A man who is called a sage has a holy character. He should be the number one master in China today, the one who is above the indestructible Vajra and is called the Martial Saint.
Heir of Confucianism, descendant of Confucius!
This is what Qi Hengwu told Su Qinian. This sage has been in the capital all year round. Even the top officials wanted to give him the position of national teacher, but he declined. He only believed that the root of the country was the people and did not dare to be the teacher of hundreds of millions of people.
At this moment, the sage opened his eyes.
His golden eyes were ancient, and an aura of awe came to his face. If the aura of awe in the middle-aged Confucian scholar before was like the breeze blowing on his face, the aura of the sage in front of him was like the Yangtze River, or even the ocean, an ordinary person with ulterior motives. , I am afraid that I dare not stand in front of him at all. Under the aura of awe-inspiringness, his true colors will be revealed immediately.
Um?
The next moment, the sage's eyes moved past Qi Hengwu and fell on Su Qinian beside him.
Because the aura he sensed just now was only that of Qi Hengwu, but now there were two people walking into the hall. Even if he had not opened his eyes, even if he was standing in front of him, he would not be able to sense it at all.
"Qi Hengwu, I have met Senior Sage Confucian."
Immediately, Qi Hengwu saluted respectfully. Even though he was over a hundred years old, he was still a junior in front of this sage. The sage had already lived for a hundred years before the establishment of extreme martial arts. After the establishment of extreme martial arts, almost Only half a month after that contemporary pope, he was certified as indestructible. Decades later, nine days after that, he was promoted to the title of Martial Saint.
It can be said that for the Chinese nation, the sages and Confucians are the divine needles that stabilize the sea and the existence of the cauldron that determines the universe. However, the sages and Confucians live in simplicity and do not seek fame or fortune. In the minds of many people, they are not as deeply rooted in the hearts of the people as the indestructible kings.
"This is..." Shengru looked at Qi Hengwu.
Half an hour later.
Between the two fingers of the old man in blue Confucian shirt, a silver-purple crystal long knife buzzed. In a small area, the void was twisted, and the sharp edge of thunder was surging, but he could not break away at all.
Ding!
With a flick of his finger, the long sword shot out and fell back into Qi Hengwu's hand. He took half a step back and put the sword into his body. He thought that he had solved the Taoist difficulties. Even if he entered the Vajra Indestructible for the first time, he would still be able to stand at the top. The gap between him and the title of Martial Saint would be infinitely closer, but it was not until he exchanged a move with the sage that he realized that he was still far away. From the sage, he actually felt the same Taoist aura. It's just very weak and cannot reach the level of enlightenment.
"It is indeed the way!"
The sage sighed: "I didn't expect that it was you, Xiao Qi, who took this step first, but we stopped and saw the horror."
Su Qinian saw that this old sage could actually detect the aura hidden behind Daojiao. This person's spiritual will was not weak, and he had actually reached the level of reincarnation. Generally speaking, in the vast starry sky, people who had just entered reincarnation The saint is nothing more than this level of will cultivation.
Qi Hengwu did not dare to take credit. A few minutes later, the sage looked at Su Qinian attentively and said: "There are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the world. I didn't expect that in the silence of the world, such a young man with the title of Martial Saint was born."
The forty-seven-year-old title of Martial Saint, even with the mentality of this sage for more than two hundred years, has created waves. It is precisely because he has taken this step that he understands how difficult the road to martial arts is, whether he or the contemporary Pope The other thirteen people all paid a price that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
After a long silence, the sage said again: "Faith confuses people's hearts, but it involves people's livelihood and cannot be touched lightly. Your Excellency may have noticed something, but the battlefield of ruins is not easy, and the whirlpool of various sects is huge. This is my Confucianism, many years ago "I only respect Confucianism, and in order to spread the word to the world, I have influenced and disturbed people's hearts. Therefore, if I don't take the position of national teacher, I will make the same mistakes again. Let Confucianism and Taoism rise and fall, but people's hearts must not be disturbed."
After a pause, the old man stared at Su Qinian, his golden eyes were magnanimous and deep, filled with aura of righteousness that was almost condensed into substance, and he muttered: "I need a reason."
Qi Hengwu suddenly became a little nervous. He was not interested in being a sage but in the world. He felt that he still failed to consider it. However, time was tight and he could not discuss it in the long term.
Su Qinian smiled. He looked directly into the sage's eyes, then showed a solemn look and said, "Okay, Su will give you a reason."
He slowly closed his eyes. In his memory, across endless time and space, a figure emerged and gradually overlapped with it.
"I cultivate the awe-inspiring energy, and I can measure the sky even at a short distance!"
Su Qinian spoke again and opened his eyes again. An unspeakable rhythm suddenly filled the hall, shocking the sage to stand up. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu! Please give me monthly votes and recommendation votes.)
