In the depths of the drunken building, the wind of nothingness was blowing wantonly, impacting Hong Xuanji's mind that was still unable to calm down at this moment.
In just one day, he was first pointed out dozens of miles away by a little girl in his early ten years, and then met a mysterious man whose aura was almost similar to that of the Taoist master he saw in his dreams every night.
For a moment, no matter how arrogant he was, he could only lower his head and listen to this person's words.
This proud body can only shrink into a ball, not daring to show any more.
"My surname is Zhao, you can call me Shopkeeper Zhao."
Zhao Zhou looked at Hong Xuanji's arrogant appearance, nodded slightly, and spoke softly.
"I've met Senior Zhao."
Hong Xuanji repeatedly handed over his hand, but in his heart he was thinking quickly about which super masters and super aristocratic families with the surname Zhao exist in the world today.
While thinking about it, he looked at the other party without any trace, as if he wanted to remember Zhao Zhou deep in his heart.
"You don't have to wonder where I came from. I don't exist in the history of this world."
But at this moment, Zhao Zhou seemed to see through the twinkle in Hong Xuanji's eyes and suddenly chuckled.
He said these words so openly, and the calmness in his eyes was as if he had seen thousands of things in life and was no longer moved by things.
"There is no other person in the history of this world?"
Hong Xuanji paused slightly when he heard the sound, and suddenly remembered some rumors about the central world of Tianwaitian. He was about to speak, but his heart skipped a beat inexplicably.
What is the meaning of "this world" in the history of this world spoken by this mysterious man?
If he was a visitor from the Central World, why would he use such words?
In an instant, Hong Xuanji's question was stuck on his lips. He almost couldn't hold on to his blood and secreted a few drops of cold sweat.
He didn't dare to make random guesses anymore, but the thoughts in his mind became more and more swirling, as if he was about to know some news that would shock the world today.
"Hong Xuanji was originally the legitimate son of Hongjiabao in Zhongzhou. When he was six years old, his mother died of a serious illness. He entered the Daqian Army Camp at the age of fifteen. In just five years, he went from being a martial artist to the early stage of a martial saint, and participated in the Yunmeng Border Pass. There were seventy-six battles, big and small, without any defeat. Later, he entered Yujing City and was granted the title of second-grade military minister. Together with Emperor Qian, he went overseas to the Divine Wind Kingdom to search for the boat of creation, but to no avail. Later, he married Zhao Fei'er, a saint of Da Luo religion, as his wife. His wife gave birth to a son, Hong Xi. In the forty-third year of Da Qian, he was granted the title of Wenwu."
At the moment when Hong Xuanji was stunned, Zhao Zhou said something that seemed to be a brief summary of the past.
With each sentence he spoke, Hong Xuanji's expression changed. Until he finished the last sentence of "Title Wen Wu", Hong Xuanji, who had been lowering his head, finally couldn't help but cast his gaze upward.
This mysterious shopkeeper Zhao actually told a complete story about his life!
The experiences I had during my time in the military were nothing, and I could only know them if I was willing to investigate.
Even for the future position of Marquis Wenwu, the emperor had already mentioned it to him.
But regarding the eldest son, no one can find out.
Without him, it's just because his wife is currently pregnant with Liujia, and the child in her belly has not been born yet!
Only he himself has thought about the name Hong Xi, and he hasn't had time to tell his wife yet!
How can it be?
Could this person be able to delve into his innermost thoughts?
"Zhao...Senior Zhao, what does this mean?"
There was a deep sense of disbelief in Hong Xuanji's words. For a moment, he had trouble ordering the words, so he had no choice but to speak.
"Your fate has been determined. These twenty years should have been yours."
But Zhao Zhou didn't say anything more, but raised his hand slightly.
Boom boom boom!
In an instant, Hong Xuanji saw a stream of light that suddenly enveloped him.
Whirring whirring!
His eyes seemed to see the changes in the past twenty years, and even the scenes of the future.
Those bizarre and bizarre scenes seem to be real in the future, and they can only happen if time spreads by!
He saw that in the future, he swept across the Yunmeng Empire, wiped out the Great Zen Temple that had been closed for 300 years, and successfully helped the emperor find the boat of creation.
And Meng Bingyun from Sanhua Tower also entangled her love with him, and the two got married.
Later, a son, Hong Yi, was born. His cultivation level reached the level of human immortality, and he could be considered as one of the best in the world.
This future scene between nothingness and changes appears to be extremely smooth, and it is also very consistent with his current vision.
For a moment, Hong Xuanji seemed to have fallen into sinking, and stayed in place for a long time.
"Hong Yi...Hong Yi!"
But he didn't know how long it had passed before he suddenly shouted loudly, and the visions of the future in his eyes were instantly shattered.
All the images remain in the void space where chaos meets, and they are the images of being killed by Hong Yi and the true spirit being destroyed.
In the future, he was actually killed by his own son!
"This is your future, what do you think?"
Zhao Zhou saw that Hong Xuanji had come to his senses, and there was a trace of amusement in his eyes again.
He really wanted to know Hong Xuanji's inner thoughts at this moment, and also wanted to know what would happen if the other party knew the future.
"Senior Zhao... don't make such a joke with me."
But after Hong Xuanji calmed down, he did not fall into various emotional difficulties as Zhao Zhou had seen. Instead, he suddenly smiled and offered his hand to Zhao Zhou again.
Obviously, he didn't believe in this future at all.
"You think I'm kidding you?"
Zhao Zhou's tone became a little cold, and the pressure around him gradually dissipated.
But this time, Hong Xuanji straightened up in the face of such irresistible pressure.
His eyes were firm, without any hesitation, and he said:
"It's not a joke, then why don't we see the Taoist Master in the next few decades?"
Hong Xuanji spoke frankly and clearly, without any flinching in his eyes.
He had seen this almost real future life, and he was already shaken deep in his heart.
But after regaining consciousness, I discovered an extremely important thing.
In the future, when sentient beings fall asleep every day, they will not be able to see the appearance of the Taoist Master and will not be able to perceive the Taoist Master's teachings.
This was extremely inconsistent and surprising to him.
The web of living beings hangs in the sky.
Whatever you think, there will be an echo.
This is something that all living beings in Zhongzhou and even the ninety-nine states in the world know.
It has always been like this, it will be like this from now on, and it will be like this in the future.
He will not be able to perceive the Taoist phase in the future, and no matter how real or appropriate it is, he no longer believes in it.
Is there anyone in this world who can subvert the Tao Master's power?
Could this mysterious man in front of me be the Taoist master's enemy, an extraterrestrial demon similar to that recorded in the classics? Are you here specifically to fight for the authority of the Taoist master?
At this moment, Hong Xuanji suddenly felt a hint of contempt for Zhao Zhou.
So all this effort was put into tricking him into betraying the Taoist Master?
"If there is nothing else, please forgive Hong for resigning for the time being!"
Seeing that Zhao Zhou didn't answer for a moment, Hong Xuanji felt even more convinced.
For a moment, he actually raised his head like this, and his previous respect was gone.
No matter how strong this mysterious man is, he is still weaker than the Taoist Master in his heart.
And this sneaky method alone is far inferior to the magnanimity and selflessness of the Taoist Master.
You must know that the web of sentient beings has lasted for three hundred years, and all the teachings and teachings are preached without asking for anything in return.
With such magnanimity alone, Shopkeeper Zhao is far beyond his reach.
"Senior Zhao, just say goodbye!"
Seeing that Zhao Zhou didn't respond, Hong Xuanji immediately turned around and opened the door. His movements were extremely fast, and he left the house without waiting for the other party's reply.
During this process, he chanted the name of the Taoist Master in his heart, and felt endless power, without any hindrance!
Squeak!
He stepped out and looked at the plaque behind him, feeling that the sunshine today was particularly warm.
The obscure feeling of imminent destruction was just swept away, leaving no trace at all.
"Only you dare to compete with the Taoist Master?"
He spoke in a low voice toward the building, with deep disdain in his words.
"Praise to the Taoist Master!"
Then, he spoke slightly again, feeling a little more grateful for the Taoist Master.
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