As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden calm on the avenue.
An Qisheng's face was calm, with a smile in his eyes.
Traditionally, quacks and magicians have always told people's fortunes, and they must catch the person's attention with just three words, making them frightened and shocked. Only in this way can they take the initiative.
Although Han Changgong possesses the art of gazing, can perform military operations, and calculate the fate of the country, he cannot escape the fact that he was born as a charlatan.
An Qisheng naturally knows this.
Although the two met for the first time, Huang Fu had already seen Han Changgong thousands of times when he was practicing the Wan Lun Qi Technique in his dream, so it was natural that he would not know his details.
Therefore, he said calmly without blinking:
"There is a saying among quacks and magicians: first understand the meaning before speaking, and understand the heart before speaking! Mr. Han is very proficient in using these skills, but there is no need to elaborate on these skills."
Because of Huang Fu, he had no ill feelings towards Han Changgong, but he was too lazy to fight with him.
Having seen through his words, Han Changgong's expression did not change.
After looking at An Qisheng carefully, he said with some strangeness:
"Although the face of the Taoist priest is that of longevity, it is not a very noble appearance. There must be a calamity in his life, and his lifespan is less than a hundred years..."
Don’t live longer than a hundred years?
An Qisheng's heart moved. If he hadn't come, Old Taoist Wang Quan would have been afraid that his bones would be cold at this time. This is quite true.
But on his face, his eyes turned cold:
"Are you cursing me?"
Phew~
As the words fell, there was a bone-chilling chill.
'This old man is so murderous...'
Han Changgong was stunned, but with a smile on his face:
"There are limits to physiognomy and it's hard to see everything. Maybe I saw it wrong..."
"Taoist Priest!"
With the intention to kill aroused, Gui Xiaoer woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw An Qisheng standing far away from Hanchang Palace, and his expression changed immediately:
"Taoist Master, please show mercy!"
Gui Xiaoer was anxious.
Huang Fu asked him to report the news before, but he didn't want Hanchang Palace to notice him, so he took him with him directly.
He had seen everything about the battle on the city wall, and was shocked by An Qisheng's unparalleled murderousness.
Seeing the confrontation between the two at this time, he couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up.
"The waiter!"
Han Changgong glared at him, then straightened the sleeves of his robe and looked at An Qisheng:
"Everyone in the world says that Chang Fei is a murderous person, but Han knows that Chang Fei is a murderous person!"
It had only been two years since An Qisheng's rise, and he had already killed tens of thousands of people, making everyone fear him like a tiger. But at this time, some people said that he was not bloodthirsty.
Gui Xiaoer couldn't help but twitch his face.
The atmosphere on the road was still solemn, and An Qisheng was noncommittal:
"Yeah?"
"All the murderous intentions of the six thousand miles have been vented. The Taoist priest is now in a perfect aura and his nature is clear. I am afraid that if he has achieved perfection, he will act recklessly again without any reason, but it will be more loss than gain."
Han Changgong sighed slightly.
Although it was the first time they met, he had already known An Qisheng's condition at this time based on his fortune-telling and facial recognition. Therefore, he still dared to come after Ji Chonghua and others were wiped out.
Ordinary people are distracted and half-hearted. Every time they make a decision, they turn around and forget it again. They are so distracted and unfocused.
People who are successful in martial arts are strict with themselves and have a firm mind. Once they make a decision, they will not be shaken by external things. However, at this time, all kinds of distracting thoughts still arise and it is difficult to condense.
'Yin Shen leaving the body' is the only way for divine veins to pass through, but not everyone is qualified to condense the 'Yin Shen'.
An Qisheng was in an extremely strange state at this time, harmonious and complete, with strong Yin spirit and no distracting thoughts. It was almost ten percent that he could survive the "Yin spirit out of body".
After being hit by the Shura field, the murderous intention is not lingering in the body. This state is something that he cannot achieve.
When everyone was shocked by An Qisheng's murderous nature and dared not approach him, he knew that An Qisheng might be at his most peaceful at this moment.
"You are wrong about this."
An Qisheng shook his head.
His state of mind has long been cultivated to a state where his true nature hangs like a mirror and no distracting thoughts linger in his heart. How can he be troubled by distracting thoughts?
After traveling these six thousand miles, he was more focused on sorting out his own spirit, martial arts, and understanding the transformation of 'god'.
When you practice spiritual practice, what you cultivate is a matter of course and naturally.
Any breakthrough in battle, a breakthrough due to the general situation, in his opinion, is just a heresy.
Those who seek breakthroughs in battle are often beaten to death.
The general trend is the same, and Feng Qingxuan's lessons are not far away.
What he realizes is that the general trend has taken hold, and that fighting against the spirit of a country cleanses the spirit, rather than relying on this general trend to make a breakthrough.
"Okay, Mr. Han is afraid that I will go on a killing spree, but there is no need. I come when I feel like it and I come back when I feel like it. That's all."
An Qisheng gently stroked the red tassel on the gun body and said calmly:
"I'm just here to tell you that things in this world are not so arbitrary. He is also a human being, not a god!"
Han Changgong was shocked, feeling that this old Taoist priest was extremely familiar with him.
Every sentence is just right and weird.
"Han will tell you this truthfully... However, what Han said before is not a lie."
After a moment of silence, Han Changgong slowly raised his head and looked at An Qisheng calmly:
"Even if the Taoist Master changes his destiny and survives the calamity of death that he should have experienced, it will only be postponed for a period of time. After a period of time, the Taoist Master's natural life will be delayed!"
"A quarter of a century later..."
An Qisheng muttered slightly to himself.
The calamity of natural life is different from the calamity of death. Calamity can be avoided, hidden, and eliminated. However, the limit of life span is determined by fate. If you want to live longer than your natural life, you must take your life from heaven!
However, he is only over ninety years old, and based on the three hundred lifespan of his divine veins, he is still very young.
Unless he doesn't want to live anymore, there's no reason to die at the age of 160, right?
"That's all, let's say goodbye!"
After Hanchang Palace surrendered, the Golden Eagle King descended from the sky.
He straightened up, carrying Gui Xiaoer up to a height of a hundred feet, and landed steadily on the Golden Eagle King's back.
He was about to leave when he suddenly heard An Qisheng's plain voice ringing in his ears:
"If you can heal yourself, it's hard for a fortune teller to look at yourself. For those who look at your Qi, it's hard for you to look at your own body... If you look at your body for me, I will do the same for you."
An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the roadside with heavy snow, looking calm:
"The building is about to collapse, and it's hard to lift the sky. It would be better if you retreat this morning and follow me into the world as a Taoist priest."
His eyes were deep and his words were calm, but what he said shocked Han Changgong's heart.
He also knows?
Huang Fulian even told him this?
Or......
Han Changgong's eyes narrowed, and then he laughed loudly and flew away like an eagle:
"so what?"
Huhu~~
Withered yellow land leaves dropped to the ground.
An Qisheng walked away with his gun, and after a few flashes, he disappeared.
The breeze blew through the woods, and the snow fell, and An Qisheng's sigh was blown away.
"I hope you won't regret it next time I see you..."
While waiting for Hanchang Palace to land, he had already entered Mengji Chonghua and saw many more things than Cao Tiangang, Liu Yanchang and even Hanchang Palace.
For example, although Ji Chonghua didn't know which of the heavenly and human weapons in the royal city was specific, he had actually seen the sight of that heavenly and human weapon in full force.
And based on An Qisheng's speculation.
That celestial weapon is probably 70%...
Dragon King Armor!
........
The bigger the event, the faster it spreads.
In a short period of time, the battle in front of Fengdu City has spread to all seventy-three states in the world and is known to countless people!
Dafeng Taishi Ji Chonghua, Dongchang Governor Cao Tiangang, and Jinyiwei Commander Yang Lin, these three were the most powerful divine vein masters in the entire Dafeng. The death of these three masters was far more turbulent than the murder of the Red Sun Dharma King. Much bigger!
For a time, the entire arena was completely boiling.
Kill Feng Qingxuan in front of the chivalrous gate, kill the red sun in the mountains of Liangzhou, kill the poplar trees in the snowy fields, kill Ji Chonghua in front of Fengdu City, kill Cao Tiangang on the top of the city!
Any one of these things is enough to make a person famous all over the world, let alone whether these things were done by one person?
What's more, it is said that this person has not yet broken through the divine veins!
The name An Qisheng has shocked the world three times in a short period of time and has become the most talked about name among countless martial arts people.
Under the exaggeration of many martial arts people who had seen this battle, some people even compiled his story into a storytelling book that became popular in many major states, which even covered it with a veil of mystery.
There are many people in the world who have met An Qisheng. Not to mention the more than a thousand martial arts people in front of the Xiayi Gate, he walked all the way across Liangzhou, and thousands of martial arts people were attracted to him.
But even so, there are still different opinions on how high his martial arts is.
It is only known that he shot one person at a time. When the three masters of the divine veins led the red dragon army to attack them, he was defeated by him alone. He also killed Yang Lin, the commander of the Jinyi Guards. After that, he chased Ji Chonghua for two thousand miles and killed Ji Chonghua in front of Fengdu City. !
Some people speculate that he is gathering momentum to break through the divine veins by using the huge momentum of one person to overwhelm an entire country!
Therefore, no one knew how terrifying his martial arts had become after the battle in Fengdu City.
Even if the imperial court no longer updates the weapons catalog.
Many people in the world also think that he is an unparalleled master who can keep pace with the top five grandmasters in the weapons spectrum, Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, King of Wheels, and Master Baiyue!
.........
Three days are hanging in the sky, but there is not much warmth between heaven and earth.
On the contrary, the uneven official roads in Nanliang County were smoothed and very thick by the thick snow.
Swish, swish, swish~
Amidst the sound of horses' hooves trudging through the snow, three horses, one red and two black, appeared on the official road.
"Master, I'm so tired..."
Jiang Tingting, who was wrapped tightly, tugged on her scarf, and her chubby little face was covered with beads of sweat.
It's been more than a year, but the poor little guy still hasn't been able to develop his internal strength.
Even though he had mastered his stance skills and had some firepower in his fists and kicks, he still couldn't withstand the pain of running for a long distance.
On the other hand, Zhang Haohao was obviously much more energetic. Although he was a little tired, he was in excellent spirits. After practicing his internal strength for more than a year, although he still couldn't beat his junior sister, his endurance was much stronger.
On the red horse, An Qisheng pointed in the distance:
"Don't you recognize that mountain?"
The two little guys were confused as they were rushing forward. At this moment, they suddenly came back to their senses. Looking from a distance, they saw a familiar mountain peak:
"Black, Montenegro? Are we back?"
"wrong......"
An Qisheng chuckled and corrected the two little guys:
"From today on, call him Wang Quan Shan!"
