Luck, luck, is mysterious, but it is just a person who is lucky enough to do a specific thing at a specific time.
If you do something specific at a specific time, you will become a famous person.
And if someone could calculate his past and future and find someone to do such a thing in his place at that time, then it might not be him who stirred up the storm.
Of course, if you change your mind, the future will be different.
When times come, heaven and earth all work together to transport heroes without freedom, that's how it is.
Throughout the ages, in past and present lives, and even in the long-term world, there is no shortage of such people. At first, things are going around, and they are out of control, and no one can stop them in anything they do. But after the luck, if they cannot grasp it, everything will disappear.
Above the wind, pigs can fly. However, when the wind passes, they cannot transform into dragons, and many pigs fall to death.
Su Jie, obviously, took advantage of the situation and turned into a dragon in the storm. Only in this way can he become an important figure connecting the past and the future.
Thousands of years later, if someone makes history, that person must be a shining point that cannot be erased.
Such a person has great significance. He originally wanted to send an invitation, but after thinking about it, he still didn't mess with it.
It would be a pity if a future grand master seemed to disappear because of his own intervention.
"If you can attract the hidden dragon, Wudang Mountain may be very lively today..."
An Qisheng seemed to notice something, smiled faintly, and then disappeared into the crowd.
.......
Wudang Mountain, one of the Taoist holy places in Xuan Kingdom, is the most famous tourist scenic spot in Hu Province. More than one million tourists from home and abroad come to visit it every year.
It seems that every day is crowded with people and extremely lively.
There are also many foreign tourists among them.
These foreigners are very strong, walk steadily, have long hands and legs, and walk like the wind. Many of them have kung fu in their bodies, and they are from Wudang Mountain.
Xuanxing dominates the two poles, and Daxuan's culture is naturally pursued by outsiders. Foreign tourists account for a large proportion of Wudang Mountain's annual revenue.
There are also some foreign students in the martial arts gyms at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
However, Wudang is much plainer than Shaolin. Most of the martial arts halls under the mountain are privately run. The disciples below Juechen Daoist do not have many disciples. Compared with Shaolin, there are only a few disciples.
Su Jie came to Wudang Mountain for the first time and couldn't help but compare the difference between Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple.
The same prosperity, the same excitement.
But they are two different extremes, the solemnity of Shaolin and the scene of Wudang.
Even though there were a lot of people, Su Jie could feel the tranquility when looking at Wudang Mountain in the distance. This was a quality that had nothing to do with the outside world.
"The millennium holy land, where Feng Shui gathers, turns out to be a place where great dragons are nurtured."
Porter's green eyes flashed slightly and he said slowly:
"Taoist Juechen is not much worse than Zhang Sanfeng back then."
He is proficient in metaphysics, and is more proficient in ancient culture than Daxuan's own people. He has a detailed knowledge of various martial arts, Taoism, Buddhist scriptures, and Confucianism. Su Jie is amazed by his ability to quote scriptures and reference them.
When Su Jie heard him talk about Feng Shui, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Although he practices boxing and Feng Shui, he doesn't believe it.
What Feng Shui, Hidden Dragon, is too mysterious.
"If you can't practice it, it's okay if you don't feel it now. You will understand it later."
Porter could see that Su Jie didn't believe it, but he didn't care much.
Whether it is metaphysics or science, he does not believe in it absolutely. He only believes in what he sees and feels. Today's learning overturns the learning of the past. However, today's learning may not be overthrown in the future.
"Potter, you are a good teacher. Before your injury healed, you brought your disciple out."
The melodious voice floated in, as if it had a substantial weight, resounding in the hearts of Su Jie and the two of them.
"who?"
As soon as Su Jie turned around, his eyes were attracted by someone in the crowd.
The man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He was dressed in brown mysterious clothes, with fair skin and an ordinary appearance. He could be easily forgotten once he saw her, but his eyes were like a deep well, imprinted in his heart.
I felt like all my secrets were seen through by these eyes.
Mu Long City!
Su Jie was like a civet cat whose tail had been stepped on. His hair suddenly stood up and he was frightened.
Mulong City.
A world-class businessman with a net worth of hundreds of billions, and industries all over the country and abroad. He is also recognized as the number one master in the martial arts world.
Of course he recognized it.
Because every once in a while, there is news in the media about leaders of various countries meeting with Mu Longcheng.
"I guessed you would come."
Potter's expression did not change much, as if he already knew that Mu Longcheng would come:
"But you came so quickly. It seems that you sensed something that made you curious and shocked."
For decades, although Mu Longcheng has been active internationally, he actually lives in a simple way. Even if the sun never sets when the Queen receives him, it depends on his mood.
There are only a handful of people who come to Daxuan.
"In the Begging Association, you understand me best."
Mu Longcheng nodded slightly.
Without even seeing how he moved, he had already arrived in front of the two of them.
He reached out and patted Su Jie on the shoulder, seeming to feel something:
"He is indeed a good prospect, Potter. Your ability to recruit students is better than mine."
Su Jie felt uneasy.
In his eyes, Mu Longcheng was a real big shot.
"You've made progress again."
Potter scowled.
"The mind has passed, but the body has not. This step still needs to be considered."
Mu Longcheng looked calm and suddenly turned around:
"Oh? Here comes another master who has become a great alchemist. He has masculine energy and blood, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger. He is Shi Xing Wu."
Su Jie looked for a long time and found no one coming.
Potter took a moment and then nodded:
"It's him."
"With two great monks of Huajin dead, Shi Xingwu can't sit still anymore."
Mu Longcheng didn't pay much attention.
Contemporary Shaolin is at its peak, and its industry far exceeds that of any other sect, but martial arts is not worth mentioning.
Shi Xing is already the first person in Shaolin to achieve Wu Gang Jin, and among Taoist Master Jue Chen's disciples, there are two Gang Jin masters.
After taking a glance, he climbed up the stairs and walked towards the mountain:
"Juechen has been waiting for a long time."
He comes calmly and leaves without a trace.
Su Jie watched helplessly as he walked into the crowd. The next moment, his back was no longer visible. It was like a drop of water sinking into the sea. He knew he was in the crowd, but didn't know where he was.
It seems that only if he wants to see himself, he can see him. Otherwise, even if the person is in front of him, he can't see him at all.
.......
At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the vehicle slowly stopped.
Several monks got out of the car.
The last one walking was a fat monk.
The monk was about thirty years old. He was very tall and fat. The flesh on his face trembled as he walked.
Although there is no smile on his face, it makes people feel that he is smiling even on the stone carvings.
"Xinwu, Xinlu..."
Shi Xingwu sighed softly, and the headless corpses of the two nephews seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
"Uncle Master, there will be thunderstorms tonight. Taoist Master Juechen should be at Jinding today."
A monk whispered:
"Taoist Priest Juechen is the last person who saw the murderer. He should know the murderer's life and death best."
"Be careful what you say and do when you go here, and don't conflict with others."
Shi Xingwu nodded slightly and walked towards the mountain.
These great monks followed the good advice, bought tickets, and followed the tourists up the mountain.
The costumes of several people were very eye-catching, and many tourists were very interested.
"Are the monks from Shaolin Temple here to compete in the gym?"
Many foreigners are even more interested.
It is rare to see monks in Wudang Mountain, especially these few monks. At first glance, they are not ordinary monks.
Some foreign students from the Yamashita Martial Arts School joined in.
"Young master, Shaolin Kung Fu! I, Wudang Kung Fu!"
A tall white man spoke inarticulately in Daxuan dialect, stopped a few people, and made a couple of dancing signs.
Seems like he wants to compete.
Other tourists were even more interested, and many took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
The great monks looked at each other and were about to speak.
Shi Xingwu had put his hands together and shouted loudly:
"Amitabha!"
This great monk was huge in stature and had an even louder voice. He exhaled loudly, causing the ears of the surrounding tourists to buzz. The foreign student was even more stunned on the spot, his energy and blood surged, and his eyesight turned black.
By the time everyone came to their senses, a group of great monks had disappeared from sight.
Involuntarily, it triggered waves of exclamations.
Daxuanwu is very popular, but in the Qingping world there is no need for martial arts. The masters are all from the imperial family and the military, and there are very few real masters among the people.
Fighting one against ten is already a master for ordinary people.
A master like Shi Xingwu is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
In fact, if it weren't for the tragic death of his two nephews, he wouldn't even have gone down the mountain.
"Another great master!"
Not far away, Su Jie's eardrums were slightly numb, and he couldn't help but click his tongue.
Before meeting Potter, he was an ordinary person and had never met many masters.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
"Shi Xingwu's horizontal training is excellent. There are few in the Gang Realm who are better than his horizontal training."
Porter watched calmly and commented:
"The Shaolin Temple still has some heritage. Unfortunately, with the development of artificial intelligence, this heritage will only become weaker and weaker, and eventually lose its effect..."
Thousands of years of foundation cannot compare to just a few years of artificial intelligence. This is what artificial intelligence is aimed at, not just martial arts, boxing and fighting techniques.
In other words, artificial intelligence has already surpassed Daxuan's thousands of years of boxing and fighting routines with just a little energy.
If artificial intelligence had not yet cracked the secrets of each level at this time, military masters would have become commonplace, and it would not be impossible for everyone to use their strength and hold on to their secrets.
The power of the times is so amazing.
Even just the dust of the times can crush thousands of years of martial arts into pieces.
"AI......."
Something strange arose in Su Jie's heart.
His university major is about artificial intelligence...
Huhu~~~
The wind on the mountain was very strong, and there was a hint of an approaching thunderstorm. Many tourists had already hurried down the mountain. After all, there were only a few people who were willing to stay on the mountain during the thunderstorm.
Mu Longcheng climbed up the stairs in a hurry. From a distance, he could already see the Wudang Golden Summit.
Along with the changes in the magnetic field between heaven and earth, I could feel the breath of Taoist Juechen more faintly.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Mu Longcheng stopped, and there was a ripple in the depths of his eyes.
when!
Immediately, a melodious and ethereal chime sound fell from the sky.
