An Qisheng's eyes lit up.
With a slight touch, you can feel the connection between the statue in front of you and the indistinct connection.
He had no way of verifying how far apart the Jueling Universe where Xuan Xing was from was from the Jiu Fu Realm where Wang Quan Dao was.
But even if the universe where the Jiufujie is located is close to each other, the distance between the two must be far more than a hundred billion light years.
What's more, the two worlds may not really be that close.
Wanting to physically cross the universe is naturally not enough for An Qisheng and Wang Quandao at this time, unless he can completely grasp the mystery of universe replacement.
But it can't physically travel between two realms, but it can do other things.
For example, falling into a dream.
Connecting the two realms with a divine statue, allowing sentient beings from both realms to enter my dream!
I used to allow sentient beings to enter my dreams to find their way forward, but now, I can allow sentient beings to enter my dreams and guide them on their way forward.
Entering the dream of Daqian can also be called the dream of Daqian!
Wow~
The picture of the Tao appeared like ripples in water, with divine light lingering around it, and a line of text flowed out:
[Daoyi Divine Power: Dreaming into the Great Thousand (Daqian Dreaming) has been mastered, level 3, three stars]
"Is Daqian in a dream..."
An Qisheng's heart was filled with ripples, but he wasn't too surprised.
Bang~
As soon as he stepped on it, an invisible wave shook into the ground. The 'statue of royal power' that was as tall as a man had already risen from the ground and was held up by his one hand.
Go to the Taoist temple.
Then, he sat down on the futon in the slightly dim room and slowly closed his eyes.
Buzz~
As his mind turned, the "infinite cave, the blessed land of reincarnation" deep in his soul suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the many steps he descended from all directions.
Faintly, there were many spiritual imprints of different lights and shadows flying around like birds in the infinite cave sky.
These spiritual imprints were all obtained by Anqi who was born in Xuanxing and had dreamed of floating in the world for a long time. They ranged from experts and scholars who had no knowledge of martial arts, to the seven sons of Wang Quan and Wang Quan Taoists in the past dynasties.
These many spiritual imprints melted away in the sudden divine light, melting like snow water, and then transformed into unknown subtle lines under an invisible wave, disappearing into nothingness.
Connect to the underworld.
Xuanxing is different from the Jiufu World and the Human World. Except for a few places, the vast majority of people have never experienced war or life-and-death crisis in their lives.
Moreover, most people are busy every day, even working overtime until late at night. In such a state, it is really difficult to allocate energy to practice martial arts or do other things.
Of course, more importantly, An Qisheng did not really want to break the peaceful order of Xuanxing.
Armed with a sharp weapon, he has a murderous intention. Along with martial arts comes the evil of human nature. After experiencing the world and the human world for a long time, he has twice sorted out the world and cleansed the world. He has gained a lot, but he does not want to let Xuan Xing also Go through it again.
It’s not just about everyone practicing martial arts and practicing martial arts. The Tao should never be taught lightly, and this is definitely not something that is cherished by the broom.
Therefore, An Qisheng's first batch of evangelists were naturally "those who knew the basics".
...
"How is Mr. Lu?"
In Magic City, in front of the special care ward of a certain hospital, a group of people were waiting anxiously outside. The nurse who was surrounded looked a little pale. Every one of these people was a well-known person in Magic City. Many of them she had only seen on TV. .
"Lu, Mr. Lu hasn't woken up yet..."
The little nurse looked a little nervous and stammered a little when she spoke.
The man in the special care ward is the real master in the biological field of Shanghai. His disciples are now elites in all walks of life. Once he really fails to wake up, it will be an earthquake-like event in the biological field.
"I just said that this hospital is not good. If you ask me, go to Xuanjing. Lao Liu, isn't your son the director of a military hospital? Let him call experts for consultation!"
After hearing what the nurse said, an old man with a Chinese character in the crowd said in a deep voice.
"No, Mr. Lu can't withstand the bumps at this time. What if his condition worsens?"
The man named Lao Liu shook his head repeatedly: "I have asked Zhiyan to call experts to come to the magic city. Xuanxing has some of the instruments needed. I will bring them too. Mr. Lu cannot move!"
As the group spoke, their voices could not help but become slightly louder.
The little nurse was nervous, but she still reminded her: "Mr. Lu needs to rest, you guys, you can't be so loud..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Dozens of masters from all walks of life all shut up and were more obedient than the children who heard the teacher scold them when they were in school.
Only the old man with the Chinese character stood up and came to the door: "Can I go see Mr. Lu now? I am his junior brother..."
The little nurse hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the old man's eyes: "Okay, but only one can go in."
The old man with a Chinese character nodded.
Enter the ward.
There was a strong smell of disinfectant. On the snow-white hospital bed, an old man with gray hair lay quietly on the bed. The lines on the ECG monitor beside him undulated like waves.
Several doctors stood by and performed various examinations.
"Brother Lu..."
Looking at Lu Shiping on the hospital bed, the old man's eyes were a little blurry.
Although I know that life is over and birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable, I still can't help but feel sad.
"Huh?"
At this time, a doctor stood up and looked at the instrument with some surprise. The previously undulating lines had stabilized.
"What's wrong?"
The old man with a Chinese character face was a little nervous.
"No, it's okay. Don't worry, Mr. Lu..."
Under the mask, the doctor's eyes looked a little uncertain: "It seems that he fell asleep..."
"Fell asleep?"
Looking at Lu Shiping's relaxed brows and steady breathing on the hospital bed, the old man was also a little dazed.
Since the terminal stage of cancer, Lu Shiping has never had such a smooth and peaceful sleep, no matter how many drugs and equipment he uses.
Comfortable, peaceful...
Like soaking in warm water, like his mother's embrace when he was young, Lu Shiping couldn't remember how long it had been since he felt so relaxed.
It seemed like a long time, but it might have been just a moment.
He slowly opened his eyes.
"This is......"
The familiar pain disappeared, and there was no longer a soft mattress underneath him, but seemed to be an uneven wooden board.
Something seems wrong.
Such a thought came to Lu Shiping's mind, but there was no fluctuation, and he quietly experienced the time without severe pain.
My chest feels tight. Is this bronchitis?
My hands and feet were weak and my stomach was empty. This was because I had been hungry for a long time and the muscles in my back were a little sore. This was probably due to sleeping on a hard board for too long.
This feeling is not pleasant, but for him who has been suffering from severe illness for many years, it is a beauty that he has not experienced in an unknown amount of time.
This body is not my own.
He knew that his heart would not beat so powerfully, his dim old eyes could not see so clearly even with glasses on, and his slow brain could not move so fast.
After a moment of quiet reflection, he slowly straightened up and looked around.
This was Lu Shiping's first impression.
Antique, this is the second one.
Gone.
There was a table, a bench, and a beam, and it was shockingly empty.
"Is this a new student?"
Lu Shiping staggered to his feet and remained calm, because any situation was much better than waiting to die in bed.
Phew~
At this time, a gust of wind blew in from the broken door.
Under Lu Shiping's somewhat surprised gaze, the dust on the ground swirled and danced, turning into a line of words that he had never seen before, but clearly understood its meaning:
[Gold and iron horses, loyalty in the arena, martial arts competition, and battlefield hegemony... This is a stage where the strong roam freely, and it is also a hell where the weak wail.
The strong are sitting on thousands of miles of picturesque mountains and rivers, with silks and satins, fine clothes and food, and wives and concubines like clouds. The weak are just as skinny as firewood, and either die by the roadside or on the bed of illness...]
[This is a time-honored legend and a myth that can make people sing and cry—Fan Zimin, the author of "The Biography of King Quan"]
[Here, you can witness legends, you can write myths, you can learn skills from teachers, you can be chivalrous and righteous, you can also manage the world, navigate the sea of commerce, you can join the army and build a business, or you can take the scientific examination and become an official...
I can draw with pen and ink, and my literature can be passed down for thousands of years. I can also establish a sect with martial arts and become a great master]
【Welcome to Jiufujie】
【Welcome to The Legend of King】
[Two years later, it will be the first year of kingship...]
"Jiu Fu Jie, The Legend of King Power..."
Lu Shiping calmly read all the words, touched his chin and thought: "Which dynasty does this text come from?"
...
In the southeast of Xuanzhou, on the outskirts of the new city, there is a huge garden with a strong Xuanguo architectural style.
This garden is located in a land of precious land, with elegant decoration and beautiful scenery. It occupies a large area, and there are hundreds of people just outside the door.
The owner of this manor, whose surname is Gong, is one of the wealthy businessmen who emigrated overseas during Daxuan's reign.
He has only been in New Zealand for a few decades, but he has already been involved in catering, real estate, finance, ocean trade and other industries, and has become very wealthy.
In a quiet place in the manor, Gong Qingzhu was dressed in clean clothes and sat quietly facing the moon under the night wind. There was a trace of thought on her delicate and beautiful face: "Seeing God..."
In front of her, a video that has become very popular on the Internet recently was playing.
She had watched this video many, many times, but she still couldn't figure out why the ordinary boy who had followed Wang Zhixuan to the new city to perform tasks could grow to such an extent in just over four years.
The Gong family is a martial arts family with three hundred years of history. Their ancestors co-founded the Central Martial Arts School with Gu Changfeng and the Wang family ancestors. They also single-handedly presided over the transmission of Northern Boxing to the South. They are leading figures in the martial arts world.
Up to now, although she has declined, her kung fu has not been lost. Her kung fu is not inferior to that of Wang Zhixuan, she has also been able to sit on the saddle with the pill in hand and touch the Gang Jin.
Naturally, you can even see the extraordinary aspects of An Qisheng in the video.
Moreover, she knew more. For example, the ferocious-looking female zombie in the video was Wang Zhixuan. Under that person's methods, she restored her original appearance and even had a great increase in physical strength.
Faintly, there is already a bit of a magical atmosphere.
"Second Miss."
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of Gong Sanyang, the powerful figure in the Gong family, came.
"The door is unlocked. Third uncle, please come in."
Gong Qingzhu responded softly. Even though she was over thirty, her voice was still as delicate and graceful as a girl's.
Gong Sanyang pushed the door open, glanced at the video in front of Gong Qingzhu, then looked back, and reported: "The matter with Longcheng Group is over."
"oh?"
Gong Qingzhu's heart moved slightly: "But you didn't take advantage?"
"What the Second Miss expected was true. Although Yan Changsha was killed by An Qisheng in the Champ de Mars, before he died, he invited Porter, the second leader of the Begging Society, to come back. That white man is not easy to deal with. We Eight families took action together, but he beat them back without taking any advantage."
Gong Sanyang smiled bitterly, obviously not only did he not take advantage, but he also suffered a loss.
"Those who see the gods have outstanding physical strength and are not too bad at thinking. The Dragon City Group and the Qi Dao Society are trillion-level giants. They have to withstand the counterattack even if they want to take a bite..."
The night wind slowly blew Gong Qingzhu's long hair. She reached out to turn off the computer, then gently rolled up a strand of hair at her temples, her tone as light as smoke:
"My father is old and it's time to retire. I can't come forward. Third uncle, you can go ahead."
"this......"
Gong Sanyang hesitated slightly, and then replied in a low voice: "To what extent?"
"The family has no idea of eradicating the roots. Just send him to Fusang to spend the next life of wealth with his concubine's illegitimate son..."
Gong Qingzhu's face was calm, and his tone did not fluctuate: "In addition, tell him that no matter how busy he is, he must visit his mother's grave on August 3rd every year. If not, his concubine and illegitimate child will die!"
"yes."
Gong Sanyang was heartbroken.
The feud between Gong Qingzhu and his father has lasted for more than ten years, and the battle between the two has lasted for more than twenty years. Now, it is finally coming to an end.
It's just that he thought about this day many, many times, but never thought that Gong Qingzhu would be so calm, as casually as if he was patting down a fallen leaf.
Not the 'biological father' whom he had fought with for twenty years and was almost killed in several fights.
But he didn't dare to ask again, so he could only agree and bowed away.
After the door was closed, the room became calm again.
Gong Qingzhu faced the wind and the moon, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "Mother, he is my father after all, but he can't do what you want..."
After years of long-cherished wish came true, Gong Qingzhu didn't feel much joy in her heart.
She had worked hard for twenty years, not for power or wealth, but to prove to that man and the entire palace family that women could be great too.
Phew~
In the night wind, Gong Qingzhu slowly closed her eyes. She had very little sleep, but for some reason, she felt sleepy at this time. However, she did not resist, but with a touch of unnoticeable melancholy, she slowly entered her dream.
"Um?!"
In her sleep, Gong Qingzhu seemed to be aware of something. She suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw made her pupils shrink.
This is a woman's boudoir, but it is not hers.
Even in an antique room, such an effect cannot be achieved. The bean light swayed through the lampshade in the room, turning into lines of text in front of Gong Qingzhu.
"Royal power, Jiu Fu..."
Gong Qingzhu frowned. If she hadn't had strong confidence in herself, she would have almost thought she was hypnotized!
How did you end up in this place?
Who is the mastermind behind this?
What is his purpose?
Da da da~
While she was feeling startled and doubtful, the door of her room was knocked, and a crisp call came from outside:
"Junior Sister Qing, the fourth update has passed, and Junior Sister Wushuang's prescribed practice time has come..."
Practicing?
Wushuang Junior Sister?
Strange yet familiar memories emerged in his mind, and Gong Qingzhu's eyes gradually lit up.
According to his memory, the place he was in was a place called the White Lotus Demon Sect, which belonged to a world-class terrorist organization, the Six Hell Demon Sect, and he was an outer disciple of the White Lotus Demon Sect.
And that unparalleled junior sister is said to be a direct disciple of the master of the White Lotus Demon Sect. She is the only young person in the White Lotus Demon Sect and even the entire Six Hell Demon Sect who can be compared with the Sixth Hell Holy Son Feng Qingxuan.
"good."
With her mind spinning, Gong Qingzhu responded calmly.
Opening the door, there was a girl in green clothes outside. She looked about twenty-six or seven, and she looked pretty and pleasant, but Gong Qingzhu could feel a hint of crisis.
"Junior Sister Qing, have you heard? It is said that there is a soul-stealing demon technique in Fengzhou, Fengguo. The Scarlet Demon Sect, the Great Sun Demon Sect, and the Purgatory Demon Sect have all sent people there! It is said that Junior Sister Wushuang wants you to go... ....”
The girl in green whispered.
Gong Qingzhu had many doubts in her heart and could only respond casually.
The feeling of discord in my heart is getting deeper and deeper. What is going on?
Alien game?
Or.......
.......
boom!
The Infinite Cave was shaking every day, waking up Yan Changsha who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.
"Um?!"
Yan Changsha frowned and saw that the steps under him suddenly rose. Looking around, many steps also shook.
The high ones fell, the low ones rose, and soon, a white jade square that was tens of thousands of meters long and wide was formed.
And that white light door that was originally out of reach was right in front of him, and in the next moment, it swallowed him up with unquestionable momentum!
Not just Lu Shiping, Gong Qingzhu, and Yan Changsha in the infinite cave.
In the eastern hemisphere of Xuanxing, under the same sky, Feng Mingtao, Tan Jingshan, Li Qingyuan, Jing Xiaolou, Wang Zhixuan, Jiang Shili, Chu Fan, Yi Feibai, Luo Neng, Li Yan, Wang Anfeng, Gu Changsheng... .
But all the people An Qisheng had seen and dreamed about, no matter whether they were martial arts practitioners or not, or their boxing skills were high or low, all of them were there after An Qisheng closed his eyes.
Into his dream!
