Daxuan, the three great masters of Jingshen, Taoist Juechen, who has not come out from the world, Han Longhua, who has been in seclusion for many years, only Xue Zheng, who came into the world to teach many younger generations in boxing and kung fu.
At the same time, we are also following the footsteps of our predecessors.
Once upon a time, An Qisheng also learned from him the secret about why the road ahead was exhausted.
But he had a lot of thoughts about this.
Daxuan is a very special country above Xuanxing, with martial arts, internal skills, Taoism, flying swords, hundreds of schools of thought, and even 'qi'...
There are obvious signs of being incompatible with the world.
For example, the legend that Peng Zu lived eight hundred years, to many modern people, would only think it was a rumor, or doubt the accuracy of the ancient calendar, but they do not believe that he really lived eight hundred years.
Even An Qisheng before had some doubts in his heart.
Until he fell into a dream and heard about and saw the 'cosmic displacement'.
Of course no one in Xuanxing can live to be eight hundred, but what if he comes from other worlds?
'Wang Honglin' can be replaced, why not Peng Zu?
This idea had already taken root in his mind when he returned from the dream world. However, there were too many things along the way, and he had some fear in his heart, so he had not tried it yet.
It has been delayed until now.
"Handwritten by predecessors?"
Xue Zheng's eyes flickered and he was a little surprised, but he didn't ask. He just nodded: "Yes, I do have a collection of several handwritten books by sages, but most of them have nothing to do with practice. They are just simple works or even letters written casually."
Not every great master has a work that has been handed down, and what has been handed down may not be related to boxing practice.
He collected these partly to commemorate and partly to appreciate the spirit of the sages.
This is also the reason why Mu Longcheng once went to Wudang Mountain to ask for handwriting instead of looking for him.
"Teacher, Brother An, there are many people here, so let's go up the mountain and talk in detail."
At this time, Jing Xiaolou reminded him.
Practicing martial arts not only strengthens the body but also cultivates the mental temperament. The worst among the people are those who have achieved secret strength. Their temperaments are outstanding. When they gather together, they naturally attract the attention of many people.
Xue Zheng took a look and saw that someone around him seemed to have recognized him and nodded:
"Let's go up the mountain and talk in detail."
"good."
An Qisheng naturally had no objection.
All the people were very fast on their feet, and before the curious tourists could gather around them, they had already disappeared on the mountain road.
...
In Xue's manor.
Xu Hongyun woke up faintly. He was still in a daze at first. When he woke up, he suddenly became furious: "White Tiger!"
"alright."
Xue Zheng couldn't hear this, frowned and interrupted: "I am weak and weak, who can blame me?"
"Old Ghost Xue, what do you mean?"
Xu Hong was very lucky.
"Literally." Xue Zheng glanced at Xu Hongyun lightly: "You are more than ten years younger than me, and the conditions for learning martial arts are much better than mine. As long as I am diligent, the white tiger can't knock you out. "
Xu Hongyun's qualifications are not bad, but he is more focused on Feng Shui formations, dabbles in strange sects, and is interested in linen physiognomy. With too many distractions, it is naturally difficult to achieve any great achievements.
"If you still make trouble, you should follow Yaizhen when you go back this time!"
Bai Hu couldn't bear it, and his face darkened.
Hearing the word '睚禦', Xu Hongyun's face trembled and he sat down.
What he feared most in the Special Affairs Bureau was not the White Tiger or the Blue Dragon, but Danhuang and Yaizhen. When he had quarrels with other people, he could always avoid falling behind.
Only these two people really fight.
"Lin Ling, Captain White Tiger, does it have something to do with the 'Dream of Royal Power' that you came to the treasure island to find me?"
Xue Zheng's eyes were deep, as if he could see through the two people's thoughts.
"Xue Laohui has a sharp eye. We are here to ask Mr. Xue to come out and help us in the 'Dream of Royal Power'..."
When it came to business, Bai Hu's expression suddenly became serious.
It has been more than half a year since the 'gate' descended from the sky, the Royal Sword struck across the sky, and the gate was in the air.
Since that day, the Special Affairs Bureau's emphasis on the 'Dream of Royal Power' has reached an extremely high level. Over the country, more than 70% of dreamers have entered the 'establishment' of the Special Affairs Bureau.
But half a year has passed, and the dreamers outside Daxuan who were initially unaccustomed to the environment and were beaten in various ways have gradually grown up.
Because of the great potential of Daxuan, an atmosphere has been vaguely formed against Daxuan dreamers.
At first, it was still quietly wooing and secretly suppressing, but later, it turned into naked conflict and killing.
"The dream of royal power is quite similar to that of Daxuan in ancient times. Although some of Daxuan's dreamers died tragically in the early stages, most of them were able to get along like a fish in water and steadily suppressed the dreamers from all over the world...
Until a few days ago, a master came out of the country, and many people suffered from him. More than a dozen masters who went to search for the King Quan Sword were killed by him twice in a row, and they lost their status as dreamers. "
Speaking of this, Bai Hu's face also became a little serious: "I don't know the real name of this person. Dreamers from abroad call him 'Truman'. This person's purpose is very clear, and it is also the King's Sword."
"'Truman', I seem to have heard of this name."
Xue Zheng's eyes moved slightly as he recalled: "More than ten years ago, a Westerner came to challenge me. At that time, I had retired and did not want to fight with others, but this man came all the way. This man's boxing skills were fierce and he had There are traces of the Western Crusades, there are also church martial arts, mixed with some jujitsu, yoga, the learning is very complex, very refined, and the skills are very high..."
"That should be it!"
Bai Hu slapped the table: "That man's methods are ruthless. Judging from his movements, there are indeed traces of yoga and jujitsu. There are also heavy traces of the killing and fighting techniques in the Western military."
"That man was already Gang Jin back then, and his physical strength was very strong. Among the Dan-level Gang-level warriors I have seen over the years, only Qinglong was slightly stronger than him. It's a pity that Qinglong..."
Xue Zheng shook his head and did not continue.
Half a year in reality, but more than five years in the dream, this is already a long time. For those who already have a foundation in boxing, this period of time is enough to make rapid progress.
Whether in the 'Dream of Royal Power' or in reality.
But Xuanxing has a population of over ten billion, but not everyone is a dreamer. Some people are qualified to be dreamers but cannot keep it, and some people can be qualified but cannot be dreamers.
For example, Qinglong...
"That's what you said."
Bai Hu also twitched the corner of his mouth. Nowadays, everyone in the top management of the Special Affairs Bureau is a dreamer, but the original strongest boss is not.
This is extremely unbearable for people like Qinglong.
"It doesn't matter, I will accept your request."
After Xue Zheng pondered for a moment, he nodded and agreed: "The King Quan Sword is of great importance, but it cannot fall into the hands of ambitious people."
He also had doubts in his mind.
On the surface, An Qisheng is the best in the world, whether in reality or in dreams, but why don't the people in the Special Affairs Bureau ask An Qisheng for help, but ask themselves to take action...
But he didn't ask. Although the status of the Special Affairs Bureau is not high, some of its secrets have a very high level of confidentiality.
"Thank you, Grandmaster."
Baihu breathed a sigh of relief and became concerned about An Qisheng's whereabouts, but he didn't know why Mr. An came here.
he......
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Xue Zheng's treasury is very large and rich.
From bronzes to ceramics, from ancient oracle bone inscriptions, to bamboo slips, to yellowed paper classics, from landscape paintings to random strokes like graffiti.
It can be said that it has everything.
As soon as he walked into it, An Qisheng felt the strong atmosphere of time. Not all of them are genuine, but even if they are imitations, they still have a strong sense of historical sedimentation.
"This is where the teacher's collection is. Most of it was bought from abroad, and a small part of it was given to the teacher by us waiting for the disciples to search for it."
Jing Xiaolou waved his hand to let the disciple who was looking after the collection go out and introduced it to An Qisheng.
The bronzes area, porcelain area, ancient books area, and imitation area are divided into various categories, and the collections are all well protected.
An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, feeling the deep historical atmosphere. He raised his hand, and a well-protected yellowed ancient book fell on his palm.
"This is a later translation, and it has a history of more than 700 years."
Jing Xiaolou took a look at the book and introduced it.
"The estimate is not bad, it is indeed more than seven hundred years old."
An Qisheng glanced at it and could see all the words in this ancient book.
This book was written by a great scholar and is worth reading, but that's all.
Putting down the ancient book, An Qisheng walked around, raising his hand from time to time, and under Jing Xiaolou's gaze, he took out three 'ancient books'.
A broken bamboo slip, a badly faded slate, and a pale yellow silk book.
"Brother An, what's the point of getting these three things?" Jing Xiaolou asked.
He has no interest in antiques, but is very interested in An Qisheng's purpose.
"Brother Jing, do you have any research on Taoism, Confucianism, and Buddhism?" An Qisheng asked, holding the three objects in his hands.
"No."
Jing Xiaolou shook his head: "Learning boxing has consumed all my energy. No matter how hard it is to distract him, the teacher doesn't approve of my contact with it at this time."
"It is right not to learn. Those who practice Confucianism are rigid, those who study the old are crazy, and those who study Buddhism are narrow-minded. If you study without seeking a deeper understanding, it will be harmful rather than beneficial."
After walking out of the warehouse and hearing An Qisheng's words, Su Jie nodded slightly.
This sentence of Zen Master Hongjue is naturally not to belittle the Three Paths, but to say that most people find it difficult to understand thoroughly and deeply, which is actually harmful.
If you listen to Confucian etiquette, you will stick to the etiquette. If you think Lao Tzu is naturally inactive, you will really do nothing. If you hear Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, you will behave hypocritically.
Many people know this truth, but not everyone can escape from the spirit of the sages and create their own world.
"What will Mr. An do next?"
Su Jie was a little curious.
An Qisheng held three things and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion step by step: "After taking the book, of course I have to read it."
Reading?
Jing Xiaolou and Su Jie were both a little stunned.
The Internet is so developed nowadays, and a lot of information is available, why bother to come all the way here to read a book?
Looking at An Qisheng sitting cross-legged under the setting sun,
The two were curious, but did not disturb An Qisheng.
After stopping for a moment, he turned around and left.
Behind the two of them, in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, An Qisheng put down the other two things and gently pressed his palm on the only word left on the broken stone tablet.
That word is - Tao.
Buzz~
The moment he pressed his palm on the stone tablet, in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, there was a buzzing sound in Dao Yitu, and a stream of light appeared.
In an instant, in An Qisheng's eyes, the world was peeled off again.
The wind against the current, the rolling clouds, the sunset turning from dim to bright...
Time is flowing backwards.
Compared with the shock when they first met, An Qisheng was much calmer at this time, but feeling the time flowing against him, everything was spinning rapidly, and only he was unmoving.
Something still touched him.
He can feel the vicissitudes of history and feel the spirit of the person who wrote it through the medium, but he cannot do it to the extent of almost going against the flow of time and space like "Tao Yi Tu".
He felt it quietly.
He saw the arrival of the 'Gate of Different Degrees', the shocking thrust of the King Quan Sword, the disappearance of Mu Feng, Tong Zhengyang ascending to Tigoku Bay, the disappearing goddess statue...
One year, two years, one hundred years, five hundred years...
Time flies by, running very fast, but the countercurrent is faster at this time. It seems that thousands of years have passed in a snap of the fingers, and An Qisheng seems to have just blinked.
When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was already another world.
.....
The mountains are stretching, the vegetation is lush, the birds are flying in the sky, the white clouds are rolling, the sky and the earth are picturesque.
Huhu~
The strong wind blew, and the wild grass reached his waist. An Qisheng stood among the waves of wind-swept grass, his eyes as deep as the sea.
The dream contained in one word is already so magnificent, with mountains and rivers all there, as if traveling back in time.
It can be seen how powerful the spirit imprinted on it is.
"call!"
An Qisheng stood in the sea of grass and took a deep breath. There was a strong wind roaring around him, and the invisible air flow brought him countless information.
In less than an instant, he could already feel the deep pain in this land.
The wars and killings that lasted for many years have been deeply imprinted on this world.
The Zhou Dynasty declined, and the princes ceased to rule. Instead, they settled on their own, fought against each other, and competed for the Nine Tripods, staging legends that will still be remembered by future generations for thousands of years.
Hero, hero, hero, famous minister, famous general, beauty...
This is the time when the sparks of thought are the brightest in the Great Xuan Dynasty. On this war-torn land, many schools of thought and many theories were born.
Later generations collectively called it, hundreds of schools of thought!
Countless allusions from legends appeared in his mind, causing a ripple.
He walked among the grass and walked towards the beautiful mountain peak in the distance. In later generations, this mountain was also called Zhongnan Mountain.
Zhongnan has many legends since ancient times.
There are many legends about immortals and alchemists living in seclusion here.
Of course, it's just a legend.
Huhu~
In the mountains and forests, there are hidden beasts chasing and killing each other, roaring and bloody. Huntings are staged in this sparsely populated mountains and rivers.
An Qisheng did not take the initiative to find the founder of Taoism.
Instead, he waited quietly outside Zhongnan Mountain.
His waiting did not last long, the sky was slightly dark, and in the light of the setting sun, he saw the person he was waiting for.
It was an ox cart.
A middle-aged man with a slender figure and an elegant appearance came slowly from the oxcart. On top of the oxcart, an old man with white hair and white eyebrows and a long beard sat quietly cross-legged, his eyes half-open and half-closed.
The two came from far and near.
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