On the Tianqi stage, Yang Jian lowered his head slightly, unable to look directly at his teacher.
He asked himself that his talent was already at the top of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Not to mention his peers, even if he looked at ancient and modern times, Yang Jian asked himself that there were not many people who could surpass him.
It wasn't until his teacher first taught him the 'Nine Transformations of Yuanyang' and then gave him the 'Holy Manifestation of the True King' that the little pride he had in his heart was completely shattered.
Without him, it would be too obscure and difficult.
Compared to the various heretics who have never put any effort into cultivating but have achieved great success, how can they be compared to those in heaven and earth?
As for Yang Jian's thoughts, An Qisheng looked at the fire. Seeing him lower his head, he asked lightly: "Do you know why my master didn't teach you magical powers? So that you have a physical body comparable to the golden body of Buddhism, but no magical powers to use?"
"This...disciple doesn't know."
Yang Jian's heart was shocked, and he immediately lowered his head: "Teacher, it must be for the good of the disciples..."
He was not aware of his differences at first. It was not until he got acquainted and chatted with other practitioners that he was shocked to realize that what he had learned was different from any other monks.
It is not the righteous way of Taoism, Buddhism, gods, demons, demons, ghosts, Confucianism, etc., nor is it the side sects such as formations, swords, weapons, elixirs, talismans, etc. It is also different from the most similar martial arts of the Great Zhou Army.
Although he never asked his master, it didn't mean that he didn't have doubts in his heart.
"The god is the heart, and the supernatural power is like the heart. The supernatural power is just the manifestation of the heart. The higher the heart, the higher the supernatural power... The nine turns of Yuanyang are praised by the body, while the divine king position is tempered by the mind. The second If all of them are accomplished, then the body and mind will be unhindered, and supernatural powers will be achieved by themselves.”
An Qisheng spoke calmly.
Knowing Yang Jian's past and present life, he naturally knew that if he wanted to break the biggest disaster in his life and start a new life, what he needed was not only the amount of magical power, but also the strength of his mind.
If not, even if he lives for thousands of years, he will be nothing more than a shadow.
Because of this, Yang Jian, who was clearly weak, was still '0' during Dao Yitu's exploration.
Without breaking through this calamity, he wouldn't even exist!
Yang Jian didn't seem to understand, but he still remembered them one by one. After digesting them for a long time, he asked: "Teacher, in recent years, every time I enter samadhi, I will realize some magical powers from heaven and earth. Is this because the disciple's mind is in tune with the world?" Some truth in it?"
"All kinds of Dharma and Ways return to heaven, and there are all kinds of Dharma and magical powers in the dark. If you realize it, your understanding is acceptable. Whether it is consistent with it, you will know in the future."
An Qisheng sighed in his heart, but didn't say much. He just waved his hand and told Yang Jian to step back.
A ray of spiritual machine carries all the ways and runs through the past and present. All magical powers and secrets in this world from ancient times to the present are contained in the spiritual machine, but it is by no means easy to realize.
The fit mentioned by Yang Jian naturally makes sense.
But the root cause is that some existence wants him to realize it.
If not, his understanding is even better than that of Yang Jian Shishifanji, and he has already imprinted all the ancient and modern inheritance of this world in his heart.
Phew~
The Tianqi stage was filled with divine light, and little raindrops transformed from inspiration beat everywhere, making a rustling sound.
It seems that dark clouds are gathering, covering the sky, the wind is about to rise, and a heavy rain is coming.
"Every time there is a meeting to worship the heaven, there will be storms and clouds gathering everywhere in the south, especially in the Great Zhou Dynasty. The heavy rain will not stop for several years. It will not rain until the heaven is sacrificed. The sky will be clear. In tens of thousands of years, this has never happened. exception......"
In the gradually rising wind and rain, Long Xingyi's voice came from afar. He walked up the stairs like a mortal in the wind and rain, letting the wind and rain beat against his tassels, imperial robes, sword hilts, and dragon boots... ..
"Sir, do you know what 40,000 years ago extinguished the war that continued even after Xia Mi?"
Stopping at the edge of the Tianqi Terrace, Long Xingyi slowly raised his head, his eyes falling on the Taoist with his back turned: "It was a heavy rain that lasted for three hundred and thirty-three years. That heavy rain almost submerged most of Nanzhan, completely wiping out It extinguished the flames of war in Nanzhan Heaven and Earth, and also extinguished the fire of united warfare set off by the ancestors of the Zhou Dynasty, Daliang Dynasty, and the Yuhua Three Emperors Dynasty..."
"This is the origin of offering sacrifices to heaven!"
Click!
The electric snake rolled away from the dark clouds, bringing a moment of light, and soon, a deeper sense of depression.
"People say that you can see far from the heights, but the higher you stand, the more you will feel your own insignificance..."
Feeling the rain hitting his face, An Qisheng felt something in his heart.
The higher you reach, the more difficult it becomes. The deeper your cultivation, the higher your realm, the more you can feel the insurmountable gap.
"It is better to see the vastness of the world and understand the insignificance of oneself than to know the size of one's own body!"
Long Xingyi took a few steps forward and looked side by side with An Qisheng. His calm tone seemed to have endless ups and downs: "I have not come easy in this life, and I don't want to bow down to anyone!"
Looking at the dark sky from a distance, Long Xingyi seemed to have a raging fire in his heart.
When the gods from the previous life returned from the calamity, the tragedy of the overturning of the earth seemed to flash before his eyes. In this life, he was never willing to leave his life and death to 'God's will' again.
An Qisheng glanced at the 'Reborn One' beside him and said calmly: "Everyone must ask for something. You gave me all the books in the Great Zhou Dynasty that have been collected for ten thousand years, but you don't know what you want?"
"call!"
Long Xingyi took a step back, shook his sleeves, and fell to the ground: "The great disaster is coming, I only hope that you, sir, can help me, and help me in this great week!"
In his new life, he had never even worshiped the heaven and earth once, and the gods and demons in the world had never even looked at him. Only this time he was willing to worship.
In his previous life, he was imprisoned in a cage and could only live with his collection of books every day. Although his cultivation was ordinary, he was familiar with ancient history and had experienced that period of turmoil.
Deeply aware of the existence of the person in front of me.
The only record about him in ancient history is "There is a stranger who descended from heaven and spread the Dharma to the world, teaching without distinction".
But the 'Yu' who single-handedly opened up the first unified imperial dynasty in the years, the master who inherited Taoism and opened up Confucianism, organized the principles and rules, and established the etiquette and law, a five-color streak across the world, the 'Peacock' who can be called the most evil monster in all ages. .
The giant with its feet on the ocean and its head of Xumi shaking the heaven and earth...
They are all his disciples!
Among the ten divine powers recognized by countless people, except for the stunning emperor and the seven-treasure tree, the other eight magical powers are all related to it!
This is a truly unparalleled giant with the power to recreate the world.
Throughout the ages, there are only those who have been higher than those who have existed since the beginning of the world.
"help you?"
An Qisheng smiled noncommittally: "Since you know who I am, how can you expect me to help you?"
In a sense, everything in Daxia has a great relationship with him. Even if the relationship is different, there is still a warm feeling.
"The destruction of the previous dynasty did not depend on people, but on heaven! Even if Xia was destroyed without Zhou to replace it, there would still be Daliang and Yucheng. Without these two dynasties, there would be others! Dazhou at least inherited the legal system of the previous dynasty and respected Confucianism! "
Long Xingyi couldn't help but bow to him. Seeing the Taoist being silent, he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart: "I have something to say, which shows my true intention!"
"oh?"
An Qisheng's eyes moved with a hint of surprise, as if he didn't expect Long Xingyi to make such a decision.
"I am not from this world, but from the future!"
"...The day I died, I never went to the underworld, nor was I captured by anyone. I just wandered between heaven and earth like a lonely soul...
I saw the flames of war spreading all over the world, from the Great Zhou Dynasty to the south, and everything around me was threatened by the sky. The power of the gods was like a prison. With just one finger, thousands of mountains would collapse, and all rivers would dry up...
I saw blood raining from the sky, dyeing the mountains, rivers and lakes red, and the prosperous land of the Zhou Dynasty was turned into wasteland. There were no traces of people and animals for thousands of miles, and there were no tombs...
I saw the stars swaying, the gods calling the Milky Way to cleanse the world, countless monks and mortals whose bones and flesh were turned into mud in the Milky Way water, and their souls were scattered...
Once, I just wanted to be alone, but now, I want to do something..."
Long Xingyi originally thought that he would be reluctant to tell the secret that he had hidden for thousands of years, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his heart felt extremely relaxed, like a big stone falling to the ground, and he felt indescribably relaxed and free.
The dusty soul gradually reveals its brilliance.
An Qisheng listened quietly, corresponding with what he knew one by one, until Long Xingyi exhaled a breath of relief, and then he spoke: "It must be so secret that he has suppressed it for a long time, why do he say it now?"
"Why do you want to say it..."
Long Xingyi was slightly startled, and an obscure smile with unclear meaning appeared on his face: "Perhaps, deep down in my heart, I also want to escape, and I also think that there is such a person who can support all this... "
Rarely, Long Xing easily shows a hint of weakness.
He originally thought that he had polished his mind to an indestructible state, but it was not until this moment that he gradually understood after analyzing his heart.
I am not as indestructible as I thought.
If there is no other choice, he can only fight hard and have no regrets until death. But if there is no other choice, he still has a touch of unrealistic hope in his heart...
"Xu, deep down in my heart, I also want to escape, and I also want to have someone who can support all this..."
Chewing Long Xingyi's words in his mouth, An Qisheng was suddenly touched in his heart.
This is how dragons move easily.
So why not himself?
Xuanxing, Huangtian, gods, the world of wizards and gods...
Compared to Long Xingyi, he was burdened with much more.
Long Xingyi can still ask for help from himself, but who can he ask for?
Amidst the fine raindrops, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened them and regained his composure.
"How do you want me to help you?"
...
Time flies, comes and goes in a hurry, not stopping for anyone.
It has been raining in the Imperial Capital for more than two years. Even though the rain is not too heavy, streams of water flow out through the Ninety-nine City District and flow vertically on Panlong Peak, hanging upside down like a waterfall for thousands of miles, which is spectacular.
"This rain is too unusual..."
Qiao Moke, dressed in single clothes, walked out of the stable and looked at the dark sky, feeling a shadow cast in his heart: "I don't know where I am..."
After two years of separation, Qiao Moko's patience finally reached its limit.
He glanced at the strange beast spirit horse in the stable, turned around, turned into a stream of light and fled to the ground. The many restrictions in the mansion could not trap him.
"Finally, can't you bear it anymore?"
In the hazy mist, Lin Boxun stood with his hands behind his hands. Looking at Qiao Moke who was escaping far away, he couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth: "Wanfa Chaozong, when luck gathers, these people with great luck will indeed... Something happened."
The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs, and the former is more important than the latter.
This is especially true for Lin Boxun.
On the day of worshiping the heaven, the world's fortunes come one after another, and the earth and the sky are connected, which is enough to suppress anyone with great fortune!
If you want to "borrow your life", there is no more suitable day than before and after offering sacrifices to heaven. Even those who carry pure green or pure gold destiny will not be able to turn into good luck in misfortune on this day. .
Because this is the time when luck returns and destiny changes!
Click!
The thunder dragon rolled away, and the sky brightened, illuminating the imperial city.
From all over the Imperial City, eyes pierced through the rain curtain and looked towards the majestic Imperial City.
I saw the thunder dragon rolling away and falling from the sky to the earth. The place it clung to was a high platform that was thousands or tens of thousands of feet high!
The sky-blue color of the high platform is extremely solemn and majestic. It is as deep into the thunder clouds as the ridge of the sky, and seems to be as high as the sky!
