The Great Tao Chronicle

The sound of long laughter echoed in the vast sea, suppressing the sound of wind and sand whistling in the sky.

The rainbow light broke, and at the moment of passing, the dark clouds that rolled and spread for hundreds of thousands of miles gradually dissipated.

"Senior Brother Sun"

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, above the huge Taiji Dojo, a nun sat cross-legged, embraced Yin and Yang, and looked out into the void, as if seeing the rainbow light above the extreme western desert.

Her eyes are as peaceful as autumn water, and the little friend who used to play with her timidly has also soared at this time.

With a sigh, there is envy and blessing

"It's a good journey, I don't know, can you see the teacher?"

In the past two hundred years, she, Yan Kaiyu, Zhang Haohao, Liu Ming and others have traveled almost all over the world, chasing after the teacher's traces again and again.

Now, the only place I haven't been to is after Tianmen.

Tianmen

"Junior Brother Sun, you are really free and easy."

A whisper sounded, and under the sun, a man appeared in the dojo like a ghost, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, no hair tied, and no crown.

The big sleeves are fluttering, like a folk madman.

"After all, the teacher likes him the most."

Daoist murmured a word.

However, he recalled the timid but determined little boy when he first met.

The teacher led him, crossed the horse to the chivalrous gate, commanded the heroes, and showed a peerless style.

"Junior sister, are you thinking about the teacher again?"

The middle-aged Taoist retracted his gaze, looked at his junior sister, and sighed.

Up to now, there is almost nothing he can't do in this world. Unfortunately, the teacher has really disappeared without any trace.

"Senior brother, are you going down the mountain?"

The Taoist nun calmed down and looked at the compass held by the Taoist. The compass was left by the teacher to carry the 'spirit'.

It is the 'Key to the Secret Realm of Reincarnation'.

"Yes."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, looking a little disappointed, "Uncle Han, the end of his life is within three days, I'm going to see him for the last time."

Life sometimes ends, whether it is an emperor or a general, or a generation of masters.

"The day has come."

The Taoist nun shook her head, without saying much, and urged her brother to go quickly.

The latter nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by her.

"How much confidence do you have to do it by force?"

Daoist asked.

The middle-aged Daoist stroked his long beard and muttered, "Five or five."

“Try one or two, also good”

The Taoist girl's expression softened slightly.

"Junior sister wait a few days, senior brother will go back when he goes."

The Taoist put away the compass, and his figure was like a wind and smoke. In a flash, he disappeared on the top of Wangquan Mountain.

Heaven and earth are not static, and all man-made things will eventually wear and tear.

After more than two hundred years of wind and rain, even the 'Fengdu City', which is known as the first majestic city in the world, has left more traces.

It has been repaired several times, but it cannot be completely covered up.

Above the towering city wall, a group of soldiers looked solemn, holding their swords and looking serious.

On the steps of the city wall, an old man led a child towards the city wall without any slowness. Behind the two of them was a Taoist man with half-white hair and half-black hair.

The three of them were silent, and they remained silent until they reached the attic above the city wall.

"In a flash, it has been more than two hundred years. Today is the last time you and my master and apprentice meet."

The old man coughed lightly.

He was already very old, so old that his Qi veins shrank, and his blood began to emit a rotten aura.

In the face of the real limit, any internal force, infuriating energy, seems to have lost the ability to resist.

"There is still a way."

Huang Fu raised his head, half-black and half-white hair hanging down at the corners of his eyes, covering the sadness in his eyes

"Teacher should know that, the reason why the Wheel King didn't die is not because he was so great, but because the Patriarch changed his 'Ferris Wheel Method'"

The immortality of the wheel-turning king surprised many people, but it was no secret to Wang Quandao.

One of the reasons why the Wheel King was able to be reborn is because his divine will is indeed perfect, his talent is extremely high, and he also has the "Ferris Wheel Method" inherited from the Wheel Wheel Temple.

But the most important thing is the plan of the Taoist king

"When I was very young, my teacher, your ancestor accepted me as a disciple. At that time, he was also very old, and his martial arts were far less advanced than you and me."

Han Chang Palace overlooked Fengdu City under the sea of ​​clouds, and memories flashed in the slightly cloudy eyes.

As people grow old, it seems that everyone cherishes the past.

In other words, cherish the life you have gone through, and all the people and things you have seen in this life.

Huang Fu listened quietly, even if he had heard these words more than once.

"At that time, I was wondering what the teacher was afraid of with such an open-minded and calm state of mind.

At this time, I finally knew that he was afraid of death, afraid of disappearing between heaven and earth. "

Han Changgong spoke very slowly, and he was a little out of breath, as if his qi and blood had decayed to the limit.

"Teacher, stop talking." Huang Fu was a little worried and stepped forward to support him.

"If you don't say it before you are alive, you will have no chance after you die."

Han Changgong let go of the child he was holding, and in the latter's worries, he sat down, his expression calm, and his voice fluctuated.

"My life is not worth it. I won't live as long as I take a break, why should I ask for more?"

Han Chang Palace was quiet in the heart, overlooking the business transactions inside and outside the city, and the heart was quiet.

In his entire life, 90% of his years were devoted to this city, and this city would bring him to the end, and he was naturally complete.

"Ok?"

At a certain moment, Huang Fu raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be countless pictures flowing like waterfalls in his eyes.

It seems that I have also seen what happened in the extreme western desert.

Sun En, have you really come this far?

"I thought Mu Qingliu would take this step, not Sun En."

Han Changgong seemed to have seen it too, and his expression was a bit complicated, "The future generations are terrifying!"

He wouldn't care if he was surpassed by later people, but then, after all, it was Tianmen, after Wang Quan and Daoist took away the gods and soldiers, until now.

Sun En is the second person who broke the void and ascended to Heaven.

The first one is Yan Fanatic.

It was because of the infinite approach to this step that Han Changgong knew how difficult this step was and how difficult it was to cross.

"Mu Qing Liusheng is too good. Mu Qingfeng's inheritance of swordsmanship, and the great opportunity of the sword master of Extreme Demon Slashing Heaven. It is a great blessing to have one of the two. Both exist, but they are not as pure as Sun En."

Huang Fu saw it more clearly than Han Changgong.

"Perhaps so."

Han Changgong didn't have much physical strength to think about other things. He nodded, but he saw the middle-aged Taoist who came with the crowd on the official road in the distance.

brow, suddenly wrinkled

"Nephew Zhang?"

He frowned, and his tone was a bit repulsive.

"What a stubborn old man"

Zhang Hao felt helpless.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard a muffled sound, looked up, and saw that Huang Fu had just withdrawn his palm.

"When a person is old, it is easy to get into the horns, and he cannot be persuaded."

"Senior Brother Huang is a good way." Zhang Hao put down his hands and saved himself from offending Senior Uncle Han. Of course he had no objection.

"It's not long for me. When the time comes to make amends, the teacher should be able to figure it out."

Huang Fu looked at his palm.

Teacher, you beat me for hundreds of years, and I slapped you back.

Not too much, right?

Inside and outside the Hanlong Inn, a group of martial arts practitioners looked at the red light that broke through the air and pulled the scorching waves.

This, is this gone?

Has the expected war ended before it even started?

"Is that so?"

Immediately, some martial arts people shook their heads in disappointment, and felt that their interest was extinguished by cold water.

I just feel a little anticlimactic.

"You have underestimated Sun Daxia, and you can't understand what this scene represents."

Seeing that there are many martial arts people who are not interested, an old man knocked on the pipe pot and sneered.

"In ancient and modern times, those who shattered the void and ascended to the gate of heaven had to fight against the great enemy, burn everything, and use their lives to gain a chance!

As strong as the Demon Venerable of the past, he must invite the world to fight, and finally he can only break through the gate of heaven with the help of the patriarch Wang Quan."

Having said this, the old man remained silent.

It is not good to slander the predecessors. Although the Six Prison Demon Sect has disappeared, it still has a secret inheritance after all.

"you mean"

Someone came to their senses and was surprised, "This Daxia Sun, isn't it?"

"I didn't say that."

The old man glanced at a few people and left floating, a few flickering, and disappeared into the yellow sand.

Only a group of martial arts practitioners were left, either greatly disappointed, or shook their heads and sighed, and some were thoughtful after hearing the old man's words.

However, for a while, no one left, but the voice became more and more noisy, and various discussions were rampant.

"Okay, little brats, let's all go away!"

A cold drink exploded, like the howling of a cold current, covering the inside and outside, more ferocious than a sandstorm

"Why, I have to wait for a few to die before I can satisfy you?!"

Many martial arts practitioners outside the Hanlong Inn heard these words, and they all turned pale. They did not dare to stay any longer, and they all retreated.

"The rivers and lakes are far away, everyone will have a future!

On the third floor, a hair-haired Tuo snorted coldly, picked up his sword, dodged, and disappeared into the Hanlong Inn.

A master like him, even if he fights with people, is not willing to be watched by others.

They came here for the road ahead, for Tianmen, not to entertain these trashy snacks.

"Da Tou Tuo is still so violent."

A Taoist raised his sword and chuckled lightly, and also said goodbye.

Even when Sun En went to ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, they didn't have any intention of staying, let alone fighting for fun.

Only a moment later, the martial arts people outside the Hanlong Inn had not yet dispersed, and the third floor was already empty, and only Fan Zimin was left to taste the wine and food.

After a long while, I was full of food and drink, and there was no one inside or outside.

He just rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Come on, get a pen and paper!"

"coming!"

The guys who were waiting outside rushed to send pen and paper.

Fan Zimin flicked his long hair, touched his tongue with ink and ink, and smudged it. He just finished writing and wrote quickly.

In the 222nd year of Wangquan, on February 2, a generation of Tianjiao Sun En followed the footsteps of Daoist Wangquan to the desert sandstorm

Later, when the Hanlong Inn was broken and left here, it was known that the influence of Daoist Wangquan on later generations has been so great.

- The recorder, Fan Zimin.