The Great Tao Chronicle

Chapter 482 The young man who is about to arrive is Su Jie.

Su Jie's temperament is outstanding, and in An Qisheng's eyes, it is Zhong Lingliu Xiu, who is worthy of luck. All such people are the trend-setters of the times and the sons of one-time luck.

This is not difficult to understand. If the magnetic field of heaven and earth is compared to countless lines, then Su Jie is the node where the vertical and horizontal meet.

Such a person, who is engaged in politics, can slaughter and hold a province, and is a big official in the territory. If he can take advantage of his strength, he will not know if he can go further, and when he learns the text, he also has a flash of inspiration. research giant.

Wushu is naturally the same.

In fact, in the trajectory that An Qisheng once saw, this Su Jie will be a great master of the generation three hundred years after Gu Changfeng, linking the past and the future.

This is not a great master with a respectful title like Jianshen, but an analogy to the history of Xuanxing, such as Gu Changfeng, Zhang Sanfeng, Bodhidharma, and Chen Tuan, the great masters who have been passed down through the ages.

The ultimate hero.

How terrifying such a character is, can be seen from the many legends left behind by Gu Changfeng's ghost in the human world. Of course, there is a reason why he has a fragment of Taoism in his body.

Its own talent cannot be ignored.

Su Jie also has such potential.

Of course, force majeure cannot be encountered in this process.

For example, An Qisheng made a move at this time.

Under such circumstances, even if Xuanxing's two polar giants and millions of elites from the sea, land and air forces all protect him, it will not help him.

He wants to kill, and no one can stop him.

Of course, he has always been a peaceful person, and he will not attack people for no reason.

"you"

Su Jie was covered in hair by An Qisheng's eyes, like a little white rabbit being stared at by a dragon, and he couldn't help trembling.

But even so, his chest heaved a few times, and he stretched out his hands to hold An Qisheng's hand:

"Mr. An, I haven't thanked you for saving your life."

Of course he knew An Qisheng.

Not to mention the life-saving grace in the outer suburbs of Los Angeles more than a year ago, the shocking battle on Wudang Mountain half a year ago made him unforgettable.

He didn't even think that as soon as he came back to Luocheng, he would meet this great grand master who was standing at the top of the world.

He was made a man taller than Mount Everest by his own coach Porter.

"How are you going to thank me?"

An Qisheng let go of his hand, and a strange ripple appeared in Su Jie's eyes.

Can you meet the invincible old senior casually, is it worthy of being a child of luck for a while?

In his eyes, Su Jie naturally has no secrets.

This young man has only been in the martial arts for more than two years. He didn't even have a teacher. He just signed up for a special summer training in a martial arts school. real stuff.

After that, I met a second-hand leader of the Daxuan Begging Association, and I saw Potter, the **** of martial arts, and entered the threshold of martial arts.

After less than three years, it was already dark.

Such an encounter is, of course, more than a coincidence.

"what?"

Su Jie was stunned, as if he did not expect An Qisheng to say this.

"I've been in a lot of trouble along the way. Since I met you, invite me to a meal."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, and walked towards the breakfast shop not far from the road.

Su Jie was a little absent-minded. He remembered that Potter had told him that when he saw the gods and warriors, he would not eat grains indiscriminately.

how is this

He was full of doubts, but he still followed quickly. The former's pacing, in his opinion, contained a lot of martial arts principles.

Los Angeles people love soup.

Beef soup, mutton soup, donkey soup, tofu soup, meatball soup, Hu spicy soup, can be said to be a wide variety.

At this time, it was just dawn, and a strong smell of Hu spicy soup almost enveloped the entire Los Angeles.

An Qisheng randomly found a roadside stall and ordered a bowl of Hu spicy soup, two pieces of meat, Xiaolong Baozi, and a small plate of sauerkraut.

Simple, yet full of flavour.

In his memory, such a simple breakfast had not been eaten for hundreds of years.

At this time, I was eating steamed buns and drinking Hu spicy soup, only to feel calm.

It sounds nice to eat and sleep in the open air, but in fact, the gods have a desire to eat and drink. Although he can swallow the wind and exhale, he does not need to be taboo, and he cannot even eat the incense of the world.

"Mr. An, I heard that warriors like you have stopped eating five grains, what are you doing?"

Su Jie was in doubt and asked directly.

"If you don't eat five grains, what do you eat? When practicing boxing, you can't just focus on nutrition, nutritious meals, and bigu pills. They look good, but they don't taste good."

An Qisheng chewed the buns slowly, and after eating one, he opened his mouth and said:

"People follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, the heaven follows the Tao, the Tao follows the naturalness, and the boxing method is like this. The sun rises and sets, the moon rises and the moon disappears, the tide rises and falls, and the wind blows and clouds disperse. There is no need. what should be."

"Natural Law"

Su Jie was thoughtful.

"Confucius said that when you are over seventy years old, you can do whatever you want without breaking the rules. This rule is the rule of heaven, and it is also your own rule."

An Qi raised his hand, and the chopsticks were already resting on Su Jie's neck.

"Mr. An!"

Su Jie was startled, but only felt that his hands and feet were numb, and he couldn't move.

But he couldn't sense An Qisheng's sudden move.

"However, this rule is not a rule in the ordinary sense."

As An Qisheng said, he picked up his chopsticks slightly, and he raised his head involuntarily:

"What do you want to do most at this time?"

Just at this moment, the sun was streaming down, and the refraction through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the tall building shone on Su Jie's eyes.

The morning sun was not so dazzling, but looking directly at the sun still made his eyes sore, but Su Jie couldn't close his eyes, and after a while, two lines of tears flowed down:

"If you want to blink, close your eyes."

"Sunrise and sunset are the rules of heaven and earth. If you want to blink your eyes are sore, it's your own rules. Others, such as eating when you are hungry, resting when you are sleepy, are all rules."

An Qisheng put down his chopsticks and said lightly:

"You practice very mixed, there are Shaolin Waijiaquan, Wudang Innerquanquan, military killing boxing, and Western boxing, but no matter what kind of boxing, whether it is foreign or inner, it is human's boxing, not immortal. fist.

You have to obey, rely on, and abide by the rules of the body. If it hurts, it is wrong. If you hate it, it is wrong. If you are happy, it is right. "

Being a human being in two worlds and traveling across the three worlds, he has learned so much and so many things. No one can compare to him since ancient times. His understanding of boxing has far surpassed that of Su Jie at this time.

Boxing, no matter whether it is inside or outside the home, to practice well, you must immerse yourself in it, and you must invest in it. This investment is not only mental investment, but also physical investment.

The mind needs happiness, and the body needs it too.

Practicing boxing in an emotional state and making the body happy is the entrance to boxing.

'Uh'

I asked myself, why did I say so much?

Su Jie wiped the corners of his eyes, thought for a while, but also smiled bitterly:

"Then, what about God's rules?"

"Then it depends on what rules you comprehend from heaven and earth."

An Qisheng unhurriedly ate the last bun, wiped his hands, saw that Su Jie was still in a daze, and said again:

"Remember to pay the bill."

Su Jie raised his head and couldn't help shouting:

"Mr. An, why are you telling me this?"

An Qisheng paced forward without looking back:

"Then, of course it's up to me."

"As I Want"

Su Jie kept chewing these words in his mouth, as if he had gained something in his heart, but also seemed not to understand anything.

After a long time, the Hu spicy soup in front of him was no longer steaming, and he came back to his senses.

An Qisheng could no longer see it, but he inadvertently swept it and saw an acacia sign on the table at some point.

It seemed to depict a door that was pushed open.

Exquisite workmanship and vivid depiction.

What did An Qisheng lose?

No, how could such a great master lose something, even if a speck of dust is pulled down, they can feel it.

So, this is what he left to himself?

Su Jie had a thought in his heart, and he stretched out his hand and pinched the acacia sign.

Start cold, straight to the heart.

Su Jie only felt a daze in his heart, and he couldn't help clenching the acacia wood sign:

"This is"

Northwest Mountains.

In the silver-white base hall, a group of people walked in a hurry. Wang Zhixuan, Qinglong, Baihu, Prisoner Niu and others all looked at the full-screen projector in front of them with solemn expressions.

All the senior officials and team members of the Special Affairs Bureau were also silent as a rock.

"The success rate of simulating the three-phase bomb to destroy the zombie king is 16.9%, the reason for the failure"

"The success rate of simulating space-based weapons to destroy the zombie king is 11.2%, and the possible reasons for failure"

"The success rate of simulating genetic weapons to destroy the zombie king is 10.3%, the possible reasons for failure"

"Fail"

In the empty hall, the artificial intelligence Yinglong's icy synthetic voice kept ringing.

Every time it sounded, the faces of everyone in the hall became solemn, because every sound sounded, it meant that their plan failed.

"All right!"

Qinglong let out a low voice, and Yinglong suddenly stopped talking.

"There are hundreds of destruction plans, but the one with the highest success rate is only 50%"

Qinglong's face was solemn, and a hint of powerlessness rose in his heart.

He has rarely had such powerlessness in his life, but this monster is beyond their imagination, it seems that it cannot be destroyed at all.

"Qinglong, if there is no better plan."

Bai Hu lowered his head and said softly, "Five percent is not impossible."

"impossible!"

Before he finished speaking, Qinglong waved his hand and interrupted it: "All the weapons in the plan are extremely harmful. There is no 80%, no, 90% certainty, and you must not act rashly!"

"It seems that the only way to put it into space is to use the sun to destroy it."

Prisoner Niu looked at the lines of scarlet words on the projection screen, his eyes narrowed.

"no."

This time, Wang Zhixuan waved her hand to refuse:

"The uncertainty of 50% is too great. If it can't be destroyed, but the talisman that sealed him is burned, the problem is too big."

Wang Zhixuan also had a slight headache.

Ever since he learned about the existence of Zombie King Zhushang, until now, Ying Long has proposed many plans, but none of them can increase the success rate to more than 50%.

And 50% is whether it is successful or not. For gamblers, of course, they can gamble, but for them, it is not.

A failure, the consequences will be terrifying.

The events in the Himalayas are enough to shock the world.

And what she is more worried about is Mars instead.

What kind of monster was that that set off a sandstorm that made the entire Mars almost burn?

"How about sending it to Mars and detonating an antimatter bomb at the same time?"

Someone else suggested.

"The antimatter bomb has not yet been tested, and if something goes wrong, the problem will only be bigger, and its power may not be able to destroy the zombie king."

Someone suggested it, and naturally someone opposed it.

"How do you know if you don't try it? This is one of the two solutions with the highest success rate. With our reserves, it is enough to clean the half of Mars."

"What if it doesn't work?"

In the hall, the higher-ups became more and more excited as they talked. They had been suppressed for too long and could not express it. At this time, they were like powder kegs in fairy tales, and they exploded at one point.

"Okay, let's talk about it later. We know too little about this zombie king. One day later, we may have a little more confidence and wait for Yinglong's follow-up plan."

Qinglong shook his head, but still refused.

He rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired:

"Submit the simulation results of the plan first, if the above agrees"

The matter is of great importance, and it is not easy to make a decision. Even, even with a 90% success rate, they will not be the ones who actually issue the destruction order.

Of course, a big reason is that they have one and only one chance.

Once it fails, it will be a more tragic catastrophe than it was three hundred years ago!

"Yes."

The projection was turned off, and all the high-level officials of the special affairs bureau dispersed.

In place, only Qinglong, Baihu, and Wang Zhixuan were left.

"Only a month away"

After the crowd retreated, Yinglong's electronically synthesized voice sounded again:

"To be precise, thirty-six days, twelve hours, eighteen minutes, and forty-three seconds."

What 'Yinglong' said was the time when the talisman that sealed the golden coffin expired, or, in other words, the time when the zombie king got out of trouble.

"Be ready at all times."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at Qinglong:

"It's up to you to do the plan. I'm not worried about Xueshan. I'm going to keep an eye on it."

"Go."

Qinglong sat on a chair and covered his face with his hands, unable to hide his exhaustion:

"A month, a month"

An Qisheng only stayed with his parents in Xingcheng for two weeks.

had to leave.

For many parents, the day their child doesn't go to school, they become an adult.

Now that you are an adult, you will naturally start a family and start a business.

Therefore, An Qisheng didn't enjoy the warmth of home for a few days, but met his parents' urging marriage

This point, he also expected, but also a little bit dumbfounded.

But marriage is naturally impossible.

If he doesn't cultivate the way of heaven, he still has seven emotions and six desires, but getting married is not necessary for him.

Marriage is nothing but mutual support and union, inheritance of future generations, and leaving traces of oneself in the heaven and earth.

But for An Qisheng, this is not the case.

With his current cultivation base~www.readwn.com~, even if there is no progress in the slightest, even in this mysterious place, he can still live for a thousand years.

Twenty years is a generation, and a thousand years is five hundred generations!

What's more, some of the female cultivators in the human realm didn't catch his eye, not to mention those rubbing eyes and eyebrows above Xuan Xing, but in his eyes, they were just piles of carbohydrates and vulgar powder.

But the world is full of immortals who are not filial, and it is impossible for him to influence his parents' thoughts by means.

So, after staying at home for a few days, he left again.

Of course, apart from this, the more important reason for him to leave is naturally the Zombie King Zhushang.

He didn't forget the time when the emperor's eleventh evil and the zombie king Zhushang escaped.

After so long, it was time to meet this zombie king.

By the way, solve the problem.