Vol 2 Chapter 652: Legend of Jianghu

The world of Wanyang is the world behind the Tianmen in the legend of the Jiufu world.
An Qisheng already knew about this.
However, it is extremely difficult to open the heavenly gate from bottom to top, and from top to bottom, it is even more confusing.
The world of Wanyang Realm is vast, and there are plenty of inspirations. I don't know how many. With An Qisheng's cultivation at this time, he can't capture the Tianmen Qi that has been perceived in the Long Floating Realm.
The distance between the two heavens and the earth, no matter how close they are, is an unimaginable distance for individuals.
Without Tianmen, it would be difficult to span thousands of years.
However, there is nowhere to find the Tianmen, you can reach through the Tianmen. There have been many "Su Hui" in the years of the Wanyang Realm.
The person is not without a trace.
After 30 years of sitting in meditation, he gradually grasped something.
"You, you, who are you looking for?" An Qisheng stopped for a moment, and the few families in front of the Sun Mansion had already spoken tremblingly.
Zhu Dahai is more than three feet tall and looks like a giant. The visual impact on ordinary people can be said to be full.
In such a small city, even though they have seen a monk, where did they see a giant of this size?
"Tell your host to have a visitor."
An Qisheng said in a slow voice to relieve the tension in their hearts.
Those few family members didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly separated one person and went to tell the truth. The remaining few people stood in front of the door, neither entering nor retreating.
An Qisheng had no intention of embarrassing them, standing far away, not close, just looking at the sky above Sun's Mansion.
In terms of luck, it is vague and ethereal, but it is true and predictable.
There must be Yuqing in the house of goodness, and there must be surplus in the house of evil. The Sun's house has a good reputation in this city. The family did not start as a business or official family.
It is the wealth earned by the craftsmanship. For hundreds of years, there has been a lot of good deeds, and the city is well-known, and naturally there is luck.
However, there was a touch of blackness before this Qi Luck, and it was obviously vicious, so there were twists and turns before the fortune flourished.
According to ancient and modern legends, often after the house is shattered, only one child rises to comeback. There are many examples of killing the Quartet, but there are also reasons.
The cruelty of the heavens and the earth is reflected in all aspects. The gathering of energy in the body of a thousand people, and the gathering in one person, are two completely different concepts.
Soon, the door of Sun's mansion opened wide, and a group of people filed out. The old man who walked in the front stubbornly bowed his hands from a distance, with an extremely respectful expression:
"Old man Sun Zhengyi, I don't know how long to come, I missed a long way to welcome him, it is really a sin, a sin."
The old man was fairly calm, but many people behind him were panicked. Seeing Zhu Dahai's majestic body, their hands and feet were shaking.
They have some cultivation skills, but because of this, they are far more profound than those of the family.
"It's the poor way who came here presumptuously, Patriarch Sun, don't take offense."
An Qisheng smiled and looked peaceful.
However, the old man didn't dare to even dare to greet An Qisheng into the mansion enthusiastically.
Walked into Sun's Mansion among the crowd.
The city is not big, and the wealthy people in the city are naturally not too extravagant. Sun's mansion occupies a small area, but although the sparrow is small and has five internal organs, the water pavilion and rockery are everything.
The Sun Mansion and his party were worried and hopeful. They introduced An Qisheng into the main hall, and they were preparing wine and food.
"I don't know where the leader comes from? This time I came to my grandson house, but there is a need?"
Waved his hand to let the others go down, Sun Zhengyi began to knock on the side to test An Qisheng's intentions:
"If there is a need for me to wait, I will do my best to satisfy it."
"Patriarch does not have to be like this."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
Sun Zhengyi's cautiousness also represents the attitude of ordinary people in this world towards monks, fear, anxiety, caution, and a trace of yearning and awe.
Any monk, in any secular dynasty, among ordinary families, can almost do what they want.
"Should, should..."
Sun Zhengyi smiled, how dare you be careless?
He also has some cultivation bases and condensed his true form. Although he has never had much negotiation with the spiritual world, he has also met many monks.
But I have never seen such an unfathomable monk in front of the white-haired Taoist.
Don't say that this white-haired Taoist, just the burly giant man sitting at the door, has a terrifying breath that he has never seen before.
The gap is like a mountain like a sea, how dare he be careless?
"My name is Yuanyang, and this time I'm still thinking about moving, but I figured out that some of the Patriarch's descendants have some relationship with me..."
An Qisheng was straight to the point and stated his purpose directly.
After sitting in meditation for thirty years, although he could not find the place of the heavenly gate in Jiufu Realm, he also caught the traces of other ascending people.
Of course, this is more than just a reason for cultivation.
It was he who first knew who the Ascender was, and he had a spiritual imprint, and was able to track it, but even so, it took him thirty years to find the trace of Sun En!
"Does the Daoist want to accept disciples?"
Sun Zhengyi was surprised at first, then overjoyed.
A monk does not associate with mortals, just as a dragon does not live with a snake. When an ordinary person sees a monk, he will either have enmity or benevolence, otherwise, he will have the method of master and apprentice.
Hearing that An Qisheng was coming to accept disciples, his heart suddenly fell to the ground.
"Right."
An Qisheng nodded, with a touch of nostalgia in the depths of his eyes.
In a daze, I remembered the child who survived on the cliff after the sect was destroyed.
That is one of his few old friends.
"Thanks to the Taoist commander's consideration, my grandson family is flattered."
Sun Zhengyi eagerly flexed his hands and hurriedly called out: "The third child, bring out all the little boys in the family, don't miss anything!"
"Patriarch, don't worry."
An Qisheng tapped the table, and the old man suddenly became quiet.
"Said Master."
Sun Zhengyi looked respectful.
"Calculating the time, there should be another hour, two quarters of an hour before your grandson will be born..."
An Qisheng's eyes were faint.
Faintly, he perceives the changes in the surrounding celestial phenomena, which are extremely subtle and cannot be noticed by concentration.
"what?"
Sun Zhengyi was taken aback, and then he screamed in his heart, as if he was thinking of something, his complexion changed slightly.
Although he has many heirs, there are not so many heirs to remember.
His expectant daughter-in-law seems to be only that one.
can.......
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The big day is in the sky, the world is shining all over the world, the radiance is shining, and the glory is endless.
The moon sets and the sun rises.
In the early morning, there should be a bit of coolness, but above the western desert, it is extremely hot and difficult to handle. People in it, if there is no deep inner strength, they will sweat.
Rustle~
The wind was blowing yellow sand, and a horse rushed forward, and then a cloud of smoke spread like a dragon for hundreds of meters.
It can be seen how fast the horse's feet are.
Seeing this scene, the merchant in Mohai suddenly exclaimed.
The horse is well-proportioned and slender, its hair is like fire, and it is extremely majestic. It walks on the sand, but it can perform light work much faster than ordinary masters.
"The Scarlet Fire Chasing Horse! That is the top steed trained by Wang Quandao. According to legend, a Scarlet Fire Chasing Horse is worth 100,000 gold!"
"One hundred thousand gold? You think too much, it's priceless at all! This red fire chasing horse is said to be the offspring of the king's mount, which is several times faster than the dragon horse!
I heard that this horse eats only spiritual rice, is extremely strong, can run for 11 thousand miles a day and night, and is not allowed to rest for several days. Who is the person here? "
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Traders who can travel north and south are naturally knowledgeable, and that horse came from a distance and was recognized by many people.
All were a little shocked.
Today, there are recognized Three Treasures, King Power Sword, Red Fire Chasing Horse, Ling Ya Mi.
Either one is enough to cause countless people to chase, but there are only a few that can really be obtained. The King Power Sword is spiritual, and it will choose the master for a hundred years.
People who are not talented and unparalleled are not available, and the latter two are relatively good, but they are only relative to the sword of kingship.
The vast majority of people are hard to see in this lifetime.
Without him, I cherish it too much.
Such as this red fire chasing horse, it is the pure-blooded offspring of the king's Taoist mount. God knows how difficult it is to make that red horse give birth.
Ling Ya Mi, also from the royal power, the number is relatively large, but it is only relative.
Phoo~
The wind and sand drifted away, and the red light disappeared, only for a moment, it had disappeared from the sight of everyone in the caravan.
The speed was too fast and too fast. There were hundreds of people in the entire caravan. No one could see who the man was immediately. He could only see that he was wearing black clothes with slight frost on his temples.
"Ah! I remember!"
Suddenly, someone in the caravan yelled, attracting the attention of others.
"Do you still remember, UU reading www.uukanshu.com the February 2nd appointment?!"
The man's expression was agitated, and his body was trembling.
"Hanhai Longsha on February 2nd?!"
The others were also surprised.
February 2 is not a special day, but in this vast sea, it is not.
In this vast sea, February 2 is a very special day.
Once, the Supreme Master Wangquan Taoist, on February 2nd, at the Hanlong Inn, would hunt the heroes and invite the world to be the best.
In one fell swoop established its status as the supreme master.
This day was also remembered by the entire Hanhai and even the whole rivers and lakes. Every February 2nd of the year, many martial artists come here.
In the place where the kings and Taoists feasted the devil, killed the Arhat, and the king of runners, drinking wine.
"Yes, three years ago, the hero Sun En once said that on February 2, three years later, he would entertain the heroes of the world at Hanlong Inn!"
At this time, everyone remembered.
Isn't the master who rides the "Red Fire Chasing Wind Horse" the master of the world who wants to participate in the banquet of the hero Sun En? !
The crowd was inexplicably excited.
In the sky, a muffled thunder also sounded, and then, there was a rhythm of a violent wind.
Click~
The electric snake danced across the sky, and the sky changed.
Outside the Hanlong Inn, crowds are surging.
Countless martial artists carried knives and swords, waiting quietly everywhere in the yellow sand. Although there were hundreds of people, there was no sound.
On the third floor of Hanlong Inn, Sun En was sitting by the window with a calm expression.
"Grandpa An..."
He raised his glass to the wind, under his long white eyebrows, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and there seemed to be endless waves hidden in it:
"After two hundred years, I finally taste the loneliness of your old man..."