Vol 2 Chapter 654: recorder

The sound of long laughter echoed in the vast sea, suppressing the sound of howling wind and sand in the sky.
The moment the rainbow broke through, the dark clouds that rolled and spread for hundreds of thousands of miles gradually dissipated.
"Junior Brother Sun..."
On the top of Wangquan Mountain, on the huge Taiji Dojo, an aunt sat in it, embracing yin and yang, looking far into the void, seeming to see the rainbow light above the extreme west desert.
Her eyes were as peaceful as autumn water, and the little friend who had been timid to play with herself had already soared.
Sigh gently, with envy and blessing:
"Good journey...I wonder, can you see the teacher?"
In the two hundred years, she, Yan Kaiyu, Zhang Haohao, Liu Ming and others have traveled almost all over the world, searching for the traces of the teacher again and again.
Today, the only place I have never been is after Tianmen.
Tianmen.....
"Junior Brother Sun, it's so free and easy."
A whisper sounded, and under the sun, a person appeared in the dojo like a ghost, with long hair hanging down on his shoulders, no hair, no crown.
Big sleeves flutter, like a folk madman.
"After all, the teacher likes him the most."
The Taoist whispered.
But it was recalling the timid but determined little boy when he first saw him.
The teacher led him, straddling the horse to the chivalrous gate, presiding over the heroes, showing peerless style.
"Junior sister, are you thinking about the teacher again?"
The middle-aged Taoist retracted his eyes, looked at his junior sister, and sighed slightly.
Until now, there is almost nothing he can't do in this world, but unfortunately, the teacher, there is no trace of it.
"Brother, are you going down the mountain?"
The Taoist aunt calmed down and looked at the compass held by the Taoist. The compass was left by the teacher to carry the'spiritual will'.
It is the ‘Key of the Secret Realm of Reincarnation’.
"Yes."
The middle-aged Taoist nodded, his expression a little sad: "Uncle Han, the end of life is within three days, I'm going to see him for the last time..."
Life ends sometimes, regardless of whether it is an emperor or a grandmaster.
"That day has come."
The Taoist aunt shook her head and didn't say much, urging the brother to go.
The latter nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by her again.
"How sure is it to be strong?"
The Taoist asked.
The middle-aged Taoist man stroked his long beard and pondered slightly: "Five to five."
"Try one or two, it is also good..."
The Taoist look slowly.
"Senior sister will wait a few days, and the brother will go back."
The Taoist put away the compass, his body was like wind and smoke, and disappeared on the top of Wangquan Mountain in a flash.
......
Heaven and earth are not static, all man-made things will eventually wear out.
More than two hundred years of wind and rain, even the "Fengdu City", known as the world's most powerful city, 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 slowly. Behind them was a Taoist with half white and half black hair.
The three of them were silent until they got up to the attic above the city wall and still remained silent.
"Flicker, it's been more than two hundred years, today, or the last time you and my master and apprentice met."
The old man coughed slightly.
He was already very old, so old that his vitality had shrunk, and his blood began to emit a rotten breath.
In the face of the true limit, all internal forces, true qi, seemed 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 corner of his eyes, covering the gloom in his eyes:
"The teacher should know that the reason why the King of Wheels does not die is not how great he is, but because the ancestor changed his'Ferris Wheel Law'..."
The immortality of the king of runners surprised many people, but for Wang Quandao, it was no secret.
One of the reasons why the King of Wheels was able to be reborn was that he was indeed full of divine will, very talented, and had the ‘Ferris Wheel Method’ inherited by the Zhuanlun Temple.
But the most important thing is the plan of the Taoist king...
"When I was very young, my teacher and your ancestor accepted me as a disciple. At that time, he was also very old, and his martial arts were far inferior to you and me..."
Han Chang Palace overlooked Fengdu City under the sea of ​​clouds, and memories flashed in his slightly muddy eyes.
People are getting old, it seems that you cherish the past.
Or in other words, cherish the life you have gone through, and all the people you have seen and everything you have seen in this life.
Huang Fu listened quietly, even with these words, he had heard of it more than once.
"At that time, I was wondering what the teacher was so open-minded, such a calm mind, what was afraid of...
At this time, I finally knew that he was afraid of death, afraid of disappearing between heaven and earth. "
Han Changgong said slowly, and was a little panting. It seemed that the blood and qi had declined to the limit.
"Teacher, stop talking." Huang Fu was a little worried, and stepped forward to help him.
"If you don't say it during your lifetime, you will have no chance after you die."
Han Changgong let go of the boy who was holding him. Amid the worries of the latter, he sat down, his expression calm, his voice fluctuating:
"My life is worthwhile. I can't live as long as I can, so why ask for more..."
Han Chang Palace has a quiet heart, overlooking the businessmen inside and outside the city.
Ninety percent of his life has been devoted to this city, and this city will send him his death, and he is complete.
"Ok?"
At a certain moment, Huang Fu raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be countless pictures flowing like a waterfall in his eyes.
It seems that I have also seen what happened in the extreme west desert.
Sun En, have you really reached this point?
"I thought it was Mu Qingliu who would take this step. I didn't want to be Sun En."
Han Changgong seems to have seen it too, his expression is a bit complicated: "The posterity is terrible!"
After being surpassed by later generations, he would not care, but that, after all, was the gate of heaven, after the kings of power took away the gods and soldiers, until now.
Sun En, is the second person who shattered the void and ascended to heaven.
The first one is Yan fanatic.
It is precisely because of the infinite approach to this step that Han Changgong knows how difficult this step is and how difficult it is to cross.
"Mu Qingliu was born so well, Mu Qingfeng's inheritance of swordsmanship, the great opportunity of the Supreme Demon Slayer Sword Master, one of the two is already a great fortune. Both exist, but they are not as pure as Sun En."
Huang Fu saw it more clearly than Han Changgong.
"Perhaps it is."
Han Changgong didn't have much energy to think about other things. He nodded, but saw the middle-aged Taoist who came with the crowd on the official road in the distance.
He frowned, suddenly:
"Nephew Zhang?"
The brow furrowed, and the tone became a bit repellent.
"What a stubborn old man..."
Zhang Hao felt helpless.
When I was about to say something, I heard a muffled noise and looked up, only to see Huang Fu just retracted his palm.
"When a person is old, it is easy to get into the horns and cannot convince him."
"...Senior Brother Huang is a good method." Zhang Hao put down his hands and saved himself from offending Uncle Han. Of course he had no opinion.
"It hasn't been long since I, when I go to apologize, the teacher should always think about it."
Huang Fu looked at his palm.
Teacher, you slapped me for hundreds of years, and I slapped you back.
Not too much?
......
Inside and outside the Hanlong Inn, a group of martial arts people watched the break through the sky, pulling the red light of the searing air, their expressions changed for a while, and they were a little startled.
This, is this gone?
Has the anticipated battle ended before it started?
"Is that all?"
Suddenly, some martial arts people shook their heads in disappointment, with a sense of being extinguished by cold water when they just got up.
I just feel a little anticlimactic.
"You have underestimated Sun Daxia, and you can't understand what this scene represents."
Seeing that many martial artists were uninterested, an old man knocked on the pipe pot and sneered:
"The ancient and modern shattered the void, and those who ascend to the gate of heaven have to fight against the enemy, burn everything, and win the line of wisdom!
The Demon Venerable who was stronger than that year must invite the world to fight, and finally got the help of the Patriarch of King Power before breaking through the gate of heaven..."
At this point, the old man said nothing.
It is not good to slander the predecessors. Although the Six Prison Demon Sect has disappeared, there is still a secret inheritance after all.
"You mean..."
Someone woke up and was surprised: "This Sun Daxia, isn't it..."
"I didn't say this."
The old man glanced at a few people and left floating, a few flashes, already disappeared in the yellow sand.
Only a group of martial arts people were left, or they were disappointed, or shook their heads and sighed, and some were thoughtful when they heard the old man's words.
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"Okay, boys, all go away!"
A cold drink exploded, like a cold current, shrouded inside and outside, more fierce than sandstorms:
"Why, I have to wait for a few deaths to make you satisfied?!"
Many martial arts people outside Hanlong Inn heard these words, all of their discoloration changed, and they did not dare to stay anymore, and they retreated one after another.
"There is a long way to go, you will have a period of time!
On the third floor, a hair-dressed Tou Tuo gave a cold snort, lifted the Caution Sword, and disappeared into the Hanlong Inn.
A master like him, even when fighting against others, is not happy for others to watch.
They came here for the road ahead, for the gate of heaven, not for the pleasure of making these wasteful snacks.
"Da Toutuo is still such a violent temper."
A Taoist chuckled with a sword, and bowed farewell to himself.
Since Sun En went, they had no intention of staying, let alone the desire to make people happy.
In just a few moments, the martial arts people outside the Hanlong Inn had not yet dispersed. The third floor was empty, and only Fan Zimin was slowly tasting the food and wine.
After a long while, there was no one inside or outside.
He rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "Come here, get paper and pen!"
"coming!"
The waiting guys are busy sending papers and pens.
Fan Zimin flicked his long hair, brushed his tongue, and smudged, before he started writing, he was swiftly writing:
In the 222nd year of King Power, on February 2nd, a generation of Tianjiao Sun En, traced the footsteps of the Taoist Taoists to the desert sand...
Then he broke into the Hanlong Inn and left...So far, it is known that the influence of the Taoist kings in later generations has reached such an extent.
Recorder, Fan Zimin.