Great Dao Ji

Staring into the sky, there seemed to be a flash of blue light in the eyeless eyes.

Once and for all, the realm will not fall, and all kinds of supernatural powers will be at ease.

He entered the realms of dreams and was respected for several lifetimes. Even though there was a lack of self-destruction in his inner soul at this time, and there were untouchable disasters outside, he was not someone who could be manipulated by others.

One, one hour?

Gong Yangyan's heart trembled, and he was filled with emotions such as surprise, disbelief, etc., but he subconsciously ignored the word 'you' in his sect leader's words.

"Door, door master."

He wanted to say something else, but An Qisheng didn't want to waste any more words and went straight out the door.

‘Could it be that the sect master has not lost his cultivation, but has developed some magical power that he cannot see through? ’

Gong Yangyan was full of doubts and didn't know where his sect leader came from to be so confident.

The old sect master had been condensing the elixir for many years and was proficient in all kinds of magical powers, but he still died at the hands of Lin Baimei from Pingbo Tower. Even if the sect master had an unexpected encounter, could he still surpass the old sect master?

He really wanted to ask, but it was obvious that An Qisheng had gone far, but he could only lead the big donkey and follow step by step.

"It's here again, it's here again! It's been quiet for about ten days, and then it's here again!"

"What exactly happened in the mountains? Is there really a great demon about to be born?"

"It had no impact the previous times. Isn't it a false alarm this time?"

At this time, Blue Mountain City was quite lively. The roaring sound coming from a distance was louder than the thunder from the blue. No one could not be unsettled by the rumble and vibration.

Some people are worried, some are frightened, some are irritable, and some are comforting themselves.

The atmosphere of the entire city changed, and there was noise and noise everywhere.

Pedestrians were walking in a hurry on the street, some were standing upstairs and looking far away, and some were hurriedly going home. Many soldiers were already wearing armor and patrolling back and forth. The city gate was closed immediately.

The wind is roaring!

Dragons have their own ways, rats have their own ways. Ordinary people do not have the magical power to move mountains and fill seas, but they have their own cautious ways of survival.

The secular world and the spiritual world coexist under the same sky, but they are distinct from each other. It is rare and extremely difficult to transcend between the two.

It is naturally extremely difficult for ordinary people to set foot in the world of spiritual practice. If practitioners want to interfere in the world of mortals, there are mountains like Dazhou standing in front of them.

But even so, how can it erase ordinary people's fear of natural disasters?

Gong Yangyan was not surprised by the scene in front of him, but Qiao Qier's breathing was a little rough.

In the previous conversation between the two of them, he couldn't understand the mention of the 'Wanfa Chaozong' and 'Great Zhou Edict'.

But he also knew that there was a murderous man who was hunting down this little old man, or in other words, he was chasing after this senior who he wanted to become his disciple but failed.

How could he remain calm?

"Just go to the inner city."

An Qisheng spoke calmly, his tone was calm, but it seemed to have magical power, calming the panic in Qiao Qier's heart.

The latter took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the inner city.

Although Blue Mountain City is divided into two cities, the inner and outer cities, there is also a moat between the two cities, which is clearly separated from each other.

Although people from the outer city are not allowed to enter, nothing happens, and no residents from the outer city go to the inner city.

Without him, just the cost of entering the city is beyond the reach of ordinary people from outside the city.

"With this number plate, you can stay in the inner city for one day. If you have a place to stay before dark, you can stay in the inner city. If not, you must leave the city, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

The soldiers guarding the city glanced coldly at Qiao Qier and An Qisheng, but seemed not to see the little old man holding the big donkey.

"Thank you, sir."

Qiao Qier was naturally good-natured and had a piece of purple gold in his pocket. Naturally, he didn't care about the money to enter the city. He took the waist card and led An Qisheng into the inner city.

The inner city wall is tall and thick, and the city gate is five or six feet long. It is smooth everywhere, and there are faint lines underneath.

"This pattern"

An Qisheng suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to touch the untouchable lines under the cold wall. His mind was a little wandering for a moment.

Gong Yangyan was anxious in his heart. Seeing An Qisheng stop, he couldn't help but look at the wall, but he didn't see anything strange.

There is a formation in the city, which is a common thing for him.

Qiao Qier looked confused and didn't know anything at all.

The next moment, Gong Yangyan reacted, and his suspicion became deeper and deeper: "Master, don't you know the origin of these formations?"

An Qisheng retracted his palm, and there was no change in mood or anger. He just asked, "You know?"

"For practitioners, it's pretty well known to everyone."

Gong Yangyan took a deep look at An Qisheng, and the meaning was self-evident.

Everyone knows something, why is it like you are seeing it for the first time?

He had deeper doubts in his heart. If he hadn't been convinced that the 'Xianlian' would not make mistakes, he would have doubted whether the person in front of him was the 'Hongxuan Taoist' he knew.

But An Qisheng didn't care: "Let's talk about it."

He had no intention of changing his behavior in order to hide this little old man, but he would not tell him directly.

You can guess, it’s up to you.

If you can't guess, that's up to you.

"this"

Gong Yangyan was stunned by An Qisheng's attitude, and then he suppressed his doubts and spoke concisely:

"Of all the cities in the Great Zhou Dynasty, only a few are newly built, and most of them are inherited from the previous dynasty, the Great Xia. According to legend, the various formations in this city originated from the Confucian master."

The territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty was vast, but people were all gathered in the cities. Although there were some towns in the wild, most of them existed in the south.

Not to mention the nights when ghosts are rampant, even for a hundred days, the occasional wild beasts and demons, big and small, can easily destroy villages and towns.

The reason why the city is difficult to shake is not only due to the imperial edict of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also due to the protection of this formation.

In a sense, the cities dotted all over the world were the foundation for the Zhou Dynasty to maintain its rule.

"Master Daxia"

An Qisheng's thoughts moved slightly, and all kinds of information about Daxia collected by the three-hearted blue soul boy were already flowing out of his heart.

Daxia was the first unified dynasty before the Zhou Dynasty and even in the history of Nanzhan.

According to legend, the Great Xia was almost unified in those days. It had a cloud of masters and was so powerful that it even spanned the ocean and touched the three continents of Dongsheng, Xihe and Beiju.

It was an extremely splendid imperial dynasty, as bright as the sun.

However, it prospered and then declined, the second generation was immoral, and the country was destroyed after thousands of years of establishment, which became the cornerstone of the rise of the three great dynasties in Nanzhan.

Unfortunately, there is very little information.

Xi Yingqing and others, or anyone An Qisheng met when he came to this world, all have similar understandings of those years, and they are not very clear.

On the contrary, there are relatively more records about that Master, and nothing else but the Taoism passed down by that Master.

It still exists today.

Confucianism is a prominent school after Taoism and Buddhism. It is said that the great minister of the Zhou dynasty was a disciple of Confucianism.

"You" Gong Yangyan hesitated, a trace of struggle flashed on his face, as if he wanted to ask something.

In the end, he still sighed.

"This formation seems simple, even crude, but in fact it is extremely clever."

He didn't ask, and An Qisheng pretended not to know, and just praised: "Otherwise, it would be difficult to pass it on for such a long time. That master is amazing."

The more complex and sophisticated the formation, the more powerful it may be, and the more troublesome it will be to maintain and repair it.

Some things, the simpler, the better.

The legendary Confucian master obviously understood this truth and was in line with An Qisheng's wishes.

"The Master is unique throughout the ages, so he is naturally very remarkable."

Before Gong Yangyan opened his mouth, a slightly older voice sounded from the inner city.

"Um?"

Gong Yangyan's heart was shocked, and there was a hint of disbelief in his old eyes. With his cultivation level, he was not able to notice this person before he spoke.

"Unique through the ages."

An Qisheng chewed this sentence again, without comment, but also stepped into the inner city.

After walking through the city gate several feet in length, the view suddenly widened.

The street, long enough for eight horses to walk side by side, is straight and neat, stretching from the front to the distance, with buildings such as restaurants, inns, teahouses, and workshops lined up on both sides.

It looks clean, tidy, and elegant.

Sometimes, the distance between two completely different worlds is just a wall.

What makes the inner city superior to the outer city is not just the formations, not just the neatness, but even the colors are completely different.

In the outer city, both the buildings and the residents' clothing are mostly gray, and white is rarely seen.

But the inner city is different. The various colors, not only the clothes, but also the buildings are more pleasing to the eye than those in the outer city.

Pedestrians coming and going were surprised by the roaring sounds that came from far away from time to time, but few of them panicked.

The magnanimity, spirit, and state must be better than those in the outer city.

Separated by a wall, there are two worlds.

"Inner City."

Qiao Qier murmured, and her shoulders, which had been straight since she learned martial arts, lowered unconsciously.

Facing the hustle and bustle of the inner city, I unconsciously shrank my shoes with exposed toes.

The whole person became very cramped, but deep in his eyes, there was a lot of desire.

This scene was naturally seen by those who were interested.

Near the city gate, under an old pine tree, an old scholar in a green shirt sat on the ground, holding an ancient scroll in his hand. At this time, he was looking at the three people and the donkey indifferently.

His eyes first glanced at the little old man leading the donkey: "A mediocre person is old, which is more pathetic and ridiculous."

"you!"

Gong Yangyan's eyelids twitched and he was about to have a seizure, but after looking at the calm An Qisheng, he endured it.

But he was on guard in his heart. The origin of this old scholar was unknown, and his cultivation seemed to be as good as his own. It was hard to say whether he was an enemy or a friend.

The old Confucian ignored him, glanced at Qiao Qier again, and said calmly: "You have the appearance of a middle-aged man, you have desires but lack the strength. Even if you have some fate, you will never be able to achieve elegance."

"I"

Qiao Qier opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

"Ha~"

An Qisheng had a smile on his face, and glanced at the old man with his fearful eyes: "There is something interesting about a Confucian scholar giving instructions to a Taoist."

"Confucianism does not criticize fate, but it knows fate."

The old Confucian patted the ancient scroll and looked at An Qisheng with a leisurely expression: "Knowing your own destiny and knowing the destiny of Heaven, naturally, you also know the destiny of others."

An Qisheng was noncommittal and didn't care about Gong Yangyan's warning. He took another two steps towards the old man and said calmly:

"In this case, you might as well batch a batch for me."

"Ha~"

The old Confucian put down the ancient scroll, raised his eyebrows and stared at it. Various textures seemed to be reflected in the deep eyes, and various auras were faintly visible.

Confucianists are good at cultivating qi and are also proficient in the method of looking at qi, and he is one of the best.

Looking at it at this time, it could be seen that the Qi that carried his life was weak and thin, and seemed to be broken, so he couldn't help but smile:

"Your life is thinner than paper, right?!"

Halfway through the words, Old Confucian's expression suddenly changed, and there was a hint of extreme shock and disbelief in his eyes.

Surrounded by all kinds of textures, a line of purple energy rises from high and far away, like a pillar of heaven.

But it seems higher than the sky!

This is? !

Good night.