On the Tianqi platform, Yang Jian lowered his head slightly, unable to look directly at his teacher.

He asked himself that his talent was already the top in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Not to mention his peers, even if he looked at the past and present, Yang Jian asked himself that few people could surpass him.

Until his teacher first taught himself the "Nine Turns of Yuanyang" and gave him the "Tao Shengsheng True Lord's God" that the only conceit in his heart was completely broken.

It's nothing, it's too obscure and difficult.

Compared to the various heretics who have never put their heart into practice but have achieved great success by practicing, it is not just heaven and earth?

When Yang Jian was thinking about An Qi, he looked at the fire. When he saw him bowing his head, he asked lightly: "Do you know why you don't teach your supernatural powers? So that you only have a physical body that is comparable to the golden body of Buddhism, but no supernatural powers are available?"

"This... I don't know."

Yang Jian was shocked and then lowered his head: "Teacher, it must be for the sake of his disciples..."

He didn't know about himself at first, and it was not until he got to know and talked with other practitioners that he realized that what he learned was different from that of any monk.

It is not the righteous way of Tao, Buddha, god, demon, demon, ghost, religion, etc., nor is it the side door such as array, sword, weapon, elixir, talisman, etc., and it is not the same as the martial arts of the Great Zhou army, which is the most similar.

Although he never asked his master, this did not mean that he was not confused.

"The god is the heart, and supernatural powers are like the mind. Supernatural powers are only manifested outside the mind. The higher the mind, the higher the supernatural powers... The nine turns of Yuanyang are praised for the body, and the position of the god is the tempering of the mind. Both are accomplished, and the body and mind are not hindered, and supernatural powers are formed by their own."

An Qisheng spoke lightly.

He was familiar with Yang Jian's past and present lives. What he needed was not just the amount of supernatural powers, but the strength of his mind.

Otherwise, even if he lived for thousands of years, he would be nothing more than a phantom.

Because of this, Yang Jian, who is clearly already in the weak, is still '0' in the investigation of Daoyitu.

If he does not break this disaster, he will not even be considered an existence!

Yang Jian seemed to understand but still remembered it one by one in his heart. After digesting it for a long time, he asked: "Teacher, in recent years, every time my disciples entered into meditation, they would have realized some supernatural powers from heaven and earth. Is this the disciple's mind fits some truths in heaven and earth?"

"All Dharmas and Taos return to heaven, and there are all kinds of magical powers in the dark. If you realize that you have a good understanding, you will know whether it is in line with each other."

An Qisheng sighed in his heart, but he didn't say much, just waved his hand and asked Yang Jian to retreat.

A wisp of inspiration carries all the ways and runs through ancient and modern times. All the magical and secret techniques in this world have been contained in the inspiration, but that is definitely not something that can be realized easily.

The fit that Yang Jian said naturally makes sense.

But the root of this is that some existences want him to realize it.

Otherwise, his understanding would be even better than Yang Jian, and he had already imprinted all the ancient and modern inheritances of this world.

Huh ~

The divine light lingers on the Tianqi platform, and raindrops turned into inspiration beat everywhere, making a rustling sound.

It seems that dark clouds gather, covering the sun, the wind is about to rise, and heavy rain is coming.

"Whenever there will be a gathering of wind and clouds in the south, the Great Zhou is the most important, and the heavy rain will last for several years until after the sacrifice to the sky, the rain will pass by the clear sky. There has never been an exception for tens of thousands of years..."

In the rising wind and rain, Long Xingyi's voice came from afar. He walked in the wind and rain, climbing up the steps like a mortal, allowing the wind and rain to slap tassels, emperor robe, sword hilt, dragon boots...

"Sir, can you tell me, forty thousand years ago, what was the war that continued to stop after Xia Mie?"

Stopped at the edge of Tianqitai, Long Xingyi slowly looked up and his eyes fell on the Taoist who was facing his back: "It was a heavy rain that lasted for 333 years. The heavy rain almost flooded most of Nanzhan, completely extinguished the war in Nanzhan's heaven and earth, and also extinguished the united front fires caused by the ancestors of the Dazhou, Daliang and Yuhua Three Emperors' dynasties..."

"This is the origin of offering sacrifices to heaven!"

Click!

The electric snake rolls away between the dark clouds, bringing a moment of light and then bringing a deeper sense of depression.

"People say that they look far and wide, but the higher they stand, the more they feel their insignificance..."

Feeling the rain blowing, An Qi felt touched.

The higher the level, the more difficult it is to practice, the deeper the cultivation level, the higher the realm, the more you can feel that insurmountable gap.

"It is better to see the vastness of the world and understand that one is small than to know the height and size!"

Long Xingyi walked a few steps forward and looked side by side with An Qisheng. However, there seemed to be endless ups and downs in his plain tone: "I have hard-earned this life, and I don't want to bow to anyone!"

Looking into the ink-colored sky from afar, Long Xingyi seemed to have a blazing fire in his heart.

The gods in the previous life returned after the disaster, and the tragic tragedy of the earth as if flashing in front of his eyes. In this life, he would never want to hand over his life and death to the "will of heaven".

An Qisheng glanced at the 'rebirth' beside him and said lightly: "You will ask for something to others. You will give me all the books you collected in the Great Week 40,000 years, but you don't know what you want?"

"call!"

Long Xingyi took a step back, shook his sleeves and fell to the ground: "The great disaster is coming, I hope that the sir can help me and Dazhou can help me with one arm!"

After living for a lifetime, he never worshiped the heaven and earth once, and the gods and demons in the world never took a look at each other. Only this worship was he willing to do so.

In his previous life, he was imprisoned in a cage and could only accompany his collection of books every day. Although his cultivation was ordinary, he was well-versed in ancient history and had experienced that turbulent period.

I know deeply how the person in front of me exists.

In ancient history, there is only the only saying "There are strange people coming from heaven, spreading the Dharma to the world, and there is no difference in teachings."

But the Master, who opened up the first great unification of the imperial dynasty in the years, inherited the Tao and enlightened the Confucianism, sorted out the rules and regulations, and established the etiquette and law, had a five-colored roaming the world, and was the "peacock" who was the most demon in all the dynasties.

The troll who stepped on the ocean, Sumeru on his head, shook the world...

They are all his disciples!

Among the ten magical powers of the Saint Lower that are recognized by countless people, except for the amazing Huangji and the Seven Treasures Tree, the other eight magical powers are all related to it!

This is a world-class giant who truly has the power to recreate the universe.

Throughout history, compared to the higher ones, there are only those who have existed since the creation of the world.

"Help you?"

An Qisheng smiled unanimously: "Since you know who I am, how could you ask me to help you?"

In a sense, everything about Daxia has a great relationship with him. Even though this relationship is a little different, it is still full of incense.

"The destruction of the previous dynasty does not depend on people, but on the sky! Even if there is no Zhou substitution and Daliang, and if there is no such two dynasty, there will be other things! The Great Zhou, at least, inherits the legal system of the previous dynasty and respects Confucianism more!"

Long Xingyi could not afford to worship him. Seeing that the Taoist did not speak, he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart: "I have a word, which shows my intention!"

"oh?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and there was a bit of surprise. He seemed to have never expected Long Xingyi to make such a decision.

"I am not a person in this world, but from the future!"

".........I died that day, I never went to the Netherworld, nor was I captured by anyone, but I just wandered between heaven and earth like a lonely soul...

I saw war spread all over the world, the Great Zhou and even the Nanzhan, all around were threatened by the sky, and the divine power was like a prison. With just one finger, thousands of mountains collapsed and all waters were about to dry up...

I saw blood rain falling on the sky, dyeing mountains, rivers and lakes red, and the prosperous land of the Great Zhou Dynasty turned into wasteland, with thousands of miles of people and animals missing, and no graves...

I saw the stars swaying, the gods called the heaven and the river, and cleaned the heaven and the earth, countless monks, mortals were in the water of the heaven and the flesh and flesh, and their souls were scattered...

Once upon a time, I just wanted to keep myself alone, but now, what do I want to do....”

Long Xingyi thought that he would feel reluctant to let go of his secret that he had been hidden for thousands of years, but he didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, his heart was extremely happy, like a big rock falling to the ground, and he couldn't say anything relaxed and free.

The dusty heart gradually shines with light.

An Qisheng listened quietly, corresponding to what he knew, until Long Xing let out a breath of turbid air with relief, and then he spoke: "He must have been suppressed for a long time so secretly, why do he have to say it again now?"

"Why do you want to say it..."

Long Xingyi was slightly stunned, and an obscure smile that was hard to understand appeared on his face: "Maybe, deep down, I also want to escape, and I also want to have someone who can support these things..."

A rare thing is that Long Xing can easily reveal a trace of weakness.

He thought he had polished his mind to the point of being indestructible, but until now, when he analyzed his heart, he gradually understood.

I am not as indestructible as I think.

If there is no other choice, he can only resist and will never regret it until death. But if there is another choice, he will eventually have an unrealistic hope in his heart...

"Well, deep down, I also want to escape, and I also want to have someone who can support these things..."

An Qisheng was chewing Long Xingyi's words in his mouth, and suddenly he was touched.

Dragon moves easily.

Why isn't he himself?

Xuanxing, the Emperor, the Gods, the Witch God Realm......

Compared to Long Xingyi, he has much more pressure and burdened in his heart.

Long Xingyi can still ask for it, but who can you ask for?

Among the fine raindrops, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened it and returned to his indifference.

"How do you want me to help you?"

......

Time flies, and comes and goes quickly, and you don’t stop for anyone.

The rain in the imperial capital has been falling for more than two years. Even though the rain is not too heavy, water flows out through the Ninety-Nine City District and drifts on Panlong Peak, but it hangs upside down like a waterfall, which is spectacular.
To be continued...