A fluorescent light at the fingertips was not strong, but it was extremely gorgeous in Zeng San's eyes and was fascinating.

After the Battle of Heaven, Confucian heritage was incomplete, and even he only saw sporadic records of the Haoran River in the classics.

For more than two hundred years, he has wandered around the land not only to explore the past, but also to search for a severing inheritance.

Therefore, looking at this ray of bright light, Zeng San couldn't control his mood anymore.

"It's the long river of Haoran."

An Qisheng bounced his fingers, and the fluorescent light had already penetrated Zeng San's eyebrows. This was what he had obtained in his dream.

Zeng San did not resist and let the fluorescent light enter his brain. There were many mysterious texts in his heart that made people intoxicated and throbbed.

Huh ~

Not long after, Zeng San opened his eyes and poked his hand out, and a ray of light arose.

"Haoran long river..."

Zeng San took a deep breath, stood up long, and bowed respectfully: "Sir, I will find the severance of my Confucianism, and this kindness must be remembered in my heart."

An Qisheng did not accept his worship and waved his hand slightly: "I have something to ask for, and this is originally your Confucian supernatural power, so there is no favor."

He is not a person who refuses to accept gratitude, but it is just an exchange, and it is too much to receive courtesy from others.

"Exchange is exchange, kindness is kindness."

Zeng Sanqiang bowed himself before he got up. It is difficult for outsiders to understand the significance of Haoran's long river to the Confucian school.

This importance is no less than the role of the five-colored divine light on the peacock clan.

Words naturally cannot express the gratitude in his heart.

"Old Zeng is polite."

An Qisheng can only be with him.

After extinguishing the great light, Zeng San also recovered his mood and then spoke: "Mr. An has such supernatural powers. I should have agreed to let the teacher read the master's handwritten books, but..."

He wanted to speak but stopped, but he couldn't say anything.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zeng, I won't force it."

An Qisheng gave up his concerns. He had gained a lot from this manual book. Even if he could not read the Master's manual, this incident would not be in vain.

"It's not just a treasure, but..."

Zeng San sighed and told the story.

The handwritten books left by the Master are naturally not more expensive to the Confucians, and they do not mention that they have the effect of suppressing energy.

Even if not, its significance is of great significance.

"To be honest, I have only seen the handwritten books left by Master and his elders once two hundred years ago. I met him later, but I couldn't see them."

Zeng San smiled bitterly: "I don't know what the battle was like back then, but the Master left in a ox cart, but when he came back, he only had a ox cart. His handwriting was sleeping with the old cow, and he could not touch the idle people at all..."

"Old cow..."

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Zeng San, who was apologetic, and smiled slightly: "But I don't know where the old cow is sleeping?"

Zeng San did not hide it, and said that the old cow was sleeping, but he was a little worried: "The old cow has a bad temper. If Mr. An wants to go, he should be careful..."

The battle against the sky is a world-changing battle. Those who can survive from that battle, whether human or demon, whether they are injured or not, are naturally not easy to get along with.

“This is natural.”

An Qisheng nodded, drank the last glass of wine, and was about to get up and leave.

"Mr. An."

Zeng San suddenly called him.

An Qisheng stopped and looked at the old man.

"The gentleman said he was a demon, but he had no demonic energy and no other inspiration. He didn't know what kind of method he was practicing? Which one was he following?"

Zeng San was really curious.

He has rich experience in his life and has also been to Dongshengzhou, but he has never seen such a strange state as the person in front of him.

He had never seen such a practitioner.

He is neither Confucianism nor Taoism nor Buddha, neither dragon nor demon nor human being. He has never seen such a state, but he has a faint sense of familiarity.

I don't know where I have seen similar records.

"If I say I have not practiced yet, is Mr. Zeng trustworthy?"

An Qisheng took a deep look at Zeng San.

He transformed into this body to walk and did something that was not suitable for the body to do. He was also planning to learn the Dharma and Taoist principles of this world.

But this world has a unique inspiration and cannot be touched lightly. Even if you have plans, you should still try it slowly.

Therefore, until now, his Bodhi Sect body has no other supernatural powers, but he is just walking with the help of the "giant spirit god".

"letter."

If others said this, Zeng San would not believe it, but he believed it if the people in front of him said this.

"Mr. An has a big secret, but I have no intention of exploring it, just..."

Zeng San's eyes moved, and his intentions were pointed:

"Mavericks are often more noticeable, and sir should think carefully..."

"Um?"

An Qisheng was slightly surprised, but he didn't say much. He bowed his hand and disappeared into the carriage.

"Bodhi... enlightenment..."

The remaining heat in the carriage dissipated, and Zeng San looked at the night outside the window, thinking about something.

Mr. An is so persistent in the Battle of the Sky. Could it be that Mr. An is also a survivor in that battle?

only......

Huh ~

When Zeng San was thinking about it, Yang Ming walked into the carriage and the cool breeze brought to Zeng San's consciousness.

"Teacher, is that a big monster?"

Yang Mingxin was afraid and a little surprised. When the monster left, he actually asked him for some books of knowledge.

"It should be an 'ancient demon'."

Zeng San withdrew his gaze.

In today's world, monsters are divided into two types: one is to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests without contact with humans as enemies. Most of these monsters are "ancient monsters" that have existed for a long time.

The second type is a ferocious monster that is as deep as the sea of ​​humans, and occasionally attacks the human kingdom, and cannibalizes countless people. Most of these monsters have not been opened for a long time, also called the "now demon".

"Ancient Demon? How could an ancient demon appear?"

Yang Ming became more and more surprised.

However, he had seen the ancient demon. The old ox who was once under the Master was the best among the ancient demons.

However, it’s unknown how long it took for such a big monster to appear.

"It has been 50,000 years since the sky was defeated, and maybe it is time for them to be born again..."

Zeng San's heart was calm and depressed.

"them....."

Yang Ming's heart trembled, and he naturally knew who 'they' were referring to.

"If you see this 'Mr. An' in the future, remember not to get close, it is best to avoid it from afar..."

Yang Ming was thinking about it, and suddenly heard the teacher's tip and was shocked.

As soon as I looked up, I saw my teacher's expressionless face and faint gaze, and I couldn't help but ask:

"Didn't you say he is an 'ancient demon'?"

There are very few ancient monsters who are enemies of the human race, and there are even very few incidents of hurting people.

"He is different."

Zeng San lowered his eyes, said nothing more, but just gave another warning.

"Disciple has written it down."

Yang Ming became more and more curious, but he still tried to hold on to himself.

He just ordered his disciples to go to Nanhua Road faster.

If the world will stir up again, the human race and the human race in Dongshengzhou will not be allowed to have civil war first in his eyes.

"yes."
To be continued...