Chapter 1 Da Xuan

Da Xuan's three great Divine Transformation Grandmasters: Daoist Juechen had retreated from the world, Han Longhua had been in secluded cultivation for many years, and only Xue Zheng was involved in worldly affairs, guiding many younger generations in the art of boxing.

At the same time, he was also following in the footsteps of his predecessors.

Once, An Qisheng had also learned from him the secrets about why the road ahead had ended.

But he had many thoughts about this.

Da Xuan, on Xuanxing, was an extremely special country. Martial arts, internal energy, Daoist arts, flying swords, the Hundred Schools of Thought, and even 'qi'...

And so on, had very obvious signs of being out of sync with the world.

For example, the legend of Peng Zu's eight hundred years of life, for many modern people, they would only think it was an exaggeration, or suspect the correctness of ancient calendars, and would not believe that he really lived for eight hundred years.

Even the previous An Qisheng had some doubts in his heart.

Until he entered the dream of the Great Thousand Worlds, heard and saw the 'universe replacement'.

Of course, no one on Xuanxing could live to eight hundred, but what if he came from another world?

'Wang Honglin' could be replaced, so why couldn't Peng Zu?

This thought had taken root in his heart as early as when he returned from his dream of the Jiu Fu Realm, but there were too many things along the way, and he had a trace of fear in his heart, so he had not tried it.

It had been delayed until now.

"Handwritten by a predecessor?"

Xue Zheng's eyes flickered, a little surprised, but he didn't ask, just nodded: "That's right, I do have a few books of handwritten notes by the sages, but most of them have nothing to do with cultivation, just pure works, or even casually written letters."

Not every Grandmaster had works handed down, and what was handed down was not necessarily related to boxing or cultivation.

He collected these half to cherish the memory, half to feel the spirit of the sages.

This was also the reason why Mu Longcheng went to Wudang Mountain to ask for handwritten notes, instead of looking for him.

"Teacher, Brother An, there are many people here, let's go up the mountain to talk in detail."

At this time, Jing Xiaolou reminded him.

Practicing martial arts strengthens the body and also cultivates the spirit and temperament. The worst of the group were masters of Dark Force, with extraordinary temperament, and gathered together naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Xue Zheng glanced around, and it seemed that some people had recognized him, and nodded:

"Let's go up the mountain to talk in detail."

"Okay."

An Qisheng naturally had no objection.

The group were all fast on their feet. Before curious tourists could surround them, they had disappeared on the mountain road.

......

Inside the Xue Family Manor.

Xu Hongyun woke up faintly. At first, he was still a little dazed. When he woke up, he was furious: "Bai Hu!" (White Tiger)

"Alright."

Xue Zheng couldn't stand this and interrupted with a frown: "You are weak, who can you blame?"

"Xue, you old ghost, what do you mean?"

Xu Hongyun was so angry that he couldn't stand it.

"The literal meaning." Xue Zheng glanced at Xu Hongyun indifferently: "You are more than ten years younger than me, and your conditions for learning martial arts are much better than mine. If you are even three-tenths as diligent as I am, Bai Hu wouldn't have been able to knock you unconscious."

Xu Hongyun's aptitude was not bad, but he focused more on feng shui formations, dabbled in Qimen, and was also interested in Ma Yi's face reading techniques. He was too distracted, so naturally it was difficult to achieve anything great.

"If you keep making trouble, you should go back and follow Ya Zi this time!"

Bai Hu was also a little unbearable, his face darkened.

Hearing the two words 'Ya Zi', Xu Hongyun's face twitched, and he sat down.

In the Special Affairs Bureau, he was most afraid of Dan Huang and Ya Zi, not Bai Hu or Qing Long. He could always get the upper hand in quarrels with others.

Only these two really fought.

"Lin Ling, Captain Bai Hu, you came to Treasure Island to find me, is it related to the 'Royal Power Dream Realm'?"

Xue Zheng's eyes were deep, as if he had seen through their thoughts.

"Old Xue has sharp eyes. We are here to ask Old Xue to come out of the mountain and help us in the 'Royal Power Dream Realm'..."

Speaking of business, Bai Hu's expression suddenly became serious.

Since the 'Gate' descended from the sky, and the Royal Power Sword slashed across the sky, the gate across the sky had been there for more than half a year.

Since that day, the Special Affairs Bureau's attention to the 'Royal Power Dream Realm' had reached an extremely high level. More than 70% of the dreamers across the country had been incorporated into the 'establishment' of the Special Affairs Bureau.

But half a year had passed, and the dreamers from outside Da Xuan, who were initially unaccustomed to the environment and were miserably beaten, had gradually grown up.

Because Da Xuan was powerful, an atmosphere targeting Da Xuan's dreamers had formed.

At first, it was a quiet wooing and secret suppression. Later, it became a naked conflict and killing.

"The Royal Power Dream Realm is quite similar to ancient Da Xuan. Although some of Da Xuan's dreamers did not die miserably in the early stage, more of them mixed like a fish in water, steadily suppressing the dreamers from various countries in the world...

Until a few days ago, a master appeared abroad. Many people suffered losses from him. More than a dozen masters who went to search for the Royal Power Sword were killed by him twice in a row and lost their status as dreamers."

Speaking of this, Bai Hu's face was also a little gloomy: "This person's real name is unknown. The dreamers abroad call him 'Truman'. This person's purpose is very clear, and it is also the Royal Power Sword."

"'Truman', I seem to have heard this name before."

Xue Zheng's eyes moved slightly, recalling: "More than ten years ago, a Westerner came to challenge me. At that time, I had retired and didn't want to fight with people, but this person fought all the way to my door. This person's boxing was fierce, with traces of the Western Crusader army, as well as church martial arts, and mixed with some jiu-jitsu, yoga, learned very mixed, very precise, and very skillful..."

"That should be it!"

Bai Hu slammed the table: "That person's methods are vicious. Looking at his movements, there are indeed traces of yoga and jiu-jitsu, and the traces of Western military fighting skills are also very heavy."

"That person was already Gang Jin back then, and his physical strength was strong. Among the Dan Jin and Gang Jin martial artists I have seen over the years, only Qing Long is a little stronger than him. It's a pity that Qing Long he..."

Xue Zheng shook his head and didn't continue.

Half a year in reality, but more than five years in the dream, this was already a long time. For those who originally had a foundation in boxing, this time was enough to improve by leaps and bounds.

Whether in the 'Royal Power Dream Realm' or in reality.

But Xuanxing had a population of over ten billion, but not everyone was a dreamer. Some people obtained the qualifications of a dreamer but couldn't keep them, and some people could keep them, but couldn't enter the dream.

For example, Qing Long...

"You're right."

The corner of Bai Hu's mouth twitched. Now all the high-level members of the Special Affairs Bureau were dreamers, but the original strongest boss was not.

This was extremely difficult for people like Qing Long to endure.

"Alright, I'll agree to you then."

After pondering for a moment, Xue Zheng nodded and agreed: "The Royal Power Sword is of great importance and cannot fall into the hands of ambitious people."

He also had doubts in his heart.

On the surface, An Qisheng was the number one in the world, whether in reality or in dreams, but why didn't the people from the Special Affairs Bureau ask An Qisheng for help, but instead asked him to take action...

But he didn't ask. Although the status of the Special Affairs Bureau was not high, some of its secret confidentiality levels were extremely high.

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

Bai Hu breathed a sigh of relief and became concerned about An Qisheng's whereabouts, but he didn't know what that Mr. An was here for.

He......

......

Xue Zheng's storage was large and his collection was abundant.

From bronzes to ceramics, from ancient oracle bone inscriptions to bamboo slips, to yellowed paper books, from landscape paintings to graffiti-like strokes.

It could be said that everything was available.

As soon as An Qisheng walked into it, he felt a strong sense of age. Not all of these were genuine, but even the imitations had a heavy sense of historical precipitation.

"This is where the teacher's collection is located. Most of it was bought back from abroad, and half of it was searched and given to the teacher by our disciples."

Jing Xiaolou waved his hand to let the disciples who were taking care of the collection leave, and introduced it to An Qisheng.

Bronze ware area, porcelain area, ancient book area, imitation area, various classifications, and the collection was well protected.

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, feeling the deep historical atmosphere. He raised his hand, and a perfectly preserved yellowed ancient book had fallen into his palm.

"This is a later translation, about seven hundred years old now."

Jing Xiaolou glanced at the book and introduced it.

"The estimate is not bad, it is indeed more than seven hundred years old."

An Qisheng glanced at it, and all the words on this ancient book had been taken into his eyes.

The writer of this book could also be regarded as a great Confucian of his generation, worth reading, but that was all.

Putting down this ancient book, An Qisheng paced around, raising his hand from time to time, and under Jing Xiaolou's gaze, took out three 'ancient books'.

A fragmented bamboo slip, a severely faded stone slab, and a piece of light yellow silk book.

"Brother An, what is the significance of taking these three items?" Jing Xiaolou asked.

He had no interest in antiques, but he was very interested in An Qisheng's purpose.

"Brother Jing, do you have any research on Daoism, Confucianism, or Buddhism?" An Qisheng asked back, holding the three items.

"I don't."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head: "Learning boxing has exhausted all my energy, and it is difficult to spare time for other things. The teacher does not approve of me contacting these things at this time."

"Not learning is right. Those who practice Confucianism are restrained, those who learn from Lao are crazy, and those who study Buddhism are narrow-minded. Learning without a thorough understanding is harmful rather than beneficial."

Walking out of the storage, Su Jie nodded slightly when he heard An Qisheng's words.

Hongjue Zen Master's words were naturally not to belittle the three paths, but to say that most people find it difficult to thoroughly understand them, which is harmful instead.

Hearing Confucian etiquette, they were bound by etiquette, watching Laozi's natural inaction, they would truly do nothing, hearing Buddhism's emphasis on cause and effect, they would therefore pretend to be kind.

Many people know this principle, but not everyone can jump out of the spirit of the sages and create their own world.

"Mr. An, what are you going to do next?"

Su Jie was a little curious.

An Qisheng walked towards the lake pavilion with the three items in his hands: "Having taken the books, naturally I have to read them."

Read?

Jing Xiaolou and Su Jie were both stunned.

How developed is the current Internet? All kinds of information are readily available, so why bother to come all the way here to read books?

Looking at An Qisheng sitting cross-legged under the afterglow of the setting sun,

The two were curious, but did not disturb An Qisheng.

After pausing for a moment, they turned and left.

Behind the two, in the lake pavilion, An Qisheng put down the other two items and gently pressed his palm on the only remaining word on the broken stone tablet.

That word was - Dao (The Way).

Buzz~

At the moment when his palm pressed on the stone tablet, in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, the Dao Yi diagram hummed and rippled like water.

In an instant, in An Qisheng's eyes, the world peeled away again.

The wind flowing in reverse, the rolling clouds, the afterglow of the setting sun turning from dim to bright...

Time was flowing in reverse.

Compared to the shock he felt when he first saw it, An Qisheng was much calmer at this time, but feeling the reversed time, everything was spinning rapidly, only his own world remained motionless.

He was still touched in his heart.

He could feel the vicissitudes of history, and feel the spirit of the writer through the medium, but he could not achieve the extent of the 'Dao Yi diagram' almost reversing time and space.

He felt it quietly.

He saw the arrival of the 'Alien Dimension Gate', saw the earth-shattering stab of the Royal Power Sword, saw the disappearance of Mu Feng, saw Tong Zhengyang landing in Thailand Bay, the disappearing goddess statue...

One year, two years, one hundred years, five hundred years...

Time passed quickly, but now the reverse flow was even faster, and it seemed that thousands of years had passed in the blink of an eye. An Qisheng seemed to have only blinked his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was already another world.

.....

The mountains stretched endlessly, the grass and trees were lush, the birds soared in the sky, the white clouds rolled, and the scenery was beautiful like a painting.

Whoosh whoosh~

A strong wind blew, and the wild grass was over the waist. An Qisheng stood in a field of grass swaying in the wind, his eyes as deep as the sea.

A word contained in a dream had already reached such splendor. The mountains and rivers were all there, as if he had traveled back to the past.

It could be seen how powerful the spirit imprinted on it was.

"Hoo!"

Standing in the sea of grass, An Qisheng took a deep breath. Although there were strong winds whistling around, the boundless invisible airflow brought him countless information.

In less than an instant, he could already feel the deep pain of this land.

Years of continuous warfare and killing were deeply imprinted in this land.

The Zhou Dynasty declined, the feudal lords did not pay tribute, but instead occupied their respective territories, fought each other, and competed for the Jiuding, staging a series of legends that would still be remembered by later generations for thousands of years.

Heroes, overlords, heroes, famous ministers, famous generals, beauties...

This was the most brilliant time for ideological sparks in Da Xuan for ten thousand years. On this war-torn land, many schools and theories were born.

Later generations collectively called them the Hundred Schools of Thought!

Countless legends of the stories emerged in his mind, stirring up a ripple.

He paced through the grass, heading towards the scenic mountain in the distance. In later generations, this mountain was also known as Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhongnan has many legends since ancient times.

There were many legends of immortals and alchemists living in seclusion here.

Of course, these were just legends.

Whoosh whoosh~

In the mountains and forests, there were hidden beasts chasing and killing each other, roaring, and bloody scenes. Hunts were staged in this sparsely populated mountain.

An Qisheng did not actively look for the founder of Daoist thought.

But waited quietly outside Zhongnan Mountain.

His waiting did not last too long. The sky was slightly dim, and in the light of the setting sun, he saw the person he was waiting for.

It was a ox cart.

A middle-aged man with a slender figure and a refined appearance led the ox cart slowly. On the ox cart, an old man with white hair, white eyebrows, and a long beard sat quietly, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

The two people and the ox came slowly from far to near.