Luck, luck, in terms of mystery, is just a person who responds to fate at the node of fate, and does a specific thing at a specific time.

If you do something at a specific time, you will become a sensible person for a while.

And if someone can calculate his past and future, find someone, and do such a thing for him at that time, then he may not be the one who stirs the situation.

Of course, once the thought is changed, the future will be different.

When the times come, the world and the world work together, but the heroes are not free. This is what it is.

Throughout history, past and present, and even long-term worlds, there is no shortage of such people. They are moving at the beginning and are out of control and no one can stop doing anything. However, after luck, if you can't grasp it, everything will disappear.

Pigs can fly above the wind vent, but when the wind vent passes, they cannot turn into dragons, and there are also many pigs that fall to death.

Su Jie obviously grasped the trend and turned into a dragon in the wind and clouds. Only in this way can he become an important figure in inheriting the past and leading the way.

Ten thousand years later, if someone writes history, the person will inevitably be a little more radiant.

Such a person has a great significance. He wanted to give him an invitation order, but after thinking about it, he still did not do anything randomly.

It would be a pity if a future master disappeared because of his intervention.

"The Qianlong who can attract us may be very lively today..."

An Qisheng seemed to notice something, smiled faintly, and then disappeared into the crowd.

.........

Wudang Mountain is one of the Taoist holy places in Xuanguo and the most famous tourist scenic spot in Lake Province. Every year, there are more than one million tourists from home and abroad.

It seems that every day is full of people and extremely lively.

There are also many foreign tourists.

These foreigners are very strong, with steady steps, long hands and feet, and walking like the wind. Many of them have skills in their bodies, and are from Wudang Mountain.

Xuanxing dominates the two poles, and Daxuan's culture is naturally pursued by outsiders. Wudang Mountain's annual revenue accounts for a large proportion of foreign tourists.

There are also some foreign students in the martial arts hall at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

However, Wudang is much more mediocre than Shaolin. Most of the martial arts halls at the foot of the mountain are privately run, and the disciples are below the Taoist priests. The disciples do not open the mountain gates very much, and there are few disciples compared to Shaolin.

It was the first time that Su Jie came to Wudang Mountain, and he couldn't help but compare the difference between Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple in his heart.

The same prosperity, the same excitement.

But there are two different extremes, the solemn Shaolin and the Wudang scene.

Even though there are many people, Su Jie can feel quiet when looking at Wudang Mountain from afar. This is a characteristic and has nothing to do with the outside world.

"A thousand-year holy land, where Feng Shui gathers, fruit is a place where great dragons are raised."

Porter's blue eyes flashed slightly and he said slowly:

"The Taoist Juechen is not much worse than Zhang Sanfeng back then."

He was proficient in metaphysics, and was more proficient in ancient culture than the natives of Daxuan. He knew very well about various martial arts, Taoist Buddhist scriptures, and Confucianism. The ability of citing scriptures and classics made Su Jie amazed.

When he heard him talk about Feng Shui, Su Jie couldn't help but shake his head.

Although he practices boxing and Feng Shui, he does not believe it.

What kind of Feng Shui, the hidden dragon, is too mysterious.

"If you can't practice, you shouldn't feel it at this time, and you will understand in the future."

Porter saw that Su Jie didn't believe it, but he didn't care much.

Whether it is metaphysics or science, he does not absolutely believe in it. He only believes in what he sees and feels. Today's learning overturns the old learning. However, today's learning may not be overturned in the future.

"Potter, you are a good teacher. Before your injury was cured, you brought your disciples out."

A melodious sound came in the hearts of Su Jie and the others, as if it had a substantial weight.

"who?"

As soon as Su Jie turned around, his eyes were attracted by one of the people in the crowd.

The man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, wearing a brown black suit, fair skin and ordinary appearance, and forget it when passing by, but his eyes were like deep wells, imprinted in his heart.

I just feel that all my secrets have been seen through by these eyes.

Mulong City!

Su Jie seemed to be a raccoon cat with his tail stepped on, and his hair exploded and was frightened.

Mulong City.

A world-class businessman with a net worth of hundreds of billions and an industry spread all over the country and abroad. I am also recognized as the number one expert in the martial arts world.

Of course he recognized it.

Because every once in a while, there are news that leaders of various countries receive from Mu Long City in the media.

"I guess you'll come."

Porter's expression did not change much, and he seemed to have known that Mu Long City would come:

"But you came so quickly, it seems that you felt something that surprised you."

Although Mulong City has been active in the international world for decades, he is actually easy to understand. Even if the sun never sets, the queen will meet her, it depends on how she feels in her mood.

There are only a handful of people coming to Daxuan.

"You understand me the best in the beggar society."

Mu Longcheng nodded slightly.

He didn't see how he moved, and he had already arrived in front of the two of them.

He reached out and patted Su Jie on the shoulder, and seemed to feel something:

"It's indeed a good seedling, Potter, your way of collecting students is better than me."

Su Jie was uneasy.

In his eyes, Mu Longcheng is a real big shot.

"You've made progress again."

Porter had a stern face.

"The mind has passed, but the body has not passed, so you still need to think about this step."

Mu Longcheng looked dull and suddenly turned around:

"Oh? Another master who has become a great elixir, with masculine qi and blood, dragon walking and tiger walking, which is the fifth hand of Shixing."

Su Jie looked at it for a long time but didn't find anyone coming.

Porter nodded after a moment:

"It's him."

"After two great monks Huajin died, Shi Xingwu can't sit still."

Mu Longcheng didn't care much either.

The contemporary Shaolin is extremely prosperous, and its industry is far greater than any sect, but martial arts is not worth mentioning.

The first person in Shaolin to achieve enlightenment in the Five Gangjin Jin, and among the disciples of Taoist Juechen, there are two Gangjin.

After glanced at it, I climbed up the stairs and walked up the mountain:

"Jeichen has been waiting for a long time."

He comes calm and leaves no shadow.

Su Jie watched him walk into the abortion, and the next moment, he could no longer see his back, as if a drop of water was sinking into the sea. He knew that he was in the crowd, but he didn't know where he was.

It seems that only when he wants to see himself can he see him, otherwise, even if the person is in front of him, he will not be able to see him at all.

.........

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the vehicle stopped slowly.

Several monks got out of the car.

At the end, a fat monk was walking.

The monk looked about thirty years old, very tall and obese, and his flesh on his face was shaking while walking.

Although there was no smile on his face, it made people feel that he was smiling in stone carvings.

"Xinwu, Xinlu..."

Shi Xingwu sighed lightly, and the headless corpses of two nephews seemed to appear in front of him.

"Uncle Master, there will be a thunderstorm day today. Taoist Master Juechen should be at the Golden Peak today."

A monk whispered:

"Master Juechen is the last person who has seen the murderer. He should know the life and death of the murderer."

"This is the time to be careful when you speak and do not conflict with others."

Shi Xingwu nodded slightly and walked towards the mountain.

These monks followed the good deeds and bought tickets to follow the tourists up the mountain.

The dress of several people is very eye-catching, and many tourists are very interested.

"A monk from Shaolin Temple is here to play the restaurant?"

Many foreigners are even more interested.

It is rare to see monks in Wudang Mountain, especially these monks, who are obviously not ordinary monks.

Some foreign students from the Martial Arts Hall at the foot of the mountain came up.

"You young, Shaolin Kung Fu! I, Wudang Kung Fu!"

A tall white man said Daxuan in a confused manner, stopped several people, and gestured twice with his hands and feet.

It seems like I want to compete.

Other tourists were even more interested, and many people took out their cell phones to take photos.

The monks looked at each other and were about to speak.

Shi Xingwu has already put his hands together and made a sound:

"Amitabha!"

The monk was huge in size and his voice was even louder. He exhaled and made the sound of tourists buzzing his ears. The foreign student was stunned in place, his qi and blood surging, and his eyes were black.

When everyone came to their senses, a group of monks had disappeared before their eyes.

It couldn't help but bring out bursts of exclamations.

The great Xuanwu style is quite strong, but there is no need for martial arts in the Qingping world. The masters all come from the Dawen, the military, and there are very few real masters among the people.

One against ten is already a master for ordinary people.

A master like Shi Xingwu cannot even imagine it.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the two nephews died too miserably, he wouldn't even go down the mountain.

"Another great master!"

Not far away, Su Jie's eardrums were slightly numb, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Before meeting Porter, he was also an ordinary person and had never seen many masters.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"The horizontal practice of Shi Xingwu is excellent. In the Gang Realm, few of them are better than his horizontal practice."

Porter looked at it calmly and commented:

"There is still a foundation in Shaolin Temple. Unfortunately, with the development of artificial intelligence, this foundation will only become weaker and weaker, and eventually lose its effect..."

The millennium of history is not as good as artificial intelligence in just a few years. This is what artificial intelligence targets, not just martial arts and boxing techniques.

In other words, artificial intelligence has just taken out a little energy to surpass Daxuan's boxing and martial arts routines for thousands of years.

If it weren't for the fact that artificial intelligence had not yet cracked the mysteries of various levels, it would have been popularized by the military. It would be impossible for everyone to transform into strength and everyone to hold the pill.

The power of the times is so amazing.

Even if it is just the dust of the times, it can crush thousands of years of martial arts.

"AI......."

A strange thing rose in Su Jie's heart.

His major in university is about artificial intelligence...

Huhu~~~

The wind is strong on the mountain, and there is a faint thunderstorm. Many tourists have already rushed down the mountain. In the end, there are only a few who are willing to stay on the mountain on thunderstorms.

Mu Long City climbed up the stairs without any haste. From a distance, you can already see the location of Wudang Golden Top.

With the changes in the magnetic field between heaven and earth, I felt the breath of Taoist Juechen even more faintly.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Mu Longcheng stopped and a ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes.

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