In the fourth year of the New Calendar, on Lingnan Road and in Wanzhou territory, a Taoist fruit was born, and the third master of the magical power was recruited by the Song family."
"In the autumn of the fourth year of the New Calendar, in the same year, masters of supernatural powers were born one after another in Lingnan, Pingxi, Wanlong, Linlong and other paths."
"In the following seven years, there were as many as thirty-two masters of supernatural powers who were clearly recorded, and the number of suspected masters is probably over a hundred."
"There is a big difference outside the pass, but if you count the Tao fruits spread from Fangcun Fairy Mountain, the number is actually more than inside the pass."
While the incense was lingering, the Wanxiang Mountain disciples read the dossier softly and reported to their teacher:
"It only took about ten years, but there were nearly two hundred people."
While the aroma was lingering, Wang Muzhi was writing at his desk, but he couldn't help but put down his writing after listening to it.
"Great disaster, great chaos, great fortune."
The world is vast, not counting overseas islands, not mentioning Dali, the two kingdoms of Sirius, and the Ming Dynasty alone, with a population of tens of millions in their prime.
Two hundred doesn't seem like much.
But all this only happened in ten years, and the number of magical masters born in the 26700 years before the founding of the Ming Dynasty was less than half of this number.
This is particularly terrifying.
"The world is in chaos, and all the heroes are rising together. Perhaps this is in line with Sanxiao Sanren's theory of tides."
Lin Sheng closed the file and responded to his teacher:
"Not only the masters of magical power, but also the martial saints in the past ten years have also been excepted for a few, including Junior Uncle Master, Qi Daoguang, Xianlong, Guan Qi, Song Tiandao..."
"It's just the aftertaste of martial arts. From now on, the martial arts saints may not be reduced to absolute fame, but the pure martial arts saints will probably only reach your junior uncle's generation."
Smelling the scent of incense, Wang Muzhi continued to write at his desk, while Lin Sheng also continued to report a lot of information.
However, he is the head of the external dispatch department of the Northwest Road Supervision Department, and he is responsible for the collection and compilation of external intelligence.
The sudden emergence of Fangcun Fairy Mountain has affected many major forces, so much so that in recent years, even at the border, there has been no war.
Most of the things Lin Sheng reported were related to Fangcun Fairy Mountain. Who got the Tao Fruit and who learned the magical power.
In the past few years, information about Taoist fruits, supernatural powers, etc. has been spread among ordinary people.
"Go back."
After a long time, Lin Sheng closed the files again. Wang Muzhi didn't even raise his head, just waved his hand and let him go.
"teacher…"
Lin Sheng did not withdraw, he hesitated again and again and said:
"Teacher, when will you return to Northwest Daocheng? Brothers and sisters, I miss you very much..."
"miss……"
Stopping writing, Wang Muzhi raised his eyes and looked at him:
"Why, the place is stable, but you are greedy for power?"
"Disciple doesn't dare." Lin Sheng's face tightened slightly, "It's just that in recent years, the prince has become more and more deviated from us and favored new scholars. Those people do not read the scriptures and their meanings, and do not respect Confucianism. They..."
"I always want to have something, sometimes I want more, and I want more. This is human nature. How can I dare or not?"
Looking at the disciple who did not dare to look directly at him, Wang Muzhi felt bored.
In more than ten years, how could he not have the thought of going to the Northwest Road for a visit?
After all, it was the place where he had poured his heart and soul into implementing the laws he had negotiated with Yang Prison.
But he held back...
Without him, the influence of Wanxiangshanmen on the Northwest Path has been too profound.
From taking down, to managing, to selecting, he already has deep authority in all aspects.
Under such circumstances, it became even more difficult for him to go to the northwest in person. He was not worried that Yang Prison would not be able to accommodate such people, but was worried about the ambitions of his disciples.
pity.
"It's not a bad thing to think about it, but it's best to just think about it."
After a slight pause, Wang Muzhi said nothing more and waved his hand to tell him to get lost.
The latter seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but he had no choice but to bow and retreat.
"The human heart, the heart..."
In the empty room, Wang Muzhi had no intention of writing. After a long time, he sighed and took a few steps forward.
"Teacher listened for a long time but didn't say anything. Do you want to see the disciple's joke?"
Outside the door, there was Xu Wenji, who was getting older and older. He walked slowly into the room with a walking stick:
"Perhaps this is the same lineage? My disciples are disobedient, and your disciples are also different from you.
"No flowers are the same in the world, and no people have the same thoughts. Naturally, the Tao is also different.
After changing the teacher's seat, Wang Muzhi shook his head:
"The complexity in the minds of disciples is not that they have other thoughts, but that they are short-sighted."
"Who wouldn't want to be rich, wealthy, and powerful? By the way, except you back then."
Looking calmly at his most satisfied and most rebellious disciple, Xu Wenji had a slightly subtle expression.
"I still remember that time, when you were only eleven or twelve years old. I asked you about your ambitions in class, and your answer was the only one that I remember deeply. When the teacher mentioned it, Wang Muzhi also felt nostalgic."
"But my disciples always believe that everyone can become a saint."
"So..." Xu Wenji looked at the still-dry ink on the paper on the case: "Can I become a saint based on this book?"
"It's just that I feel something after hearing the changes over the years."
Wang Muzhi closed the door and lit the incense again. This was his homemade incense, which can calm the mind.
Xu Wenji said no more, slowly flipping through the papers, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, and after a long time he said:
"Do you think the future is so pessimistic?"
"It's not pessimism, it's reality."
Carefully putting away the paper, Wang Muzhi looked calm: "The changes in the sky are earth-shaking changes for the world, and for humans, they are even more severe and indescribably terrifying."
Xu Wenji yawned. In recent years, his energy has become worse and worse. Under the calming incense, he almost wanted to sleep.
"The Master of Supernatural Powers is not a warrior!"
Taking a deep breath, Wang Muzhi continued:
"Martial Saints, even if they are extremely powerful, are still unable to escape the realm of mortals. Their descendants and descendants cannot control the martial arts. Even though there are ways for ordinary people to change their lives. Masters of supernatural powers, they are not immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons yet, but they have already
He is no longer a human being! However, Taoism can be passed down from generation to generation through magical weapons refined from divine seeds."
Xu Wenji frowned slightly.
"you."
"Teacher, the future world may be a prosperous one for heroic figures like Junior Brother Qi Daoguang and Black Mountain Old Demon. But for ordinary people, it will be a more profound disaster than before and now.
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In the room, Wang Muzhi lowered his eyes:...
"It's terrible that magical powers can be passed down. How can ordinary people, even those who practice martial arts, compete with such people?"
Xu Wenji looked slightly moved:
"Do you think that after the troubled times are calmed down, the world will be controlled by those masters with long lifespans, masters of magical powers, and the ability to pass them on from generation to generation..."
Wang Muzhi was about to say something when his heart suddenly moved.
I heard the sound of drums banging in the pass, and the sound of large soldiers and armors rubbing and colliding.
"Enemy attack!"
Xu Wenji coughed violently and stood up.
Wang Muzhi had already put his arm on his arm and reached the city wall with lightning speed.
I could hear bursts of thunder on the plains, and endless waves of snow rolling in, just like the waves of the sea, one wave higher than the next, one wave higher than the other.
The city walls of Shuiyunguan seemed to be trembling.
In the distance, there are hunting flags, people and horses like dragons, eight thousand masters wearing armor and riding horses, the energy is entangled, like mountains colliding.
The rolling evil aura came overwhelmingly, and its force was so powerful that it almost reminded people of the world-famous Black Armor Jingqi!
"Sirius Rider?"
Wang Muzhi's eyes narrowed and his expression immediately changed.
A hoarse but distant shout came from outside the customs:
"Xu Wenji! I'm here, why don't you open the door quickly!"
"Open the door!"
Um?!
After being startled for a moment, Wang Muzhi's expression suddenly darkened, and the blazing lightning shot up uncontrollably.
The army pressed on the territory, and the emperor called the door.
There was an incident in Pingshui County, and Yang Yu did not go to Fangcun Fairy Mountain at the invitation of the big boss, although the latter had invited him dozens of times in the past few years.
He summoned all the officials from the prefecture and ordered him to deal with the aftermath, then took a flying eagle back to the northwest Daocheng and immediately went into seclusion again.
And when he came out of seclusion again, he heard about the recent uproar.
"The Emperor calls the door!"
For more than 400 years in the Ming Dynasty, this was a unique event, and it was extremely sensational, especially among ordinary people.
The moment he came out of seclusion, Yang Yu, whose five senses were much stronger than at their peak, had already heard many voices of discussion in the palace and even in the nearby streets.
Qi Wensheng, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward to report the matter to him.
That day, outside Shuiyun Pass, eight thousand Heavenly Wolf Spirit Cavalry appeared and marched to the city with overwhelming momentum. Also arriving with them was...
"To make a long story short." He raised his hand to interrupt Qi Wensheng who wanted to talk at length. Yang Yu said, "Then where is Emperor Qianheng now?"
"Ahem." Qi Wensheng coughed several times, "When he called the door that day, of course the door wouldn't open, but he also lowered the hanging basket and pulled him up. After that..."
"Seize power?"
Yang Yu frowned slightly.
Emperor Qianting was naturally not a good emperor, but he was not without merit. At least he was very familiar with temple battles.
In fact, based on what he saw from Qin Lihu and Xu Xiuxiu, he could probably piece together something.
Without his intervention, Emperor Qianheng would return in a few years or more than ten years, and he would be greeted by Qin Lihu who had pacified the two states and six states.
And after that.
"The teacher is by his side, he really wants to, but how can he take it away?"
Qi Wensheng sneered, and then his expression was a little complicated, and he even said he was extremely shocked:
"The teacher made a prompt decision and sent him to Lanshang Pass and handed him over to the former commander of the Jinyi Guards, Li Baihu.
"Senior Brother Wang personally handed him over to Li Baihu?" Hearing this, Yang Yu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He seemed to still remember Li Baihu's fate.
Wang Muzhi actually knew this too?
"Just now, there was a message from Fei Ying..."
"Emperor Qian Ting died at the mountain pass! Li Baihu hung him from a crooked tree outside the barrier with his own hands!"