Air luck, air luck, it sounds mysterious, but it is a person who is lucky on the node of fate, and does a specific thing at a specific time.

When you do certain things at a certain time, you become a momentary figure.

And if someone can calculate his past and future, find someone, and do this kind of thing in his place at that time, then it may not be him who is stirring up the situation.

Of course, once you change your mind, the future will be different.

From time to time, the heaven and the earth have the same strength, and the heroes who are transported are not free. This is the way they are.

Throughout the ages, in the past and present, and even in the long-floating world, there is no shortage of such people. At the beginning of the time, it will be out of control, and no one can stop it. But after luck, if you can't grasp it, everything will disappear.

Above the tuyere, pigs can fly, but when the tuyere passes, they cannot transform into dragons, and many pigs fall to their death.

That Su Jie, obviously, is to grasp the wind and turn into a dragon in the wind and clouds, so that he can become an important person who will link the past and the future.

Thousands of years later, if someone writes history, the person must be an indelible brilliance.

Such a character is of great significance. He wanted to send an invitation order, but after thinking about it, he still did not mess up.

It would be a pity for a future great master to disappear because of his own intervention.

"If you can attract Qianlong, Wudang Mountain may be very lively today."

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

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

It seems that every day is full of people, and it is very lively.

Among them are many foreign tourists.

These foreigners are very strong, with steady steps, long hands and feet, and walking like the wind. Many of them have kung fu, and they are the kung fu of Wudang Mountain.

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

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

However, Wudang is much more bland than Shaolin. Most of the martial arts halls at the foot of the mountain are privately run, and the disciples below the Daoist Juechen do not open the gates widely. Compared with Shaolin, there are few disciples.

When Su Jie came to Wudang Mountain for the first time, he couldn't help comparing the difference between Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple.

The same prosperity, the same lively.

But it is two different extremes, the solemnity of Shaolin and the scene of Wudang.

Even though there are a lot of people, but looking at Wudang Mountain from a distance, Su Jie can feel the tranquility. This is a trait that has nothing to do with the outside world.

"The thousand-year-old holy place, where Feng Shui gathers, is the place where dragons are cultivated."

Potter's blue eyes flickered slightly, and he said slowly:

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

He is proficient in metaphysics, and is more proficient in ancient culture than Daxuan natives. He knows all kinds of martial arts, Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, and Confucianism. Su Jie is amazed by his ability to quote scriptures.

Hearing him talk about Feng Shui at this moment, Su Jie couldn't help shaking his head.

Although he practiced boxing and Feng Shui, he did not believe it.

What Feng Shui, Qianlong, is too mysterious.

"If you can't practice, it's okay if you can't feel it at this time. You'll understand in the future."

Potter 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 school. However, today's learning may not be overturned in the future.

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

The melodious voice came erratically, as if it had substantial weight, resounding in the hearts of Su Jie and the two of them.

"Who?"

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

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

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

Mulong City!

Su Jie was frightened like a civet cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Mulong City.

A world-class businessman, with a net worth of hundreds of billions, his industry is spread all over the world, and he is recognized as the number one master in the martial arts world.

Of course he recognized it.

Because every once in a while, there are news in the media that leaders of various countries meet Mu Longcheng.

"I guessed you would come."

Potter's expression did not change, as if he already knew that Mulong City would come:

"But you came so quickly, it seems that you felt something that made you curious and shocked."

For decades, although Mu Longcheng has been active in the world, he actually lives in a simple language, and it depends on how he feels when the Queen of the Sun never sets.

There are only a handful of people who come to Daxuan.

"In the begging meeting, you know me best."

Mu Longcheng nodded slightly.

Not seeing how he moved, he had already come to the two of them.

He stretched out his hand and patted Su Jie on the shoulder, and he seemed to feel something:

"Sure enough, Potter, your way of accepting students is better than mine."

Su Jie was not at peace.

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

"You've improved again."

Potter was stern.

"The heart has passed, the body has not passed, this step has to be considered."

Mu Longcheng's expression was dull, and he turned around abruptly:

"Oh? Here comes another master who has become a great Dan. He is masculine and bloody, and he is Shi Xingwu."

Su Jie watched for a long time, but did not find anyone coming.

Potter nodded after a while:

"It's him."

"With two great monks Hua Jin dead, this Shi Xingwu can't sit still."

Mu Longcheng didn't care too much.

Contemporary Shaolin is extremely prosperous, and its industry far exceeds that of any sect, but martial arts is not worth mentioning.

Shi Xing is already the first person in Shaolin to achieve Wu Gang Jin, and among the disciples of Daoist Juechen, there are two Gang Jin.

After glancing at it, he stepped up the stairs and walked towards the mountain:

"Juechen has been waiting for a long time."

He came calmly and went without a shadow.

Su Jie watched helplessly as he walked into the crowd, and in the next instant, he could no longer see his back, as if a drop of water had submerged into the sea. He knew he was in the crowd, but he didn't know where he was.

It seems that only if he wants to see himself can he see him, otherwise, even if people are in front of him, he can't see him at all.

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

Several monks got off the bus.

The last one was a fat monk.

The monk looked like he was in his thirties, tall and fat, and the flesh on his face was shaking as he walked.

Although there is no smile on his face, it makes people feel that his stone carvings are smiling.

"Xin Wu, Heart Road"

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

"Uncle Master, there will be thunderstorms tonight, and Daoist Juechen should be at Jinding today."

A monk whispered:

"Daoist Juechen is the last person who saw the murderer. He should know the murderer's life and death best."

"Be careful in your words and deeds, and don't conflict with others."

Shi Xingwu nodded slightly and walked towards the mountain.

These great monks were as good as they could be, bought tickets, and followed the tourists up the mountain.

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

"The monks of the Shaolin Temple are here to kick the hall?"

Many foreigners are even more interested.

It is rare to see monks in Wudang Mountain, especially these monks, they are not ordinary monks at first glance.

Some foreign students from the Yamashita Martial Arts Hall joined in.

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

A tall white man spoke inarticulate words, stopped a few people, and made two dancing gestures.

Seems to want to fight.

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

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

Shi Xingwu has folded his hands together, and his throat is shaking:

"Amitabha!"

This big monk was huge and his voice was even louder. He exhaled and let out a loud voice. The ears of the surrounding tourists were buzzing, and the foreign students were even more stunned in the same place.

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

Involuntarily, there were bursts of exclamations.

Daxuanwu is quite popular, but there is no need for martial arts in the Qingping world.

One against ten is already a master for ordinary people.

Such a master as Shi Xingwu, most people can't even think of it.

In fact, if it weren't for the tragic deaths of the two nephews, 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 Potter, he was also an ordinary person, and he had never seen a few masters.

Heart is also involuntarily sigh.

"Shi Xingwu's horizontal training is excellent. In the Astral Realm, few are better than his horizontal training."

Potter watched calmly and commented:

"The heritage of Shaolin Temple is still there, but unfortunately, with the development of artificial intelligence, this heritage will only become weaker and weaker, and eventually lose its effect."

Thousands of years old, but also artificial intelligence in just a few years. This is what artificial intelligence is aimed at, not just martial arts, boxing, and fighting techniques.

In other words, with just a little bit of energy, artificial intelligence has surpassed Daxuan's boxing and fighting routines for thousands of years.

If it weren't for the fact that artificial intelligence hadn't cracked the mysteries of each level at this time, the masters in the military had long since become popular, and it would not have been impossible for everyone to be motivated, and everyone to hold Dan.

The power of the times is so amazing.

Even if it is just the dust of the times, it has been able to crush thousands of years of martial arts.

"artificial intelligence"

Su Jie felt a strange feeling in his heart~lightnovelpub.net~ His university major is the subject of artificial intelligence

Huhu~

The wind on the mountain is very strong, and there is a faint appearance of a thunderstorm. Many tourists have hurried down the mountain. There are very few people who are willing to stay on the mountain during thunderstorms.

Mu Longcheng stepped up the stairs without hesitation, and from a distance, he could already see where the Golden Summit of Wudang was.

With the change of the magnetic field between heaven and earth, more faintly, I felt the breath of Daoist Juechen.

"what?"

Suddenly, Mu Longcheng stopped, and there was a ripple in the depths of his eyes.

when!

Immediately, a melodious and ethereal chiming sound fell from the sky.