Chapter 1 The Atmosphere凝固

The woman's voice fell, and the atmosphere on the boat suddenly solidified.

The man carrying a long saber and the two guards dressed as servants stepped forward together, their zhenqi surging, as if facing a great enemy.

Clearly, they had all heard of An Qisheng's reputation and knew that he was an extremely dangerous person.

"I didn't expect it to have spread so widely?"

An Qisheng smiled, not hiding anything: "That's right, I was the one who killed Shi Chun."

His spirit had improved to the level of utmost sincerity, understanding the ability to sense danger and avoid it. At this point, he no longer cared if others knew his identity.

"Daozhang (Taoist Priest) has such spirit."

The young woman clapped her hands and smiled, her eyes full of admiration: "Daozhang has accomplished such a great feat, it won't be long before your name shakes the world."

This young woman had a heroic bearing, but her words were soft, and her eyes were like peach blossoms, as if about to overflow with water.

Such charm made the boatmen stare blankly, almost forgetting to row.

Only An Qisheng remained calm.

Beauty was meaningless to him. No matter how good-looking, how slender, or how outstanding her temperament, his heart was like still water.

Mere beauty was like a breeze to him.

It wasn't that he was without desire, but that his body was leak-proof, and even a trace of primordial yang couldn't stir up waves.

However, beautiful things are always pleasing to the eye, and a trace of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

This woman possessed martial arts skills, and her figure was slender and beautiful, making her a very good vase.

Noticing his gaze, the woman was secretly surprised.

She naturally knew her own charm. She had always dressed as a man and attracted countless gazes along the way. She had rarely seen such a gaze that only contained appreciation and no lust.

"What if my name shakes the world?"

An Qisheng just shook his head.

He ignored them and led his horse to the front of the cabin, casually tied it up, and strode into the cabin.

As he entered, he waved his hand:

"Boatman, this poor Daoist's horse doesn't eat grass. If you have meat, send it a portion. A portion for the poor Daoist will suffice."

The boatman responded and sent a boatman to prepare.

"Master, this man is so rude."

The man with the saber frowned slightly.

"Alright."

The heroic young woman raised her folding fan to stop him, and said lightly:

"He doesn't even bother to ask our names. Naturally, he has no intention of interacting with us. What's the point of talking about rudeness?"

"Then?"

The man with the saber glanced at the cabin.

"That Feng Qingxuan has caused such a big storm. This trip to Central Province should not be too boring."

A smile appeared on the heroic young woman's face, and she turned and ordered:

"Later, take a portion of the meal and let me deliver it to that Daozhang."

"This..."

The two guards looked at each other, feeling a little pained.

"My father taught me that there is no one in the world who cannot be befriended..."

The heroic young woman put away her folding fan and said lightly:

"If there is, it must be because you haven't invested enough!"

"Yes!"

The two guards bowed in response.

Then, the group returned to the cabin.

From beginning to end, the boatmen on the boat could not hear the conversation between them at all.

It was as if all the sounds were confined around them, without a trace leaking out.

Hoo~

The swaying candlelight flickered, seizing a place in the darkness.

An Qisheng sat steadily in the cabin, a ripple in his deep eyes:

"Money can make the gods move..."

It had only been seven days since he left Qingzhou Prefecture. No matter how fast the news spread, not everyone could know.

That heroic woman was naturally not an ordinary person.

With a thought, the woman's mental imprint in his vision lit up:

Zhao Changying】

Hoo~

Before he could check it, the human skin scroll in his sleeve began to wriggle again, wanting to come out.

Since the day he killed Chi Wuti, this human skin scroll had been restless every day.

"What do you want to say again?"

An Qisheng flipped his wrist and took out the human skin scroll.

"Aura! You, you already have a prototype of a divine meridian?!"

Words flowed and disappeared on the human skin scroll like running water:

"How could it be so fast? And it's not right, your aura is too weak. The aura of a divine meridian can cover dozens of miles and attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within dozens of miles. This is not it, no........"

"Your zhenqi has not yet exchanged with heaven and earth, and your qi channels are clearly not formed. How can the aura of a divine meridian be born?"

"Inconceivable, inconceivable........"

"Also, my wheel, where did you sense my wheel?"

The human skin scroll babbled, as if a chatterbox had finally released the doubts that had been accumulated for a long time.

It really had too many doubts.

Although it could not clearly perceive everything outside, the vague perception was enough for it to deduce what had happened.

Therefore, it was too unbelievable.

This was completely unreasonable!

"Do you only want to say these nonsense words?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm, and he had no intention of answering its questions at all.

He had not spied on the secrets on this human skin scroll, because the feeling that the will gave him was the same as the monks in the Zhuanlun Temple.

However, this did not prevent him from using the Dao-One Diagram to read all the secrets of the human skin scroll.

In fact, he was keeping the human skin scroll at this time only because he vaguely felt that it might be useful in the future. Otherwise, he would have completely destroyed it long ago.

Secrets?

For him, anyone who came before him had no secrets.

"You........"

The human skin scroll trembled, and the writing on it quickly changed:

"I really want to cooperate with you. As long as you help me find my wheel, I can promise you anything."

"Is that so?"

An Qisheng stroked his chin: "What can you exchange with me?"

"The Motian Zhuanlun Seal, I can give it to you, word for word."

The human skin scroll responded after a moment of silence.

"The Motian Zhuanlun Method?"

An Qisheng tapped the table with his finger, reciting a scripture with a smile that was not a smile:

"...Emptiness reaches the extreme, yet is boundless. Creation gives rise to all things. Above, see the heavens; below, see the earth. Within, see myself; without, see others. First see myself, then see all living beings. Finally, see heaven and earth, then I am connected to heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are connected to me. The great world is thus formed..."

The scripture was very short, but the human skin scroll fell into a deathly silence.

How could it forget this scripture?

This was the general outline of the Motian Zhuanlun Method, and also the essence of divine meridian cultivation.

Where did he get it from?

How was it possible?!

The consciousness in the human skin scroll fell into chaos, self-doubt, almost thinking that it had leaked it out unknowingly.

For a time, the human skin scroll flickered uncertainly, and the consciousness was sometimes furious, sometimes full of killing intent, sometimes self-doubt...

It was like a disordered program.

An Qisheng gently pinched the human skin scroll and stuffed it back into his sleeve, saying lightly:

"What do you have to trade with me?"

After obtaining the secrets of the human skin scroll with Dao power, he knew Da Motian's life even better than Da Motian himself.

Da Motian was a top expert from seven hundred years ago. He had a talent, and after achieving the divine meridian, he observed heaven and earth and comprehended the Dao, creating this Motian Zhuanlun Method.

He had once approached the legendary realm of heaven and man.

Even, without any inheritance guidance, he comprehended some of the secrets of heaven and man through the legends of the Eight Great Heaven and Man Divine Weapons.

However, before he could forge the Zhuanlun Seal, he was beheaded by the Chunqiu Longque Blade held by the Dragon Sparrow Saber at Motian Peak.

His remaining spirit, under the shattering of his bones, attached itself to his only remaining piece of skin, and was lucky enough to survive.

However, it was extremely difficult for a pure spirit to survive. Over the past seven hundred years, he had paid a great price, but he had also dissipated seventy to eighty percent of his memory.

Even if he found the Zhuanlun Seal, it was unlikely that he would return to the world.

Because at this time, it was less of Da Motian's consciousness, and more of Da Motian's memory.

A fragmented memory, what could he trade with it?

In order to obtain the Motian Zhuanlun Method that was already in his hands, he would rush to the Zhuanlun Temple and fight the Zhuanlun King to the death?

That was naturally impossible.

However, there seemed to be secrets about heaven and man that Da Motian had searched for in the Zhuanlun Seal. If his martial arts were greatly accomplished one day, he would have to borrow the Zhuanlun Seal from the Zhuanlun King to take a look.

But that would not be for this human skin scroll.

Da da da~

Just as he stuffed the human skin scroll back into his sleeve, there was a knock on the door.

"The door is not closed."

An Qisheng replied, and a boatman walked in with a tray.

"Daoist Master, this is the meat you wanted, and a pot of wine."

The boatman handed over the tray with a smile, and then retreated.

An Qisheng poured a cup of wine, took two sips slowly, and then said:

"Since you're here, why not come in."

The door was pushed open.

The heroic woman walked in, holding a tray in one hand and a pot of wine in the other.

As she walked in, a fresh fragrance spread throughout the room.

"Liangzhou has many mountains, and there are many strange beasts in the mountains, but the most delicious is the Dragon Fish in the Dalong River! Its meat is not only delicious, but also a precious medicine. One of the main ingredients in the Jishen Dan of the Jishen Sect is the bones of this Dragon Fish!"

The woman sat down opposite An Qisheng without any pretension, put down the things in her hand, and poured a glass of wine for An Qisheng:

"This is my father's treasured medicinal wine for thirty years. It is most beneficial for increasing one's power. Even a master of great accomplishment in the Xiantian (Innate) realm can benefit from drinking it."

A pot of wine, a fish.

It seemed ordinary, but in reality, it was an expensive item that ordinary people could not see in their lifetime, worth a thousand gold.

The saying that money can make the gods move, it was a bit interesting.

Inviting someone to dinner was already so generous, how extravagant would it be if she really made a move?

"Giving gifts to others must be for a purpose."

An Qisheng glanced at the fish and a pot of wine on the table, and said calmly:

"This poor Daoist is alone, without any possessions. What is there to plot for, Miss?"

"Daozhang is young, heroic, and has profound martial arts skills. You are truly a first-class talent in the world."

The heroic woman smiled, looking even more delicate under the lamplight:

"Perhaps I, this little woman, have taken a fancy to you, Daozhang?"

"Young and heroic?"

An Qisheng's face twitched, and his voice suddenly turned cold:

"This poor Daoist is much older than you think. Being your great-grandfather might be slightly insufficient, but being your grandfather should be more than enough..."

Pa!

The wine glass in the woman's hand was instantly crushed to pieces.

The smile on her delicate face disappeared instantly:

"Daozhang is joking?! Huh?!"

Halfway through her words, her expression suddenly changed, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

Only to see extremely unbelievable changes happening on An Qisheng's body.

His straight body seemed to have shrunk, his black hair turned to silver, and a white beard visibly grew on his smooth chin.

At the same time, the exuberant vitality on his body also fell to a low point, like the morning sun encountering the night.

In an instant, he had transformed from a young man in his prime to an old man in his twilight years!

The heroic young woman was stunned, feeling an aura of vicissitudes of life rushing towards her, as if she had seen an old antique left over from the previous dynasty.

"This poor Daoist never jokes, and I have even less reason to joke with you."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes, his voice becoming hoarse and ancient:

"Don't you think so, Third Chief of the East Depot, Eunuch Zhao, whose money can move the gods!!!"