Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 200 A young man in the desert
  "Father." When he saw the person coming, the young man Wan Yankang called out.

Qiu Chuji also nodded slightly and said, "Your Majesty."

Wanyan Honglie walked up to the two of them with a loving look on his face, first touched his son's little head, and then said to Qiu Chuji:

"Taoist Qiu, Kang'er is still young, you can teach him slowly, don't be in a hurry."

When Qiu Chuji heard this, his expression was incomprehensible, but he said: "What the prince said is absolutely true. Although the prince said that his talent in martial arts is dull, his diligence can make up for his weakness. He has made rapid progress in practicing internal skills. Given time, he will definitely become a great person."

"It's good that Taoist Master understands." Wanyan Honglie took one of his son's hands and said to Qiu Chuji, "Taoist Master Qiu, Suzhai has been prepared. Please go to the front yard to taste it."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome." Qiu Chuji said politely.

While talking, the three of them walked towards the front yard.

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Desert.

Yellow sand is everywhere and green grass is everywhere.

As far as the eye can see, the vast desert stretches for thousands of miles, endless, empty and silent. The whole world is full of green and crisp.

The prairie wolves have been the greatest threat to the Central Plains since the Qin and Han Dynasties.

There were Xiongnu in the Qin and Han Dynasties, and the chaos between the Three Kingdoms and the Jin Dynasty caused the Central Plains to become rivers of blood, mountains of bones, and corpses everywhere. During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, tribes such as Turks, Uighurs, and Khitans emerged one after another and became threats to the Central Plains.

The Liao Dynasty, which has only been destroyed for more than a hundred years, was founded by the Khitans. After the Khitans destroyed the Jurchens, the fishing and hunting people on the land of Liaodong, the vast grassland lost its master and once again fell into the stage of competition among heroes. .

Facing the Kingdom of Jin, they are no more than pigs and dogs.

Every few years, the Jin people would come to the desert to carry out reduction. This prevents the prairie wolves from becoming a threat to their own family.

Under this situation, the entire prairie has been divided for a long time, and the blood has almost stained the entire prairie land red.

However, amidst the constant fighting, a desert dragon is about to rise.

The tribe is so small!

It is a powerful tribe that has just emerged on the prairie in the past few years. The leader of the tribe - Borjijin Temujin, is also known as the first hero of the grassland, as famous as Gurhan Zamuhe. Together they worship Sun Khan Wang Han, the largest power in the grassland, as their adoptive father.

Temujin fought hundreds of battles in the south, defeated several large tribes, and annexed all the soldiers and horses of these tribes.

Invisibly, there is already a tendency to unify the entire prairie.

hiss!
  On the vast grassland, the Borjijin tribe once again launched a war against other surrounding tribes.

Thousands of men and horses from both sides were fighting on the vast prairie. Every time the scimitars in their hands and extremely sharp arrows appeared, they could take away a person's life.

Blood splattered and blood flowed into rivers.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the two sides finally decided the winner. Temujin had already ambushed a group of troops on the flanks. After the enemies came out in full force, the flanking troops rushed out and completely defeated the enemies on the spot.

Then, the soldiers poured out and pressed against the enemy.

After waiting for less than half an hour, the enemy leader was completely wiped out, and all his troops were annexed by Temujin.

However, what Temujin didn't know was that everything he had seen recently was reflected in another pair of eyes.

On the prairie, although there are no mountains, there are hills. On a hill in the distance, a middle-aged Taoist priest in black robes looked at the battle in the distance. Seeing Temujin's soldiers and horses winning again, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I never thought that the soldiers and horses on the grassland are so elite. They are more than a step ahead of the Golden Soldiers." "If the grassland is unified and the soldiers and horses move south, the Golden Soldiers will definitely not be their opponents."

At the end, there was some hesitation in the Taoist priest's expression.

"This time, the master said that I had a cause and effect on this prairie. Could it be that it was Temujin?"

"Hello, Taoist Master." The middle-aged Taoist priest thought to himself, holding the fly whisk tightly in his hand, when he suddenly heard a call from beside him.

Swish!
  Hearing the call ringing in his ears, the Taoist priest was startled and lowered his head subconsciously, because what he heard was not the words on the grassland, but Chinese.

What caught his eye was a handsome and cute boy, probably only about ten years old.

The young man was dressed like a grassland boy, but when his eyes moved, there was a hint of cunning that only Chinese people could see.

A pair of black eyes keep moving, and one can tell at a glance that he is very smart.

Seeing this young man, the Taoist priest suddenly thought, smiled at him, and said, "Little baby, what is your name?"

"Taoist Master, my name is Guo Jing." The young man said playfully, "My family lives nearby. I saw you when I was out playing, so I came over to ask."

"Guo Jing?" Hearing this name, the Taoist priest felt more and more strange, "You are a Han, why are you on the grassland?"

Guo Jing tilted his head and said, "My father was killed, and my mother took me to escape all the way to the grassland."

"I see." Ma Yu, the leader of the Quanzhen Seven Sons, nodded thoughtfully, "In that case, do you want to learn kung fu from Pindao?"

"Okay! Okay!" After hearing Ma Yu's words, Guo Jing clapped his hands excitedly and danced, looking extremely excited. "I want to learn martial arts, and I don't want to be bullied."

"Haha." Seeing Guo Jing so happy, Ma Yu couldn't help but laugh.

At that moment, he took the young man's hand and walked towards his house.

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Huang Yaoshi, the owner of Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, is proficient in all aspects of Qi Men Dun Jia, astrological divination, poems and songs, scriptures, and all kinds of knowledge.

On this day, deep inside Peach Blossom Island, in a monastery.

Zhu Hefeng and Huang Yaoshi sat opposite each other. Between them, there were several secret books, Nine Yin Manual, Xiao Wuxiang Gong, and even what Huang Yaoshi had learned, all put together.

On one side, there are many Taoist classics on display.

Zhu Hefeng picked up a copy of Huang Ting Jing and said: "Brother Huang, from my point of view, if you want to create the art of looking at the emperor's energy, the most indispensable thing is your eyesight."

"It contains the Taoist concept of looking for energy, which is the right way."

Huang Yaoshi nodded first, then shook his head, and said in a deep tone: "What Taoist Brother Wuyou said is very true, but this alone is not enough."

"In my opinion, any kind of martial arts must have a profound concept contained in it. Just like the breadth of the Nine Yin Scriptures, the purity of Wang Chongyang's Nine Yang Scriptures, and even the Xiao Wuxiang given by Brother Wuyou The formless thought in gong.”

"In my opinion, the concept of the emperor's qi-gazing technique only has two words, see through! See through everything and refine your eyes. The Taoist qi-gazing concept alone is not enough."

Zhu Hefeng nodded and said, "What Brother Huang said is absolutely true."

"Then I'll start soon!"

At the end of the conversation, the two of them looked extremely excited.

(End of this chapter)