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"In the fourth year of Xinli, in Lingnan Road, Wanzhou, Taoist fruit was born, and the master of magical power Yan San was recruited by the Song family..."

"In the autumn of the fourth year of the Xinli calendar, in the same year, Lingnan, Pingxi, Wanlong, Linlong and other Taoists were born one after another..."

"In the next seven years, there were as many as thirty-two people who were clearly recorded in the supernatural powers. Those who were suspected were afraid that there were more than a hundred people..."

"The difference outside the pass is quite different, but the number of Taoist fruits circulating in the Cunxian Mountain in Fang, is actually greater than that in the pass..."

...

As the incense lingers, the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain recite the files softly and report to their teachers.

"In just over ten years, there were nearly two hundred people..."

With the fragrance lingering, Wang Muzhi was writing at his desk, and he couldn't help but put his pen down after listening:

"Great disaster, great chaos, great luck..."

The world is vast, not counting overseas archipelago, not mentioning Dali, Tianlang, and the land of Daming alone had a population of tens of millions in their prime.

Two hundred, not much seems to be.

But all this happened only ten years, and the master of supernatural powers 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 the heroes are rising together. Perhaps it is in line with the theory of the tide of Sanxiaosanren?"

Lin Sheng put together the file and responded to his teacher:

"It's not just the master of magical powers, but in the past ten years, the Martial Saint has also been a few, including the junior uncle, Qi Daoguang, Youlong, Guan Qi, and Song Tiandao..."

"It's just the afterglow of martial arts. In the future, even if the Martial Saint is not reduced to a terrifying sound, the pure Martial Saint is afraid that it will last until your uncle's generation..."

Smelling the smell of incense, Wang Muzhi continued to write at his desk, and Lin Sheng continued to report a lot of information.

However, he is the head of the Northwest Supervision Department, and he is responsible for collecting and organizing external information.

Fangcun Xianshan, which emerged from nowhere, has attracted many major forces, so that in recent years, there has been no war in the border.

Most of the things Lin Sheng reported were related to Fangcun Xianshan. Who has obtained the Taoist fruit and who has learned magical powers...

In recent years, information about Taoist fruits and supernatural powers has spread among ordinary people.

"Go back."

After a long time, Lin Sheng closed the file again, and Wang Muzhi did not raise his head, but waved his hand and asked him to leave.

"teacher……"

Lin Sheng did not withdraw, hesitated for a while, and said:

"Teacher, when will you go back to Northwest Daocheng? Brothers, I miss you very much..."

"miss?"

Stop writing and dip ink, Wang Muzhi looked up at him:

"Why, the place of one way is stable, and he becomes greedy for power?"

"Disciple doesn't dare."

Lin Sheng's face was slightly tight:

"But in recent years, the prince has deviated from us and relied on the new scholars. Those who do not read the classics and do not respect Confucianism, they..."

"I always want to have something, sometimes I want to have more, and I want to think more... This is the nature of human beings. How can I dare or not?"

Looking at the disciple who dared not look directly at him, Wang Muzhi felt bored.

For more than ten years, he has never had the intention of going to the Northwest Dao?

After all, that was where he devoted his efforts and implemented the laws he negotiated and finalized with Prison Yang.

But he suppressed it.

Nothing else, the people of Wanxiang Mountain Gate have had too deep influence on the Northwest Road.

From the battle to the governance to the selection, there has been a lot of authority in all aspects.

Under this circumstance, he was less and less able to go to the northwest in person. He was not worried that Yang Yu would not have the same tolerance as others, but that his disciples were inflating their ambitions.

pity……

"It's not bad to think about things, but you're the best, just think about it..."

After a slight pause, Wang Muzhi didn't say much, waved his hand and told him to get out.

The latter seemed to have thousands of words in his heart, but he had to bow and retreat.

"Human heart, heart..."

In the empty room, Wang Muzhi lost his mind to write. After a long time, he sighed and took a few steps:

"The teacher has listened for a long time but doesn't speak. Is he going to see the disciples joke?"

Outside the door was Xu Wenji, who was getting older and he walked into the room slowly with his crutches:

"Maybe, this is a lineage? My disciples are disobedient, and your disciples are different from you..."

"There is no same flower in the world, and people without the same mind, so naturally, the Tao is different..."

Holding the teacher down, Wang Muzhi shook his head:

"What is complicated in the hearts of disciples is not that they have other thoughts, but that they have short-sighted eyes..."

"Glory, wealth and power are in control, who doesn't want to? Oh, by the way, except for you back then..."

Looking at his most satisfied and rebellious disciple indifferently, Xu Wenji's expression was a little subtle:

"I still remember that you were only eleven or twelve years old. In class, I asked you about your ambitions, but only you answered, and I remember them deeply..."

When I heard from the teacher that Wang Muzhi was also a little nostalgic about that year:

"But my disciples always believe that everyone can become a saint..."

"so……"

Xu Wenji looked at the paper on the desk and the ink was still dry:

"Can you become a saint with this book?"

"It's just that I feel something after hearing the changes over the years."

Wang Muzhi closed the door and rekindled the incense. This was his homemade incense, which allowed him to calm his mind and calm down.

Xu Wenji stopped talking, slowly flirted through the paper, sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched, and said for a long time:

"What do you think is so pessimistic?"

"It's not pessimism, but fact..."

Carefully put away the paper, Wang Muzhi looked calm:

"The changes in the sky are all earth-shaking changes in the sky and earth, and it is even more intense and terrifying to people..."

Xu Wenji yawned. In recent years, his spirit has become worse and worse. He wants to sleep under the incense of calmness.

"The Lord of Divine Powers, not a warrior!"

Taking a deep breath, Wang Muzhi continued:

"The Martial Saint, even if it is extremely strong, it is still difficult to escape the category of mortals. Their descendants and descendants cannot control martial arts. Even if there is a way for ordinary people to change their destiny...

The Lord of Divine Powers, they are not immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons, but they are no longer humans! However, Taoism can be passed down from generation to generation through magical tools refined by divine seeds..."

Xu Wenji frowned slightly:

"you……"

"Teacher, in the future, for the young junior brother, Qi Daoguang, and the old demon of the Black Mountain, it may be a prosperous era...

But for ordinary people, it will be a deeper disaster than before, for now…”

In the room, Wang Muzhi lowered his eyes:

"The supernatural powers can be passed on. This is so terrifying... How can an ordinary person compete with such a person if he is practicing martial arts?"

Xu Wenji's expression was slightly moved:

"You think that when the troubled times are pacified, the world will be mastered by those masters who have a long life, have a strong and powerful life, and can pass on their magical powers from generation to generation..."

"meeting……"

Wang Muzhi was about to say something, but suddenly his heart moved and heard the drums in the pass explode, and a large number of soldiers, armor and armor were rubbing and colliding.

"Enemy attack?!"

Xu Wenji coughed violently and stood up.

Wang Muzhi had already put his arm on and came to the city wall with lightning speed.

I heard the thunderstorm on the plains, endless snow waves rolling, like the waves of the sea, one height higher than the other, and one wave higher than the other.
To be continued...