Chapter 22 [Half-step East Wind Splitting Palm] (3000, please read and vote) "Wait..." Xu San suddenly became anxious. How could Zhang Chulan be taken away so easily? Wouldn't this be a complete failure? "San, stop chasing." Xu Si suddenly said and stopped Xu San. "No." Xu San frowned, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Why?" They have worked so hard for so long, and Baoer has been guarding her for so many years, and now they let her go just like that. If Xu Si doesn’t give him a reason today, it won’t end! Xu Si did not answer, his eyes were extremely hot, and he said in a deep voice: "Zhang Chulan is a process, and now the result is out." "result?" Xu San was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something and looked at the only outsider present - Lin Xian. From then on, only Xu San, Xu Si, Lin Xian, and Feng Baobao were left in Nadutong's room. What exactly happened? Xu Si took a deep breath, smiled what he thought was a brilliant smile, and asked softly, "Baby, do you know Feng Yao?"
"Feng Yao?" Feng Baobao murmured something, and it was like an alarm clock that stopped for a moment. Then her face turned pale, and she sat down on the ground with a plop, holding her head and crying, recalling something. "Baby, baby..." Feng Baobao's behavior instantly frightened Xu San. He turned around and grabbed Xu Si's clothes, shouting, "Who the hell is Feng Yao? How could Baby be like this?" "Feng Yao, maybe he is the family member that the baby has been looking for for many years." Xu Si took a deep breath, looked at Lin Xian and said, "This Senior Lin told me that Feng Yao is Feng Baobao's father. Is this true?" "Of course it's true. There's nothing good in lying to you." Lin Xian spread his hands and said, "Not only do I know this, but some of the Thirty-Six Bandits in the Jiashen Rebellion also know this." "Who is Feng Yao?" "Thirty-six thieves?" The two brothers Xu San and Xu Si asked different questions. Then, the two looked at each other and asked at the same time, "Why?" "Because Feng Yao is Wu Gensheng's real name." Lin Xian raised the corner of his mouth, without hiding anything, and directly revealed the answer. Xu San and Xu Si might not have heard of the name Feng Yao, but the three words "Wu Gensheng" are well-known. He is the previous leader of Quan Xing. The origin of the Eight Great Skills started with Wu Gensheng. During the Jiashen Rebellion, Wu Gensheng was also responsible for the crime. "This...how is this possible." Xu San looked at Feng Baobao in shock, unable to come back to his senses for a long time until the ringing of his cell phone woke him up. If Feng Baobao is Wu Gensheng's daughter, then how long did she live? Her appearance remains unchanged over the long years, and she still maintains a pure heart. This, this is so horrible! "I don't know how many years have passed in my dreams, and I have forgotten all the thoughts about my youth. Looking back, the past comes to my mind again..." Suddenly, music sounded, and it was a phone call. "Hello, who is that?" Xu San subconsciously picked up his phone and said in a daze. Then the next second he perked up, as if alive, and jumped up like a carp. He said solemnly, "Mr. Zhao... What?! You're coming here in person."
"Even if the Ten Masters and the Eight Wonders have it, you shouldn't be allowed to..." Xu Si was also surprised when he heard this, because the person on the other end of the phone was not someone else, but the company's chairman, Zhao Fangxu. He has extremely high prestige, considers issues very comprehensively, and takes it as his responsibility to maintain the stability of the alien society. He is the real stabilizer of the alien world. If the old Taoist priest is the strongest in the world of extraordinary people, then Mr. Zhao is an outsider. Zhao Fangxu has mastered a unique skill, the [Half-Step East Wind Splitting Palm] to perfection. Under such a magical skill, Wudang, Longhu Mountain, and the Ten Lords all have to bow their heads and do business. "The influence of the Eight Wonders may not be that great." Lin Xian suddenly smiled and said in a faint tone: "But, what if it is immortality?" "what!" At this moment, Xu San and Xu Si were no longer shocked, but felt an inexplicable fear, a resistance to the unknown. The Eight Great Skills were still within human understanding, so what the hell was immortality? How many kings, princes, and generals sought immortality but could not get it, and now it happened to the baby. how can that be! Xu San instinctively turned off the phone, wanting to prevent any information from leaking out, but a weathered voice still came from the other end of the line. "Don't hang up, I'm also an alien, I can hear you." "Mr. Zhao, please listen to my explanation." Xu San's hands were shaking, and he suppressed his fear and said, "Things are not what you think..." This is immortality. Compared with this, the Eight Great Skills are nothing. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao on the other end of the phone cursed: "You two bastards, there's no need to hide it. I knew it a long time ago." In an instant, Xu San and Xu Si were stunned. A long time ago? How long ago was it? So, you all know that we are the only two clowns. "When Lao Xu first joined the company, I knew something was wrong." Zhao Fangxu's old voice echoed throughout the room: "But, the company's goal is to maintain stability, not to find out the truth, so I acquiesced to Lao Xu dragging it out." "It seems we can't delay it any longer now." "If we can't delay it any longer, then let's solve it all at once." Lin Xian suddenly spoke up and said with a smile, "Boss Zhao, let's find a place to meet." Zhao Fangxu was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, "What do you have in mind?" "Immortals return to immortals, and dust returns to dust." Lin Xian said calmly: "Let those who should come come, and let those who should go go." "Okay." After a long time, Zhao Fangxu said a word heavily. Before hanging up the phone, the sound of a helicopter turning was faintly heard from the other end. Xu San and Xu Si looked at each other with complicated expressions and couldn't help but sigh. The baby is like this, and this old monster also looks ageless. What is wrong with this world? Suddenly, they no longer recognized him. How can I jump to the cultivation channel in the world of superpowers that I promised to enter? "It is difficult to achieve immortality, one must knock on the gate of heaven. The eternity has passed in a hurry and no immortal has been seen. Time is ruthless and one must practice Taoism." Lin Xian walked forward slowly, touched Feng Baobao's head, helped her regulate her breath, and then looked into her bright and restrained eyes, and couldn't help asking herself, "You have a bright pearl, which has been locked up by dust for a long time. When will the dust be gone and the light be born, shining through the mountains and rivers?" On the path to immortality, what is the most precious thing? Is it immortal tools, immortal bodies, immortal powers, or immortal souls? Not really, but a brilliant immortal heart.
How many supreme beings have been confused about the way forward, causing their hearts to be clouded and they have fallen on the road to immortality. There is a sacrificial site in front of the gate to immortality! When he cut himself with the sword, he not only cut off his realm of cultivation and the mark of his heart of heaven, but he also cut into his own heart of Tao, which was a denial of his first life. Only with a fairy heart can one avoid falling into darkness and cross the sea of suffering in the world. Feng Baobao, what a magical being, who has gone through all the vicissitudes of life but still has an immortal heart. In Lin Xian's eyes, the innocent Demon Emperor Xiaosong is just like a low-profile version of Xiao Nannan, and his Taoist achievements are extraordinary. The road to immortality is long and the way is endless. Love between men and women is only temporary. In the blink of an eye, the flowers are gone and everything is just a handful of yellow earth. When you look back, everything has changed. Therefore, Lin Xian was unwilling to form a relationship easily. Only the immortals can support each other on the great road, witness the changes of time, and refine their immortal hearts together. Only those who share the same ideals are comrades, and only those who are loyal to each other until death are companions. "Daoyou, wake up." Lin Xian called out softly, her eyes as clear as a baby's met the bright and restrained pupils, which struck the depths of the soul and sensed a trace of sadness. With the soothing effect of the Qi body's source flow, Feng Baobao resumed his movements and slowly raised his head, but his face was full of confusion and hesitation. Where did she come from? The question that had troubled her for a long time had now been solved: her father was Feng Yao. So, there are two questions left. "Who am I? Where am I going?" Feng Baobao raised a philosophical question that hits the soul: everyone has a place to come from and a place to return to, and their names are given by their parents. "Baby, you are Feng Baobao." Xu San and Xu Si said anxiously, their eyes full of anxiety. "I'm Feng Baobao, I'm A Wu..." Feng Baobao said instinctively, paused, and then said: "I want to find my memories and my family." "You have found it now." Lin Xian said softly: "Feng Yao is your father, you were born by Wu Gensheng, this is where you came from." "But, but, I can't remember..." Feng Baobao raised her head, her big grape-like eyes sparkling with tears, full of trauma. She couldn't remember who Feng Yao was, who Wu Gensheng was? ! "Who do you remember?" Lin Xian asked "Gouwa...Gouwa." Feng Baobao shed tears, feeling an indescribable sadness. Her soul is like a bright mirror, untainted by the mundane world, pure and flawless, which is why she is close to being an immortal. Only a few people can leave their reflections on the mirror and be remembered by it. She couldn't remember Xu Xiang, the former head of the North China region of Nadoutong, but she remembered Gouwazi. "Then let's go and see Gouwazi for the last time." Lin Xian touched Feng Baobao's head, and then pulled her up weakly. The twelve-year-old boy supported the woman in white, and walked out of the room against the sunset. The divine patterns flickered, the river map rolled up, and the fairy bridge of gold and silver crossed the void, shining with the light of the sun and the moon, extending all the way to the feet. Standing hand in hand under the halo, the two looked like a pair of golden boy and jade girl, immortals.
The immortal hummed a little tune, stepped onto the immortal bridge, and walked slowly, chanting: "Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but they can't forget fame and honor. Where are the generals and ministers of the past and present? Their graves are covered with grass." "Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but they cannot forget gold and silver. All day long, they only regret that they cannot gather much, and when the time comes, they will close their eyes." "Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but only my beloved wife can't forget you. When you are alive, you talk about your kindness every day, but when you die, you will be gone with others." "Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only their children and grandchildren cannot forget them. There have been many foolish parents in history, but who has ever seen filial children and grandchildren?" "Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but only relatives and friends cannot forget it. Today, all the gatherings and separations are just dreams, and the sunset only shows the water flowing eastward!" "Everyone knows that being a god is good, but only anger and stupidity cannot be forgotten. Wine, sex, money and anger are four walls, and everyone hides inside." "Everyone knows that being a god is good, but only the mind cannot forget it. If one only cultivates the ancestral nature but not the elixir, it will be difficult for the Yin spirit to become a saint after ten thousand calamities." "Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but they cannot forget their physical body. It is like a fool who has no mirror to look at his face and whose life span is the same as the world." "Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but the tradition is unforgettable. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and the Jade Tree Song finally ended the king's aura." "..." (End of this chapter)