Chapter 22: 【Half-Step East Wind Splitting Sky Palm】 (3000, asking for follow-up reading)

"Wait..." Xu San was anxious. How could Zhang Chulan be taken away so simply? This is not a failure.

"San, don't chase." Xu Si suddenly said, stopping Xu San.

"Don't chase." Xu San frowned, a trace of cold light appeared in his pupils: "Why?"

They have worked hard for so long, and Baobao has guarded for so many years, saying let go and let go.

If Xu Si doesn't give him a reason today, it's not over!

Xu Si didn't answer either, his eyes were extremely hot, and he said in a deep voice: "Zhang Chulan is the process, now the result has come out."

"Result?"

Xu San was stunned, then seemed to think of something, looking at the only outsider at the scene—Lin Xian.

Since then, only Xu San, Xu Si, Lin Xian, and Feng Baobao remained in the Nandu Tong room.

What exactly happened?

Xu Si took a deep breath, a smile he considered brilliant, and asked softly: "Baobao, do you know this person Feng Yao?"

"Feng Yao?"

Feng Baobao murmured, as if pressed by an alarm clock, instantly stopped, then her expression turned white, and she sat on the ground with a thud, holding her head and crying, not just recalling something.

"Baobao, Baobao..." Feng Baobao's behavior instantly scared Xu San. He turned around and grabbed Xu Si's clothes, shouting: "Who the hell is Feng Yao? How could Baobao be like this."

"Feng Yao, perhaps it is the family member Baobao 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?"

"Naturally it is true. I have no benefit in lying to you." Lin Xian spread his hands and said: "Not only do I know, but some of the Thirty-Six Thieves in the Jiashen Rebellion also know."

"Who is Feng Yao?"

"Thirty-Six Thieves?"

Xu San and Xu Si, the two brothers asked different questions.

Immediately, the two looked at each other and opened their mouths in unison: "Why?"

"Because Feng Yao is Wu Gensheng's real name." Lin Xian hooked his mouth, without any concealment, directly revealing the answer.

Xu San and Xu Si might not have heard the name Feng Yao, but the three words Wu Gensheng are deafening, the previous sect master of Quansheng.

The beginning of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques started from Wu Gensheng, and in the Jiashen Rebellion, Wu Gensheng also had an inescapable responsibility.

"This... how is this possible." Xu San looked at Feng Baobao in shock, unable to return to his soul for a long time.

If Feng Baobao is Wu Gensheng's daughter, then how long has she lived?

In the long years, her appearance has not changed, and she still maintains a heart of innocence.

This, this, is too terrifying!

"I don't know how many years have passed in the dream, forgetting the dust of green silk. Looking back, a piece of past events emerges again..." The music sounded suddenly, it was a phone call.

"Hey, who is it?" Xu San subconsciously picked up the phone, confused, and then the next second he was spirited, jumping up like he was alive, solemn: "Zhao Zong... what?! You want to come over in person."

"Even if it is the Ten Elders and the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, it shouldn't let you..."

Xu Four, who heard this sentence, also looked surprised, because the person on the other side of the phone was not someone else, but the company chairman Zhao Fangxu, who had high prestige, considered problems very comprehensively, and took maintaining the stability of the special ability society as his own responsibility. He is the true Stabilizing Pillar of the special ability world.

If it is said that the Old Heavenly Master is the strongest in the special ability world, then Zhao Zong is the existence outside the discussion.

With one unique skill, 【Half-Step East Wind Splitting Sky Palm】, Zhao Fangxu has practiced it to perfection. Under such divine skill, what Wudang, what Mount Longhu, what Ten Elders must all bow their heads and do business.

"The influence of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques may not be that big." Lin Xian suddenly smiled, his tone leisurely: "But what if it is immortality?"

"What!"

Xu San and Xu Si were no longer shocked at this moment, but a kind of inexplicable chill, a kind of resistance to the unknown. The Eight Extraordinary Techniques were still within human understanding, what kind of ghost is immortality?

How many kings and generals could not seek immortality, but it appeared on Baobao.

How is this possible!

Xu San instinctively hung up the phone, wanting to prevent all information from leaking, but the voice of vicissitudes still came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't hang up, I am also a special ability user, I can hear it."

"Zhao Zong, let me explain." Xu San's hands trembled, suppressing his fear and saying: "Things, not what you imagined..."

This is immortality.

Compared with it, the Eight Extraordinary Techniques are nothing.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zong on the other end of the phone scolded: "You two bastards, don't cover it up, I knew something was wrong when Old Xu first joined the company."

In an instant, Xu San and Xu Si were stunned. How long ago was it?

Together, you all know, only the two of us are clowns.

"The company's goal is to maintain stability, not to investigate the truth, so I acquiesced to Old Xu dragging it on." Zhao Fangxu's old voice echoed in the room: "Now it seems that it can't be dragged on."

"Can't drag on, then solve it together." Lin Xian suddenly spoke, smiling: "Zhao Zong, let's meet somewhere."

Zhao Fangxu was silent for a moment, then asked slowly: "What can you do."

"Immortals return to immortals, dust returns to dust." Lin Xian said calmly: "Let those who should come come, let those who should go go."

"Good." For a long time, Zhao Fangxu dropped a word heavily. Before hanging up the phone, the sound of the helicopter rotating came faintly from that end.

Xu San and Xu Si looked at each other, full of complexity, and couldn't help but sigh.

Baobao is like this, and this old monster is also not old. What happened to this world.

Suddenly, it became the way they didn't recognize.

Said good special ability world, how to jump to the cultivation channel.

"Longevity is difficult, knocking on the sky pass, eternal time does not see immortals, years are ruthless and practice the Dao heart."

Lin Xian walked forward slowly, touched Feng Baobao's head, helped her adjust her breath, then looked at her introverted pupils, and couldn't help but ask and answer himself: "You have a bright pearl, long locked by dust. When will the dust be exhausted and the light born, illuminating the ten thousand mountains and rivers?"

On the road to immortality, what is the most precious? Is it immortal tools, immortal bodies, immortal power, immortal souls? It is not so, but a bright immortal heart.

How many supreme beings have fallen on the road to longevity because the road ahead is confusing, causing the Dao heart to be covered in dust.

In front of the immortal gate is the sacrificial ground!

Cutting oneself with a knife, cutting off more than just realm cultivation, the imprint of the heart of heaven, but also cutting a knife on one's own Dao heart, is a denial of one's first life.

Only with an immortal heart can one not fall into darkness and cross the bitter sea of red dust.

Feng Baobao, what a magical existence, experiencing the red dust of ten thousand feet, an immortal heart does not change.

In Lin Xian's eyes, it is like the demon emperor Xiaosong with a heart of innocence, just like a low-profile version of Little Nan Nan, with extraordinary Dao fruit.

The road to immortality is long, the path is boundless, men and women love only for a while, in the blink of an eye, the flowers become empty, a handful of yellow soil, looking back, things are different.

Therefore, Lin Xian is unwilling to easily form a bond.

Only those who live long can support each other on the road of the Great Dao, witness the changes of the years, and wash the immortal heart together.

Like-minded people are comrades, and those who die without regret are Dao companions.

"Daoist, wake up." Lin Xian gave a light drink, his eyes as clear as a baby's, facing the introverted pupils, hitting the depths of the soul, sensing that trace of sadness.

Under the comfort of the Origin of Qi and Body, Feng Baobao regained her action, slowly raised her head, but her face was full of confusion and hesitation.

Where did she come from? The problem that had plagued her for a long time has now been solved. Her father is Feng Yao.

Then, there are two questions left.

"Who am I? Where am I going?"

Feng Baobao asked a philosophical question that hit the soul. People have origins, and also destinations. Names are given by parents.

"Baobao, you are Feng Baobao." Xu San and Xu Si said eagerly, their eyes full of anxiety.

"I am Feng Baobao, I am Awu..." Feng Baobao said instinctively, paused, and then said: "I want to find my memory, my family."

"You have already found it now."

Lin Xian said softly: "Feng Yao is your father, you were born by Wu Gensheng, this is your origin."

"But, but, I can't remember..." Feng Baobao raised her head, crystal tears flashing in her grape-like big eyes, full of trauma. She couldn't remember, who is Feng Yao, who is Wu Gensheng?!

"Then who do you remember?" Lin Xian asked.

"Puppy... Puppy." Feng Baobao shed tears, with an unspeakable sadness.

Her heart is like a bright mirror, not stained by red dust, pure and flawless, so she can be close to immortality.

Only a few people can leave reflections on the mirror and be remembered by her.

She couldn't remember Xu Xiang, the former person in charge of the North China District of Nandu Tong, but she remembered Puppy.

"Then go and see Puppy for the last time." Lin Xian touched Feng Baobao's head, then pulled the weak her, the twelve-year-old dusty boy supported the white-clothed woman, facing the sunset, walking out of the room.

Divine patterns flickered, a scroll of river charts, the golden-silver interlaced immortal bridge crossed the void, shining with the light of the sun and moon, extending all the way to his feet. Standing together in the halo, the two were like a pair of golden boys and jade girls, immortal people.

The immortal hummed a little tune, stepped on the immortal bridge, chanted and walked slowly: "People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget fame and fortune. Where are the generals of the past? A pile of wild graves is gone."

"People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget gold and silver. They only hate that they can't gather much in the morning, and when they gather, their eyes are closed."

"People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget their beautiful wives. They talk about kindness every day when they are born, and when they die, they follow others."

"People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget their children and grandchildren. There are many infatuated parents since ancient times, who has seen filial children and grandchildren?"

"People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget their relatives and friends. The gathering and scattering today are all dreams, and the sunset only sees the water flowing east!"

"People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget their anger and obsession. Wine, color, wealth, and Qi are four walls, and everyone hides inside."

"People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget their wisdom. Only cultivating the ancestral nature and not cultivating the elixir, ten thousand tribulations of Yin spirits are difficult to enter the saint."

"People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget their form. Just like a mirror without a treasure mirror, life is the same as heaven and earth, a fool."

"People in the world know that immortals are good, but they can't forget their inheritance. Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, the jade tree song ends and the king's spirit collects."

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