Simultaneous travel: My sons all have the qualities of an emperor

Chapter 281 Old Heavenly Master: One or Two Hundred Years Old is the Time to Break Through

The old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei was very excited. Who could understand the feeling of meeting a fellow countryman in another world? His bright and reserved eyes were almost filled with tears.

After hearing the waiter's words, he even smiled apologetically, then walked over to Gu Ming and said, "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to ascend?"

Gu Ming chuckled and said, "If you want to come, then come."

Zhang Zhiwei was about to speak when the waiter interrupted him, saying, "Time is precious. Every effort you make now will increase your chances of survival later. Don't waste it on meaningless reminiscing."

Zhang Zhiwei was speechless. In his own world, he was truly invincible, but here, he was just a little Karami, and his three years of training would be completed in less than ten days.

At that time, he would have to try his best to survive in the mouths of those ancient demons.

Then Zhang Zhiwei signaled Gu Ming with his eyes. Gu Ming smiled slightly and patted Zhang Zhiwei on the shoulder. Reminiscing about the past is not a matter of the moment.

Gu Ming also knew that although the waiter seemed unkind, what he said and did was indeed for the good of the human race, so he had no intention of provoking the waiter.

Then the waiter asked, "Name?"

"Gu Ming."

"age."

"About fifty or sixty."

The waiter was speechless. Although the ascension at this age was good, it was still not outstanding.

What shocked him was Feng Yun Wuji standing beside him. A 23-year-old ascender, what a talent! Even among the human race in trillions of years, he could be ranked rd.

"The Martial Arts Temple is open to the human race. You can choose whichever you want to learn, martial arts or magic."

It has to be said that difficult situations can also create the most united cohesion. In the Martial Arts Temple, there are countless martial arts secrets left by the ancient human race, which can be chosen at will.

What a magnanimous thing! In other worlds, any extraordinary skills would not be open to others for learning.

Of course, these can only be used as a reference. After all, in the end, what you cultivate is yourself, and you need to gain enlightenment on your own.

However, this is enough for Gu Ming to truly understand the ways of this world, thereby adding another layer of powerful foundation.

Feng Yun Wuji chose martial arts without hesitation, and Gu Mingze smiled and said, "Martial arts, magic, I want to learn them all."

The waiter frowned and said, "You've bitten off more than you can chew."

Gu Mingdao: "I have a very good appetite."

The waiter said nothing more, so Gu Ming and Feng Yun Wuji entered a dark passage together.

The temple's martial arts were carved into the rocks on both sides of the passage. All the words were extremely small, densely packed, and as vast as the ocean.

Even Feng Yun Wuji was shocked. His mind could not help but immerse himself in the martial arts on the stone wall. He was immersed in this state for a whole day. He only took eight steps forward, but he found strangely that Gu Ming was gone.

Now Feng Yun Wuji's realm is still shallow, so he will feel the reminiscence of the past when he has a little understanding. Of course, on the other hand, it is also because the lifespan of people in this world is very long, and they often have hundreds of billions, trillions, and trillions as if there is no end, so everything has to be accumulated slowly.

But Gu Ming was different. With the realm of the Heavenly Emperor, he could see everything. In a short time, he had seen everything in the Martial Arts Temple, including the "Nine Revolutions of Life and Death" and "Mind Sword Body" that Feng Yun Wuji would continue to develop in the future.

The foundation of the Theory of the Great Dao of the Heavens was once again consolidated at an unparalleled speed.

Three days later, Gu Ming walked out. The waiter's eyebrows furrowed again. What warrior wouldn't immerse themselves in this place and wish they could practice forever? What's wrong with Gu Ming? Is he so ungrateful? "Have you chosen? An ordinary person could wait in there for a year without any problem," the waiter said calmly.

Gu Ming smiled: "I have gained something by chance. Now I am going to look at some magic."

The waiter sighed slightly. The young man did not know how to cherish. He was fickle. How could he achieve anything like this? But he had already made a suggestion, so let Gu Ming go.

Three days later, Gu Ming had read through all the magic techniques left by the ancient human race over billions of years, and his comprehension of the great Dao of this world had reached an extremely high level.

It was at this time that Zhang Zhiwei arrived. The three-year period was about to end, and he was about to leave the protection of the temple. This was the covenant signed by humans and demons.

Anyone who ascends can stay safely in the temple for three years, and after three years they will have to hunt demons.

This seems fair, but it is actually unfair. The number of demons is in the hundreds of billions, while the number of ancient humans is less than 100 million.

Moreover, humans need to practice cultivation, but demons are born with very powerful strength. Humans need to practice non-stop for many years before they can barely compete with demons.

He came to Gu Ming at this moment to say goodbye. After all, this might be the last time they met. This world was cruel, and he had no confidence that he could survive.

"Gu Ming, I'm leaving. I can't stay in this Novice Village anymore." Zhang Zhiwei spoke very humorously, trying to dilute the feeling of separation between life and death.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal. One or two hundred years old is the right time to venture out."

"Where are you going?" Gu Mingdao said.

"Find a place where you can survive."

"and then."

"Let's practice."

"Is it okay not to practice?"

"If I don't practice, you will support me."

Gu Ming smiled brightly: "I will support you!"

Zhang Zhiwei's face moved slightly, as if he was recalling the happy days on Earth, when he had game consoles and could watch short videos of beautiful women, instead of living in this place, where he was in danger of losing his life every day.

Although the two men's conversation was quiet, it could not be hidden from all the practitioners in the Martial Arts Temple. Even the waiter's mouth twitched. He didn't understand why these two people could laugh every day in such a cruel place.

"If you want to leave, just leave. Don't waste time." said the waiter.

Gu Ming smiled slightly, and three strands of hair fell naturally from his head and landed in Zhang Zhiwei's hands. He said:
"Pinch these hairs between your ring finger, and from now on, roam freely in this vast world. If anyone wants to kill you, just clench your fist and shout 'Don't shake Bilian!', and these hairs will protect you."

Zhang Zhiwei's face twitched as he grumbled, "You're addicted to acting. Okay, I appreciate your kindness. Three years from now, if I'm still alive, come find me, an old man, and I'll keep you safe."

Gu Ming laughed in silence, but didn't say much. Anyway, with him taking care of him, nothing would happen to the old Taoist priest.

These words also reached the ears of the waiter, who secretly commented on Gu Ming in his heart: He is a smooth talker, useless, and a waste of rice.

Zhang Zhiwei was like a god, riding the golden light and jumping down from the top of a thousand-foot-high cliff.

Gu Mingze looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. This world was better than Nezha's Conquering the Dragon King and even the world of Shrouding the Sky. This was the result of trillions of years of accumulation by other ancient races.

What he has to do is to integrate all the methods of this world, and under the watchful eyes of the thirteen main gods, make a breakthrough in one fell swoop, thus achieving all goals at once!
(End of this chapter)