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They were lying on their stomachs quietly, silently, looking towards the darkness in the cave.

The predator meets the prey, the meat eater meets the herbivore, but there is nothing wrong with each other, and the scene is extremely peaceful.

What's in the cave?

His arrival was discovered by a tiger. The beast turned his head to look at him, then suddenly got up, Wang Ping'an was stunned, thinking that the big worm was going to eat himself, but he intuitively felt that the tiger was spiritual, emotional, and not Maybe you don’t even eat the rabbit beside your mouth, just catch people and kill them?

Sure enough, the tiger made a listening gesture, and then roared a few times, the group of beasts let out a way, and Wang Ping'an could step straight into the cave.

do you want to go?

Of course I am going.

There are so many fairy stories, he dreams of an adventure after seeing it, and now the opportunity is right in front of him, how can he let it go?

Courageously passing through the herd, he entered the cave.It wasn't dark here, there were small holes leaking light in, and there were no living things in the holes. Wang Ping'an walked forward with ease, and he ended up after walking a few steps when he didn't want to.

A stone wall blocked the way, and it was wet and covered with moss.

The little Taoist looked around and saw no immortals. He immediately became anxious. He kept groping on the stone wall. The rough rock was cold and hard, and there was still a layer of sticky water stains. He approached the stone and looked carefully.

Go all the way down until the right hand touches a smooth jade-like wall.

Wang Pingan took a leap, took out the medicinal picking hoe, and began to shave the stone along the edge of the jade. These are limestone, which is still crunchy. The little Taoist priest has been busy for an hour and is tired to death. Only then can he see that there is one embedded in the stone The black four-sided pyramid is obviously a man-made, imitating Mount Xumi.He was overjoyed now, forgetting his exhaustion, and digging harder.

After three rods in the sun, most of the stone was cleared, Wang Ping'an pulled out the pyramid from the stone, and he also pulled out a piece of gold paper.

As soon as the golden paper came out, the beasts wailed outside the cave. Wang Ping'an held the pyramid and looked at the golden paper on the ground in a daze. The corner of the paper roll was spread out, revealing an iron-black arm and a thin palm. With evil and horror.

At this glance, he seemed to be caught in his internal organs, and he felt a sharp pain.

"Ah--" the cry, quickly lowered as the lungs were drained of air.

He felt that he was going to die, this was not a fairy fate, it was death.

At this moment, a white light emerged from the pyramid in his arms, gently soothing his body and mind, Wang Ping'an gasped as if he was about to drown, not daring to look at the golden paper again.

The light in the pyramid became brighter and brighter, causing the Taoist brows to become hot.

Calm words sounded in his ears, "You picked up the hilt, remember to send it to the descendant of Taiwu, don't run around, move faster."

What hilt?Taoist priests did not understand.

Suddenly, the pyramid shook, Wang Ping'an couldn't hold him, he immediately let go, and saw the black jade-like quadrangular pyramid suddenly pressed against the gold paper, and then there was a muffled hum, and both disappeared.

Nothing was caught.

All morning was wasted.

Wang Pingan stayed for a while, and then recovered. The noise outside was not small. He was afraid that someone would come soon, so he quickly picked up the medicine basket and prepared to leave.

After exiting the cave, all the animals lying on the ground were dead.

The cold wind blows, and the sweaty little Taoist only feels cold in his heart.

Chapter 179 Paradox, the Fist of the Supreme

On this day, Wang Ping'an returned home in a daze. The master scolded him why he had been there for so long, and the food on the stove was cold.

He didn't answer, he looked lost.

Song Kaixiu conjured his soul that night, but unexpectedly, from then on, Wang Ping'an seemed to have regained his consciousness, and martial arts and techniques were advancing by leaps and bounds.

Ranshan’s youngest three descendants, the youngest chief, is hailed as one son in three hundred years. These remarkable achievements have been achieved in just ten years.

Such an outstanding Wang Ping’an, but his life is ordinary, daily life, cultivating martial arts, socializing and making friends... everything is in order, as if a puppet that was manipulated, but a puppet with spirit, what he really is The appearance is deeply hidden.

No one knew that he was still that mediocre boy.

His master Song Kaixiu was so satisfied after having such an outstanding disciple, he would brag about him.

Everything that I met in that cave that day was carefully hidden by this Taoist priest.Not even his good friend Bai Zimo knew.

Wang Ping'an knew that everything he had obtained was inseparable from the pyramid and the page of gold paper.They improved his talents intentionally or unintentionally.

However, time flies, slowly, even he himself has forgotten this long-lasting memory.

He is getting stronger and better known, and he is respected by more and more people from his classmates, but he doesn't feel happy at all.

Wang Pingan loves to talk and laugh, but after the joyous scene is gone, there is only a deeper emptiness.

Live well, so what?

Wang Ping An felt that he owed a lot of things.

Until that afternoon, on the boat at the dock.

Encountered that girl.

She was also ordinary, and gave Wang Ping an a sense of the same kind-the fate of a mediocre person.

The Taoist priest is not good enough, but he realizes that he will be like countless sect predecessors, walking through the established trails for a smooth life.

And what about the little sister of the fisherman?She lives in the ordinary, but she yearns for the extraordinary—often a mediocre dream that has not yet given up on fate.

Despite this, Wang Ping'an could say aloud that he likes to be surly--but he dare not.

Seeing her is like seeing my destiny.

Simple, irrational determination.

This is not love at first sight, this is the love that Taoist priests have planned for a long time.Fu Xixi fits all the characteristics of his dream lover.Cheerful and optimistic, pure and lively, handsome in appearance, and warm eyes.

In addition, the memory of hiding in the corner became clear day by day, and gradually rolled over—"You picked up the hilt, remember to send it to the descendant of Taiwu, don't run around, move faster."

Move faster!

Wang Ping'an opened his eyes. He was in a high-altitude tornado. The wind blew his eyes sharply. His body was hit by the gravel branches to a large extent, but he was still holding the sword hilt tightly.

Looking up, there are two giants in the distance, one with dark skin and full muscles, with red totem patterns all over the skin, and one with a magnificent look. Behind him are seven huge sword hilts hovering like a light wheel.

Only then did Wang Ping'an really understand what the phrase "send to the descendants of Taiwu" he heard as a child meant.

The Buddha is so generous, and you have to pass it from the beginning. Are you afraid that it will be lost?

No, not only that, but also enlightened me by the way?Wang Pingan wondered whether Wang Pingan met the Buddha, or the Buddha found Wang Pingan?

Without waiting for him to ponder this question, he suddenly felt that he was falling rapidly, it turned out that he was thrown out of the tornado!