The Great Tao Chronicle

"...Please come in."

An Qisheng reacted and greeted Wang Zhixuan with a wry smile.

After that, she poured two cups of tea and handed it to Wang Zhixuan:

"I haven't been here for a long time, and the reception was poor. Don't take offense to Dr. Wang."

"I don't drink tea, pour me a glass of water."

Wang Zhixuan took off her sunglasses, leaned on the sofa and said something.

An Qisheng went to give her another glass of water, and she took it over:

"I haven't drank anything other than water since I was a child."

"Oh."

An Qisheng is not surprised by it, there are many people who learn martial arts with quirks.

There is Liu Xian who is so cold and not afraid, and there is Feng Mingtao who is so pure and clean, it is not surprising that he does not drink tea.

"Dr. Wang, what do you mean by God?"

An Qisheng put down the teacup and asked a question.

"Your boxing is very beautiful. It's more standard than many old boxers, but you don't look like a martial artist."

Wang Zhixuan took a sip of water, and stabbed An Qisheng with her long and narrow eyes like a knife:

"Practicing boxing requires not only diligence, but also immersion in it."

"The so-called **** of fists is your personal imprint. There are many people who practice Gumen Xinyiquan, but Mr. Gu has no second one, and no one can hit Mr. Gu's Gumen Xinyiquan."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly:

"Only the boxing method with your own distinctive brand is your own boxing. Otherwise, no matter how similar you learn, it is not your own."

"My own imprint..."

An Qisheng's heart moved.

Thinking of Wang Honglin, Wang Honglin's Bajiquan reached the pinnacle. Every punch and kick seemed to have the mountains and rivers toppling, and the land and the land were sinking.

On Wudang Mountain, Daoist Juechen stepped out and punched, like a thunder **** punishing, fierce and domineering.

These are the gods in fists?

What about the **** of fists in Mu Longcheng?

"What was your original intention of practicing boxing?"

Wang Zhixuan also kept asking questions.

"The original intention..."

An Qisheng fell into deep thought.

In his previous life, he learned boxing, initially to protect himself from being bullied by gangsters outside the school. Later, he gradually relied on this to make money.

In this life, at the earliest, he was unwilling to abandon the boxing skills of the previous life, and his mind was more on how to make money.

What really brought him back to boxing was because it might cure his illness.

An Qisheng was lost in thought, Wang Zhixuan was not in a hurry, he took out his nail clippers and slowly repaired his nails.

After thinking for a long time, An Qisheng raised his head:

"It should be to survive."

"Kung Fu can't keep you alive, will you still learn?"

Wang Zhixuan asked again.

"Maybe, maybe not."

An Qisheng nodded and shook his head.

"The big basalt style is very popular, but most people still don't want to learn kung fu, either because of hardship, because of tiredness, because of poverty, or because they think it is useless."

"No one is born fond of kung fu. Kung fu boxing is only favored because it is useful, and it is no different from other tools."

Wang Zhixuan flicks her nails:

"It's good that you didn't lie to me."

"I can deceive you, but I can't deceive myself."

An Qisheng held the teacup and took a sip. The bitter taste flowed into his throat.

"It doesn't matter what your original intention of learning boxing is, and it doesn't matter whether you change it or not. The important thing is to engrave your imprint on your boxing skills, and to carry out your beliefs unswervingly."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly:

"You want to live, what if others don't let you live?"

Don't let me live?

An Qisheng lowered his eyes, as if many images flashed in his mind.

Huaxia in the past life, Daxuan in this life, the people living on this land are the most able to bear hardships and stand hard work.

They live very simply, they can endure oppression, endure oppression, and endure material and spiritual emptiness.

But who will let them live.

Whether it is landlords and gentry, emperors and generals, even earthquakes and natural disasters, they must fight to the end!

It seemed only for a moment, An Qisheng raised his head again, the light in his calm eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter:

"Whoever doesn't let me live, I'll let whoever die!"

"very good!"

Wang Zhixuan snapped her fingers:

"Remember how you feel at this moment, every punch you make in the future must have the determination and will to fight for your life!"

"you!"

With the sound of Wang Zhixuan's fingers snapping, An Qisheng shook his body and stood up, his face very ugly:

"You hypnotized me?!"

"Your mental power is indeed extraordinary, and I can hardly hypnotize you."

Wang Zhixuan took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from her forehead:

"Hypnosis is more tiring than killing Dan Zhuang!"

Wang Zhixuan was a little surprised.

Her hypnosis has been clapping, stepping, and shooting from outside the courtyard. It has been paving the way for a long time, but An Qisheng almost broke free.

"Then I would like to thank you."

An Qisheng sat down slowly.

Although he was not hurt, the feeling of being hypnotized suddenly is definitely not wonderful.

"Your mental strength is very strong, and the hypnosis didn't achieve the expected effect. It's a pity."

Wang Zhixuan didn't care about An Qisheng's attitude, and said slowly:

"I didn't believe it when I heard it from Juechen Laodao, but now it seems that you are indeed a genius. If you can find the **** of fists, there is hope for Baodan."

It is rare for a person to be born with divine power, and it is even more rare for someone with a spirit different from ordinary people.

The former has a great advantage in the early stage of learning martial arts~www.novelmt.com~ The latter, although not obvious in the early stage, has a much greater effect than the former.

"The Master of the Dust..."

An Qisheng took a deep breath and picked up the teacup:

"If Dr. Wang has nothing else to do, I'm going to practice boxing. I'll repay the favor of today's guidance later."

"This is going to chase people away?"

Wang Zhixuan snorted softly, stood up, and glanced at An Qisheng:

"Anyone who wants to hypnotize me can be ranked from the devil to Xuanjing, are you still not happy?"

"I just don't like it."

An Qisheng stood up.

He has some understanding of hypnosis. Unless it reaches the level of Mulong City, generally hypnosis will not cause any danger.

But people under hypnosis are very likely to reveal some of their secrets.

Although Wang Zhixuan has good intentions, it is not very acceptable to someone like him who has a lot of secrets in his heart.

"It's up to you whether you like it or not."

Wang Zhixuan flicked her windbreaker, put on her sunglasses, and opened the door.

When An Qisheng followed him out, Wang Zhixuan had already walked into the snow.

She seemed to know that An Qisheng would follow, and from a distance, her voice came:

"In a few days, I have a mission. Come with me!"

"This woman..."

An Qisheng rubbed his eyebrows.

Although I don't like being hypnotized, I can't help but repay this kind of guidance.

However, this hypnosis, he will always go back.

An Qisheng walked into the yard.

At this time, the wind and snow was still heavy, but he seemed to be unaware, and he kept replaying the images that had appeared when Wang Zhixuan was hypnotized:

"The God of Fist..."

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