The Great Tao Chronicle

"A character like Garuda would never take action. Apart from him, there are many dark net masters, but the dark net killers above the third level basically have their numbers on them. Once they enter the country, they will be doomed."

Jing Xiaolou picked up the teacup:

"Brother An, please."

Jing Xiaolou's voice was flat, but he had the faint self-confidence of being a citizen of a big country.

"good."

An Qisheng picked up the teacup.

This world is extremely powerful and prosperous. It has dominated the Eastern Xuanzhou for thousands of years. It has occasionally declined, and soon it has reached the top of the world.

What kind of dark net, what kind of killer organizes mercenaries or sees the gods and warriors, they are all absolutely weak.

It is easy to dare not enter.

This is the case in Mulong City, and the same is true for Garuda.

Although he was offered a reward, he didn't have much fluctuation in his heart.

It's just that I have to be more careful in my heart.

The two of them talked, and then they talked about martial arts. After talking about it, they reached three poles in the sun, and each got something.

After eating, An Qisheng came to Huxin Pavilion again.

The water of the lake is clear, and the fish and shrimps play with ripples. In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old man sits cross-legged and faces the mountains:

"you are leaving?"

"After staying for half a month, it's time to go."

An Qisheng clasped his fists and saluted:

"The grace of the great master's guidance shall be remembered in my heart."

Half a month in Yangmingshan surpassed his years of hard work, and the dark energy became more and more clear in his heart.

Of course he has to remember.

"A tongue is born to speak, so Xie doesn't need it."

The old man shook his head slightly.

Seemingly aware that An Qisheng still wanted to talk, he smiled and said:

"If you want to thank me, after you succeed in your kung fu in the future, come back to Yangmingshan for tea, and let the old man see your kung fu, that's all."

"That's natural."

An Qisheng replied with some admiration in his heart.

As the curator of Southern Wushu, Xue Zheng has many disciples.

He has connections in the political, military, business, and martial arts circles, so he naturally doesn't really care about the rewards for giving him advice.

The most rare thing in the world is not asking for anything in return.

"Kung Fu practice nine points, one point fight, you're almost the heat, but you're too tight, it's not harmful to slow down properly."

The old man stretched out his hand and took out a black booklet and threw it to An Qisheng:

"In the past few days, I have watched you practice Bajiquan, and I wrote something random. Take a look, it may be useful."

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

An Qisheng held the booklet in both hands and bowed deeply.

He doesn't know if this great master is like this to every visitor, but to him, this is the only person in this world who has taught him kung fu.

Needless to say, there is already a friendship of half a teacher.

"Go."

The old man waved his hand.

......

After saying goodbye to the old man, An Qisheng didn't stop there either. After getting off Yangmingshan, he went to the airport to fly to the mainland.

Afterwards, transfer to the train and set foot on the road back to Xingcheng.

All the way without incident, no need to watch.

Xingcheng in the middle of winter is naturally different from Baodao. The cold wind is howling, and the streets in the middle of the night are even colder.

She got off the train with her luggage on her back.

Even in the middle of the night, there are many people waiting outside the train station, mostly taxis.

An Qisheng didn't think it was strange, so he found a taxi at random.

It was already midnight, and he didn't mean to disturb his parents, so he went back to the suburbs.

"Huh? Is the light on?"

As soon as he walked into the villa, An Qisheng's body tightened and then relaxed.

The shadow reflected by the light is his mother.

"Who is it?"

Not long after the lights came on, Mother An's voice came downstairs.

"Mom, it's me, I'm back."

An Qisheng replied.

"It's so cold, come in quickly."

Mother An opened the door in her coat and pulled him in, complaining again:

"Why didn't you make a phone call when you came back?"

"Mom, why are you here?"

An Qisheng put down and saluted.

"Who knows how long you'll be out, it's not cost-effective to ask someone to clean it. Anyway, I'm free, so I'll clean it in a few days and stay for a day."

Mother An closed the door and looked at her son with some distress:

"I came back so late. I'm hungry. Mom will cook for you."

"Don't be busy, I've eaten."

An Qisheng hurriedly grabbed his mother, or persuaded her to rest, and returned to his bedroom.

Lying on the bed, An Qisheng was calm.

Although he only went out for more than half a month this time, he was drifting at sea, and the Xinguo battle was close to death. Even when he arrived at Yangmingshan, there were still some ripples in his heart.

It was not until he returned to his home that his heart completely calmed down.

He took out the booklet the old man gave him.

Open.

On the first page, the words "hard work" are written:

[If the fist is not hard, it will not hurt to hit someone. There is a saying in the martial arts world that if you want to hit someone, you must first practice and be beaten. Human muscles and bones are never static, and the wear and tear of bones heals. It is the most simple method of hard work... .]

"Hard work..."

An Qisheng glanced at it and continued to open it.

This booklet is not thick, but it contains a vast amount of Xue Zheng's opinions on hard gong, outer boxing, inner boxing, pace, inner training, etc. It is an essay.

In fact, it contains a lot of things.

"It's a great master."

After watching the whole journey carefully, An Qisheng couldn't help but admire.

Different from the mysterious and mysterious terms in the boxing essays that I have read in the past, Xue Zheng's booklet explains the essence of various boxing techniques in the most simple words.

He is a person who is not familiar with martial arts. After seeing it, as long as he calms down and tries to figure it out, he can learn something.

Looking at it, An Qisheng had a deeper understanding of boxing in his heart. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Hoo~"

After a long time, he closed the booklet and closed his eyes slightly:

【An Qisheng】

[Specialties: Bajiquan (79%) Liuhe Big Spear (79%) Dragon and Tiger Big Catch (69%) Gumen Xinyiquan (33%) Longyin Iron Cloth Shirt (55%)......]

[Status: Getting weaker (terminally ill?) Holding Dan-level strength (69%)]

"Still terminally ill..."

An Qisheng took a deep breath.

Over the past year, as his kung fu has become deeper and his physical strength has become stronger and stronger, his spirit has also undergone subtle changes.

His ability is also slowly changing.

However, his disease was not completely cured, and the existence of this panel reminded him all the time.

"I use the great master Wang Honglin as a reference. If all progress reaches 100, it will be comparable to Wang Honglin back then...

When I master the strength of holding pills at 70, I can become Hua Jing, and at 100, can I hold pills? "

An Qisheng had many thoughts in his heart.

Among the many data, what he cares most about is actually the mastery of strength, because in his expectation, only by holding a pill can he truly cure his disease.

After he mastered Wang Honglin's shot, his strength mastered by leaps and bounds, and after the fight between Yangmingshan and Jingxiaolou, he even climbed to the limit under Huajin.

But Hua Jin can't be in a hurry either.

"Perhaps, it's time to slow down..."

An Qisheng had a thought.

For more than a year, he wakes up in the early morning every day to cook medicine, practice boxing, shake a big gun, visualize at night, and sleep in the middle of the night.

Maybe it was really too tight?

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