The Great Tao Chronicle

Bright, Dark, Hua, Dan, Gang, God!

An Qisheng was a little fascinated when he heard it. These six realms were somewhat similar to the previous life in his dream, but he didn't know if it was a coincidence.

Before he got sick, his strength was already close to darkness, and he was considered the top among his peers.

Unfortunately, after he got sick, he didn't lose his kung fu, but it was almost as good as he lost.

"Ugh."

Seeing his son's slightly bleak face in the rearview mirror, An Jianzhong sighed.

He is the instructor of the Xingcheng Law Enforcement Brigade. He has trained many law enforcement players. Among them, there are many talented people, but few are better than his son.

If it wasn't for this disease, it would not be impossible to even turn from the dark into the dark in one's lifetime.

"Because of this martial arts expo, there are many martial arts enthusiasts who have visited Xingcheng in recent days. I will participate in the security in a while, so don't run around."

An Jianzhong kicked the accelerator and rushed out, heading towards the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall.

"I know."

An Qisheng nodded.

People who practice martial arts are full of energy, and when a group of people gather together, problems can easily occur.

There have been a lot of people making troubles at the martial arts expositions over the years. Even instructors like An Jianzhong have been pulled over to do security. It can be seen that the leaders of Xingcheng are also very nervous.

"This martial arts expo has a big man in charge, so I'm just going to go through the motions."

An Jianzhong said casually.

"Big man? Which big man?"

An Qisheng was a little curious.

"Confidentiality Regulations."

An Jianzhong said as he walked through several street intersections with ease.

After a while, it stopped in front of the martial arts hall.

At this time, the martial arts expo had not yet been held, but there were already a lot of people outside. If it wasn't for An Jianzhong's internal passage as a security guard, they wouldn't be able to get in.

"It's still early, you go around first."

As soon as he got out of the car, An Jianzhong's cell phone rang.

"You go quickly."

An Qisheng waved to him and walked towards the martial arts hall.

He is a native of Xingcheng. He has come to Xingcheng Martial Arts Museum many times, and of course he doesn't need anyone to accompany him.

Xingcheng Wushu Hall was built in Kaiyuan 9506 and has been around for more than 300 years. It is one of the earliest established martial arts halls in Daxuan.

Otherwise, with Xingcheng's specifications, it would not be possible for it to hold a martial arts exposition.

An Qisheng walked into the martial arts hall unhurriedly. In the spacious hall, there were statues of famous martial artists and great boxers in Xingcheng over the past three hundred years.

There are also some manuscripts left by them during their lifetimes, and their belongings are placed in the exhibition hall.

At this time, the exposition had not yet started, and only some staff were arranging the decoration in the hall.

An Jianzhong is also somewhat famous in Xingcheng. Most of these staff also know An Qisheng. Although the expo is about to start, it does not mean to expel people.

"Now, it's time to verify my idea."

An Qisheng took a few glances and walked towards the exhibition hall.

Walking into the exhibition hall, the staff member who was wiping the display board raised his head: "Qi Sheng, did you come with your father?"

"Well, my dad is busy, I'll take a walk around by myself."

An Qisheng greeted with a smile.

"I still have work and I won't entertain you. In the exhibition hall, there have been many items from the Wushu General Hall in the past two days. Be careful and don't touch it."

The staff member explained something.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhao."

An Qisheng nodded.

The reason why he brought An Fu there early in the morning was because once the martial arts exposition started, all the exhibition halls would be locked, even he could not touch them.

"By the way, Brother Zhao, is there Mr. Gu's exhibition hall here?"

After taking two steps, An Qisheng asked as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Gu's exhibition hall is separate. It is not open to outsiders before the expo starts. Even when it comes to cleaning and tidying, people come from the magic capital. We can't approach it."

Brother Zhao shook his head.

"Then don't bother Brother Zhao anymore."

An Qisheng frowned slightly and walked to the depths of the exhibition hall.

I plan to find a boxing master to test the idea first, and then talk about the future.

The exhibition hall is lined up on both sides, and the one near the outside is the booth of Xingcheng martial arts masters. An Qisheng is too familiar with these, so he just skips it.

A few minutes later, he stopped in front of a booth, his eyes fixed on the portraits on the booth:

[Wang Honglin, male, Han nationality, unknown origin, Kaiyuan 9480-9510... Mr. Wang was a bright and upright person all his life, and he was ill and evil. He is extremely skilled in boxing skills, especially good at Gumen Xinyiquan, Dragon and Tiger Catching Hands, Longyin Iron Cloth Shirt, Hate Tianquan, Iron Palm, Bajiquan, Liuhe Big Spear...]

"This is... Bajiquan?!"

An Qisheng's pupils shrank.

Bajiquan is the type of boxing he used in his previous life. In this world, does it actually exist? !

"Wang Honglin, Wang Honglin..."

An Qisheng repeated several times in his mouth, forcibly suppressed the boiling in his heart, stretched out his hand from the booth, and picked up the manuscript left by the boxing master during his lifetime.

He wants to finalize.

This life has overlapped with his previous life, such as Taoist Laozi, Buddhist Sakyamuni, Peng Zu, Chen Tuan, Zhang Sanfeng, and it is not surprising that there is one more Bajiquan.

But An Qisheng's heart couldn't help beating.

shuh~

Gently opened it, the first line of words caught his eye, An Qisheng's heart was shaken, it seemed like there was a big wave!

Chinese characters!

Still in traditional Chinese characters!

At this time, he was extremely sure that this Wang Honglin really came from the past life in his dream!

Because Xuanwen and Chinese characters are two different writing systems.

[This is not the world I live in. In this world, there is no Qing Dynasty, no Ming Dynasty, and no Emperor Qin and Han Wu! 】

【Why did I come to this world? How do I go back? 】

[Master Li, father, mother, Piner... God, you took everything from me! 】

......

On the old pages of the book, An Qisheng saw a man's unease, panic, and finally a crazy catharsis when he first arrived in another world.

"Wang Honglin is different from me. He suddenly came to Daxuan three hundred years ago!"

Scanning page by page, UU reads www. uukanshu.com An Qisheng's questions not only did not get answered, but more and more doubts.

Why did he come to this world?

How many traversers like Wang Honglin are there?

"Huh!"

An Qi let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes fixed on the manuscript in his hand, and the data panel reappeared in his perspective:

【Wang Honglin (9480-9510)】

hum~

Almost in an instant, the panel suddenly shattered.

Countless scattered streamers danced around in An Qisheng's perspective, gradually sketching a picture of a sky full of stars.

Under An Qisheng's gaze, the countless stars drew closer and closer to him.

"Does that gap still exist?"

An Qisheng watched nervously, this not only related to the secrets of his previous life, but also determined his life and death in this life.

huh~

Suddenly, the picture scroll composed of countless "stars" shook, just like he observed Gu Changfeng, began to distort and disappear!

"Is it still not possible?"

Looking at the "stars" that were distorted and disappeared, An Qisheng felt a chill in his heart.

hum~~~

Just when An Qisheng was about to give up, in his perspective, big characters flashing with light suddenly jumped out.

Those big characters jumped forward like elves, like a bridge of magpies, spanning that invisible gap and connecting to a star!

Wilderness, scorched earth, evil dogs fighting for corpses, ancient cities, small courtyards, old trees...

The illusory picture gradually became real, and An Qisheng only felt that his eyes seemed to have crossed time and space and saw the great Xuan three hundred years ago.

"Shenquan has no two fights, the Eight Extreme Kings Honglin!"

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