The red sun rises, illuminating the dark night.
The winter fog that filled Tianlian Mountain gradually dissipated, and the snow light became more and more dazzling under the bright sun.
In the Taoist guest room, An Qisheng woke up slowly after sleeping all day and night.
Different from before, when An Qisheng woke up this time, he felt the long-lost comfort, and the tingling pain that had been lingering on his body for the past year seemed to have disappeared.
An Qisheng stretched, stood up, picked up his cell phone with low battery and took a look:
"Really slept for another day?"
Toot~
A notification popped up on the lit screen, "Shocked! At 7:12 Xuanjing time, the Statue of the Golden Eagle Kingdom mysteriously disappeared in the night!"
The goddess statue disappeared mysteriously?
The Golden Eagle Statue is 46 meters high, nearly 100 meters high with the base, and weighs more than 200 tons. How could it disappear overnight?
"The current news is so shameless."
An Qisheng put on his shoes and turned off the phone screen without even bothering to click on it.
On the black mobile phone screen, a pale and delicate face was reflected.
"Look at myself, what will happen?"
Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes warmed slightly, and lines of text appeared in his sight:
[An Qisheng (19) is 178cm tall and weighs 62kg]
[Specialties: Xuanwen, Mathematics, Eagle Language, Chemistry, Physics, Medical Skills, Seventh Set of Basic Boxing, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Sanhuang Paoquan...]
[Status: Increasingly weak (terminal illness)]
An Qisheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
The previous data is no different from what I know, and it is no different from what was shown when I saw the little Taoist priest yesterday.
"If it is as I expected, this ability is based on my own cognition, and everything I see and know is presented in front of me as data."
"If I don't know, it won't show up. Is this my subconscious preference for data classification?"
"Moreover, this ability is used to steal learning, it can be said to be a magical skill..."
"Currently, if I activate this ability, my physical strength will be greatly exhausted, and my spirit will become sluggish, as if I am still hungover."
An Qisheng rubbed his temples while summarizing his exploration of this ability.
"Householder, are you awake?"
Before An Qisheng could think more, the door was pushed open, and a young Taoist named Tan Jingshan walked in accompanied by the cold wind and placed the medicinal meal on the table:
"You haven't eaten for another day. Eat more."
"sorry to trouble you."
An Qisheng smelled the smell and pulled up his stool and praised: "The craftsmanship of the little Taoist priest is really good."
"I grow them all myself, as long as the lay people like them."
The little Taoist priest scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
After sleeping for two or three days, he ate one meal. An Qisheng was really hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and started eating without saying much.
Chopsticks rise and fall.
An Qisheng ate quickly, but he didn't gobble it up. On the contrary, he chewed every bite thoroughly.
"Has the Taoist priest risen?"
Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, An Qisheng asked.
"We're up. The master of the temple has had his morning lessons and is now boxing outside."
The little Taoist priest put away the dishes and said casually.
"Boxing..."
An Qisheng nodded.
The martial arts of Daxuan Kingdom is more prosperous than that of the previous life on Earth. From the elderly to the children, they all know a few fists.
This has a lot to do with Daxuan's system.
In addition to the arts and sciences in high school, there are also martial arts subjects, which provide extra points in the college entrance examination, and priority is given to joining the army.
It is all kinds of preferential treatment that cultivate the martial culture of Daxuan.
But that's all. It is said that the real killing methods in the military are in the military, and the boxing techniques learned by most people can only strengthen the body.
It's not as good as the Bajiquan and Xingyiquan he learned in his previous life.
"I heard from the temple master that the layman is also a master of martial arts?"
The little Taoist priest looked at An Qisheng curiously.
"You can't be considered a master if you know a few punches."
An Qisheng smiled.
He has been learning the internal martial arts from his previous life since he was a child, and he has certainly gained a lot in the past ten years.
It's just that his talent is neither high nor low, and he can't be considered a master after ten years of training.
Since falling ill a year ago, his health has deteriorated day by day. Of course, he has not lost his boxing skills, but he is no longer a master.
"I heard the temple owner say..."
The little Taoist wanted to say something else, but An Qisheng had already stood up and walked outside:
"There are no experts among the people, but the masters are in the army. If the Taoist priest is interested in martial arts, he should join the army."
The key to boxing is to practice. After a hard day's work for ordinary people, regardless of whether they can keep up with nutrition or whether there is someone to give guidance on boxing, the training time and atmosphere alone are far from comparable to those in the army.
You regard it as a hobby, but others regard it as the basis for settling down and establishing a life.
It may not be that there are no experts among the people, but compared to the army, they are naturally far inferior.
Not to mention, the martial arts in the Daxuan Army is extremely strong, and with the aid of technology, their boxing skills are far beyond what the civilians can compare with.
If he hadn't been terminally ill, he would have joined the army after taking the college entrance examination.
"join the army......"
The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and put away the dishes.
In Daxuan, joining the army is not something you can just do if you want to.
Phew~
When I walked out of the door, there was a cold wind blowing.
At this time, the sky had cleared up, but the midwinter cold was still biting, and An Qisheng couldn't help but tighten his clothes.
Huhu~
In the courtyard, the old Taoist priest was fisting slowly.
His movements were neither slow nor slow, his feet were never more than a foot away from the ground, and his punches never came out completely. Whenever he was about to reach the end of his punches, he would deflect slightly, and his strength would never leave his body.
An Qisheng could tell that this was Xuan Gong Fist.
It seems to be neither urgent nor slow, but in fact every move affects all the muscles and bones of the body, and the training effect is not inferior to the internal boxing he learned in his previous life.
An Qisheng watched quietly while the old Taoist priest slowly punched his fists.
"call!"
The old Taoist priest let out a long breath, stopped slowly, and closed the posture.
"Taoist Priest Qingyuan's attainments in Xuan Gong Fist are rare."
An Qisheng sighed in admiration.
If you stick to anything for decades, you can reach a level that is difficult for others to achieve.
After decades of practice by the old Taoist priest, Xuan Gong Quan has already reached a very high level.
It's infinitely better than the Xuan Gong Fist he learned from a young Taoist priest yesterday.
"Little friend An is so complimentary."
The old Taoist priest's face was rosy, and there was sweat on his forehead: "Speaking of boxing skills, a year ago, my fellow Taoist almost sent the old Taoist away with his heart-to-heart and elbow move."
An Qisheng was not embarrassed at all and said with a smile: "I still remember Taoist Master's kick."
Although Xuan Gong Fist is a fist, its kicks are extremely sharp.
If the old Taoist priest hadn't been old and his muscles and bones weren't what they used to be, he wouldn't have been able to even hit him with that kick.
As he said this, the old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled.
"My little friend, are you leaving?"
After talking and laughing, the old Taoist priest spoke.
"It's been a year since I left, and it's time to go back."
An Qisheng nodded. With nothing gained from his trip, and with his superpower, he naturally wouldn't go anywhere else.
Compared with things that can't be seen or touched, and don't know whether they exist or not, the ability he awakened is clearly extraordinary.
If he wants to survive, it may be beyond this ability.
Looking at An Qisheng's calm face, the old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and then said:
"In the past year, the old Taoist has searched many ancient books, medical techniques, and children's illnesses. Although there is no precedent, the old Taoist has discovered an interesting record."
"oh?"
An Qisheng looked at the old Taoist priest.
"Do you know Gu Changfeng?"
asked the old Taoist priest.
"Gu Changfeng? I naturally know Mr. Gu, a great master."
An Qisheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Three hundred years ago, when the previous dynasty was destroyed and Daxuan had not yet established its country, it was the darkest time in Daxuan's ten thousand years.
At that time, there were warlords in the land of Daxuan, bandits were rampant, and foreign powers were spying on the artifacts. It could be said that the people were in dire straits.
Gu Changfeng was born in that era.
It is said that Gu Changfeng knew it when he was born, and his boxing skills can reach the gods. At the age of weak, he was already the number one master at that time.
He was not angry that the warlords were separatist and the people were in dire straits, so he gathered a group of friends and traveled around Daxuan, killing bandits, assassinating warlords, and even assassinated the leaders of the invading powers.
It's a pity that even if the boxing skills can lead to the gods, they are still mortal bodies.
After being active for more than ten years, he was still besieged and killed by warlords and powerful powers.
But his reputation is huge. Even today, he is still active in film and television, and he can be said to be a legendary figure of his generation.
The prevalence of Da Xuanwu style is not without his influence.
"Mr. Gu was a master of his generation, and his boxing skills had already reached the divine level. It is said that on that day, he had anticipated the encirclement and attack by the foreign powers, but Fusang threatened him with the lives of a city's soldiers and civilians, and asked him to go alone..."
"Faced with the opposition of everyone, the teacher laughed loudly, "In ancient times, someone became famous as a young man, acted arbitrarily as a young man, and died for the country in middle age. Wouldn't it be happy? "Later, go to death calmly."
The old Taoist priests remember their ancestors with respect.
"Sir, you truly live up to your reputation as a master."
An Qisheng was silent for a moment and said:
"Now that Fuso Lu has sunk more than half way, I can comfort my husband's spirit in heaven."
Seventy years ago, a typhoon originated from the West Sea, passed through Daxuanbu, and headed straight for Fusang.
On that day, an earthquake accompanied a volcanic eruption, and a typhoon covered the sky.
Even though various countries came to help and saved countless soldiers and civilians, Fusang was still in a state of disrepair and fell from being a great nation to the bottom.
"The old Taoist was checking ancient books a few days ago and saw a record..."
The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment and then read out the record:
"Mr. Gu knew it from his birth, but he was so weak when he was young that he could hardly live. Even after searching for famous doctors, he could not cure it..."
"I was weak when I was young and could hardly survive..."
An Qisheng chewed the words of the old Taoist priest in his mouth, and his heart moved:
"The Taoist Master is saying..."
"Mr. Gu was a strange person in his generation. Later generations exaggerated and deified him, and the records are mixed with truth and falsehood. Even experienced people don't know the truth. What's more, after three hundred years, even if Mr. Gu's illness was the same as yours, it would be meaningless? "
The old Taoist priest sighed, which was also the reason for his hesitation.
If you say so, it will only increase your worries.
Can we still go beyond three hundred years to ask Gu Changfeng?
The old Taoist priest sighed, but An Qisheng's heart beat like a drum in his chest, as if he saw a ray of dawn in the eternal night:
"It seems that it's not impossible..."
