[In the year 9820 of Kaiyuan, on June 3rd, the shower cleared up. I climbed Wudang Mountain with my friends in the early morning. On the way, I met Yi Feibai and others. I saw two great masters fighting on the top of the golden summit, but they gained little. Houmulong City......】
[Obtain: Mu Longcheng, the two great masters of Taoist Juechen, the spiritual templates of Yi Feibai and other seven dark warriors, and the brand of the Golden Summit Battle. Under the alternation of water and fire, I could faintly feel the opportunity for dark energy to flourish...]
[Loss: At a glance, life and death seem to be beyond my control...]
[Summary: Looking back inadvertently can also cause extremely dangerous consequences...]
Putting down his pen, An Qisheng closed his notes, thoughtfully.
Keeping a diary is a good habit.
An Qisheng had the habit of keeping a diary in his previous life, but he had already passed the stage of writing a daily diary and would only write down the things and insights he felt were important.
People are always not objective enough about themselves and record these things.
Wait until later to open it up and look at everything you have done from an outsider's perspective.
There are often some different perceptions.
"There has always been a saying in the martial arts world that a fight to the death is better than ten years of hard training...
Although my physical body was not physically harmed by that glance, I made considerable progress. This shows that An Jin’s breakthrough also involves spirituality.
No, that's not right,
Is it between life and death that the spirit is more condensed and can feel the changes in the physical body? Deeper control? "
An Qisheng held his palm empty, feeling a little excited inside his body, a feeling of gushing, and a pinprick-like tingling sensation in his fingertips:
"If I hadn't activated my ability to avoid Mu Longcheng's mental influence and carry it through, wouldn't I have been promoted to An Jin on the spot?"
Thinking about it, An Qisheng shook his head.
Promotion between life and death is very unnecessary for him.
Success once does not mean success every time, but there is only one life.
For example, the famous "Stealing Heaven's Secret" method in the martial arts world practices boxing on the top of tall buildings and on the edge of cliffs. One day of practicing boxing is often better than what others can do in ten days.
But there are many boxers from ancient times to the present who have fallen from buildings or cliffs.
You won't be so lucky every time.
"Forget it, a breakthrough between life and death is not suitable for me. I have many martial arts masters watching me, and there is no reason to do such a thing."
An Qisheng stopped thinking too much, slowly closed his eyes and activated his ability.
He has been a human being for two lifetimes, and struggled between the sickbed for another year. He has a deep respect for life, and trying his luck between life and death is unacceptable to him.
What's more, he can understand the state of anyone when they break through.
Not once, ten times, a hundred times!
One person can't do it, thousands of people, ten thousand people!
Finally, you can summarize your own path to advancement!
Buzz buzz~~~
As An Qisheng closed his eyes, the spiritual imprint that seemed to fill the sky with stars appeared again in front of his eyes.
After many attempts, he already knew that his ability was not about traveling through time and space to see other people's past.
Instead, you can travel through the spiritual imprint left by everyone in the world between heaven and earth, and then know what happened in their lives.
And brief contact may be the necessary way for his ability to generate the "key".
"Yi Feibai..."
An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and the stars in the sky gradually dimmed, except for one of them that became brighter and bigger.
Until it filled his entire perspective.
boom!
The "star" representing Yi Feibai shattered into countless streams of light and scattered in front of his eyes.
Looking closer, the flashing scenes of Yi Feibai's past flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.
Wudang Mountain in the rain, practicing boxing in a B&B, fighting with others, getting married, having a bridal chamber, falling in love, going to school, learning boxing...
In just a moment, all the profound memories of Yi Feibai's life were displayed before his eyes.
And as long as he is willing, he can enter any memory, observe and experience all the feelings he felt at that time...
"He broke through An Jin's memory..."
An Qisheng had no intention of knowing more, so he thought to himself.
The countless flowing light images dissipated, leaving only a fixed frame in front of his eyes.
boom!
The next moment, An Qisheng's thoughts had already entered the last scene.
It was a bedroom decorated in a retro style.
Yi Feibai, with long hair and a bare upper body, leaned on the head of the bed, half-closed his eyes, and murmured to himself:
"Although I narrowly escaped death this time, my kung fu has improved greatly. An Jin, An Jin is not far away from me..."
right here!
An Qisheng's heart moved and he sank into Yi Feibai's body.
"His body is not as good as mine..."
An Qisheng felt it as soon as he entered Yi Feibai's body.
Yi Feibai seemed to have been seriously injured. Although he was almost in good health at this time, his body alone was not as strong as him, which made him feel a faint sense of depression.
However, he didn't think too much, but calmed down and quietly realized Yi Feibai's current state.
At this moment, it should be the time for Yi Feibai to break through the dark power.
In his induction, the blood in Yi Feibai's body was flowing very fast at this time, and his heartbeat was gradually accelerating. Gradually, he felt that his blood was full and his breath was boiling.
It's like a balloon blowing bigger and bigger, and I feel uncomfortable without letting it out.
"What are you thinking about again?"
The bedroom door was pushed open, and a beautiful woman wearing thin pajamas walked in carrying a bowl of chicken soup:
"You're not feeling well yet, don't think too much, just take good care of yourself."
Yi Feibai ignored it and still felt the state of his body carefully.
The woman shook her head and placed the porcelain bowl of chicken soup on the table.
call!
Yi Feibai suddenly opened his eyes, took the porcelain bowl of chicken soup in his hand, and his forearms suddenly shook.
I saw half a bowl of chicken soup in the small porcelain bowl suddenly rolling up like boiling water. Then, it was lifted high by an invisible force and spread all over the floor like a fountain!
"you......"
The woman was startled at first, and then her eyes lit up: "Fei Bai, have you broken through the dark power?"
"Hahaha! After sixteen years of practicing boxing, I finally broke through the dark power!"
Yi Feibai laughed loudly, threw the porcelain bowl on the ground, stood up, and rolled on the bed with the woman in his arms:
"Mengmeng, I finally broke through the dark power!"
"ah!"
The woman shouted: "Turn off the lights first..."
"We are an old married couple, why turn off the lights!"
I apologize!
An Qi, who was immersed in the moment when Yi Feibai broke through An Jin, was startled and quickly exited the perspective.
"Huh! It's so dangerous..."
In the room, An Qisheng broke into a cold sweat and secretly cried out that he was in danger.
Although he is not a moral model, he has no interest in prying into other people's privacy.
Even if it was just a fragment of memory that remained between heaven and earth, he would not allow himself to do such a thing.
"The state of An Jin, the state of An Jin..."
The next second, he put aside other thoughts, moved his body, and started fighting in the room.
Huhu~
In the small bedroom, the fist wind roared, and bottles and cans were occasionally broken, and he didn't care.
His mind was completely absorbed in boxing.
His eyes were fixed on the fingertips of his right hand. Gradually, tiny and almost imperceptible heat flow slowly gathered towards his arm.
Hua Hua Hua~
In the pure mind, there seem to be thousands of rivers flowing eastward into the sea.
After an unknown amount of time, An Qisheng stamped his foot, his strength rising steadily, reaching his shoulders and elbows in an instant, and falling into the palm of his hand!
boom!
The fist landed on the wall, and the force surged through it.
Dust mixed with drops of blood splashing everywhere!
Blood was dripping on the ground, but there was no pain at all on An Qisheng's face, only a smile outline:
"An Jin, it's done."
