"A person like Garuda would never take action. Apart from him, there are many dark web masters, but most of the dark web killers above level three are registered there. Once they enter the country, they will be doomed."
Jing Xiaolou picked up the teacup:
"Brother An, please."
Jing Xiaolou's voice was calm, but he had a hint of self-respect as a citizen of a great country.
"good."
An Qisheng picked up the teacup.
Daxuan is extremely powerful in this world. It has dominated the Eastern Xuanzhou for thousands of years. It occasionally declines and then quickly reaches the top of the world. It is the two poles of the world.
The dark web, killer organizations, mercenaries, and warriors are all absolutely vulnerable.
Don't dare to enter the country easily.
This is the case in Mulong City, and the same is true in Garuda.
Although there was a reward on his head, there was not much fluctuation in his heart.
But, you have to be more careful.
The two of them talked about martial arts again, and the discussion lasted until three poles in the sun, and each had something to gain.
After dinner, An Qisheng came to Huxin Pavilion again.
The lake water is clear, with fish and shrimps playing in ripples. In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old man sits cross-legged, facing the mountains:
"you are leaving?"
"After staying for half a month, it's time to leave."
An Qisheng cupped his fists and saluted:
"The kindness of the great master's guidance will be engraved in my heart."
Half a month in Yangmingshan was better than his years of hard work, and the secret energy became more and more clear in his heart.
Of course he has to remember.
"The purpose of having a tongue is to speak, so there is no need to thank you."
The old man shook his head slightly.
As if aware that An Qisheng still wanted to speak, he smiled and said:
"If you want to thank me, when you succeed in your kung fu in the future, come to Yangmingshan for tea and show me your kung fu, that's all."
"That's natural."
An Qisheng replied with some admiration in his heart.
As the director of Southern Wushu, Xue Zheng has many disciples.
He has connections in politics, the military, business, and martial arts circles, so naturally he doesn't really care about anything in return for giving him advice.
The most rare thing in this world is not asking for anything in return.
"Nine points of kung fu practice, one point of beating, you're almost ready, but you're too tight, it won't hurt to slow down a bit."
The old man reached out and took out a black booklet from his arms and threw it to An Qisheng:
"I've been watching you practice Baji Quan these past few days, so I wrote something randomly. Take a look, it might be useful."
"Thank you, Grand Master."
An Qisheng held the booklet in both hands and bowed deeply.
He didn't know if this great master treated everyone who came to him like this, but to him, this was the only person in this world who had taught him kung fu.
Needless to say, we already have a half-teacher friendship.
"Go ahead."
The old man waved his hand.
...
After bidding farewell to the old man, An Qisheng did not stop and went to the airport to fly to the mainland after getting off Yangmingshan.
Then transfer to a train and embark on the road back to Xingcheng.
It was a smooth journey, no need to explain.
Xingcheng in the middle of winter is naturally different from Baodao. The cold wind howls and the streets in the middle of the night are even bitingly cold.
I got off the train with my luggage on my back.
Even in the middle of the night, there were many people waiting outside the train station, mostly taxis.
An Qisheng was not surprised and found a taxi.
It was already midnight at this time, and he had no intention of disturbing his parents and returned to the suburbs.
"Huh? Are the lights on?"
As soon as he entered the villa, An Qisheng's body tensed up at first, then relaxed.
The shadow reflected in the light is his mother.
"Who?"
Not long after the lights came on, Mother An's voice came from upstairs.
"Mom, it's me, I'm back."
An Qisheng replied.
"It's so cold, come in quickly."
Mother An opened the door with her coat on, pulled him in, and complained a little:
"Why didn't you call me when you came back?"
"Mom, why are you here?"
An Qisheng lowered his head and saluted.
"Who knows how long you'll be out for, and it's not cost-effective to hire someone to clean it. I'm free anyway, so I'll come and clean it in a few days and stay there for a day."
Mother An closed the door and looked at her son with some distress:
"You came back so late. You must be hungry. Mom will cook for you."
"Don't be busy, I've eaten."
An Qisheng hurriedly grabbed his mother, persuaded her to go to rest, and then returned to the bedroom.
Lying on the bed, An Qisheng felt calm.
Although he only went out for more than half a month this time, he was drifting on the sea and fighting in the new country and almost survived. Even after arriving at Yangmingshan, there were still some ripples in his heart.
It wasn't until he returned home that he completely calmed down.
He took out the booklet the old man gave him.
Open.
On the first page, there are two words: hard work:
[If the punch is not hard, then the hit will not hurt. There is a saying in the martial arts world that before you want to hit someone, you must first practice being beaten. The muscles and bones of the human body are never static. The wear and tear of bones and healing is the most simple way to practice hard work... .]
"Hard work..."
An Qisheng glanced at it and continued to open it.
This book is not thick, but it contains a lot of Xue Zheng's views on hard kung fu, external boxing, internal boxing, steps, internal training, etc. It is said to be an essay.
In fact, it encompasses many things.
"Explaining the profound things in simple terms, he is worthy of being a great master."
After watching the journey carefully, An Qisheng couldn't help but admire.
Different from the mysterious terminology in boxing essays that I have read in the past, Xue Zheng's book explains the essence of various boxing techniques in the simplest terms.
Even a person who is not familiar with martial arts can learn something if he just calms down and figures it out.
Looking at it, An Qisheng had a deeper understanding of boxing.
"Huh~"
After a long time, he closed the book and closed his eyes slightly:
【An Qisheng】
[Specialties: Bajiquan (79%), Liuhe Big Spear (79%), Dragon and Tiger Capture (69%), Gumen Xinyi Fist (33%), Longyin Iron Cloth Shirt (55%)...]
[Status: Increasingly weak (terminal illness?) Dan-level strength state (69%)]
"It's still a terminal illness..."
An Qisheng took a deep breath.
Over the past year, as his martial arts became more and more advanced and his physical fitness became stronger, his spirit also underwent subtle changes.
His ability is also slowly undergoing this change.
But his disease has not been completely cured, and the existence of this panel reminds him of this all the time.
"I use Grandmaster Wang Honglin as a reference. If all progress reaches 100, it will be comparable to Wang Honglin back then...
If I master the power of holding pills to seventy, I will become Hua Jin. If I master the power of holding pills to one hundred, I can hold pills? "
An Qisheng had many thoughts in his mind.
Among the many data, what he cared about the most was actually the mastery of strength, because in his expectation, only by holding the elixir could he truly cure his disease.
After he mastered Wang Honglin's spear, his power control improved by leaps and bounds, and after the fight between Yangmingshan and Jing Xiaolou, it even reached the limit of energy.
But Hua Jin can't be rushed either.
"Perhaps, we really need to take it slow..."
An Qisheng thought.
For more than a year, he got up early in the morning every day to prepare medicinal meals, practice boxing, wield a big gun, and visualize at night, dreaming of being a boxing master before going to bed at midnight.
Maybe it's really too tight?
.......
