In the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall, An Qisheng walked through the booths one after another, looking at the deeds of many great boxers, as well as some personal belongings and essays left behind during their lifetimes.
With his current kung fu, An Jin Boxing Master's experience is of little use to him. His eyes are only on Huajing Boxing Master's booth.
He was born and raised in Xingcheng, had been to the martial arts school, and was very familiar with the great boxers in Xingcheng for hundreds of years.
Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall was built in Kaiyuan 9506. It has been more than 300 years since then. There are 123 great boxers among it.
A small half are martyrs who fought for the country before the founding of the country, and the larger half are well-known boxers in the past three hundred years.
Among them, there are only eleven Huajin boxers who have left behind their personal belongings and essay manuscripts.
The rest either died in the war, or there are still descendants alive who do not want the manuscripts of their predecessors to be circulated.
"Only three of the eleven great boxers left their personal belongings with spiritual imprints..."
An Qisheng's eyes rippled slightly.
He has long known that his ability is not truly omnipotent. If he wants to touch the past of those great boxers, what he needs is not their belongings.
It's the deep imprint they leave on those items.
Dreaming is also a divine communication.
There was no mental imprint left, and he couldn't see the 'past' of those great boxers.
In front of a booth, he stopped and looked up. The display board recorded the deeds of this great boxer.
"Song Hongfeng..."
Before An Qisheng stopped at the booth, he looked at the manuscript in the glass cabinet and nodded slightly.
His eyes were half-closed, his spirit concentrated.
After many attempts, An Qisheng knew that his current limit observation distance was a sphere of fifteen meters around his body. Beyond this distance, neither living people nor dead objects could capture their spiritual imprints.
Within this distance, how long it takes to capture its scattered spirit depends on the strength of the person and whether the spiritual imprint on the item is complete or not.
Buzz~
From his perspective, there seemed to be rays of light rising up, slowly gathering in front of his eyes like threads.
After concentrating his mind, he could sense that there seemed to be a strong spiritual will in those lines.
Buzz~
It seemed that just for a moment, a new mental panel unfolded in front of him:
[Song Hongfeng, male, Kaiyuan 9680-9763...a master of internal boxing, learned many boxing skills from Shu Shi, especially good at Tiger Fist, Eagle Claw Hand, Dragon Roan Iron Cloth Shirt...]
"Tiger fist, eagle claw, iron shirt..."
An Qisheng's heart moved and he opened his eyes.
He turned aside and avoided the hand that tapped his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, brother, can we take a photo here?"
The speaker was a teenage boy with a smile on his face.
"good."
An Qisheng got out of the way. He had no intention of falling asleep in this place.
Walking through this booth, An Qisheng followed the same pattern and collected all the spiritual imprints of these three powerful boxing masters.
Just after collecting the spiritual imprint of the last great boxer, An Qisheng felt a little swollen in his head.
It seems like it can't be stuffed anymore.
"Sure enough, there is a limit. With my current mental strength, it is not enough to support too many mental imprints."
An Qisheng rubbed his temples, but was not too surprised.
Over the past year or so, the number of spiritual imprints he had collected had already exceeded 100, and it seemed unsurprising that he could no longer hold on.
"It seems that some mental imprint needs to be dissipated before we can continue."
An Qisheng turned around and walked out of the martial arts gym without taking a taxi, and walked slowly home.
This is not a problem for him.
He has been dreaming every day for a year, and has learned many things.
After a few days of settling, the panel of experts, scholars, and doctors that accounted for half of the amount was dispersed, which was enough for him to collect the spiritual imprints of dozens of great boxers.
...
In the next few days, An Qisheng stayed at home with his parents.
However, since he said he had recovered from his illness, his parents have started to go to work, An Jianzhong has reopened the martial arts gym, and is not at home most of the time.
These days, he no longer practices boxing hard. He just makes a few sets of boxing every day in addition to making medicinal meals to keep himself from deteriorating.
Most of the time, he is learning all kinds of knowledge.
After nightfall, he fell asleep and used the extra twenty-four hours to study all kinds of books he had read in Xuanda Library before.
After getting confused, I fell into dreams of those scholars and experts.
Since he was a child, his mental strength was much higher than that of ordinary people, and he had always been good at studies, so he was busy making money, and after practicing martial arts, he studied casually and was admitted to Xuanjing University.
After awakening his abilities, his memory, understanding, and thinking abilities became better and better.
After completely entering deep sleep, his energy, spirit, and physical fitness have remained at their peak, and even improved slowly.
With various bonuses, his learning can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds, which is completely different from the slow pace of learning boxing.
One week later, he dispersed the imprints of four psychiatry experts, and two weeks later, he dispersed the imprints of six hypnosis masters, three physicists, and one artificial intelligence expert.
The days of studying quietly go by very quickly. In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.
On a day when the cold wind howls and heavy snow falls, the new year comes again amidst the sound of firecrackers.
And on this day, he finally dispersed the panels of all experts, scholars, and doctors.
Much of the knowledge they had learned throughout their lives settled in his heart and became completely his own.
In the bedroom, An Qisheng fell into a deep sleep like a fairy sleeping.
In his sleep, An Qisheng was sitting in Xuanda Library, reading books.
Physical chemistry, mathematical metaphysics, boxing analysis, psychology, metaphysics classics, modern medicine, anatomy, aerodynamics, thick black science...
Books of all kinds were piled up around him.
"call!"
Following the scattered sounds of parents getting dressed next door, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.
In his mind, the increasingly plump stick figure was slowly raising its arms and kicking its legs.
Its movements are slow, even slower than the old lady doing fitness boxing in the park, but it is really moving.
If anyone in the martial arts world sees this scene, they will find that what this stickman is fighting is a dragon-tiger attack!
Whether you close your eyes or open them, it's him.
This is the completion of visualization.
"Finally, I have passed the threshold of single-mindedness, and the visualization method has been initially completed. After that, I only need to visualize other parts of the thirty-six objects and slowly fill in the 'stick figure'. This thirty-six object visualization method is completely complete. .”
An Qisheng opened the curtains and looked at the shining steel city under the night, feeling a faint sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Any rapid progress comes from the little things in daily life.
He felt in his heart that his breakthrough in energy was already close before his eyes.
