There is no trace of any cultural relics in this room except for an unconscious girl in a corner.
"Where are all the cultural relics?"
An Qisheng's eyes narrowed and he had already started hypnosis.
His hypnosis skills are extremely high, and he can easily deal with a person who is frightened by him.
"The thing is in the darkroom in the yard..."
The tomb robber looked dull, staring blankly into An Qisheng's eyes and muttering to himself.
"darkroom?"
An Qisheng took a step forward and pointed his index finger on the tomb robber's eyebrows.
With a powerful vomit, his entire brain was burned into a mess, and he was so dead that he could no longer die.
Then he moved his body, came to the wall, kicked away the two corpses sitting in a row, knocked on the mechanism, and the wall cracked, revealing a large dark hole.
Phew~
An Qisheng walked in.
This darkroom is not big, only about four or five square meters of open space, with many cultural relics placed in a haphazard manner on a worn-out mattress.
Ceramics, bronzes, various coins, as well as some silk books, ancient books, and parchment scrolls.
An Qisheng's eyes moved, and he could already feel the strong spiritual imprint of several books in these silk books.
An Qisheng stretched out his hand and took the books into his hands.
The papers of these ancient books have a faint rotten smell, and there are large shadows on them caused by moisture.
"it's broken......"
An Qisheng frowned.
The damage to these ancient books was considerable, the handwriting on the first one was somewhat blurred, and the spiritual imprints on it were somewhat dissipated.
An Qisheng put down the most damaged silk books, leaving only one in his hand.
This ancient book is also the only one among them that has not been damaged, and there is not even much decay in it.
When you open the yellowed scroll, many of the writings on it have faded, but you can vaguely see the handsomeness of the owner's writing and the vast and masculine spirit that has survived through the ages.
The text conveys the truth.
Between the lines, An Qisheng seemed to see a middle-aged man with a pale face writing at his desk under the flickering candlelight, telling his friends about the current problems.
Turning to the last page, there were the words "Essay for a Friend, Wang Shouren".
"It's really Wang Yangming's handwriting..."
An Qisheng held the handbook and took a deep breath.
Instead of falling asleep immediately, An Qisheng turned around and walked out of the darkroom with Wang Yangming's essay in hand.
Phew~
The air flow blew, and as soon as he stepped out of the dark room, he was hit by a punch.
An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged, he gently raised his palm, opened the visitor's arm, and placed it on his chest. With a gentle push, the visitor turned into a gourd.
"Sujie!"
With a somewhat weak exclamation, the previously unconscious girl stumbled to her feet and supported the young man who was unable to stand up from the battle station on the ground.
"Tingting, run!"
The young man's face turned pale.
The person who came out of this darkroom was definitely a great master. With just a gentle touch of his hand, his body seemed to be electrified.
His energy and blood were instantly dispersed.
"Su Jie? It's a good name."
An Qisheng walked out of the darkroom and smiled:
"But, isn't it a little bad for you to attack your savior?"
This young man's kung fu is good, but if he hadn't taken action this time.
He was going to die in the hands of these tomb robbers.
Although he didn't save him specifically, it's not too much to say that he was his savior.
"A savior?"
The young man looked startled.
Feeling that some strength had returned to his hands and feet, he stood up and bowed respectfully:
"It turns out you were the one who rescued me. I thought the kidnappers were not sharing the spoils equally and were having internal strife..."
He had heard the commotion upstairs before, but he was so nervous at the time and An Qisheng was moving so fast in the night that he didn't even see what happened.
When he calmed down the few people below and came up, he saw such a tragic scene in the house again. He was like a frightened cat. When he heard the footsteps, he took action without thinking.
"No need to explain so much."
An Qisheng waved his hand and looked at the young man curiously:
"Your kung fu is pretty good, where did you learn it?"
This boy is no older than a high school student at most. His youthfulness has not faded from his face, but his skills are very solid and he is not a showman.
This is very rare.
An Qisheng thought to himself that when he was in high school, he was not as good as this boy.
This cannot be explained by natural talent, it must be the result of guidance from an expert.
"I am a student of the Shaolin Martial Arts School, and my coach is a Shaolin monk, Shi Xinlong..."
Su Jie replied.
"Shi Xinlong..."
An Qisheng thought for a while and got an impression.
Because of his ability to enter dreams, he collected information on some masters in Daxuan and even the world's martial arts circles.
This Shi Xinlong is a master of the Shaolin monks and one of the faces of contemporary Shaolin. It is said that he is also a master of energy transformation.
However, Su Jie called Shi Xinlong coach instead of master. Obviously Shi Xinlong could not give him much.
The source of his kung fu is probably someone else.
But he didn't ask any more questions, turned around and pointed to the darkroom:
"Kidnapping is just a part-time job for these people. Their main job is tomb robbers. These are all the cultural relics they stole. After I leave, you can call the police and there is no need to hide my affairs."
An Qisheng gave the order but was in no mood to linger.
With a movement of his feet, he was already out of the house.
"you......."
The young man took a few steps quickly and chased him out of the house:
"Benefactor, what is your name?"
But in the night, no one was seen.
"Su Jie, please help me."
In the room, the girl looked at the corpses on the ground, her face suddenly turned pale, and her legs became weak:
"I, I'm afraid..."
"oh."
Su Jie agreed and reluctantly looked at An Qisheng, who had already disappeared in the night.
It's a pity that I can't ask such a master for advice.
.......
"That Su Jie..."
In the night, An Qisheng kept walking, but the appearance of the young man emerged in his mind.
There was something strange in his heart.
This young man seemed a little unusual.
But he didn't know what caught his attention.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it. There are tens of billions of people in Xuanxing. It's normal to have a few geniuses..."
The thought flashed past.
An Qisheng's feet were a little faster, running like a dragon in the night, with a distance of more than ten or twenty meters between ups and downs.
The night scenes on both sides recede.
After running for more than an hour, he came to the main road, reached out to stop a car, and rode into the city.
By the time he returned to the hotel next to the train station, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.
"call!"
After calming down a bit, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly unfolded the yellowed ancient book in his hand.
"Wang Yangming..."
An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes were half-closed, and he activated his ability.
Buzz~
From the angle of view, each ancient character is emitting a glowing light, as if it is alive, entangled with each other, like a big net.
And in the blink of an eye, the perspective is closer, and the big net gradually changes, evolving into a picture scroll.
The night falls, the moon is as cool as water, the ancient city is quiet, the old house is quiet, the wind blows on the branches, the lights in the study are like beans, and the figures are reflected on the window paper...
Wang Yangming......
An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and his vision suddenly became extremely clear, as if his spirit traveled through time and space and came to the picture scroll.
Phew~
At this moment, in the study, the figure who was busy writing at the desk straightened up and looked out the window.
Through the window paper, An Qisheng seemed to see those warm and bright eyes.
"We are very welcome to have a guest..."
