Gulu~
Not long after he stopped, An Qisheng felt something in his stomach.
A Bigu Pill has actually been completely digested.
"In this state, my consumption is much greater than the usual consumption of boxing."
An Qisheng was a little frightened.
This bigu pill is enough to sustain the nutritional needs of an ordinary Huajin boxer for seven days to half a month. Even if his consumption is greater, one pill can last two or three days.
But he could only swallow this Bigu Pill for half a day.
It can be seen that in this state, the consumption is huge.
He took out a Bigu Pill, swallowed it with saliva, and frowned slightly:
"The supplies a thousand years ago were far less safe than they are today, and the Bigu Pill at that time was not as powerful as it is today. No wonder my husband was so thin and frail, and his steps were a little shaky..."
During this meeting with the Holy Spirit, An Qisheng had a deeper understanding of the unknown seventh step beyond meeting God.
The soul is rooted in the physical body, and its growth requires the nourishment of the physical body. Without sufficient nourishment, the physical body will inevitably be unable to support the needs of a strong soul.
Gradually, his physical body will become thinner and weaker, just like his previous terminal illness.
The social environment a thousand years ago was far from what it is today. There was a serious shortage of all material and medicinal materials, and the requirements for martial arts training were already huge. Let alone Wang Yangming's spiritual state?
"If Mr. were born now, things might be different."
An Qisheng sighed softly.
Kung Fu or spiritual practice is essentially inseparable from society.
In ancient times, it would take hundreds of years for a great master to see the gods to appear, but now, there are as many as nine great masters to see the gods in the world.
Daxuan alone, not counting the one who died at the hands of Mu Longcheng, there were three great masters.
Looking at ancient times, this was absolutely impossible to achieve.
If we take the seventh step now, even if it is not enough to make up for the shortcomings of the physical body, maybe it will not make us grow old and stagger a little.
"When the physical body dies, does the spirit also exist? With your spiritual state, maybe..."
An Qisheng was thinking.
The gastrointestinal motility was violent, consuming the Bigu Pill.
He carried his luggage and left the hotel. It was already dark.
After a long delay but a huge harvest, An Qisheng boarded the train home with satisfaction. Just after noon, he had already returned home.
Opening the door, An's mother had already prepared a meal and was waiting. An Jianzhong was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with a steaming cup of hot tea in front of him.
Plain and cozy.
"You kid, you've been out for months."
An's mother took off her apron and took the luggage while complaining: "I really should find you a wife to take care of you."
"Ahem."
An Qisheng coughed lightly:
"Mom, given my age, it's a bit too early to get married."
"Why is it so early? There are many people like you who are not in school but are married and have children."
Mother An said angrily.
After her son recovered from his illness, she began to think about his lifelong affairs.
"Okay, my son just came back, what are you talking about?"
An Jianzhong put down the remote control, glanced at the mother and son, and shook his head.
"Dad is right, I'm a little tired too."
An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"But your mother is right."
Under An Mu's eager gaze, An Jianzhong changed his voice:
"There are some nice little girls in our unit who are good-looking and kind-hearted. Please take the time to meet them."
"Let's talk about this in a few years."
An Qisheng pulled out the chair and sat down.
He is not a celibate, but marriage is not necessary for him.
Unless he is extremely in love, he will never find someone to disrupt the rhythm of his life.
Having been a man for two lifetimes, he admired Ai when he was young, and it is almost impossible for his passionate youth to appear in his body.
Furthermore, his senses are far more powerful than ordinary ones. Even if a woman is well-dressed with makeup, he can see the enlarged pores and even smell the body odor covered by the perfume.
It's not that he won't get used to it, but if he holds it for a lifetime, it will still be a little uncomfortable.
"What about you..."
An Jianzhong wanted to say something else, but suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and couldn't help but glance at An Qisheng in surprise:
"Are you wearing perfume?"
The smell is very pleasant, like the fragrance of vegetation mixed with earth after a spring rain, giving people a fresh and natural smell.
"Have it?"
An Qisheng pretended not to know.
Once he entered the Huajing Dynasty, his body odor was almost non-existent. As the energy flowed, not a single dust could get close to him. As he inherited Mr. Yangming's teachings, his strength changed again.
The body gradually exudes a fresh and natural smell.
"There's none?"
An Jianzhong frowned and wanted to say more, but An's mother had already shouted over there:
"Qiqi, come over for dinner. The pork ribs soup is ready."
"Come here."
An Qisheng responded, got up and came to the restaurant.
"This kid..."
An Jianzhong raised his eyes.
The food is very rich, including chicken, duck and fish.
Although he took Bigu Pill, An Qisheng still did not waste his mother's thoughts and ate all the food according to the normal amount of food.
At this point, An's mother still felt that he had eaten less.
In the next few days, An Qisheng didn't practice much boxing. Every day he would either watch TV with An Jianzhong or go shopping with An's mother.
The greatest amount of activity is giving massages to my parents.
An Jianzhong also has dark strength skills, but as he gets older, his kung fu progress has been very slow. An's mother has never practiced martial arts, and her muscles and bones are a bit aging.
Using Hua Jin's mastery of energy, massaging two people is naturally much better than any fitness and health club.
At this time, his massage techniques had already surpassed Liu Xian's, and Liu Xian's charge for a massage was as high as 150,000 yuan, and it was not something that ordinary people could afford.
The peaceful days were broken by a phone call from Wang Anfeng a week later.
An Qisheng did not break his promise. He just took Bigu Pill in his pocket, told his parents, and boarded the plane to Yun Province.
........
There is no moon in the sky, and the night is deep.
In the mountains and forests not far from the border between Yunnan and Myanmar, in the lakeside manor originally built by Miao Xiu, An Qisheng met Wang Anfeng and Li Yan again.
The two men were wearing camouflage and carrying guns. Their expressions were cold and murderous.
An Qisheng was a little surprised.
These two rich young masters have changed a lot, especially Wang Anfeng, whose originally carefree character has become calm.
If the original Wang Anfeng was just a child who was well protected by his sister, now he has the flavor of an iron-blooded soldier.
Obviously, they have been through a lot during this time.
"You came."
Seeing An Qisheng, Wang Anfeng forced out a smile.
"Dr. Wang's injury is serious?"
An Qisheng glanced upstairs. On the second floor, there were three masters whose breathing was almost nonexistent.
"Very heavy."
Li Yan took a step forward and said:
"Miao Xiu, nicknamed Tiger King, has been famous for decades and has very high kung fu. Dr. Wang and Miao Xiu fought in Nanyang for several days. Both sides were injured. It will take at least half a month to recover."
"Injured so badly?"
An Qisheng raised his eyebrows, it was already two months ago that Wang Zhixuan and Miao Xiu fought.
With the Huajin master's control over the body and the military's medical conditions, what kind of injury could take so long?
"Miao Xiu was also injured by my sister, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to show his face for several months."
Wang Anfeng's face was a little cold and he didn't say much about Wang Zhixuan.
He glanced at An Qisheng and said:
"Miao Xiu has great power in the land of Yun Mian. He has hundreds of disciples, and I don't know how many have received his favor. Even if we have the help of the Yun Province Law Enforcement Brigade, there are still fish that slip through the net and escape from the country... "
"Young Master Wang, Young Master Li, we've been delayed for a long time. It's time to set off."
On the second floor, a loud bell-like sound sounded.
An Qisheng glanced at it, and on the second floor, a bright bald head came into view.
"Shi Xinlong?"
