The red sun rises, shining through the dark night.

The winter fog spreading on Tianlian Mountain gradually dissipated, and the snow light became more and more dazzling under the sun.

In the Taoist temple guest room, An Qisheng, who had been sleeping in a drowsy day and night, woke up slowly.

Unlike before, this time when I woke up, An Qisheng felt the long-lost comfort, and the tingling pain that had lingered on his body for the past year seemed to have disappeared.

An Qisheng stretched, got up and picked up the phone with less power and took a look:

"Is it really a day of sleep?"

Beep ~

A push popped up on the lit screen, "Shocked! At 7:12 in Xuanjing time, the statue of the Golden Eagle Kingdom disappeared mysteriously in the night!"

The statue of the goddess disappeared bizarrely?

The statue of the Golden Eagle Kingdom is forty-six meters high, with a base of nearly a hundred meters high and weighing more than two hundred tons. How could it disappear overnight?

"The news now is so unconventional."

An Qisheng put on his shoes, didn't even have the interest to click on it, so he turned off the screen of his mobile phone.

A pale and beautiful face reflected on the black mobile phone screen.

"Seeing myself, what will happen?"

Looking at the mobile phone screen, An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes felt a little hot, and lines of text appeared in his sight:

【An Qisheng (19) Height 178cm, Weight 62kg】

[Special skills: Xuanwen, mathematics, eagle language, chemistry, physics, medical skills, the seventh set of basic boxing techniques, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Sanhuang Cannon Fist....]

【Status: Deepening (terminal illness)】

An Qisheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The data above is no different from what you know, and it is no different from what you showed when you looked at the little Taoist priest yesterday.

"If, as I expected, this ability is based on my own perception, everything I see and know is presented to my eyes with data."

"If I don't know, it won't show it. Is this my subconscious preference for data classification?"

"And, this ability is used for secret learning, which can be said to be a magic skill..."

"At present, if I activate this ability, my physical strength will be greatly consumed and my spirit will be depressed, as if I have not woken up from a hangover."

While kneading his temples, An Qisheng summarized his exploration of this ability.

"Laby, are you awake?"

Before An Qisheng could think too much, the door was pushed open. A little Taoist priest named Tanjingshan walked in with the cold wind and placed the medicinal food on the table:

"You haven't eaten yet another day, so eat more."

"I'm so troubled."

An Qisheng opened the stool as he smelled the smell and praised: "The Taoist Master's craftsmanship is really good."

"It's all grown by myself, just like the lay Buddhists."

The little Taoist priest scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

After sleeping for two or three days, I had a meal. An Qisheng was really hungry, so he didn't say much, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

The chopsticks rise and fall.

Anqi ate it very quickly, but he didn't eat it voraciously. On the contrary, he chewed every bite thoroughly.

"Have the Taoist priest got up?"

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, An Qisheng asked.

"I got up, the host has done morning class and is now doing boxing outside."

The little Taoist priest packed up the dishes and said casually.

"Fist..."

An Qisheng nodded.

The martial style of the Great Xuan Kingdom is more prosperous than the earth in the previous world. From the elderly to the children, they know a lot of boxing skills.

This has a lot to do with Daxuan's system.

In addition to high school liberal arts and science, there are also martial arts subjects. Martial arts subjects are given extra points in the college entrance examination, and admission is given priority.

It is precisely all kinds of preferential treatment that cultivates the spirit of Daxuan and Wu.

But that's all. According to legend, the real killing methods in the army are all in the army. The boxing techniques learned by most people only have the effect of strengthening the body.

It is not as good as the Bajiquan and Xingyiquan he learned in his previous life.

"I heard from the master of the Guan Dynasty that lay Buddhists are also masters of martial arts?"

The little Taoist priest looked at An Qisheng curiously.

"You can't be considered a master."

An Qisheng smiled.

He learned internal martial arts from his previous life since he was a child, and he naturally gained something over the past ten years.

But his talent is not high or low, and he is not considered a master after studying for ten years.

Since I got sick a year ago, my health has become worse and worse, so I naturally haven't lost my boxing skills, but I'm even less a master.

"I heard from the watcher..."

What else did the little Taoist priest want to say? An Qisheng had already stood up and walked outside:

"There are no experts among the people, and experts are in the army. If the Taoist master is interested in martial arts, he will join the army."

The key to boxing is to practice. After working hard for a day, ordinary people do not care whether the nutrition can keep up with it or whether there is someone to give advice on boxing. Just practice time and atmosphere alone are far from comparable to those in the army.

You treat it as an interest, but others regard it as the basis for maintaining a life.

There may be no masters among the people, but they are naturally far inferior to the army.

Not to mention, the martial arts style in the Daxuan Army is extremely popular and has more technological assistance, and the boxing techniques are far from comparable to those of the people.

If he hadn't had a terminal illness, he would have joined the army after the college entrance examination.

"join the army......"

The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to clean up the dishes.

In Daxuan, joining the army is not just about to go.

Huh ~

When I walked out of the room, a cold wind blew.

At this time, the sky was clear, but the coldness in the middle of winter was still biting, and An Qisheng couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

Huh ~

In the courtyard, the old Taoist priest was punching slowly.

His movements were neither slow nor slow, his feet were no more than one foot off the ground, and his fists were not fully released. He would deflect gently whenever he was about to finish, and his strength would not be separated from his body.

An Qisheng could see that this was Xuan Gongquan.

It seems that he is neither hurry nor slow, but in fact, every move will affect the muscles and bones of the body, and the exercise effect is not inferior to the internal martial arts he learned in his previous life.

An Qisheng watched quietly, and the old Taoist priest slowly punched.

"call!"

The old Taoist priest exuded a breath of turbid air, stopped slowly, and closed the posture.

"There are few people who can match the achievements of Master Qingyuan's Xuangong Fist."

An Qisheng exclaimed.

Anything that has never been done for decades can reach a point that others cannot reach.

After decades of practice by the old Taoist priest, Xuangong Fist has already reached a very high level.

It is much better than the mysterious boxing he learned from a Taoist priest yesterday.

"Young friend An is acclaimed."

The old Taoist priest's face was rosy and there was sweat on his forehead: "When it comes to boxing, a year ago, the Taoist elbow almost sent the old Taoist away with that move."

An Qisheng was not embarrassed at all and smiled and said, "I still remember the Taoist priest's kick."

Although Xuangong Fist is a fist, his feet are extremely sharp.

If the old Taoist priest had not been old and his muscles and bones were not as good as that time, he would not even use his elbow to push his heart.

As he said, the old and the young looked at each other and smiled.

"Is this leaving?"

After talking and laughing, the old Taoist priest spoke.

"It's been a year since I came out, and it's time to go back."

An Qisheng nodded. He had no gains in his line and had superpowers. Naturally, he would not go to other places again.

Compared to things that cannot be seen or touched, whether there is or not, his awakening ability is clearly extraordinary.

If he wants to survive, perhaps he is above this ability.

Looking at An Qisheng's calm face, the old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and said:

"Over the past year, the old Taoist has searched many ancient books, medical skills, and the young friend's illness. Although there is no precedent, the old Taoist has discovered an interesting record."

"oh?"

An Qisheng looked at the old Taoist priest.

"Do you know Gu Changfeng?"

The old Taoist priest asked.

"I know naturally that Mr. Gu Changfeng? Mr. Gu's master."

An Qisheng was stunned at first, then nodded.

Three hundred years ago, the previous dynasty was destroyed and before Daxuan was founded, it was the darkest time and month of Daxuan in ten thousand years.

At that time, there were warlords in the Daxuan land, bandits were rampant, and there were great powers who spy on magical tools, which could be said that the people were in poverty.

Gu Changfeng was born in that era.

According to legend, Gu Changfeng was born to know that he was good at boxing and was already the number one master at that time when he was in his prime.

He was not angry about the warlord separatist rule and the people were in trouble, so he gathered a group of friends to travel around Daxuan to kill bandits, assassinate warlords, and even assassinate the leaders of the invading powers of Xuan.

Unfortunately, even if the martial arts are wise, they are still physical and mortal.

After being active for more than ten years, he was still surrounded and killed by warlords and powerful forces.

But his reputation is very great. Even today, he is still active in film and television, and can be regarded as a legendary figure of a generation.

The great Xuanwu wind is prevalent, and it has many influences.

"Mr. Gu is a master of his generation and has already mastered martial arts. According to legend, the gentleman had already anticipated the encirclement and killing of the great powers that day, but because Fusang was coerced by the lives of the military and civilians in a city, he asked him to go alone..."

"Faced with the obstacles of everyone, the gentleman laughed, "I, a young man, became famous in a young age, and was free to dominate the country. Isn't it a pleasure to die for the country in middle age?" Then, he died calmly."

The old Taoist priest commemorates his ancestors and respects them on his face.

"Sir, I will never let down the name of the master."

An Qisheng was silent for a moment and said:

"Now that Fusang Lu Shen is more than halfway through, I can comfort Mr. He is the Spirit in Heaven."

Seventy years ago, a typhoon broke out in the West Sea, passed through Daxuan and did not enter, and rushed straight to Fusang.

On that day, earthquakes accompanied by volcanic eruptions and typhoons covered the sky.

Even with the assistance of various countries, countless soldiers and civilians were saved, Fusang was a country that was not a country, and it fell from a great power in the world.

"The old Taoist checked ancient books a few days ago, but he saw a record..."

The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment and read out the record:

"Mr. Gu was born to know that he was weak at a young age and could hardly survive. He searched for famous doctors and could not cure them..."

"I was weak at a young age and could hardly survive..."

An Qisheng chewed the old Taoist priest's words in his mouth, and his heart moved:

"The Taoist priest said..."

"Mr. Gu's generation is a strange man, and many of his descendants have exaggerated and deified the truth. The old Taoist does not know whether it is true or false. What's more, after three hundred years, even if Mr. Gu's illness was the same as you, it was meaningless?"

The old Taoist priest sighed, which was also the reason why he hesitated.

After saying that, it only adds to worries.

Can you ask Gu Changfeng over three hundred years?

The old Taoist priest sighed, but An Qisheng's heart beat like a drum in his chest, as if he had seen a ray of dawn in the eternal night:
Chapter completed!