An Qisheng's arrival attracted the attention of many people and many people were talking about it.

He stopped and swept through several pavilions. There were about twenty or thirty people present, most of whom were energetic and had a strong aura, and obviously they all had a foundation.

"Are there friends here again?"

A calm and gentle voice sounded in the pavilion on the left.

An Qisheng looked slightly at him. He was a young man in his twenties or thirties.

He wears cloth shoes, black clothes, silver hair, handsome face and slender figure.

He spoke slowly, but he overwhelmed the discussions of the others present.

It can be seen that this silver-haired young man has a special status. No matter who he is in, he is inadvertently away from him and wants to get close to him.

"An Qisheng, when passing by Baodao, he must come to Yangming to worship the mountain."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, saying hello.

He was a little surprised.

The silver-haired young man seemed not much older than him, but his aura was restrained and had a bit of Wang Zhixuan's smell.

He is actually a master who is powerful.

"An Qisheng..."

The silver-haired young man pondered for a moment, and seemed not to have any master called this name.

But seeing the dragon trembling as he stepped on, his feet seemed slow and fast, his eyebrows were restrained, and he had skill in his body while walking, so he was obviously a master.

"My name is Jing Xiaolou, my disciple, today I am here to receive all your friends."

Jing Xiaolou stood up, gave a greeting, and said with a smile:

"My teacher will be happy if Brother An comes to visit."

"Well? The little gentleman actually approves him?"

"Why can he get in? An Qisheng, is this master named after this?"

"An Qisheng? Whose disciple of the boxing master is this?"

Before An Qisheng could speak, the people present were already in an uproar.

Although the great master is easy-going and willing to guide his younger generations, not everyone is qualified to visit him. It is not that he is proud, but that there are many martial artists in the world.

There is not even a threshold, so there is no need to do anything else.

There were many people present who came to visit many times, but they always couldn't pass the test. What kind of virtue could this ordinary young man have? Just a glance, he was recognized?

"Dear friends, can't you trust someone Jing?"

Jing Xiaolou looked around and opened his voice lightly.

His voice was neither slow nor slow, but it was like the spring breeze. Although it was gentle, it could not be ignored. It swept away many noisy sounds in an instant.

"We can naturally trust the vision of the young man."

One of them gritted his teeth and stood up, bowed:

"But, I've come here three times and can't see the Grand Master. Even if this person gets into the eyes of the young man, he should always show his skills and convince us."

"Yes, sir."

Others did not dare to make a fuss again, but they also responded to the man who spoke.

"Your name is Ren Kaiyu. You are practicing fighting skills in the army. How many years have you been a soldier?"

Jing Xiaolou stood up slowly, his voice calm:

"You can follow the bright spirit, and the masculine martial arts in the army are in your hands. I guess they can compete with the dark spirit, so you don't agree, right?"

"yes."

Ren Kaiyu gritted his teeth.

Of course he could see that An Qisheng had become good at Kung Fu, but he was trapped before the Dark Spirit for a long time. After he was discharged from the army, he was very eager to see the Grand Master.

Although I was a little offended, I couldn't help but stand up.

call!

Jing Xiaolou was about to speak, but his heart suddenly moved and he looked up.

An Qisheng smiled slightly and walked towards the pavilion where Ren Kaiyu was.

"Hmm? Want to do it?"

Ren Kaiyu's eyes narrowed, his muscles bulged on his arms, and his fist prints tightly.

An Qisheng did not hurry or slow down. He walked twenty steps in just over ten meters and stopped under the steps of the pavilion.

"you!"

Ren Kaiyu's heart thumped, his clenched fists couldn't help but scatter, and he stared blankly behind An Qisheng.

Behind him, on the pure white stone slab, footprints are clearly visible from far to near!

"hiss!"

People in several pavilions took a breath.

The stone slabs outside the pavilion are all good stones selected from Yangming Mountain, and they are the hardest, but they think they can't destroy them without using tools.

But under the feet of this young man, he was as fragile as tofu.

The gap is really big.

"Every step can you produce dark force, and if you lift lightly or heavyly, is this the secret force achievable?"

Ren Kaiyu was shocked and bowed with a wry smile:

"I'm a dog-eyed person, so please don't be surprised by my friends."

"Those who don't know won't blame it."

An Qisheng let out a breath.

Although his dark energy has not been refined throughout his body, after the battle with the swordsman in Xinguo, he became more and more adept at mastering the dark energy.

When he first became a dark force, he sent six or seven times. Now, he has been hitting fifty times, so the problem is not too big.

"Brother An's secret force is already deep, and the transformation force is not far away. If all my friends can do this, I should bow to greet you."

Jing Xiaolou was not surprised, bowed to the surroundings, and his eyes fell on Ren Kaiyu:

"The martial arts are the most fierce in the military. Three years can make a person with different skills perfect in the Ming Dynasty, and he is also cruel to the body's squeeze.

If you leave the army, you will no longer be treated as an army. There is no medicine for tigers and wolves to fill the gap. Your body is already strong on the outside and the middle. What you need to do now is not to be brave and diligent, but to go home to nourish yourself."

"Mr. Xie's advice."

Ren Kaiyu bowed to thank him.

"Come back three to five years later, it should be the light and darkness."

Jing Xiaolou smiled slightly, walked towards the pavilion, and waved his hand slightly:

"Brother An, please follow me."

An Qisheng nodded, walked into the manor with Jing Xiaolou one after another.

"Brother Ren! This is not possible, just look for another place!"

A low man walked to Ren Kaiyu and said in a angrily way:

"Everyone says that Grand Master Xue is best to support his juniors and give guidance to him. Now it seems that he is also a person who is looking at the food!"

Ren Kaiyu glared at his eyes, raised his hand and slapped him.

Bang!

Ren Kaiyu's hand was extremely powerful and he was not merciless when he took action. With just a slap, the low man flew three meters away.

"ah!"

His head was dizzy, his cheeks were swollen, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, looking incredible:

"Brother Ren, you hit me?"

"It's still light to hit you!"

Ren Kaiyu's face was gloomy and he cursed:

"Master Xue's martial ethics and moral character throughout his life are also something you can question? Get out of here!"

"good!"

The low man staggered up and gritted his teeth and left.

.........

In the manor, the floor with pure white stone is covered with no gaps, with rockery on both sides, flowers and plants on the other side. At the end of the sight, there is an artificial lake with steam evaporating.

On the banks of the river, the mysterious winds are rising and falling, with an unspeakable rhythm.

Although the Gong family is so big, the cost of building such a manor between these mountains will naturally not be much lower.

As he walked, Jing Xiaolou suddenly slowed down and walked side by side with An Qisheng:

"Nan Kaiyu has been a soldier for several years. He was forced to retire due to fighting and injured people in the army. He was reckless, but he was not bad. Brother An should not keep it in mind."

"Where do you mean?"

An Qisheng smiled in silence:
Chapter completed!