"A person like Garuda will not take action at any time. Apart from him, there are many dark web masters, but the dark web killers above level three are basically on them. Once they enter the country, they will be doomed."

Jing Xiaolou picked up the teacup:

"Brother An, please."

Jing Xiaolou's voice is plain, but he has the slightest pride of being a citizen of a great country.

"good."

An Qisheng picked up the teacup.

This world is extremely powerful and has dominated Xuanzhou in the east for thousands of years. It occasionally declines, and it quickly reaches the top of the world, and it is the two extremes of the world.

What are the dark web, what are the killer organizations mercenaries or the god-watching warriors, they are absolutely weak.

Not daring to enter the country easily.

This is true in Mulong City, and so is Garuda.

Although he was offered a reward, he didn't have much fluctuations in his heart.

But, you need to be more careful in your heart.

As the two of them talked about martial arts, they started to get to the end of the day, and each gained something.

After dinner, An Qisheng came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake again.

The lake water is clear, and the fish and shrimps are playing and rippling. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the old man sits cross-legged and faces the mountains:

"Are you leaving?"

"I stayed for half a month, and it's time to leave."

An Qisheng bowed with his fists:

"The grace of the great master's guidance is remembered in my heart."

Half a month in Yangming Mountain is better than his years of hard work, and the secret energy has become clearer in his heart.

He naturally needs to remember.

"I have a verbal conversation just to speak, so I don't have to thank you."

The old man shook his head slightly.

As if he noticed that An Qisheng wanted to speak, he smiled and said:

"If you want to thank me, when you have achieved success in your kung fu in the future, come to Yangming Mountain to have tea and let me see your kung fu, that's it."

“That’s natural.”

An Qisheng answered, feeling a little admiration.

As the director of Southern Martial Arts, Xue Zheng has many disciples and disciples.

He has connections in the political, military, business and martial arts world, so he naturally doesn't really care about the rewards he gives in to him.

The most rare thing in the world is to not seek rewards.

"If you practice nine points in Kung Fu, you will be almost the same as you hit, but if you are too tight, it will be fine if you slow down appropriately."

The old man reached out and took out a black booklet from his arms and threw it to An Qisheng:

"I have seen you have thoughts about practicing Bajiquan these days. I have written something randomly. You can see, it may be useful."

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

An Qisheng held the booklet in both hands and bowed deeply.

He didn't know if this great master was like this to every visitor, but for him, he was the only person in this world who had guided him in his kung fu.

Needless to say, I already have half the friendship of a teacher.

"Go."

The old man waved his hand.

......

After saying goodbye to the old man, An Qisheng did not stop. After going down Yangming Mountain, he went to the airport and flew to the mainland.

Then he took the train and set off on the way back to Xingcheng.

Nothing happens all the way, no need to make a lot of talks.

Xingcheng in the middle of winter is naturally different from Baodao. The wind is howling, and the streets in the middle of the night are even more cold and bitter.

Get off the train with my luggage.

Even in the middle of the night, there were many people waiting outside the train station, most of which were taxi-carrying.

An Qisheng was not surprised and found a taxi.

It was already midnight at this time, and he had no intention of disturbing his parents and went back to the suburbs.

"Hmm? The lights are on?"

As soon as he walked into the villa, An Qisheng's body tightened first and then relaxed.

The shadow reflected by the light is his mother.

"Who?"

Not long after the lights came on, An's mother's voice came down from the upper floor.

"Mom, it's me, I'm back."

An Qisheng replied.

"It's so cold, come in quickly."

An's mother opened the door in her coat and pulled him in, complaining a little:

"Why don't you call me when you come back?"

"Mom, why are you here?"

An Qisheng put down and gave a tribute.

"Who knows how long you've been out? It's not cost-effective to ask someone to clean it. I'm idle anyway, so I'll come to clean it in a few days and stay for a day."

An's mother closed the door and looked at her son with some distress:

"I'm back so late. I'm hungry. Mom goes to cook for you."

"Don't be busy, I'll have a meal."

An Qisheng hurriedly grabbed his mother and persuaded her to go to rest, and he also returned to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, An Qisheng felt calm.

Although he had only been out for more than half a month, he was wandering on the sea and was almost dead in the battle between Xinguo. Even when he arrived at Yangming Mountain, there were still some ripples in his heart.

It was not until he returned to his own home that his heart was completely calmed down.

He took out the booklet that the old man gave him.

Turn on.

On the first page, the word "hard work" is written:

[If the box is not hard, it will not hurt to hit people. There is a saying in the martial arts world that to hit people, practice being beaten first. The muscles and bones of the human body are never unchanged. The wear and healing of bones is the most simple method of hard work practice....]

"Hard work..."

An Qisheng took a look and continued to open it.

This booklet is not thick, but it is vast in it. Xue Zheng's views on hard skills, external martial arts, internal martial arts, pace, internal cultivation and other skills are said to be an essay.

In fact, it contains a lot of things.

"It's easy to understand and is worthy of being a great master."

After carefully watching the journey, An Qisheng couldn't help but admire him.

Unlike the mysterious terms in the boxing essays I have read in the past, Xue Zheng’s booklet explains the essence of various types of boxing in the most simple words.

Even a person who does not understand martial arts can learn something if he read it, as long as he calms down and makes sense, he can practice something.

Looking at An Qisheng's heart, he had a deeper understanding of boxing.

"Huh~"

After a long time, he closed the booklet and closed his eyes slightly:

【An Qisheng】

[Special skills: Bajiquan (79%) Liuhe big gun (79%) Dragon and Tiger big grapple (69%) Gumen Xinyiquan (33%) Dragon roar iron cloth shirt (55%).....]

[Status: increasingly weak (terminal illness?) calculating strength state (69%)]

"It's still a terminal illness..."

An Qisheng took a deep breath.

Over the past year, as his kung fu became more and more powerful, his spirit also underwent subtle changes.

His ability is also slowly changing.

But his disease has not been completely cured, and this panel always reminds him of this matter.

"I take Grand Master Wang Honglin as a reference. All the progress reaches 100, which is comparable to Wang Honglin at that time...

If you master the strength of the pill until seventy, you will become the power of the pill. If you have one hundred, you can hold the pill?”

An Qisheng had many thoughts in his mind.

Among the many data, what he cares most is actually mastering strength, because in his imagination, only by holding the pill can he truly cure his disease.

After he mastered Wang Honglin's shot, his strength mastery improved by leaps and bounds, and after the fight between Yangmingshan and Jing Xiaolou, he even climbed to the limit below the Huajin.

But Huajin is also unable to hurry.

"Maybe, I really need to slow down..."

An Qi had thoughts.

For more than a year, he has got up in the early morning to cook medicinal meals, practice boxing, shake big guns, visualize at night, and sleep with masters of boxing in the middle of the night.

Maybe, it's really too tight?
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