Guru~

Shortly after stopping, An Qisheng's abdomen was rumbling.

A fasting pill has been completely digested.

"In this state, my consumption is much greater than usual practice of boxing."

An Qisheng was a little scared.

This fasting pill is enough for ordinary carving masters to have nutritional needs for seven to half a month. Even if they consume more, one can last for two or three days.

But he swallowed this fasting pill for only half a day.

It can be seen that under this state, the consumption is extremely large.

He took out a fasting pill, swallowed it with saliva, and frowned slightly:

"The supplies a thousand years ago were far less than today. The fasting pill at that time did not have the same medicine as it is today. No wonder the gentleman was thin and thin, and his steps were a little staggering..."

When I saw the Saint, An Qisheng had a deeper understanding of the seventh step that was unknown above God.

The mind is rooted in the body, and its growth requires the access to the body's care. If there is not enough food to supplement, the body will inevitably be unable to support the needs of a strong mind.

Gradually, the body will become thinner, just like his terminal illness before.

The social environment a thousand years ago was far from being compared with today. All the substances and medicinal materials were seriously insufficient, and the requirements for practicing martial arts were already extremely huge, let alone the spiritual realm like Wang Yangming?

"If Mr. Born in the present, it might be different."

An Qisheng sighed lightly.

Kung Fu or practice is essentially inseparable from society.

In ancient times, one great master who saw the gods often could not have produced one for hundreds of years, but now, there are as many as nine great masters who see the gods in the world.

Daxuan alone is not the one who died at the hands of Mulong City, but also three great masters.

Looking at the ancient times, this was absolutely impossible.

If you take the seventh step now, even if it is not enough to make up for the physical weakness, you may not be old and a little staggering.

"Did the body die, and the spirit no longer exist? With Mr.'s spiritual realm, perhaps..."

An Qisheng changed his mind.

The gastrointestinal motility is severe, consuming the fasting pill.

He left the hotel with his luggage, and it was already dawn.

After delaying for a long time but gaining a lot, An Qisheng boarded the train home with satisfaction. He had just passed noon and had already returned home.

When she opened the door, An’s mother had already prepared the meal and was waiting. An Jianzhong sat on the sofa watching TV, and a cup of hot tea in front of her was steaming.

Plain and warm.

"You kid, you've been out for several months."

An’s mother untied her apron and took the luggage while complaining: “I really should find a wife for you to control you.”

"Ahem."

An Qisheng coughed lightly:

"Mom, I'm old and getting married a little too early."

"What's the early one? There are many people who are as old as you and have no school, and there are many who have married and have children."

Mother An said angrily.

After her son's illness recovered, she thought about her son's lifelong affairs.

"Okay, my son just came back, why did you say this?"

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 what your mother said is right."

An Jianzhong's voice changed as his mother looked at her covetous eyes:

"We have a few pretty little girls in our unit who are good-looking and kind-hearted. You can take the time to meet you."

"Let's talk about these in a few years."

Anqisheng pulled out the chair and sat down.

He is not a celibate, but marriage is also an unnecessary thing for him.

Not that he is extremely passionate, he will never find someone to disrupt his life rhythm.

He was a human being for two lives, and he was young and had a passionate youth that was almost impossible for him to appear.

Besides, his senses are much stronger than ordinary dysfunction. Even a woman with good makeup, he can see the thick pores and even smell the body odor under the perfume.

He would not have any discomfort, but if he held it for a lifetime, he would feel a little uncomfortable.

"You..."

What else An Jianzhong wanted to say, but suddenly he smelled a faint fragrance and couldn't help but look at An Qisheng in surprise:

"Are you spraying perfume?"

This smell is very pleasant, like the fragrance of grass and trees mixed with soil after spring rain, giving people a fresh and natural smell.

“Is there any?”

An Qisheng pretended not to know.

Once he entered the magic power, his body sensation was almost gone, and the power flowed, and there was no dust coming close to him. As he inherited Mr. Yangming's mind, his power changed again.

The body gradually emits a fresh and natural smell.

"No?"

An Jianzhong frowned and wanted to say more. An’s mother was already shouting there:

"Qiqi, come here for dinner, the rib soup is ready."

“Here’s coming.”

An Qisheng responded, got up and went to the restaurant.

"This kid..."

An Jianzhong raised his eyes.

The meal was very rich, with chicken, duck, fish and meat.

Although I took the fasting pill, An Qisheng still did not waste my mother's intentions. He swept the food at a normal meal.

At this point, An's mother felt that he had eaten less.

In the next few days, An Qisheng stopped practicing boxing. Every day, he either accompanied An Jianzhong to watch TV or accompanied An’s mother to go shopping.

The biggest amount of activity is massage and massage for parents.

An Jianzhong also has the ability to cultivate secret energy, but he is old and his kung fu has already progressed very slowly. An’s mother has never practiced martial arts, and her muscles and bones are a little aged.

Using the mastery of energy and massage for two people, it is naturally much better than any fitness and health club.

At this time, his massage techniques had already exceeded Liu Xian. Liu Xian's massage once costs as much as 150,000 yuan, and it is not something that ordinary people can ask for.

The peaceful days were broken by a call from Wang Anfeng a week later.

An Qisheng did not go back on his word, but only carved the fasting pill, said to his parents, and boarded the plane to Yunsheng.

...........

There is no moon in the sky, and the night is deep.

In the mountains and forests not far from the Yunmian border, in the lakeside manor originally built by Miao Xiu, An Qisheng met Wang Anfeng and Li Yan again.

The two of them were wearing camouflage and holding guns, their faces were condensing, and a murderous aura on their bodies remained undisturbed.

An Qisheng was a little surprised.

The changes in these two rich young masters have been a bit big, especially Wang Anfeng, who has become calm and composed.

If Wang Anfeng was originally just a child who was well protected by his sister, he now has a bit of the smell of an iron-blooded elite soldier.

Obviously, they have also experienced a lot during this period.

"You're here."

Seeing An Qisheng, Wang Anfeng squeezed out a smile.

"Dr. Wang's injury is very serious?"

An Qisheng glanced at the upper floor, and above the second floor, there were three masters who were almost breathing.

“Very heavy.”

Li Yan took a step forward and said:

"Miao Xiu is the Tiger King. He has been famous for decades and has a high skill. Dr. Wang and Miao Xiu fought in Nanyang for a few days, which is considered a loss-making loss. It will take at least half a month to recover."

"So seriously injured?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows. It was already two months ago that Wang Zhixuan and Miao Xiu had fought.

With the control of the body by the Huajin master and the medical conditions of the military, what kind of injury will take so long?

"Miao Xiu was also injured by his sister, otherwise he wouldn't have even 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 is very powerful in Yunmian Land, with hundreds of disciples and countless disciples who have received his favor. Even if we have the help of the Yun Provincial Law Enforcement Brigade, there are still fish who escaped from the country..."

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Li, it's been a long time since I've been delaying. It's time to set off."

Above the second floor, a loud sound like a bell rang.

An Qisheng's eyes swept, and a bright bald head came into his eyes on the second floor.
Chapter completed!