This boy is none other than Su Jie.

Su Jie's temperament is outstanding, and in An Qisheng's eyes, he is Zhong Lingliuxiu, a lucky Zhong, such a person is all a trendsetter of the times and a son of luck for a while.

This is not difficult to understand, if the magnetic field of heaven and earth is compared to countless lines horizontally and vertically, then Su Jie is from the node where the vertical and horizontal intersect.

Such a person, in politics, can dominate a province, and seal the territory, if he can borrow his strength, it is not even known that he can go further, and Xi Wen will also have a flash of inspiration, and he can easily complete a topic that others cannot study all his life, and become a scientific research giant.

The same is true for practicing martial arts.

In fact, in the trajectory that An Qisheng once saw, this Su Jie will be a generation of great masters three hundred years after Gu Changfeng, connecting the past and the next, and carrying forward the past and opening up the future.

This is not a great grandmaster with an honorific title like seeing God, but a great grandmaster who has been recited through the ages on the history of Xuanxing, Gu Changfeng, Zhang Sanfeng, Bodhidharma, and Chen Tuan.

Heroes.

How terrifying such a character is, you can see a corner from the many legends left by Gu Changfeng's yin soul in the human world, which is certainly the reason why he is carrying a fragment of the Dao map.

His own talent cannot be ignored.

Su Jie also has such potential.

Of course, force majeure cannot be encountered in this process.

For example, at this time, An Qisheng made a move.

Under such circumstances, even if the two poles of Xuanxing are giants, and the millions of elites of the navy, land and air forces protect him, it will be useless.

He wants to kill, and within a stone's throw no one can stop him.

Of course, he has always been a peaceful person, and he will not do anything to people for no reason.

"You ......"

Su Jie was furious by An Qisheng's eyes, like a little white rabbit being targeted by a dragon, and couldn't help but tremble.

But even so, his chest rose and fell a few times, and he still stretched out his hands to hold An Qisheng's hand:

"Mr. An, I haven't thanked you for saving your life."

Of course he knew Anderchson.

Not to mention the life-saving grace in the suburbs of Los Angeles more than a year ago, the shocking battle on Wudang Mountain half a year ago alone made him unforgettable.

He didn't expect that as soon as he returned to Los Angeles, he would meet this great master who was standing at the pinnacle of the world.

He was coached by himself Porter to become a man taller than Mount Everest.

"How are you going to thank me?"

An Qisheng let go of his hand and looked at Su Jie's eyes with a strange ripple.

You can casually meet the invincible old-timers in the world, should you say that you are worthy of being the son of luck for a while?

In Su Jie's eyes, there is naturally no secret.

This teenager has only been in contact with the inner boxing for more than two years, and he doesn't even have a teacher, but he just casually applied for a special summer training in a martial arts school, and he was able to meet the great monk Shi Xinlong who was walking outside the Shaolin Temple, and inadvertently learned the real thing.

After that, I met the beggar who came to Daxuan, saw the martial artist Potter, and entered the threshold of martial arts.

After less than three years, he is already about to enter the dark.

Such an encounter is naturally more than a coincidence.

"Huh?"

Su Jie was stunned, as if he didn't expect An Qisheng to say this.

"I've been through the dust all the way, since I've met him, invite me to a meal."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, and paced towards the breakfast shop on the side of the road not far away.

Su Jie was a little distracted, he remembered that Potter had told him that when he saw a divine warrior, he would not eat grains indiscriminately, but only take special pills, nutrient solutions, and even from time to time to open grains, and only drink water.

How is this ......

He was full of doubts, but he still followed quickly, the former's pacing, in his opinion, contained a lot of martial arts principles, he didn't see how to move, he walked fast but couldn't keep up.

People from Los Angeles love to drink soup.

Beef soup, mutton soup, donkey broth, tofu soup, meatball soup, Hu spicy soup, can be said to be a wide variety.

At this time, as soon as the sky was bright, a thick smell of spicy soup almost enveloped the entire Los Angeles.

An Qisheng randomly found a roadside stall and ordered a bowl of spicy soup, two pieces of meat, xiaolong buns, and a small plate of sauerkraut.

Simple, and, colorful, flavorful.

Such a simple breakfast, in his memory, had not been eaten for hundreds of years.

At this time, I was eating steamed buns and drinking spicy soup, and I only felt calm.

The dining style is camping, and it sounds good to take Dan Bigu, but in fact, the gods have a desire to eat and eat, although he can swallow the wind and exhale the air, but he doesn't have to be taboo, and he can't even eat the incense in the world.

"Mr. An, I heard that a martial artist like you no longer eats grains, why are you?"

Su Jie had doubts, so he asked directly.

"If you don't eat grains, what do you eat? To practice boxing, you can't just look at nutrition, nutritious meals, Bigu Dan, which is good-looking, but not delicious. ”

An Qisheng chewed the bun slowly, and after eating one, he said:

"The law of man is the earth, the law of the earth is the sky, the law of heaven is the way, the law of the Tao is natural, the fist law is like this, the adult is obedient, and the reverse becomes an immortal. The sun rises and sets, the moon is full and the moon is missing, the tide rises and falls, the wind blows and the clouds disperse, there is nothing necessary, what should be. ”

"Taoism is ...... naturally"

Su Jie was thoughtful.

"Confucius said that when you are over 70 years old, you can do whatever you want without exceeding the rules, this rule is the rule of heaven, and it is also your own rule......"

An Qisheng raised his hand, and the chopsticks were already on Su Jie's neck.

"Mr. Ann!"

Su Jie was startled, but he only felt that his hands and feet were numb, and he couldn't move, his dark energy had been trained to the hair of his limbs, and he would explode if he was frightened.

But he couldn't sense An Qisheng's abrupt move at all.

"However, this rule is not a rule in the ordinary sense......"

An Qisheng said, the chopsticks were slightly raised, and he involuntarily raised his head:

"What do you want to do most at this point?"

At this time, the sunlight was falling, and the refraction of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise building shone on Su Jie's eyes.

The morning sun is not so dazzling, but looking directly at the sun still can't help but sour eyes, but Su Jie can't close his eyes, and after a while, two lines of tears flowed:

"I want to blink, close my eyes."

"The sunrise and sunset are the rules of heaven and earth, the eyes are sour, and wanting to blink is your own rule, and others, such as eating when you are hungry and resting when you are sleepy, are all rules."

An Qisheng put down his chopsticks and said lightly:

"You practice a lot of miscellaneous, there are Shaolin foreign boxing, there are Wudang inner boxing, there are killing boxing in the army, and there are also Western boxing, but no matter the east and west boxing, the outside and the inside, after all, it is a human boxing, not a fairy boxing.

You have to obey, you have to rely on, you have to obey, it is also the rules of the body, if it hurts, it is not right, disgust, it is a fork, joy, it is right. ”

Two lives, across the three realms, he has learned a lot, so miscellaneous, throughout the ages, no one can compare with him, for boxing, his understanding has far exceeded Su Jie at this time.

The type of boxing, whether inside or outside, if you want to practice well, you must immerse yourself in it, you must put it into it, and this investment is not only a spiritual investment, but also a physical investment.

The spirit needs to be happy, and the body, too.

Practicing boxing in the mood and making the body happy is the entry of boxing.

'Uh......'

I asked myself, why did you say so much?

Su Jie wiped the corners of his eyes, thinking a little, but also a little wry:

"Then, what about the rules of heaven?"

"Then it depends on what rules you have learned from heaven and earth."

An Qisheng ate the last bun unhurriedly, wiped his hands, and saw that Su Jie was still stunned, and said again:

"Remember to pay the bills."

Su Jie raised his head and couldn't help but shout:

"Mr. An, why are you telling me this?"

Anqisheng paced forward, and did not look back:

"Then, naturally, it's as I like."

"....... as I Want"

Su Jie kept chewing on this sentence in his mouth, as if he had gained something in his heart, but as if he didn't understand anything.

After a long time, the spicy soup in front of him stopped steaming, and he came back to his senses.

An Qisheng couldn't see it anymore, but he inadvertently swept it, and saw that there was an extra locust wood sign on the table.

It seems to depict a door that has been pushed open.

The workmanship is exquisite, and the portrayal is vivid.

What did Enkisheng lose?

No, how could such a great grandmaster lose something, even if a speck of dust was pulled down, they could feel it.

So, this is what he left for himself?

Su Jie had a thought in his heart, and the ghost envoy reached out and pinched the acacia wood brand.

Start with the cold and go straight to the heart.

Su Jie only felt a trance in his heart, and couldn't help but clench the acacia wood brand:

"It's ......."

.......

Mountains to the northwest.

In the silver-white base hall, a group of people walked hurriedly, Wang Zhixuan, Qinglong, White Tiger, Prison Niu and others all looked at the full-screen projector in front of them with solemn expressions.

The high-level members of the Special Affairs Bureau are also as silent as a rock.

"Simulate the three-phase bomb to destroy the zombie king....... The success rate is 16.9%, and the reasons for possible failure ......"

"Simulate a space-based weapon to destroy the zombie king....... The success rate is 11.2%, and the reasons for possible failure ......"

"Simulated Genetic Weapons to Destroy the Zombie King...... The success rate is 10.3%, and the reasons for possible failure ......"

“....... Failed ......"

......

In the empty hall, the cold synthesized voice of the artificial intelligence Ying Long continued to sound.

Every time its voice sounded, the faces of everyone in the hall became solemn, because every sound sounded meant that their plan had failed.

"That's it!"

Qinglong let out a low snort, and Ying Long suddenly stopped talking.

"There are hundreds of destruction plans, but only 50......% of them have the highest success rate."

Qinglong's face was solemn, and a trace of weakness couldn't help but rise in his heart.

He rarely had such powerlessness in his life, but this monster was beyond their imagination, and it seemed that it could not be destroyed at all.

"Qinglong, if there is no better plan."

The white tiger lowered his head and said softly: "It's not impossible to ....... fifty percent."

"Impossible!"

Before he finished speaking, Qinglong waved his hand and had already interrupted it: "All the weapons in the plan are very harmful, there is no eighty, no, ninety percent certainty, and you must not act rashly!" ”

"Then it seems that the only way to do this is to throw it into space and use the sun to destroy it."

The prisoner bull looked at the lines of scarlet words on the projection screen, and his eyes were contemplative.

"Nope."

This time, it was Wang Zhixuan who waved his hand and refused:

"The uncertainty of fifty percent is too great, and if you can't destroy it, but instead the talisman that sealed him is burned, the problem is too big."

Wang Zhixuan also had a slight headache.

Since learning of the existence of the zombie king, until now, Ying Long has proposed countless plans, but none of them can increase the success rate to more than fifty percent.

And fifty percent is possible or not, for gamblers, of course, they can gamble, but for them, it can't.

The consequences of a failure are terrifying.

The events in the Xia Mountains were enough to shock the world.

And what she is more worried about is Mars......

What kind of monster is that set off a sandstorm that almost burned the whole of Mars?

"What if you send it to Mars and detonate the antimatter bomb at the same time?"

Again, it was suggested.

"The antimatter bomb has not yet been tested, and if something goes wrong, I am afraid that the problem will be even greater, and its power may not be able to destroy the zombie king."

Some people suggested, and naturally some people objected.

"How do you know if you don't give it a try? This is one of the two most successful options, and with our reserves, we can cleanse that half of Mars. ”

"What if it doesn't work?"

In the hall, the more the high-level people talked, the more excited they became, they had been suppressed in their hearts for too long, and there was no way to vent, at this time, they were like fairy tale powder kegs, and they exploded at one point.

"Okay, let's talk about it later, we know too little about this zombie king, one day later, we may be a little more sure, wait for Ying Long's follow-up plan."

Qinglong shook his head, but still refused.

He rubbed his temples, a little tired:

"Submit the simulation results first, if the above agrees......."

The stakes are so high that they can't be easily decided, and even if they have a ninety percent success rate, they won't be the ones who really give the order to destroy.

Of course, a big part of the reason is that they have one and only one chance.

If it fails, it will be a catastrophe even more tragic than it was three hundred years ago!

"Yes."

The projection was turned off, and the top brass of the Secret Service Bureau dispersed.

In situ, only Qinglong, Baihu, and Wang Zhixuan were left.

"It's only been a month......."

After the group retreated, Ying Long's electronic synthesis sound sounded again:

"To be exact, thirty-six days, twelve hours, eight minutes and forty-three seconds."

What 'Ying Long' said is the time of the statute that sealed the golden coffin, or rather, the time when the zombie king got out of trouble.

"Be ready."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at Qinglong:

"It's up to you to do the plan, I'm not at ease in the snow mountain, I'm going to keep an eye on it."

"Go ahead."

Qinglong sat on the chair, covering his face with his hands, unable to hide his exhaustion:

"One month, one month......."

.......

An Qisheng only stayed with his parents in Xingcheng for two weeks.

I had to leave.

For many parents, the day their children don't go to school, they become adults.

Now that you are an adult, you naturally have to start a family.

Therefore, An Qisheng did not enjoy the warmth of the family for a few days, and encountered the urging of his parents to marry......

He also expected this, but he was also a little crying and laughing.

But marriage, of course, is also impossible.

He doesn't cultivate the way of heaven, the seven emotions are still there, and the six desires are also there, but getting married is not necessary for him.

Marriage is nothing but mutual support and combination, passing on to future generations, and leaving their own traces in heaven and earth.

But for Anderson, this was not the case.

With his cultivation today, even if there is no progress in the slightest, even if he is in this Xuanxing Absolute Spiritual Land, he is sure to live for a thousand years.

Twenty years is one generation, and a thousand years is five hundred generations!

What's more, some female cultivators of the Human Dao are not in his eyes, not to mention these eye-rubbing eyebrows on Xuanxing, but in his eyes they are just piles of carbohydrates of vulgar powder.

But there are no filial immortals in the world, and it is impossible for him to influence his parents' thoughts by means.

So, after a few days at home, he left again.

Of course, in addition to this, the more important reason for his departure is naturally the zombie king's death.

He hadn't forgotten that the Emperor of Heaven and the Zombie King had been out of trouble.

After dragging on for so long, it's time to meet this zombie king.

By the way, solve the problem.

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