There was no trace of any artifacts in this room except for an unconscious girl in a corner.

"Where are the relics?"

An Qisheng's eyes lit up, and he had already begun hypnosis.

His hypnotic skills are already extremely high, and it is natural to deal with a person who is frightened by him.

"Stuff, in the dark room in the courtyard......"

The tomb robber looked dumbfounded, stared blankly into An Qisheng's eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Darkroom?"

Akisheng took a step forward, his index finger on the tomb robber's brow.

As soon as he vomited his strength, his entire brain was dotted into a mess, and he couldn't die anymore.

Then he moved to the wall, kicked open the two corpses sitting in a row, and tapped the mechanism, which cracked open to reveal a large black hole.

Call~

Anderson walked in.

This darkroom is not big, only about four or five square meters of open space, and on a shabby mattress, many cultural relics are placed in a disorderly manner.

Ceramics, bronzes, coins of all kinds, as well as some silk books, ancient books, parchment scrolls.

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and he had already felt that among the silk books, there were several books that exuded a strong spiritual imprint.

An Qisheng reached out and took the books in his hand.

The paper of these ancient books had a faint smell of decay, and there were large shadows formed by the dampness.

"Damaged ......"

An Qisheng frowned.

The damage to these ancient books is not small, the handwriting on the first book is a little blurred, and the spiritual imprint on them has collapsed.

An Qisheng put down the most damaged silk books, and there was only one left in his hand.

This ancient book is also the only one that has not been damaged, and there is not even much decay on it.

Turning the yellowed scroll, many of the handwriting on it has faded, but you can still see the handsome spirit of its owner, as well as the vast masculine spirit that has survived a long time.

The text carries the Tao.

Between the lines, An Qisheng seemed to see a middle-aged man with a clear face sitting on the desk and talking to his friends about the disadvantages of the times under the swaying flame of a bean candle.

Turning to the last page, there is the words "Essay for Friends, Wang Shouren".

"It's really Wang Yangming's handwriting......"

An Qisheng held the book in his hand and took a deep breath.

didn't fall asleep immediately, An Qisheng held Wang Yangming's essay in his hand, turned around and walked out of the dark room.

Call~

The air was blowing, and as soon as he stepped out of the dark room, he was greeted with a punch.

An Qisheng's face remained unchanged, his palm was lightly raised, he opened the arm of the person who came, landed on his chest, and with a slight push, the person who came became a rolling gourd.

"Su Jie!"

With a somewhat weak exclamation, the girl who had been unconscious before staggered to her feet and held the boy who couldn't stand up from the battle on the ground.

"Tingting, run!"

The boy's face turned pale.

The person who came out of this dark room was definitely a great master, and with just a slight hand, his body seemed to be electrified.

This is the qi and blood are scattered all at once.

"Su Jie? Good name. ”

An Qisheng walked out of the dark room and smiled:

"However, you are a little wrong with the savior?"

This young man's kung fu is good, but if he doesn't make a move this time.

He was going to die at the hands of this gang of grave robbers.

Although he didn't deliberately save him, it was naturally not too much to say that he was a life-saving benefactor.

"A lifesaver?"

The young man's face was stunned.

Feeling that his hands and feet had regained some strength, he stood up and saluted respectfully:

"It turned out that you rescued me, I thought that this group of kidnappers had unevenly divided the spoils and had infighting......"

He had heard the commotion upstairs before, but he was very nervous at the time, and Ankisheng was moving so fast in the night that he didn't see what was happening at all.

When he came up after he had leveled the people below, and saw such a tragic scene in the house, the people were like frightened cats, and when they heard the footsteps, they did not think twice.

"You don't have to explain that much."

An Qisheng waved his hand, and looked at the young man with some curiosity:

"Your kung fu is good, where did you learn it?"

This young man is at most the age of a high school student, his face is still green, but his kung fu is very solid, not a showmanship.

It's a rarity.

Anqisheng thought to himself that when he was in high school, he was not as good as this teenager.

This is not something that can be explained by being gifted, it must be guided by a master.

"I am a student of Shaolin Martial Arts School, and the coach is a Shaolin monk, and I am relieved to ......

Su Jie replied.

"Relieved Heart Long ......"

An Qisheng thought about it and had an impression.

Because of the dream ability, he collected some information about the masters of Daxuan and even the world martial arts world.

This Shi Xinlong is the master of the Shaolin Warrior Monk Order, one of the faces of contemporary Shaolin, and it is said that he is also a master of chemical strength.

However, Su Jie called Shi Xinlong a coach instead of a master, and it was obvious that Shi Xinlong could not give him much of anything.

The source of his kung fu is only afraid of someone else.

However, he didn't ask much, turned around and pointed to the dark room:

"The kidnappers are just a part-time job for these people, their main job is a tomb robber, and these are all cultural relics they stolen, after I leave, you call the police, and you don't have to hide my affairs."

An Qisheng commanded, and he was not in the mood to linger.

With a movement under his feet, he was already out of the house.

"You ......."

The boy walked a few steps briskly and chased him out of the house:

"Benefactor, what's your name?"

But in the night, there was already no one.

"Su Jie, you can help me."

In the room, the girl looked at the corpses on the ground, her face turned pale, and her legs were weak:

"I, I'm scared ......"

"Oh."

Su Jie agreed, and reluctantly looked at An Qisheng, who had long disappeared in the night.

It's a pity that such a master can't ask for advice himself.

.......

"That Su Jie ......"

In the night, An Qisheng's feet did not stop, but the appearance of the young man appeared in his heart.

There was something strange in his heart.

This teenager seems to be a little unusual.

But he didn't know what caught his attention.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, it's normal for tens of billions of Xuanxing people to have a few geniuses......"

The thought flashed through me.

An Qisheng was a little faster under his feet, running like a dragon in the night, and between the ups and downs was more than ten or twenty meters.

The night scene on both sides retreats.

After running for more than an hour, he came to the main road, stretched out his hand to intercept a car, and rode into the city.

By the time he returned to the hotel next to the train station, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Whew!"

After calming his breath slightly, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly spread out the yellowed ancient book in his hand.

"Wang Yangming......"

An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes were half-closed, and he activated his ability.

Airplanes~

In the perspective, the ancient characters emit a brilliant light, as if they have come to life, coiled and entangled with each other, like a big net.

In an instant, the perspective is closer, and the big net gradually changes, evolving into a picture scroll spreading.

The night falls, the moon is as cool as water, the ancient city is quiet, the old house is quiet, the wind blows the branches, in the study, the lights are like beans, and the figures are reflected on the window paper......

Wang Yangming.......

An Qisheng's mind moved, and his vision suddenly became extremely clear, as if his spirit had traveled through time and space and came to the picture scroll.

Call~

At this moment, in the study, the figure sitting at the desk straightened up and looked out the window.

Through the window paper, An Qisheng seemed to see a pair of warm and bright eyes.

"Guests are welcome, ....... welcome"