Chapter 7: Eyes Traveled Through Time and Space!
Light, Dark, Transformation, Dan, Gang, God!
An Qisheng was a little fascinated when he heard it, these six realms are somewhat similar to the previous life in his dream, but I don't know if it's a coincidence.
Before he got sick, his strength was close to darkness, and he was among the top among his peers.
It's a pity that after getting sick, he didn't lose his kung fu, but it was almost like losing it.
"Ugh."
Seeing his son's slightly gloomy face in the rearview mirror, An Jian Center sighed.
He is an instructor of the Xingcheng Law Enforcement Brigade, and he has trained many law enforcement team members, among whom there are many talented people, but there are few who are stronger than his son.
If you don't have this disease, it's not impossible to even go from darkness to darkness in your lifetime.
"Because of this martial arts expo, there are many martial arts enthusiasts who have come to Xingcheng to travel in recent days, and I will participate in security for a while, so don't run around yourself."
An Jianzhong stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall.
"I know."
An Qisheng nodded.
People who practice martial arts are full of blood, and when a group of people get together, it is easy to have problems.
Over the years, there have been a lot of people making trouble at the martial arts expo, and even instructors like An Jianzhong have been pulled over to do security, which shows that the leaders of Xingcheng are also very nervous.
"There are big names in this martial arts expo, so I'm just going to go through the motions."
An Jianzhong said casually.
"Big shots? Which big shot? β
Anderson was a little curious.
"Confidentiality Regulations."
An Jianzhong said as he drove through a few street corners.
After a while, it stopped in front of the martial arts hall.
At this time, the martial arts expo had not yet been held, but it was already crowded outside, and if it weren't for An Jianzhong's internal passage as a security officer, he wouldn't have been able to enter.
"It's still early, you go around first."
As soon as he got out of the car, An Jianzhong's mobile phone rang.
"Go ahead."
An Qisheng waved his hand at him, and walked towards the martial arts hall himself.
He is a native of Xingcheng, and he has come to the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall many times, so of course he doesn't need to be accompanied.
Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall was built in 9506 of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and has been more than 300 years so far, which is the earliest batch of martial arts halls established by Daxuan.
Otherwise, with Xingcheng's specifications, it would not be its turn to hold a martial arts expo.
An Qisheng walked into the martial arts hall without slowness, and the wide hall was placed with the statues of Xingcheng's famous martial artists and big boxers for three hundred years.
There are also some manuscripts left behind by them during their lifetimes, and their belongings are displayed in the exhibition hall.
At this time, the fair had not yet begun, and only some staff members were tidying up the decoration in the hall.
An Jianzhong is also a little famous in Xingcheng, and most of these staff members also know An Qisheng, although the expo is about to begin, there is no intention of making people happy.
"Now, it's time to validate my idea."
An Qisheng glanced at it a few times, and then walked towards the exhibition hall.
Walking into the exhibition hall, the staff who was wiping the display board raised his head: "Qi Sheng, came with your father?" β
"Well, my dad is busy, and I'll just walk around by myself."
An Qisheng smiled and said hello.
"I still have work to entertain you, there are a lot of things in the martial arts hall in the exhibition hall in the past two days, you be careful and don't touch them."
The staff member explained.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhao."
An Qisheng nodded.
The reason why he brought Father An here early in the morning was because once the martial arts expo started, all the exhibition halls had to be locked, and he couldn't touch them.
"By the way, Brother Zhao, is there Mr. Gu's exhibition hall here?"
After taking two steps, An Qisheng asked as if nothing had happened.
"Mr. Gu's exhibition hall is separate, and it is not open to outsiders before the expo starts, and even everyone who should clean up is a person from the demon capital, so we can't get close."
Brother Zhao shook his head.
"Then don't bother Brother Zhao."
An Qisheng frowned slightly and walked to the depths of the exhibition hall.
I'm going to find a boxing master to test the idea first, and then I'll talk about the rest of it.
The two sides of the exhibition hall are lined up, and near the outside is the booth of the martial arts master of Xingcheng, and An Qisheng is too familiar with these to skip it directly.
After a few minutes, he stopped in front of a booth and fixed his gaze on the portrait placed in this booth:
[Wang Honglin, male, Han nationality, place of origin unknown, Kaiyuan 9480-9510...... Mr. Wang's life was bright and upright, and he was as vicious as hatred. Boxing is at its peak, especially good at Gumen Xinyi Boxing, Dragon and Tiger Grab, Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt, Hating Sky Boxing, Iron Palm, Baji Boxing, Liuhe Big Gun .......]
"It's ..... Bajiquan?! β
An Qisheng's pupils shrank.
Bajiquan is the type of boxing in his previous life, and in this world, there are actually one?!
"Wang Honglin, Wang Honglin ......"
An Qisheng muttered a few times in his mouth, forcibly pressed the boiling in his heart, reached out from the booth, and picked up the manuscript left by this boxing master before his death.
He's going to finalize it.
There is overlap between this life and his previous life, such as Taoist Lao Tzu, Buddhism Shakya, Peng Zu, Chen Jun, Zhang Sanfeng, it seems not strange to have one more Bajiquan.
But An Qisheng's heart couldn't help but beat suddenly.
Swish~
Gently opened, the first line of words came into view, and An Qisheng's heart was a big shock, as if there were big waves!
Chinese character!
It's still a traditional Chinese character!
At this time, he was extremely sure that this Wang Honglin really came from the previous life in his dream!
Because, Xuanwen and Chinese characters are two different writing systems.
[This is not the world I am in, this world, there is no Qing Dynasty, no Ming Dynasty, no Qin Emperor and Han Wu! γ
Why did I come to this world? How do I get back? γ
[Li Shi, father, mother, Ping'er...... God, you took everything from me! γ
.......
On the old pages, Ankisheng saw a man's uneasiness, panic, and finally crazy catharsis when he first arrived in another world.
"Wang Honglin is different from me, he suddenly came to Daxuan three hundred years ago!"
Sweeping through the pages, the doubts in An Qisheng's heart were not only not answered, but there were more and more doubts.
Why did he come into this world?
How many traversers like Wang Honglin are there?
"Whew!"
Anqi let out a long breath, staring at the manuscript in his hand, and in the perspective, the data panel resurfaced:
γWang Honglin (9480-9510)γ
Airplanes~
Almost instantly, the panel shattered.
Countless scattered streamers flew in An Qisheng's perspective, gradually outlining a picture of the starry sky.
Under An Qisheng's gaze, the countless stars all drew closer and closer to him.
"Does that chasm still exist?"
An Qisheng stared a little nervously, this was not only about the secret of his previous life, but also determined his life and death in this life.
Call~
Suddenly, the picture scroll composed of countless "stars" shook, and began to distort and disappear as if he had observed Gu Changfeng!
"Still doesn't work?"
Looking at the distorted and disappearing "stars", An Qisheng's heart was cold.
Airplanes~~~
Just when An Qisheng was about to give up, in his vision, large characters suddenly flashed with streamers.
The big characters jumped forward like elves, like a magpie bridge, across that invisible chasm, connected to a star!
Wilderness, scorched earth, vicious dogs fighting for corpses, ancient cities, small courtyards, old trees......
The illusory picture gradually became real, and An Qisheng only felt that his gaze seemed to have crossed time and space, and saw the great mystery of three hundred years ago.
"The divine fist is the only one, and the king of the eight extremes is coming!"