Grunt~

Soon after he stopped, Anqi's abdomen sounded.

A Bigu Dan has actually been thoroughly digested.

"In this state, my consumption is much greater than the consumption of normal boxing."

An Qisheng was a little frightened.

This Bigu Pill is enough for the nutrition needs of an ordinary Great Fist Master for seven days to half a month, even if his consumption is greater, one can last two or three days.

But this Bigu Dan, he swallowed it for only half a day.

It can be seen that in this state, the consumption is extremely high.

He took out a Bigu Dan, swallowed it with saliva, and frowned slightly:

"The materials of a thousand years ago were far inferior to today's, and the Bigu Dan at that time did not have the same medicinal power as it is now, no wonder Mr. was thin and thin, and his steps were a little staggering......"

With this visit, Ankisheng has a deeper understanding of the unknowable seventh step above God.

The mind is rooted in the physical body, and its growth requires the sustenance of the physical body, and without sufficient nourishment, the physical body will inevitably not be able to support the needs of a strong soul.

Gradually, his physical body will become thinner and thinner, just like his previous terminal illness.

The social environment thousands of years ago was far from being compared with today, and all the material and medicinal materials were seriously insufficient, and the need for martial arts training was already huge, let alone Wang Yangming's spiritual realm?

"If Mr. was born now, maybe it would be different."

An Qisheng sighed softly.

Kung Fu or cultivation cannot be separated from society in essence.

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

Da Xuan alone, not counting the one who died in the hands of Mu Longcheng, there are also three great grandmasters.

This was absolutely impossible to achieve in ancient times.

If you step into the seventh step now, even if it is not enough to make up for the deficit in the physical body, you may not be dying and old, and you will be a little stumbling.

"Is the body dead, and the spirit no more? With the spiritual realm of Mr., maybe ......"

An Qisheng turned his mind.

The peristalsis of the stomach and intestines is violent, consuming the Bigu Dan.

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

After a delay of half a day but a huge gain, An Qisheng boarded the train home with satisfaction, and just after noon, he had already returned home.

Pushing open the door, An's mother had already prepared a meal and waiting, An Jianzhong was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and a cup of hot tea was steaming in front of him.

Plain and warm.

"You kid, it's going to be months since you've been out."

Mother An took off her apron and complained while taking the luggage: "I really should find you a daughter-in-law to control you." ”

"Ahem."

An Qisheng coughed lightly:

"Mom, I'm old, it's a little too early to get married."

"Early, what's early? There are many people like you who are old and have not gone to school, and who are married and have children. ”

Mother Ann snorted angrily.

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

"Okay, my son just came back, what are you talking about?"

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 your mom is right."

In An Mu's fierce gaze, An Jianzhong's voice changed:

"There are a few nice little girls in our unit, who are good-looking and kind-hearted, you can take the time to meet them."

"We'll talk about that in a few years."

Enkison pulled out his chair and sat down.

He wasn't celibate, but marriage was unnecessary.

It's not an extreme love, he will never find someone to disrupt the rhythm of his life.

He is a man in two lives, young Mu Ai, and it is almost impossible for hot-blooded youth to appear on him.

Moreover, his senses are far more powerful than ordinary makeup, even if he is a woman with good makeup, he can see the large pores, and even smell the body odor under the cover of perfume.

He didn't feel uncomfortable, but if he held it for the rest of his life, it would always be a little uncomfortable.

"You ....... in this body"

An Jianzhong wanted to say something, but suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and couldn't help but glance at An Qisheng in surprise:

"You're wearing perfume?"

This smell is very good, like the fragrance of plants and trees mixed with earth after the spring rain, giving people a fresh and natural taste.

"Is there one?"

Anqisheng pretended not to know.

As soon as he entered the strength, the body odor was almost nothing, and between the flow of strength, the slightest dust could not be close, and as he inherited Mr. Yangming's mental learning, his strength changed again.

The body gradually exudes a fresh and natural smell.

"Didn't you?"

An Jianzhong frowned, and wanted to say more, but An Mu was already shouting over there:

"Qiqi, come over for dinner, the pork rib soup is stewed."

"Here it is."

Anqisheng answered, got up and went to the restaurant.

"This kid ......."

An Jianzhong raised his eyes.

The meals were very generous, with chicken, duck and fish.

Although he ate Bigu Dan, An Qisheng still didn't waste his mother's heart, and swept away the food according to the normal amount of food.

That's it, An's mother still thinks that he has eaten less.

In the next few days, An Qisheng didn't practice much boxing, and he either watched TV with An Jianzhong every day, or went shopping with An Jianzhong.

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

An Jianzhong also has a dark cultivation, but he is old, and his kung fu entry is already very slow, and An's mother has never practiced martial arts, and her muscles and bones are very old.

With the mastery of strength, massaging for two people is naturally much better than any fitness and health club.

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

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

An Qisheng didn't break his word, only carried Bigu Dan, said to his parents, and boarded the plane to Yun Province.

........

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

In the mountains and forests not far from the Yunnan-Myanmar border, in the manor along the lake originally built by Miao Xiu, An Qisheng saw Wang Anfeng and Li Yan again.

The two of them were wearing camouflage and carrying guns, their faces were condensed, and there was a murderous aura on their bodies.

Anderson was slightly surprised.

These two rich young masters have changed a lot, especially Wang Anfeng, whose original character has become calm.

If the original Wang Anfeng was just a very good child who was protected by his sister, now he has a bit of the taste of an iron-blooded elite soldier.

Obviously, they have also experienced quite a few during this time.

"You're here."

Seeing An Qisheng, Wang Anfeng squeezed out a smile.

"Dr. Wang's injuries are serious?"

An Qisheng glanced upstairs, and above the second floor, there were three masters who breathed almost nothing.

"It's heavy."

Li Yan took a step forward and said:

"Miao Xiu is the Tiger King, he has been famous for decades, his kung fu is very high, Dr. Wang and Miao Xiu fought in Nanyang for a few days, it is considered a defeat for both sides, and it will take at least half a month to recover."

"So badly hurt?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows, Wang Zhixuan and Miao Xiu had fought two months ago.

With the master's control of the body, as well as the medical conditions of the military, what kind of injury takes so long?

"Miao Xiu was also injured by the elder sister, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to show his face for a few months."

Wang Anfeng's face was a little cold, and he didn't say much about Wang Zhixuan.

glanced at An Qisheng and said:

"Miao Xiu's power in the land of Yunma is very large, there are hundreds of disciples, and I don't know how many people have received his favors, even if we have the help of the Yun Provincial Law Enforcement Brigade, there are still fish that have escaped from the country......."

"Wang Shao, Li Shao, the delay is not short, it's time to go."

On the second floor, a loud voice rang like a bell.

An Qisheng's eyes swept away, and above the second floor, a bright bald head came into view.

"Shi Xinlong?"