The red sun is rising, illuminating the dark night.

Even the winter fog that permeated the mountains gradually dissipated, and the snow became more and more brilliant under the sun.

In the guest room of the Taoist temple, An Qisheng, who had been sleeping for a day and night, slowly woke up.

Unlike before, this time when he woke up, An Qisheng felt the comfort he had not felt for a long time, and the stinging pain that had lingered on his body for a year seemed to have disappeared.

An Qisheng stretched, got up and picked up the mobile phone that didn't have too much power and took a look:

"Another day of sleep?"

Honk~

A push pops up on the lit screen that says "Shocked! At 7:12 Xuanjing time, the statue of the goddess of the Golden Eagle Kingdom mysteriously disappeared in the night! ”

The mysterious disappearance of the statue of the goddess?

The statue of the goddess of the Golden Eagle Country is forty-six meters high, nearly 100 meters high with a pedestal, and weighs more than 200 tons, how could it disappear overnight?

"The news now is so undisciplined."

Anqisheng put on his shoes, didn't even have the interest to click on them, and turned off the screen of his mobile phone.

On the black mobile phone screen, a pale and delicate face is reflected.

"Look at myself, what will happen?"

Looking at the mobile phone screen, An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes were slightly hot, and lines of text appeared in his sight:

[An Qisheng (19) is 178cm tall and weighs 62kg]

[Specialties: Xuanwen, Mathematics, Eagle Language, Chemistry, Physics, Medicine, the Seventh Set of Basic Boxing, Baji Boxing, Xingyi Boxing, Three Emperors Cannon Boxing.......]

[Condition: Becoming frail (terminally ill)]

An Qisheng squinted slightly.

There should be no difference between the previous data and what I knew, and there was no difference from what I showed when I watched the little Taoist priest yesterday.

"If, as I expected, this ability is based on my own cognition, and everything I see and know is presented in front of my eyes in front of my eyes in data."

"If I don't know, it won't show up. Is this my subconscious preference for data classification? ”

"Moreover, this ability is used to steal learning, which can be said to be a magic skill.......

"At present, activating this ability, my physical strength will be greatly depleted, and my spirit will be sluggish, as if I have not woken up from a hangover."

An Qisheng kneaded his temples as he summed up his excavation of this ability.

"Layman, are you awake?"

Before An Qisheng could think about it, the door was pushed open, and a little Taoist priest named Tan Jingshan walked in with the cold wind and put the medicinal food on the table:

"You haven't eaten for another day, eat some."

"I'm too much trouble for you."

An Qisheng smelled the smell and pulled out the stool, and praised: "The craftsmanship of the little Taoist is really good. ”

"It's all grown by yourself, and it's good if the layman likes it."

The little Taoist priest scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

After sleeping for two or three days, he ate a meal, and An Qisheng was really hungry, so he didn't say much, picked up chopsticks and started eating.

Chopsticks up and down.

Anqi ate it quickly, but not wolfing, on the contrary, he chewed every bite fully.

"Has the Tao grown?"

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, An Qisheng asked.

"I got up, the master did the morning class, and now I'm boxing outside."

The little Taoist priest put away the dishes and chopsticks and said casually.

"Punching ......"

An Qisheng nodded.

The martial arts of the Great Xuanguo are more prosperous than the earth in the previous life, from the old man to the child, how many can use a few fists.

This has a lot to do with Daxuan's system.

In addition to high school Chinese science, there are more martial arts, which add points in the college entrance examination, and joining the army is given priority.

It is precisely all kinds of preferential treatment that have cultivated the atmosphere of great Xuan Shangwu.

But that's all, according to legend, the real killing methods in the army are in the army, and the boxing techniques that most people learn are only effective in strengthening the body.

It's not as good as the Bajiquan he learned in his previous life, Xingyi Boxing.

"I heard the Lord say that laymen are also martial arts masters?"

The little Taoist priest looked at An Qisheng with some curiosity.

"I know how many punches, but I can't be considered a master."

Anderson smiled.

He has been learning the inner boxing of his previous life since he was a child, and he has naturally gained something in the past ten years.

It's just that his talent is neither high nor low, and he can't be considered a master after ten years of study.

Since he fell ill a year ago, his body has been getting worse day by day, and he has naturally not lost his boxing skills, but he is not a master.

"I Heard the Lord ...... Say"

The little Taoist priest wanted to say something, but An Qisheng had already gotten up and walked outside:

"There are no experts in the people, the master is in the army, if the Taoist is interested in martial arts, he will join the army."

After a hard day's work, ordinary people do not talk about whether the nutrition can keep up with the boxing and whether there is someone to guide the boxing method, the practice time and atmosphere alone are far from being compared with the army.

You take it as an interest, but people see it as the foundation of your life.

The people may not be without masters, but compared to the army, it is naturally far inferior.

Not to mention, the martial arts in the Great Xuan Army are extremely strong, and there is more scientific and technological assistance, and the boxing method is far from being comparable to the people.

If he hadn't been terminally ill, he would have joined the army after the college entrance examination.

"Joining the Army......"

The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

In Daxuan, joining the army is not something you want to go to.

Call~

When I walked out of the room, a cold wind blew.

At this time, the sky was already clear, but the cold of midwinter was still biting, and An Qisheng couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

Whew~

In the courtyard, the old Taoist priest was punching slowly.

His movements are neither slow nor slow, his feet are never more than a foot off the ground, and his fists are not fully out, and he gently deflects when he is about to do his best, and his strength does not leave his body.

An Qisheng could see that this was Xuangong Boxing.

It seems that he is not in a hurry, but in fact, every move will affect the muscles and bones of the whole body, and the effect of the exercise is not inferior to the internal boxing method he learned in his previous life.

An Qisheng watched quietly, and the old Taoist priest punched slowly.

"Whew!"

The old Taoist priest let out a breath of turbidity, slowly stopped, and retracted.

"Qingyuan Dao is above the attainments of Xuangong Boxing, and few people can match it."

An Qisheng exclaimed.

Any thing, if you don't leave it for decades, can reach a point that is difficult for others to reach.

Under the decades of practice of the old Taoist priest, Xuangong Quan has already reached a very high level.

It is not much higher than the Xuangong Fist he learned from the little Taoist priest yesterday.

"An Xiaoyou praised it falsely."

The old Taoist priest's face was ruddy, and there was sweat steaming on his forehead: "Speaking of boxing, a year ago, Daoyou's elbow almost sent Lao Dao away. ”

An Qisheng was not a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "I also remember the kick of the Taoist chief. ”

Although Xuangong Fist is a fist, its footwork is extremely powerful.

If it weren't for the old Taoist priest's old age and muscles and bones, he wouldn't even need to push his elbow with that kick.

As he spoke, the old and the young looked at each other and smiled.

"Xiaoyou, are you leaving?"

After talking and laughing, the old Taoist priest spoke.

"It's been a year since I came out, and it's time to go back."

An Qisheng nodded, there was no gain, and with his ability, he naturally wouldn't go anywhere else.

Compared to what he can't see or touch, and doesn't know what he has or doesn't have, the ability he awakens is clearly transcendent.

If he wants to live, he may be on top of this ability.

Looking at An Qisheng's calm face, the old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and said:

"In the past year, Lao Dao has inquired about many ancient books, medical skills, and Xiaoyou's illness, although there is no precedent, but Lao Dao has found an interesting record."

"Oh?"

An Qisheng looked at the old Taoist priest.

"Do you know Gu Changfeng?"

The old Taoist priest asked.

"Gu Changfeng? Mr. Gu's generation of grandmasters, I naturally know. ”

An Qisheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Three hundred years ago, when the previous dynasty collapsed and Daxuan was not yet founded, it was the darkest years in Daxuan's 10,000 years.

At that time, there were warlords and bandits in the Great Xuan Land, and there were foreign powers watching the artifact, which could be described as the people's livelihood.

Gu Changfeng was born in that era.

According to legend, Gu Changfeng was born and knew that his boxing skills were superb, and he was already the first master at that time in the year of the weak crown.

He was not angry with the warlords and the people were struggling to make a living, so he gathered a group of friends to travel to various places in Daxuan, killing bandits, assassinating warlords, and even assassinating the heads of the invading powers.

It's a pity that even if the boxing skills are superb, they are still mortal in the flesh.

After more than ten years of activity, he was still besieged by the warlord powers.

But his fame is huge, and even now, he is still active in film and television, and he can be described as a legend.

The great basalt style prevailed, and there was no lack of his influence.

"Mr. Gu's generation of grandmasters, boxing has long been superb, according to legend, on that day, Mr. had expected the siege of the foreign powers, but because Fusang threatened him with the lives of a city of soldiers and civilians, he was asked to go alone to ......."

In the face of everyone's obstruction, Mr. laughed, "Isn't it happy that someone in my ancient country became famous as a teenager, and the young man was wanton and wanton, and died for the country in middle age?" "After that, calmly go to death."

The old Taoist priest remembered his ancestors and paid respect.

"Sir Cheng lives up to the name of the grandmaster."

An Qisheng was silent for a moment and said:

"Now that Fusang Lu has sunk more than half, it can comfort Mr. in the spirit of heaven."

Seventy years ago, a typhoon started in the West Sea, passed through Daxuan and went straight to Fuso.

On that day, an earthquake accompanied a volcanic eruption and a typhoon overshadowed the sun.

Even with the assistance of various countries, countless soldiers and civilians have been saved, but Fusang is not a country, and it has fallen from a big country in the world to the bottom.

"Lao Dao checked the ancient books a few days ago, but saw a record......"

The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment and spoke, reading out the record:

"Mr. Gu was born to know, but he was weak at a young age, almost unable to live, and he couldn't be cured by looking for famous doctors......"

"Frail at an early age, barely able to live ......"

An Qisheng chewed the words of the old Taoist priest in his mouth, and his heart moved:

"The Taoist is ...... saying"

"Mr. Gu is a strange generation, and many of the descendants have exaggerated and deified, and the records are mixed with truth and falsehood, and the old Tao does not know the truth or falsehood. What's more, after three hundred years, even if Mr. Gu's illness was the same as yours, it was meaningless? ”

The old Taoist priest sighed, which was also the reason for his hesitation.

Having said that, it only adds to the troubles.

Can you still cross three hundred years to ask Gu Changfeng?

The old Taoist priest sighed for a long time, but An Qisheng's heart beat like a drum in his chest, as if he saw a ray of dawn in the eternal night:

"It seems, it's not impossible to ......"