"Lord, can't you even do anything about Anjushi's illness?"

Looking at the figure that gradually disappeared under the steps, the little Taoist priest couldn't help but look at Li Qingyuan.

"There is no way for big hospitals, what can Lao Dao do? An Xiaoyou himself knows this, but he is just unwilling. ”

The old Taoist priest folded his hands in his sleeves, and his face was calm.

Medical skills are the same as fist techniques.

If it is said that there are the most masters in the Great Xuan Army, then the doctors with the most medical skills are naturally among the major hospitals.

The number of people he has treated in his life is only thousands, and the number of doctors in a large hospital who has treated far more people in a year has far exceeded.

It's not just the gap between the instrument and the drug.

If you are not really desperate, how can you hope to find a way in the people?

"Isn't that a ......?"

The little Taoist priest had some pity.

"Life and death are in the sky, fate is impermanent, no matter who has to have such a day."

The old Taoist priest sighed lightly, turned around and walked towards the Taoist temple:

"Instead of seeking eternal life, it is better to grasp the moment and leave no regrets in life."

"No regrets......

The little Taoist priest glanced at the foot of the mountain, where he had long been unable to see the figure, and suddenly said in a loud voice:

"Lord, I want to go down the mountain!"

........

Although there were still many ideas to try, An Qisheng still didn't try it immediately, his body was not enough for him to toss continuously.

When I got down from Tianlian Mountain and came to the nearest city to Tianlian Mountain, the sky had already darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun was scattered among the high-rise buildings, and then it was covered by the bright lights.

Xuanxing is not as brilliant as the technology of the earth in his previous life in An Qisheng's dream, but it is also gorgeous enough.

As far as the eye can see, the high-rise buildings with shining lights are lined up one after another, towering in the night.

For a year, An Qisheng has been running around many temples and sacred mountains, and at this time he decided to end his journey and return to prosperity, which is a bit like a world away.

The 300-year-old Daxuan not only embraces overseas culture, but also retains the ancient charm of 300 years of history.

Ancient temples, high-rise buildings, Xuanfu, and suits are all available.

Instead of staying in this strange city, Anderson took a taxi and went straight to the train station, and soon after, got on the train home.

"Son, are you coming back?"

The mother's cautious joy was heard on the phone.

"Well, it's going to be there today, don't worry, Mom, go to bed early."

An Qisheng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Ever since he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his parents have been careful to accommodate him.

Leave of absence, up to you, travel, also up to you.

"There are a lot of people on the train, just take care of yourself and go home safely. Mom will make you your favorite hairy crab, braised pork ......."

Listening to the chattering voice on the other end of the mobile phone, An Qisheng couldn't help but half-close his eyes and hide his tears.

It's really ..... to say such a wordy thing I can't get enough of it.

"Little brother."

As soon as he hung up the phone, a middle-aged man with a suitcase came to the front and took out his ticket to signal.

Anqisheng got up, he didn't buy a window ticket.

The middle-aged man put down the salute, sat down, and said with a familiar smile: "Where is the little brother?" ”

"A native of Xingshi."

An Qisheng replied, without much interest.

"The little brother is also from Xingshi, I am from Cangshi."

The middle-aged man saw that An Qisheng was not interested in talking, so he replied without saying anything.

Take out your phone and open the cached video to see.

An Qisheng swept away, it was a newly released movie, which told the story of a generation of strange people Gu Changfeng three hundred years ago.

"Whew! It's this kind of drama again. ”

A young man on the opposite side glanced at the screen, and at this time, the scene of the protagonist who played Gu Changfeng killing all sides on the screen couldn't help but sneer:

"In the current film and television industry, what else can we do except consume our patriotic feelings over and over again and insult our IQ?"

"What do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man took off his headphones and looked at the young man, his face was a little unsightly.

"Isn't it?"

The young man paid no attention to his companion's whispered persuasion, and his voice rose again:

"I also admire Mr. Gu's personality, but is such a bottomless deification really worthy of Mr.'s sacrifice?"

"Enough!"

The middle-aged man's face sank, with a hint of anger:

"You don't understand Mr. Gu at all, you don't understand martial arts!"

"It's that you don't understand modern weapons!"

Young people don't back down:

"Your perception of modern weapons is probably only in the anti-Japanese drama, do you know how fast the bullet fires? Did you know that a high-powered firearm can break a person in two with a single shot? ”

"Maybe you think that feelings override everything? If you have feelings, you are invincible in the world? ”

"You!"

The middle-aged man's face turned red.

The argument between the two attracted the attraction of the whole carriage from their mobile phones, and some people even picked up their mobile phones and began to record videos.

The controversy between martial arts and modern weapons has always been the point of greatest concern to the Daxuan people.

Although with the development of technology, the martial arts school has long since faded in the debate, but this debate has never stopped.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu's boxing skills could be said to be the first, but he didn't die under the fire of spears, cannons, and planes? This has long said it all! ”

The young man is unforgiving, and his words are as sharp as a knife:

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that Mr. Blow is tearing up the tank by hand and forming an army by himself?"

"Whew!"

The middle-aged man's chest rose and fell, and the flushing on his face slowly disappeared:

"You said I don't care about anything else, you said Mr. Gu, then I have to teach you what martial arts are."

"Oh? You still want to hit me? ”

The young man stood up suddenly:

"Come on, come on, I, Wang Anfeng, am I still afraid that you won't succeed?"

"Good!"

The middle-aged man nodded, and was about to get up.

"Ugh."

An Qisheng sighed, reached out and pressed the middle-aged man's wrist:

"Big brother, you have thought about it, fighting and brawling is illegal, and if you disturb the order of the train, you will be detained, and if you beat him here, you will have to spend the New Year in the detention center."

Although his boxing skills have disappeared a lot with the weakening of his body, his eyesight has improved.

Although this middle-aged man is thin, his muscles and bones are strong, and his hands are full of thick calluses.

The two of them really started to move, and the young man named Wang Anfeng, except for his voice, other parts of his body were afraid that they would not be able to play a role at all.

"Wang Anfeng, you are a psychopath, what do you want to do?! Tell me, how many times have I accompanied you to the detention center?! ”

The young man's companion was also on fire, and took Wang Anfeng's hand:

"Lao Tzu will let you die sooner or later!"

The great basalt is extremely strong, but at the same time, the security is also extremely strict, and once there is a fight, whether it is right or wrong, all must be detained.

"Li Yan, you let go of me!"

Wang Anfeng was also a little weak when he was yelled at by his companions, and he was pressed on the seat by his companions, his voice was loud, but he didn't really struggle.

"I ....."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and hesitated.

"It's been a hard year outside, and it's almost the New Year, so you have to think about your children."

An Qisheng patted him on the shoulder:

"It's not the age to be brave and ruthless, what are you doing fighting with a child?"

Is he a child?

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and your face was much more tender than his.

"I'm sorry for this big brother, my friend is too impulsive."

Li Yan smiled bitterly and made amends for his companions.

The middle-aged man let go of his fist, put on his headphones again, and didn't look at Wang Anfeng.

"Kid?"

Wang Anfeng snorted twice and glared at An Qisheng, but in the eyes of his companion Spitfire, he still endured it.

Everyone in the carriage didn't see the excitement, and they all dispersed.

An Qisheng naturally didn't bother to pay attention to Wang Anfeng, leaned back in his seat, and swept the middle-aged man's mobile phone screen.

At this time, the movie has ended, and on the black screen, the deeds of a generation of strange people Gu Changfeng are scrolling.

and the year of birth and death.