“...... Come in. ”

An Qisheng reacted and smiled bitterly to welcome Wang Zhixuan into the house.

After that, he poured two cups of tea and handed them to Wang Zhixuan:

"I haven't been here for a long time, and the hospitality is not good, so don't be surprised by Dr. Wang."

"I don't drink tea, pour me a glass of water."

Wang Zhixuan took off her sunglasses, leaned back on the sofa and said.

An Qisheng went to change a glass of water for her again, and she took it:

"Ever since I was a child, I didn't drink anything other than water."

"Oh."

An Qisheng is not surprised, there are many people who study martial arts.

With Liu Xian being cold and unscrupulous, and being as clean as Feng Mingtao, it's not strange not to drink tea.

"Dr. Wang, what do you mean by God?"

An Qisheng put down the teacup and asked.

"Your boxing skills are very beautiful, compared to the standards of many old boxers, but you don't look like a martial artist."

Wang Zhixuan took a sip of water, and the narrow Danfeng eyes stabbed An Qisheng like a knife:

"Practicing boxing is not only diligent, but also immersive."

"The so-called god of boxing is your personal imprint, there are many people who practice Gumen Xinyi Boxing, but Mr. Gu does not have a second one, and no one can play Mr. Gu's Gumen Xinyi Boxing."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly:

"Only the boxing technique with its own distinct brand is your own boxing, otherwise, no matter how similar it is, it is not your own thing."

"Own Brand ......"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

reminds me of Wang Honglin, Wang Honglin's Baji Boxing reached its peak, and one punch and one kick seemed to have mountains and rivers toppling, and the earth was sinking.

And on Wudang Mountain, the people of the Absolute Dust Dao stepped forward and punched, like a thunder god punishing, fierce and domineering.

These are the gods of the fist?

What about the god of the fist in Mu Long City?

"What was your motivation for doing boxing?"

Wang Zhixuan didn't stop and continued to ask questions.

"Original intention ....."

Ankisheng fell into deep thought.

In his previous life, he learned boxing, initially to protect himself from being bullied by gangsters outside the school, and then slowly relied on this to make money.

In this life, he was unwilling to abandon the boxing techniques of his previous life at the earliest, and his mind was more focused on how to make money.

What really got him back up was because it might cure him.

An Qisheng fell into deep thought, Wang Zhixuan was not in a hurry, took out his nail clippers, and slowly repaired his nails.

After thinking for a long, long time, An Qisheng raised his head:

"It's supposed to be to survive."

"Kung Fu can't let you live, will you still learn?"

Wang Zhixuan asked again.

"Possibly or not."

An Qisheng nodded and shook his head.

"The great Xuanwu style is extremely prosperous, but most people still don't want to learn kung fu, either because they are hard, or because they are tired, or because they are poor, or because they feel useless."

"No one is born with a love for kung fu, kung fu boxing, it is only because it is useful, it is favored by people, and it is no different from other tools."

Wang Zhixuan flicked her nails:

"You're not lying to me, that's good."

"I can fool you, but I can't fool myself."

An Qisheng took a sip of the teacup and took a sip, the bitter taste flowing into his throat.

"It doesn't matter what your original intention is to learn boxing, it doesn't matter if you change it or not, the important thing is to engrave your imprint in your boxing method and unswervingly implement your beliefs."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly:

"You want to live, but what if someone else doesn't let you live?"

Don't let me live?

An Qisheng lowered his eyes, as if many images flashed through his mind.

In the past life of China, in this life of Daxuan, the people living in this land are the most hard-working.

They live very simply, they can endure oppression, oppression, material and spiritual emptiness.

But who is going to make them not live.

Whether it is a landlord or a gentry, an emperor or a general, or even an earthquake or natural disaster, we must fight to the end!

It seemed that it was only for a moment, An Qisheng raised his head again, and there seemed to be a light in his calm eyes that was getting brighter and brighter:

"Whoever doesn't let me live, I'll let him die!"

"Good!"

Wang Zhixuan snapped her fingers:

"Remember how you feel at this moment, every punch you make in the future must have the determination and will to fight for your life to the sky!"

"You!"

As Wang Zhixuan's snapping fingers sounded, An Qisheng's body shook and stood up, his face was very ugly:

"You hypnotized me?!"

"Your mental power is indeed extraordinary, I almost can't hypnotize you."

Wang Zhixuan took out a tissue and wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead:

"Hypnotizing you is more tiring than killing Shan Zhuang!"

Wang Zhixuan was a little surprised in her heart.

Her hypnosis applauded, footsteps, and shots from outside the courtyard, and now, it has been paved for a long time, and as a result, it was almost broken free by An Qisheng.

"Then I have to thank you."

An Qisheng sat down slowly.

Although he was not harmed, the feeling of being suddenly hypnotized by someone was certainly not wonderful.

"Your mental strength is very strong, and hypnosis did not achieve the desired effect, it's a pity."

Wang Zhixuan didn't care about An Qisheng's attitude, and said slowly:

"I didn't believe it when I heard about it from the Peerless Path, but now it seems that you are indeed a genius. If you can find the god of the fist, Bao Dan is hopeful. ”

It is rare for people who are born with divine power, and it is even more rare for people whose spirits are different from ordinary people.

The former has a great advantage in the early stage of learning martial arts, and the latter, although it is not obvious in the early stage, has a much greater role than the former when it comes to transforming strength.

"The Dustless Road Chief.....

An Qisheng took a deep breath and picked up the teacup:

"Dr. Wang, if there is nothing else to do, I am going to practice boxing, and I will report today's guidance later."

"This is going to drive people out?"

Wang Zhixuan snorted lightly, stood up, and glanced at An Qisheng:

"You still don't want the people you want me to hypnotize from the magic capital to Xuanjing?"

"I just don't like it."

Anderson stood up.

He knows something about hypnosis, and unless it comes to the point of Mu Long City, ordinary hypnosis will not produce any danger.

But people in hypnosis are likely to reveal some of their secrets.

Although Wang Zhixuan has good intentions, it is not too acceptable to a person like him who has a lot of secrets in his heart.

"It's up to you whether you like it or not."

Wang Zhixuan shook his windbreaker and put on sunglasses, and pushed the door open.

When An Qisheng followed him out, Wang Zhixuan had already walked into the snow.

As if she knew that An Qisheng would follow, far away, her voice came:

"In a few days, I have a mission, you can accompany me on a trip!"

"This woman ......"

An Qisheng rubbed his eyebrows.

Although I don't like to be hypnotized, I can't help but return this kind of guidance.

However, this hypnosis, he always has to return it.

Ankisheng walked into the courtyard.

At this time, the wind and snow were still heavy, but he was as if he didn't realize it, and his heart kept replaying the previous picture that appeared when Wang Zhixuan was hypnotized:

"God of the Fist ......"