The heart is the master of the body, and when a thought is born in the heart, the gods follow.

An Qisheng had the idea of relieving himself in his heart, and when he woke up from this sleep, it was already dawn, breaking the biological clock he had cultivated for more than a year.

Call~

An Qisheng stretched his waist, his muscles and bones made a 'crackling' sound, and he felt that his body was full of energy, and he almost felt unpleasant.

"I seem to have some deep sleep this time......

After decades of sleep, of course An Qisheng knows that this is not the effect that can be achieved by sleeping for a long time.

It is somewhat similar to what is called deep sleep in psychological hypnosis.

Deep sleep, also known as golden sleep, deep sleep for one hour is better than light sleep for seven or eight hours, which will not only relieve stress and promote the body's metabolism, but also speed up the process of cerebrospinal fluid cleansing of brain toxins.

This feeling of well-being is not just a signal from the body's ordinary organs, but also a real pleasure from the brain.

If you stay in this state for a long time, your memory will improve, your spirit will get better and better, and you will get twice the result with half the effort when you do anything.

It is even beneficial to prolong life.

"What Qingyuan Dao Long Sleep Cultivation can't do for forty years, I can do it now?"

An Qisheng was a little surprised, he was really a genius who practiced sleep skills?

Deep sleep is actually not too miraculous, as long as it is not insomnia, one in four or five people sleep in this state.

But it's not easy to turn your entire sleep into deep sleep.

This difficulty is roughly similar to the difference between panning for gold in the sand and turning stones into gold.

"I'm hungry."

After not experiencing it for long, a feeling of hunger welled up in his heart, and An Qisheng put on his shoes, walked into the kitchen, and began to boil medicinal food.

"What does this smell like?"

An's mother, who was cleaning the room, ran out of the smell, coughed a few times, and opened all the windows.

"Mom, you go back first."

In the kitchen, An Qisheng looked calm and became familiar with the smell.

"Ahem! You can also go home and check it out when you have time. ”

Mother An's choked tears came out, and she couldn't help but feel distressed.

My son eats this every day?

I can't stand it when I smell it, how much sin will I have to suffer if I eat it?

"Got it."

Anderson waved his hand in the kitchen.

In the strong smell, An Qisheng's heart was very calm, a pungent taste for others, but for a real martial arts boxer, this is a very good thing.

In ancient times, boxers often had to search for months or even longer in the mountains in order to blindly use medicinal materials.

The explosion of science and technology in modern society has brought about an extreme abundance of materials, and many medicinal materials can be artificially cultivated.

Even for extinct medicinal herbs, it is often possible to find a replacement.

He practiced so fast, and naturally the effect of medicinal diet was indispensable.

What is taste compared to its function?

After eating the medicinal food, An Qisheng walked to the courtyard, practiced a set of boxing skills, and went out slowly.

It was the middle of winter, and although there was no snow, it was very cold.

An Qisheng did not drive out, and walked along the road, not in a hurry.

The art of Daxuanquan has a long history, and it has developed greatly in the past three hundred years, and ordinary people have noticed little change, but some masters know that kung fu has been studied to a very deep point.

In the booklet that Xue Zheng sent to An Qisheng, there are not only hard skills, precautions for internal and external boxing, but also deeper martial arts.

Walking, sitting, and lying down are all fists.

Every move can be done.

To reach that level, the whole thing is just a matter of course.

When Anqisheng walked, his body fluctuated very little, his feet were not raised, and his body fell together for several meters like skating.

It seems slow, but it's actually fast.

"This person, this person is walking so fast?"

A morning jogger passed by, panting and glancing at An Qisheng, shocked in his heart.

Of course, running in the morning is not fast, but no matter how slow it is, running is always faster than walking.

But this young man, who was very thinly dressed, paced much faster than they could run.

"This gentleman, are you a boxer?"

An Qisheng turned his eyes, and the person who accosted him was a girl who looked to be less than twenty years old.

The girl is beautiful, although the weather is cold, and the clothes are not too thick, and the tight-fitting warm sportswear outlines her slender figure.

At this time, the breath was a little uneven, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and sweat was faintly visible on his head.

"I've practiced boxing and kicking for a few days, so I'm a hobbyist."

An Qisheng kept at his feet and replied casually.

Although Da Xuan's martial arts style is extremely strong, there are boxing routines since the beginning of elementary school recess, but that's all, if you can really rely on what the school teaches, at most you can only strengthen your body.

If you want to become famous, it is naturally impossible.

Yes, there are not too many people who are really successful in martial arts.

It's just that the population base of Daxuan is too large, and one percent of people are successful in martial arts, which is also hundreds of millions.

"Huh?"

The girl was stunned, obviously not convinced.

Although this young man gives people a feeling of thinness, his body is very well-proportioned, and the bulging muscles are faintly visible under the thin and loose sportswear.

And it's not the kind of exaggerated muscles like Mr. Bodybuilder, the lines are very smooth, and it gives people a sense of beauty.

This is not a body type that can be achieved by just fitness.

She wanted to say something more, but An Qisheng was not interested in talking nonsense with her, and his feet sped up a little, leaving her far behind.

If he meets someone who has kung fu, he doesn't mind chatting a few words.

But this girl is sweaty on her forehead, and she obviously can't lock her qi, at most she is a martial arts enthusiast.

There's no need to talk about it.

I'm not the king, but I don't have much to talk about with bronze.

"You?!"

The girl stopped, looked at the distant back, and was a little dazed.

With a force under his feet, An Qisheng had disappeared at the end of the road and soon reached the city.

The planning of Xingcheng urban area is average, and if it is freezing today, everyone travels by car, and the traffic jam is quite serious.

Anqisheng went all the way, not to mention overtaking hundreds of cars.

Call~

Walking ten kilometers slowly, An Qisheng also felt a little warm, and stopped, the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall had arrived.

"Northern Province has been the hometown of martial arts since ancient times, although Xingcheng is far less than Cangcheng masters, there are also many great boxers......"

An Qisheng looked up at the martial arts hall, and his heart was filled with all kinds of thoughts.

Ever since he awakened this ability, he had been thinking about how he could make the most of it.

With this ability in his body, theoretically, he can comprehend the essence of the lifelong boxing skills of all great boxers and great masters throughout the ages.

It's just that before, he was busy practicing martial arts and didn't put it into action.

Now, it's time to start his travels.

The first stop, start here.