"A character like Garuda, he won't make a move when he is idle, and in addition to him, although there are many dark web masters, the dark web killers above the third level are basically on it, and once they enter the country, they will be in danger."

Jing Xiaolou picked up the teacup:

"Brother An, please."

Jing Xiaolou's voice is flat, but he has his own faint self-esteem as a citizen of a big country.

"Not bad."

An Qisheng picked up his teacup.

In this world, the great Xuan is extremely strong, thousands of years in the East Xuanzhou, occasionally declined, and soon reached the top of the world, the two poles of the world.

What dark web, what killer organization mercenaries or see god warriors, they are all absolutely weak.

It is easy to dare not enter the country.

This is true of Mulong City, and so is Garuda.

Although he was rewarded, there was not much fluctuation in his heart.

It's just that you have to be more careful in your heart.

The two talked, and talked about martial arts, and after a bit of talking, they reached the third pole of the sun, and they each had their own gains.

After eating, An Qisheng came to the Huxin Pavilion again.

The lake water is clear, the fish and shrimp play and ripple, in the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old man sits cross-legged, facing the mountains:

"You're leaving?"

"After staying for half a month, it's time to go."

An Qisheng clasped his fists and saluted:

"The grace of the great master's guidance is to be remembered in my heart."

The half moon of Yangmingshan is better than his years of hard work, and the dark energy is becoming clearer and clearer in his heart.

Naturally, he had to remember.

"If you have a tongue just to speak, you don't have to thank you."

The old man shook his head slightly.

As if sensing that An Qisheng still wanted to speak, he smiled and said:

"If you want to thank me, when you have success in the future, you will come to Yangmingshan to drink tea, and let the old man see your kung fu by the way, that's it."

"That's nature."

An Qisheng replied, with some admiration in his heart.

Xue Zheng, as the director of the Southern Martial Arts Museum, has many disciples.

He has connections in the political, military, business, and martial arts worlds, and he naturally doesn't really care about any returns.

In the world, the rarest thing is not asking for anything in return.

"Kung Fu is nine points of practice, one point of fighting, you are almost the same, but you are too tight, it doesn't hurt to slow down appropriately."

The old man reached out and took out a black booklet from his bosom and threw it to An Qisheng:

"In the past few days, I have watched you practice Bajiquan and have scribbled something, you can take a look, it may be useful."

"Thank you, Grand Master."

An Qisheng held the booklet in both hands and bowed deeply.

He didn't know if the Grand Master was the same for everyone who visited, but for him, it was the only person in this life who had ever instructed him in his kung fu.

Needless to say, there is already a friendship of half a teacher.

"Go ahead."

The old man waved his hand.

......

Bidding farewell to the old man, An Qisheng did not stay, and went to the airport to fly to the mainland after getting off Yangmingshan.

After that, transfer to the train and embark on the road back to Xingcheng.

There's nothing to do all the way, no need to watch more.

Xingcheng in the middle of winter is naturally different from Baodao, the cold wind is howling, and the streets in the middle of the night are even more cold and biting.

I got off the train with my luggage on my back.

Even in the middle of the night, there are many people waiting outside the train station, most of them taxis.

Anqisheng was not surprised, and found a taxi at random.

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and he didn't bother his parents and went back to the suburbs.

"Huh? The lights are on? ”

As soon as he walked into the villa, An Qisheng's body first tightened, and then relaxed.

The shadow reflected by the light was his mother.

"Who?"

It didn't take long for the lights to come on, and An's mother's voice came down from upstairs.

"Mom, it's me, I'm back."

Anqisheng replied.

"It's so cold, come in quickly."

Mother Ann opened the door in her cloak and pulled him in, complaining a little:

"Why didn't you make a phone call when you came back?"

"Mom, why are you here?"

An Qisheng put down his salute.

"Who knows how long you will be out, it's not cost-effective to ask someone to clean it, I'm idle anyway, so I'll clean it in a few days and stay for a day."

Mother Ann closed the door and looked at her son with some distress:

"I came back so late, I'm hungry, Mom is going to cook for you."

"Don't be busy, I'm eating."

An Qisheng hurriedly grabbed his mother, so that he persuaded his mother to rest, and returned to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, Anqisheng's heart was calm.

Although it was only more than half a month to go out this time, he was adrift at sea, and Xinguo was still alive and near, even when he arrived at Yangmingshan, there were still some ripples in his heart.

It wasn't until he returned to his home that his heart was completely calm.

He took out the booklet that the old man had given him.

Opened.

On the first page, there are two words of hard work:

[If the fist is not hard, it will not hurt to beat people, there is a saying in the martial arts world, to beat people first, practice and be beaten, the muscles and bones of the human body are never static, and the wear and tear of the bones is healing, which is the most obvious method of hard practice.......]

"Hard ....."

An Qisheng glanced at it and continued to open it.

This booklet is not thick, but it is vast Xue Zheng's opinions on hard skills, external boxing, internal boxing, pace, internal refining and other kung fu, which is said to be an essay.

In fact, it contains a lot of things.

"In simple terms, he deserves to be a great grandmaster."

After watching the road carefully, An Qisheng couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Different from the mysterious terms in the boxing essays I have seen in the past, Xue Zheng explains the essence of various boxing techniques in the most simple words in this booklet.

is a person who doesn't know martial arts, and if you look at it, as long as you calm down and figure it out, you can also practice something.

Looking at it, An Qisheng has a deeper understanding of boxing in his heart.

"Whew~"

After a long time, he closed the booklet and closed his eyes slightly:

【Anqisheng】

[Specialty: Bajiquan (79%)Liuhe Gun (79%)Dragon and Tiger Grappling (69%)Gumen Xinyi Fist (33%)Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt (55%).......]

[Status: Becoming frail (terminally ill?) Baodan-level strength state (69%)】

"Still terminally ill ......"

Anderson took a deep breath.

Over the past year, as his kung fu has become deeper and stronger, his spirit has also undergone subtle changes.

His ability is also slowly undergoing this change.

But his illness has not been completely cured, and the existence of this panel reminds him of this at all times.

"I take Grand Master Wang Honglin as a reference, and all the progress reaches one hundred, which is comparable to Wang Honglin back then......

If you have the strength to 70, you will become a god, and if you have a hundred, you can hold Dan? ”

There were many thoughts in Anqisheng's mind.

Among the many data, what he cares about the most is actually the mastery of strength, because in his imagination, only by holding Dan can he truly cure his disease.

After he mastered Wang Honglin's shot, his strength mastered by leaps and bounds, and after the battle between Yangmingshan and Jing Xiaolou, he even climbed to the limit of his strength.

But Hua Jin, too, is not in a hurry.

"Perhaps, it's really going to take a break......"

An Qisheng thought to himself.

For more than a year, he got up in the early morning every day to boil up medicine, practice boxing, shake the big gun, meditate at night, and only slept in the middle of the night when he was a master of boxing.

Perhaps, it is really too tight?

.......