Chapter 3: 300 years ago

The red rose at the beginning of the day, breaking through the dark night.
The winter mist on the Tiantian Mountain gradually dissipated, and the snow light became more and more bright under the sun.
An Qisheng, who had been sleeping a long day and night, woke slowly in the Taoist Temple guest room.
I was different from before. This time when I woke up, An Qisheng felt a long absence. The lingering tingling in his body seemed to disappear.
Luan Qisheng stretched a lazy waist, got up and picked up the mobile phone with not too much power and glanced at:
"Really sleeping for another day?"
Mumble ~
A push-up popped up on the illuminated screen: "Shocked! At 7.12 in Xuanjing time, the statue of the Golden Eagle Country disappeared in the night!"
The mysterious goddess disappeared?
The statue of the Golden Eagle Kingdom is 46 meters high, with a base nearly 100 meters high and weighing more than 200 tons. How can it disappear overnight?
"The news today is really out of control."
Luan Qisheng put on her shoes and had no interest in turning it on. She turned off the phone screen.
之上 Above the black mobile phone screen, a pale and beautiful face is reflected.
"What about me?"
Looking at the screen of the phone, An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes were slightly heated, and lines of text appeared in his sight:
[An Qisheng (nineteen) is 178cm tall and weighs 62kg]
特 [Specialties: Xuanwen, mathematics, eagle language, chemistry, physics, medicine, the seventh set of basic boxing methods, eight pole boxing, Xingyi boxing, Sanhuang artillery boxing .........]
状态 [Condition: increasingly weak (terminal illness)]
An Qisheng squinted slightly.
The previous data is no different from what I know, and it is not different from what I showed when I was watching the priest yesterday.
"As I expected, this ability is based on my own perception, and presents everything I see and what I know as data in front of me."
"If I don't know, it won't show up. Is this my subconscious preference for data classification?"
而且 "Also, this ability is used for stealing learning, it can be said to be a magical skill ..."
"At present, when I launch this ability, my physical strength will be greatly consumed, and my spirit will be weak, as if the hangover was not awake."
Luan Qisheng rubbed his temples, summing up his digging for this ability.
"Just, are you awake?"
Bian Wei waited for An Qisheng to think, the door was pushed open, and a small Taoist named Tan Jingshan came in with the cold wind and put the medicated meal on the table:
"You haven't eaten for another day. Eat some."
"sorry to trouble you."
Luan Qisheng opened the stool with a smell and praised: "The craftsmanship of the young man is really good."
"It's all grown by yourself, just like a layman."
The little Taoist scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
After sleeping for two or three days, I ate a meal. An Qisheng was really hungry, so I didn't say much. I picked up chopsticks and started eating.
Chopsticks rise and fall.
Luan Qi ate raw quickly, but not gobbling up. Instead, he chewed every bite.
"Is the Minister up?"
I put down the tableware, An Qisheng asked.
"Get up, Guanzhu did the morning class and now punches outside."
The Taoist Taoist picked up the chopsticks and said casually.
"Fisting ..."
An Qisheng nodded.
Wu Daxuan's martial arts is more prosperous than the previous earth, from the elderly to the children.
This has a lot to do with Da Xuan's system.
之外 In addition to high Chinese science, there are also martial arts. Martial arts scores more points in the college entrance examination, and military admission is a priority.
It is with all kinds of preferential treatment that he cultivates the culture of Da Xuan Shang Wu.
But that's it. The killing methods in the army are all in the army. Most of the boxing methods learned by people only have the effect of strengthening the body.
He is not as good as the eight-pole boxing and Xingyi boxing he learned in his previous life.
"Listening to the Lord, Ju Shi is also a master of martial arts?"
Xiao Taoist looked at An Qisheng with curiosity.
"I know how to do some boxing, not a master."
Luan Qisheng smiled.
学习 He has learned the inner boxing in his previous life since he was a child, and he has gained something naturally in the past ten years.
I just have a high level of talent. He hasn't been a master for ten years.
Since I was sick a year ago, my body is not as good as a day, and boxing is naturally not lost, but it is not even a master.
"I listen to the subject ..."
What did the Taoist Taoist want to say, An Qisheng had got up and went outside:
"The folks are no masters. The masters are in the army. If the leader is interested in martial arts, join the army."
The practice of boxing is focused on practice. After a day of hard work, ordinary people don't say whether nutrition can keep up, whether or not the boxing is instructed. Practice time and atmosphere alone cannot be compared with those in the army.
As an interest, others see it as the foundation of your life.
The folk may not be without masters, but it is naturally far worse than the army.
Not to mention, the martial arts in the Daxuan Army is extremely strong, and it has more scientific and technological assistance, and boxing is far from being comparable to the folk.
If he had terminal illness, he would inevitably join the army after the college entrance examination.
"Join the Army ..."
The little Taoist stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to clean up the chopsticks.
I was in Daxuan, but I did not want to join the army.
Purr ~
I walked out of the door and a cold wind came.
It was clear at this time, but the cold winter was still piercing, An Qisheng couldn't help tightening his clothes.
Woohoo ~
In the courtyard, the old priests punched fistfully.
His movements are not slow or slow, his feet are no more than a foot off the ground, his punches are not fully released, and he always deflects gently when he wants to do his best.
Luan Qisheng saw that this was Xuan Gongquan.
It seems that 不 is not in a hurry, but in fact, every move will affect the muscles and bones of the body, the effect of exercise is not inferior to the internal boxing methods he learned in previous lives.
Lu Anqisheng watched quietly, the old Taoist smitten slowly.
"Hoo!"
The old Taoist spit out a stale gas, stopped slowly, and retracted.
"Qingyuan Dao grows on the accomplishments of Xuan Gongquan, and few people can reach it."
Wu Anqisheng sighed.
Anything, for decades without leaving your hand, can reach a level that is difficult for others to reach.
After decades of practice by the old Taoist priests, Xuan Gongquan has already reached a rather high level.
I know how much more Xuan Gong he learned from the young Taoist priest yesterday.
"An Xiaoyou is ridiculous."
The old Taoist rosy complexion, with sweat on his forehead: "Speaking of boxing, one year ago, Daoyou's top elbow almost sent away the old Tao."
Luan Qisheng was not embarrassed, and smiled: "I also remember that Dao's foot."
Although Xuan Gongquan is a fist, his footwork is extremely powerful.
If the old Taoist was old and his bones were not there, he wouldn't even be able to use his elbow if he kicked it.
I said, old and young looked at each other and smiled.
"My friend, is this going?"
After talking and laughing, the old priest spoke.
"It's been a year since I came out, and it's time to go back."
Wu Anqisheng nodded, his team had no gain, and with the power, naturally he would not go anywhere else.
He is more capable of awakening than he can't see or touch. He has the ability to awaken.
He wants to live, maybe it is above this ability.
Looking at An Qisheng's calm face, the old Taoist hesitated for a moment and said:
"In the past year, Lao Dao inquired about many ancient books, medical techniques, and the illness of young friends. Although there was no precedent, Lao Dao found an interesting record."
"Oh?"
Luan Qisheng looked at the old Taoist priest.
"Do you know Gu Changfeng?"
Asked the old Taoist priest.
"Gu Changfeng? Mr. Gu, a great master, I naturally know."
Qi Anqisheng was a moment, then nodded.
Twenty-three years ago, when the former dynasty perished and Daxuan had not yet found a nation, it was the darkest year in Daxuan's ten thousand years.
At that time, there were warlord separatists in the Daxuan Land, bandits ran rampant, and outside powers peeped at the artifacts.
Changgu Changfeng was born in that era.
According to legend, the ancient Changfeng knew that the boxing skills were good, and the year of weak crown was already the first master at that time.
He was not angry at the warlord separatist rule, the people were not talking about life, so he gathered a group of friends to walk around Daxuan, kill bandits, stab warlords, and even assassinate the leaders of the invading Xuan Powers.
What a pity, even if the boxing skills are supernatural, they are still physical bodies.
After ten years of active activity, he was still besieged by warlords.
But his reputation is very great, that is, today, still active in film and television, can be described as a generation of legends.
Xuan Daxuanwu prevails, and there is no lack of his influence.
"Mr. Gu's generation of masters, boxing has long been magical. According to legend, that day, he had expected the siege of the powers, but because Fuso was threatened by the life of a city's military and civilians, UU read a book www.uukanshu.com asked him to go alone ... .... "
"Facing everyone's obstruction, Mr. laughs" "In ancient times, someone became famous as a young man, and his youth was arrogant. He died for his country in the middle age. "Afterwards, calmly die."
The old Taoist priests remembered his ancestors and had respect.
先生 "Mr. Honestly lives up to his name."
Luan Qisheng silent for a moment and said:
"Fusang Lu is now sinking more than half, and it can comfort Mr. Heavenly Spirit."
Twenty-seven years ago, a typhoon rose from the West Sea and passed through the Daxuan.
It is a day, the earthquake is accompanied by a volcanic eruption, and the typhoon covers the sky.
Even with the assistance of various countries, countless soldiers and civilians have been saved, but Fuso is also a country that has fallen from the great power of the world to the bottom.
"Lao Dao checked ancient books a few days ago, but saw a record ..."
The old Taoist groaned and spoke for a moment, and read the record:
"Mr. Gu knew that by birth, but he was frail at an early age, he couldn't live, and he couldn't be cured by the famous doctor ..."
"You are so weak that you can't live ..."
Luan Qisheng chewed the words of the old Taoist in his mouth, and his heart moved:
"The chief minister said ..."
"Mr. Gu's generation of strangers, many descendants have exaggerated and deified, recorded true and false, and the old way do not know whether it is true or not. Moreover, after a 300-year period, is that the illness of Mr. Gu is the same as you, meaningless? "
The old Taoist sighed, which was why he hesitated.
I said, but it only adds to the trouble.
Can I ask Gu Changfeng for more than 300 years?
The old Taoist priest sighed, but An Qisheng's chest was beating like a drum, as if he saw a ray of light in the night:
"It seems, it is not impossible ..."