Chapter 7: Gaze through time and space!

Bright, dark, hua, dan, 罡, god!
Luan Qisheng listened to some of the gods, these six realms are similar to his previous life, but I do not know if it is a coincidence.
Before he became ill, his strength was close to the dark, and he was among the best among his peers.
What a pity, after the illness, he did not lose any effort, but he was almost lost.
"Ugh."
Seeing his son's slightly dim face in the rearview mirror, An Jian sighed.
He is an instructor of the Xingcheng Law Enforcement Brigade. He has trained an unknown number of law enforcement team members. Among them, talented people have seen more, but few are better than his son.
If it is not for this disease, it will not be impossible to achieve it from undercover in his lifetime.
"Because of this martial arts expo, there are many martial arts enthusiasts traveling in Xingcheng in recent days. I will participate in security in a while. Do n’t run around by yourself."
Zhao An Jianzhong kicked out the accelerator and headed towards the Xingcheng Martial Arts Museum.
"I know."
An Qisheng nodded.
Those who practice martial arts are strong-blooded, and when a group of people get together, problems can easily occur.
There are many people who have been involved in martial arts expositions over the years. Even instructors such as An Jianzhong have been dragged over for security, which shows that the leaders of Xingcheng are also very nervous.
"There are big names in this martial arts fair, so I just go to the cinema."
Wu Anjian said at will.
"Big man? Which big man?"
An Qisheng was a little curious.
"Confidentiality Regulations."
While speaking, Jian Anzhong went through several street crossings with ease.
After a short while, he stopped in front of the martial arts hall.
At this time, the martial arts expo has not yet been held, but there are already a lot of people outside. If it is not an internal passage for security personnel during construction, it will not be accessible.
"It's early, you go around first."
As soon as I got out of the car, An Jian's cell phone rang.
"Hurry up."
Luan Qisheng waved at him and walked towards the martial arts hall.
He is a native of Xingcheng. I do n’t know how many times the Xingcheng Martial Arts Museum has come. Of course, no one needs to accompany him.
The Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall was built in 9506, and it has been more than 300 years since then.
Otherwise, Xing Cheng's specifications will not make it to host a martial arts fair.
Luan Qisheng walked slowly into the martial arts hall. In the wide hall, there are statues of martial arts masters and boxers who are famous in Xingcheng for 300 years.
I also have some manuscripts left by them during their lifetime, and put their belongings in the exhibition hall.
At this time, the expo has not yet started, and there are only some staff in the hall finishing the decoration.
Jian Anzhong is also a bit famous in Xingcheng. Most of these staff members also know An Qisheng. Although the expo is about to begin, there is no meaning in it.
现在 "Now, it's time to validate my idea."
Wu Anqisheng glanced at him and walked towards the exhibition hall.
Walking away from the progress hall, the staff member who was cleaning the signboard looked up: "Qi Sheng, came with your dad?"
"Well, my dad is busy. I can go around by myself."
Lu Anqisheng greeted with a smile.
"I will not entertain you when I have work. There are a lot of things in the martial arts main hall in the exhibition hall these two days. Be careful, don't touch them."
The staff member explained.
"Relax, Brother Zhao."
An Qisheng nodded.
所以 The reason why he brought Anfu early in the morning was because once the martial arts fair started, all the exhibition halls had to be locked, that is, he could not touch.
"Bye Zhao, is there a showroom for Mr. Gu here?"
I walked two steps, An Qisheng asked pretending to be indifferent.
"Mr. Gu's exhibition hall is separate. It will not be open to outsiders before the expo. Even the people who come to clean up are all from the magic city.
Brother Zhao shook his head.
"That will not disturb Brother Zhao."
Wu Anqisheng frowned slightly and went deep into the exhibition hall.
I plan to find a boxing master to test my ideas first, and then talk about what happens next.
The exhibition hall is lined up on both sides, and close to the outside is the booth of Xingcheng Martial Arts Master. An Qisheng is too familiar with these and skipped it.
After a few minutes, I stopped in front of a booth, and my eyes were fixed on the portrait on this booth:
[Wang Honglin, male, Han nationality, unknown place of origin, Kaiyuan 9480-9510 ... Mr. Wang was a bright man in his life, with evil and hatred. Out of boxing skills, it is especially good at the ancient heart of mind boxing, dragon and tiger capture, dragon Yin iron cloth shirt, hate sky boxing, iron palm, eight pole boxing, Liuhe big gun .......]
"This is ..... eight pole punch ?!"
Luan Qisheng's pupils shrank.
Bajiquan is a type of fist in his previous life. In this world, there are actually? !!
"Wang Honglin, Wang Honglin ..."
Zan Anqisheng read it several times in his mouth, forcibly pressed the boiling point in his heart, reached out from the booth, and picked up the manuscript left by the boxing master during his lifetime.
He wants to finalize.
This life and his previous life have overlaps, such as Taoist Laozi, Buddhist monks, Pengzu, Chen Yi, Zhang Sanfeng, it seems not surprising that an extra eight pole fist.
But An Qisheng's heart jumped abruptly.
Uh ~
Opened gently, the first line of words entered, An Qisheng's heart was a big shock, there seems to be a big wave!
Chinese characters!
Still traditional characters!
At this time, he was extremely confirmed that this Wang Honglin really came from his dream past life!
Because Xuanwen and Chinese characters are two different character systems.
[This is not the world I am in. In this world, there is no Qing, there is no Daming, there is no Qin Emperor Hanwu! 】
【Why did I come to this world? How do I go back? 】
[Master Li, father, mother, Ping'er ... God, you took everything from me! 】
Uh ...
On the old pages of the book, An Qisheng saw the anxiety, panic, and finally mad vent of a man when he first arrived in the other world.
"Wang Honglin is different from me, he suddenly came to Daxuan three hundred years ago!"
扫 Scanned page by page, UU reading www.uukanshu. The questions in com An Qisheng's mind were not answered, but there were more and more doubts.
为什么 Why can he come to this world?
How many passers-by are like Wang Honglin?
"Hoo!"
She Anqi grew a sigh of relief and stared at the manuscript in her hand. From the perspective, the data panel reappeared:
【Wang Honglin (9480—9510)】
Humming ~
面板 Almost instantly, the panel burst into pieces.
Countless scattered streams of light fluttered and danced in the perspective of An Qisheng, and gradually outlined a starry picture.
安 Under An Qisheng's gaze, the countless stars approached him closer and closer.
"Which gap still exists?"
Lu Anqisheng stared nervously. This was not only about the secrets of the previous life, but also his life and death.
Purr ~
Suddenly, the picture scroll composed of countless "stars" shocked, as he observed Gu Changfeng, began to distort and disappear!
"Can't it still work?"
I watched the twisted and disappearing "stars", An Qisheng's heart was cold.
Humming ~~~
安 Just as An Qisheng was about to give up, suddenly, in his perspective, there were large characters flashing with streamers jumping out.
大 The big characters are beating like elves, as if they were a bridge, across the invisible gap and connected to a star!
Wilderness, Scorched Earth, Bad Dogs Fighting for Corpses, Ancient City, Small Yard, Old Tree ...
The illusory picture gradually became real. An Qisheng only felt that his eyes crossed the space and time and saw the Daxuan three hundred years ago.
"There are no two fights in Shenquan, eight pole king Honglin!"