The Great Tao Chronicle

The red sun is rising, breaking through the dark night.

The winter fog that pervaded Tianlian Mountain gradually dissipated, and the snow light became more and more bright under the sun.

In the Taoist guest room, An Qisheng, who had been drowsy for a day and night, slowly woke up.

Different from before, this time when he woke up, An Qisheng felt a long-lost comfort, and the tingling pain that had been lingering on his body for a year seemed to disappear.

An Qisheng stretched his waist, got up and took a look at the cell phone that did not have much power:

"Did you really sleep for another day?"

beep~

A message popped up on the lit screen, "Shocked! At 7:12 Xuanjing time, the statue of the Golden Eagle Kingdom mysteriously disappeared in the night!"

The goddess statue mysteriously disappeared?

The statue of the Goddess of the Golden Eagle Kingdom is 46 meters high, nearly 100 meters high with a base, and weighs more than 200 tons. How could it disappear overnight?

"The current news is really unscrupulous."

An Qisheng put on his shoes and had no interest in clicking on it, so he turned off the phone screen.

On the black mobile phone screen, a pale face was reflected.

"Look at myself, what will happen?"

Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes warmed slightly, and lines of text appeared in his sight:

[An Qisheng (19) is 178cm tall and weighs 62kg]

[Specialties: Xuanwen, mathematics, eagle language, chemistry, physics, medical skills, the seventh set of basic boxing, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Sanhuang Paoquan......]

[Status: Getting weaker (terminally ill)]

An Qisheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The previous data is no different from what he knows, and it is no different from what he showed when he saw the little Taoist priest yesterday.

"If, as I expected, this ability is based on my own cognition, and everything I see and what I know, is presented in front of my eyes as data."

"If I don't know, it won't show. Is this my subconscious preference for data classification?"

"Also, this ability is used to steal learning, it can be said to be a magical skill..."

"At the moment, when I activate this ability, my physical strength will be greatly consumed, and my spirit will also be sluggish, as if I haven't woken up from a hangover."

While kneading his temples, An Qisheng summed up his exploration of this ability.

"House, are you awake?"

Before An Qisheng could think about it, the door was pushed open, and a little Taoist priest named Tanjingshan walked in with the cold wind and put the medicinal meal on the table:

"You haven't eaten for another day. Eat some more."

"sorry to trouble you."

An Qisheng smelled the smell and pulled out the stool, and praised: "The craftsmanship of the little Daoist is really good."

"I planted it all by myself, as long as the layman likes it."

The little Taoist scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

After sleeping for two or three days, he ate a meal. An Qisheng was also really hungry, so he didn't say much, just picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Chopsticks up and down.

An Qi ate raw quickly, but he didn't gobble it down. On the contrary, he chewed every mouthful.

"Has the Taoist grown up?"

Put down the bowls and chopsticks, An Qisheng asked.

"I got up, Guanzhu had a morning class, and now I'm boxing outside."

The little Taoist cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and said casually.

"Fist..."

An Qisheng nodded.

The martial arts of the Daxuan Kingdom are more prosperous than the earth in the previous life. From the elderly to the children, they know how to use several fists.

This has a lot to do with Daxuan's system.

In addition to high school Chinese science, there is also martial arts, martial arts extra points in the college entrance examination, and joining the army is a priority for admission.

It is all kinds of preferential treatment that cultivate the atmosphere of Daxuan's martial arts.

But that's all, it is said that the real killing methods in the military are all in the military, and most of the boxing methods learned by people are only effective for strengthening the body.

It's not as good as the Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, which he learned in his previous life.

"According to Guan Zhu, lay monks are also martial arts masters?"

The little Taoist looked at An Qisheng curiously.

"I know a few boxing skills, but I can't be considered a master."

An Qisheng smiled.

He has learned Neijia Quan from his previous life since he was a child, and naturally he has gained something in the past ten years.

It's just that his talent is neither high nor low, and he is not a master after ten years of study.

Since he fell ill a year ago, his health has been getting worse day by day. Naturally, he has not lost his boxing skills, but he is no longer a master.

"I heard the spectator say..."

The little Taoist wanted to say something, but An Qisheng had already got up and walked outside:

"There are no experts in the people, and the masters are in the army. If the priest is interested in martial arts, then join the army."

The key to boxing is practice. After a hard day's work, ordinary people don't talk about whether they can keep up with nutrition and whether there is someone instructing boxing. The practice time and atmosphere alone are far from being comparable to those in the military.

You take it as a hobby, but others see it as the foundation of your life.

It may not be that there are no masters among the people, but compared to the army, it is naturally far inferior.

Not to mention, the martial arts in the Daxuan Army are extremely prosperous, and they are also aided by science and technology.

If it wasn't for his terminal illness, after the college entrance examination, he would definitely join the army.

"Join the army..."

The little Taoist was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to clean up the dishes.

In Daxuan, joining the army is not something you want to go to.

huh~

When I walked out the door, there was a cold wind blowing.

At this time, the sky was clear, but the cold of winter was still biting. An Qisheng couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

Huhu~

In the courtyard, the old Taoist slapped his fists slowly.

His movements were neither slow nor slow, his feet were never more than a foot off the ground, and his fists were not fully released.

An Qisheng could see that it was Xuan Gong Fist.

He doesn't seem to be in a hurry, but in fact, every move will affect the muscles and bones of the whole body, and the effect of training is not inferior to the internal boxing method he learned in his previous life.

An Qisheng watched quietly, the old Taoist punched slowly.

"Huh!"

The old Taoist let out a long breath, stopped slowly, and closed his posture.

"Qingyuan Daochang is above the accomplishments of Xuan Gongquan, and few people can match it."

An Qisheng sighed in admiration.

Anything, if you don't leave your hands for decades, can reach a level that no one else can match.

Under the decades of practice of the old Taoist priest, Xuan Gong Quan has already reached a quite high level.

It's much higher than the Xuan Gongquan he learned from a small Taoist priest yesterday.

"Xiaoyou An is very praised."

The old Taoist had a ruddy complexion and perspiration on his forehead: "Speaking of boxing, a year ago, the Taoist friend's kneeling elbow almost sent the old Tao away."

An Qisheng was not at all embarrassed, and said with a smile, "I still remember that Daoist priest's kick."

Although Xuangong Boxing is a boxing, its footwork is extremely fierce.

If it wasn't for the old Taoist being old and his muscles and bones not at the time, he wouldn't even be able to use his elbows if he kicked it down.

Saying that, the old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled.

"Little friend, are you leaving?"

After chatting and laughing, the old Taoist opened his mouth.

"It's been a year since I came out, and it's time to go back."

An Qisheng nodded. There was no gain in his line of work, and he had supernatural abilities. Naturally, he would not go anywhere else.

Compared with things that he can't see or touch, and whether there is or not, the ability he awakens is clearly transcendent.

If he wants to live, perhaps it is above this ability.

Looking at An Qisheng's calm face, the old Taoist hesitated for a moment and said:

"Over the past year, Lao Dao has inquired about many ancient books, medical skills, and the illness of the little friend. Although there is no precedent, Lao Dao found an interesting record."

"Oh?"

An Qisheng looked at the old Taoist priest.

"Do you know Gu Changfeng?"

the old Taoist asked.

"Gu Changfeng? Mr. Gu is a great master of the generation, I naturally know."

An Qisheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Three hundred years ago, when the previous dynasty perished and Daxuan had not yet established a state, it was the darkest time in Daxuan's ten thousand years.

At that time, there were warlords in the land of Daxuan, bandits were rampant, and foreign powers were spying on the divine tools outside.

Gu Changfeng was born in that era.

According to legend, Gu Changfeng knew from his birth that his boxing skills were magical, and he was already the number one master at the time of the weak crown.

He was not angry that the warlords were divided and the common people were not living well, so he gathered a group of friends to travel around Daxuan, killing bandits, stabbing warlords, and even assassinating the leaders of the invading powers.

It's a pity, even if the boxing skills are magical, they are still mortal.

After being active for more than ten years, he was still besieged by warlords.

But his reputation is great, and even now, he is still active in film and television, and he can be said to be a legendary figure of a generation.

The great basalt style prevails, and there is no lack of his influence.

"Mr. Gu is a great master of the generation, and his boxing skills have long been enlightened. It is said that on that day, the master had already expected the besieged by foreign powers, but because Fusang threatened the life of a city's soldiers and civilians, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com asked him to go alone... …”

"In the face of everyone's obstruction, the gentleman laughed, "I was a young man who became famous in ancient times, young people are free, and middle-aged to die for the country, wouldn't it be fun? "After that, die calmly."

The old Taoist cherished his ancestors with respect.

"Sir, you truly live up to your master's name."

An Qisheng was silent for a moment and said:

"Now that Fusang Lu is more than half sunk, he can comfort Mr. Spirit in the sky."

Seventy years ago, a typhoon arose in the West Sea, passed through Daxuan and did not enter, and went straight to Fusang.

On that day, the earthquake was accompanied by a volcanic eruption, and the typhoon covered the sky.

Even with the assistance of various countries, countless soldiers and civilians have been saved, but Fusang is not a country, and has fallen to the bottom of the valley from being a great country in the world.

"Lao Dao checked ancient books a few days ago, but saw a record..."

The old Taoist pondered for a moment before opening his mouth and read out the record:

"Mr. Gu knew it from birth, but when he was young, he was weak and could hardly live. He searched for famous doctors and couldn't cure it..."

"I was so frail when I was young that I could hardly live..."

An Qisheng chewed the words of the old Taoist once, and moved in his heart:

"The Daoist said..."

"Mr. Gu has a generation of amazing people, and later generations have exaggerated and deified, and the records are mixed, and the old man does not know the truth. What's more, after three hundred years, it is meaningless that Mr. Gu's illness was the same as yours? "

The old Taoist sighed, which was why he hesitated.

Having said that, it only adds to the troubles.

Can you ask Gu Changfeng over three hundred years?

The old Taoist sighed, but An Qisheng's heart was beating like a drum, as if he saw a ray of dawn in the eternal night:

"It seems, it's not impossible..."