The Great Tao Chronicle

"Guanzhu, is there nothing you can do about Anju Shi's illness?"

Looking at the figures gradually disappearing under the steps, the little Taoist couldn't help but look at Li Qingyuan.

"The big hospital can't do anything, what can the old man do? An Xiaoyou himself knows this, but he's just not reconciled."

The old Taoist folded his hands in his sleeves and his face was calm.

Medical skills are the same as boxing.

If it is said that the Great Xuan Army has the most experts, then the doctors with the highest medical skills are naturally among the major hospitals.

He has only treated thousands of people in his life, and a doctor in a large hospital can treat more than one year.

It's not just the gap between instruments and drugs.

If it is not really desperate, how can you hope to find a solution in the people.

"Isn't Anju Shi..."

The little Taoist showed some pity.

"Life and death are in the sky, and fate is impermanent. No matter who you are, there is such a day."

The old Taoist sighed softly and turned to the Taoist temple:

"Instead of seeking longevity, it is better to grasp the present moment and have no regrets in life."

"No regrets......"

The little Taoist glanced at the foot of the mountain where no one could be seen, and suddenly said loudly:

"Guanzhu, I want to go down the mountain!"

........

Although there are still many ideas to try, An Qisheng still didn't try it immediately, his body was not strong enough for him to toss continuously.

When I got down from Tianlian Mountain, and came to the city closest to Tianlian Mountain, the sky had already dimmed, and the afterglow of the setting sun was scattered among the tall buildings, which were then covered by the bright lights.

Xuanxing is not as brilliant as the technology of the Earth in An Qisheng's previous life, but it is brilliant enough.

Looking into the eyes, the high-rise buildings with shining lights are lined up in rows, towering in the night.

For the past year, An Qisheng has been running around in many temples and sacred mountains. At this time, he decided to end the journey and return to prosperity. It felt like a world away.

Three hundred years of Daxuan not only accommodates overseas cultures, but also retains the ancient charm of three hundred years of history.

There are ancient temples, high-rise buildings, mysterious clothes, and suits.

Not staying in this unfamiliar city, An Qisheng took a taxi and went straight to the train station. Soon after, he got on the train home.

"Son, are you coming back?"

The mother's cautious joyful voice came from the mobile phone.

"Well, I'll be there today. Don't worry, Mom, go to bed early."

An Qisheng felt a little uncomfortable.

Since he was diagnosed with terminal illness, his parents have always been careful to accommodate him.

It's up to you to leave school, and it's up to you to travel.

"There are many people on the train, take care of yourself and go home safely. Mom will make you your favorite hairy crabs, braised pork..."

Hearing the chattering voice on the other end of the phone, An Qisheng couldn't help but half-close his eyes to cover his tears.

Such long-winded words, really... can't hear enough.

"Little brother."

Just after hanging up the phone, a middle-aged man with a suitcase came forward, took out his ticket and signaled it.

An Qisheng got up. What he bought was not a window ticket.

The middle-aged man put his salute, sat down, and said with a familiar smile, "Where are you from, little brother?"

"People from Xing City."

An Qisheng replied, without much talk.

"Little brother is also from Xingshi, I am from Cangshi."

The middle-aged man saw that An Qisheng was not talking, so he replied without saying much.

She took out her phone and opened the cached video to look at it.

An Qisheng swept away his light. It was a recently released movie, telling the story of a generation of strange people, Gu Changfeng, 300 years ago.

"Hey! It's such a magical drama again."

A young man across from him glanced at the screen. At this time, the scene of the protagonist who played Gu Changfeng was killing the Quartet. He couldn't help but sneer:

"In today's film and television industry, what else can we do besides consuming our patriotic feelings and insulting our IQ?"

"What do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man took off his earphones and looked at the young man, his expression a little unsightly.

"Is not it?"

The young man didn't care about his companion's whispered persuasion, and his voice increased again:

"I also admire Mr. Gu as a person, but is such a bottomless deification really worthy of Mr.'s sacrifice?"

"enough!"

The middle-aged man's face sank, with a hint of anger:

"You don't understand Mr. Gu or martial arts at all!"

"You don't understand modern weapons!"

The youth do not give in:

"Your understanding of modern weapons is probably only in the anti-Japanese drama. Do you know how fast a bullet can fire? Do you know that a powerful gun can cut a person in two with one shot?"

"Perhaps you think that feeling overwhelms everything? Feeling is invincible in the world?"

"you!"

The middle-aged man's face turned red.

The argument between the two drew the attraction of the whole car from their mobile phones, and some even picked up their mobile phones and started recording videos.

The debate between martial arts and modern weapons has always been the most concerned point of Daxuan people.

Although with the development of science and technology, the martial arts school has long since declined in the debate, but the debate has never stopped.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu's boxing skills can be said to be the first, but he didn't die under the guns and cannons, and the planes were strafing? This has already explained everything!"

The young man is reasonable and unforgiving, and his words are as sharp as a knife:

"Don't you think it's ridiculous now that Mr. Chui is tearing up tanks and forming an army alone?"

"Huh!"

The middle-aged man's chest rose and fell, and the flushing on his face slowly disappeared:

"If you say I don't care about other things, if you say Mr. Gu, then I have to teach you what martial arts is."

"Oh? You still want to hit me?"

The young man stood up abruptly:

"Come here, I, Wang Anfeng, are still afraid that you won't succeed?"

"good!"

The middle-aged man nodded and was about to get up.

"Ugh."

An Qisheng sighed and stretched out his hand to hold the middle-aged man's wrist:

"Brother, you can think about it. Fighting is illegal, disrupting the train order and you will be detained. If you beat him here, you will spend the New Year in the detention center."

Although his boxing skills disappeared a lot with his physical weakness, his eyesight still improved.

Although this middle-aged man is thin, his muscles and bones are strong, and his hands are full of thick calluses. Obviously, the foreign boxing has a lot of enthusiasm. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The two really moved their hands. The young man named Wang Anfeng, except for his voice, was afraid that other parts of his body would not be able to play any role.

"Wang Anfeng, you are crazy, what are you trying to do?! Tell me, how many times have I been with you in the detention center?!"

The young man's companion was also angry, and grabbed Wang Anfeng's hand:

"I will kill you **** sooner or later!"

Daxuanwu is very popular, but at the same time, the security is also very strict. Once a fight occurs, no matter right or wrong, all will be detained.

"Li Yan, let me go!"

Wang Anfeng felt a little guilty after being yelled at by his companions. He was pressed down on the seat by his companions. His voice was loud, but he didn't really struggle.

"I....."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and hesitated.

"It's been a hard year outside, and the New Year is almost here, so you have to think about your children."

An Qisheng patted his shoulder:

"You're not the age to be brave, what are you doing with a child?"

Is he a child?

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched, your face is much more tender than his.

"I'm sorry, eldest brother, my friend is too impulsive."

Li Yan smiled bitterly and apologized for his companions.

The middle-aged man loosened his fists, put on his earphones again, and didn't even look at Wang Anfeng.

"child?"

Wang Anfeng snorted twice and glared at An Qisheng, but in the fire-breathing eyes of his companions, he still held back.

The people in the carriage didn't see it lively, and they all dispersed.

Naturally, An Qisheng didn't bother to pay attention to Wang Anfeng, leaned on his seat, and swept the middle-aged man's phone screen from the corner of his eye.

At this time, the movie was over, and on the black screen, the deeds of a generation of strange people, Gu Changfeng, were scrolling.

and birth and death years.

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