The Great Tao Chronicle

"According to insiders, on the evening of December 24th, a large-scale weapon war took place in the financial and economic center of the Golden Eagle Empire and the Freeport of York City, and a terrorist attack was suspected. Take responsibility for things..."

In Xingcheng Garden Community, in the three-story building of Anjia, An's father An Jianzhong was watching TV intently.

The sofa looked a little petite under his burly body.

click~

With the sound of a key being rotated in the door lock, An Jianzhong shuddered.

Pushing the door open, An Qisheng glanced at the lighted kitchen and said in a low voice, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

At 2:30 in the morning, in the entire villa area, only his house was lit.

"Just come back."

An Jianzhong got up and took his son's suitcase and put it aside. Looking at his son, who was getting thinner and thinner, his waist was not as thick as his own legs, the corners of his eyes were red.

An father is tall and close to 1.9 meters tall. He is very burly due to practicing martial arts all the year round, and he is quite a ten-year-old man in North China.

"Kiki is back?"

With an exclamation, a middle-aged woman in an apron rushed out of the kitchen.

"mom."

An Qisheng had a headache: "How old am I, you still call me Qiqi..."

"Qiqi, you've lost weight again."

Mother An's hands trembled, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Although I knew it through videos with my son this year, it still hurts my heart to see my son so thin.

"My son finally came back once, why are you crying!"

An Jianzhong glared, he couldn't see this the most:

"Let's go and cook, my son should be hungry."

"Qiqi, mom is going to cook, you and dad will sit down first."

Mother An wiped her tears and walked into the kitchen.

"Dad, how are you and Mom doing recently?"

An Qisheng sat on the sofa, and when he pressed the remote control, the paused news began to play again.

"It's all good."

An Jianzhong picked up an orange and handed it to his son:

"Don't talk about us, your health hasn't deteriorated anymore, right? I heard people say that there seems to be a case like yours in some hospitals in the Golden Eagle Country York City, why don't we go take a look?"

"No need to go, I know my illness."

An Qisheng peeled the orange with a calm expression:

"For the rest of the time, let me accompany you."

The so-called terminal illness is divided into two types, one is motor neuron disease, a disease that cannot be overcome temporarily, such as cancer, and the other is the intractable disease commonly known as strange disease.

This kind of disease is not necessarily more difficult to treat than the previous one, but it is very rare. For example, his disease is so rare that the doctor discussed the naming rights with him.

There is no precedent, no cure, no experience, no cause.

Even if he lived in the best military hospital in Daxuan, the best doctors could only watch him become weaker and weaker, and were helpless.

There seems to be a black hole in his body, and no amount of supplements can keep up with the passage of time.

In just one year, he lost more than 30 kilograms, and he was stubborn.

According to the doctor, he will become a skeleton in at least another year.

"Also, the Golden Eagle Country has not been peaceful recently, it seems that it has suffered a terrorist attack..."

An Jian Center sighed and felt powerless.

In the past, even in the face of no matter how vicious criminals, he was never so powerless.

As the father and son fell into silence, the atmosphere in the room became heavy. Only on TV, the news was still being broadcast.

"Terrorist attack? Didn't all the bearded people be killed?"

An Qisheng pretended to be curious and broke the silence.

"Isn't there a news yesterday that the statue of the Golden Eagle Kingdom disappeared? Later, although the rumor was false news, someone filmed that a large-scale weapon war occurred in the Freeport of York City, and more than ten planes crashed."

An Jianzhong picked up the remote and pressed the button, and the screen jumped to the news broadcast earlier:

"However, this has not been recognized by the Golden Eagle Nation."

An Qisheng looked at it, and saw smoke of gunpowder on the shaking screen, the land rolled over, and the wreckage of planes could be seen faintly:

"The Golden Eagle Nation has always regarded itself as the world's policeman. If this happened this time, the revenge must be terrible. No matter what organization, there will be trouble."

The Golden Eagle Nation has suffered quite a few terrorist attacks, but An Qisheng was a little surprised that they could cause so much damage and casualties.

"Yeah, I haven't organized to admit it so far. Obviously, I know that the next retaliation will be terrible."

An Jianzhong nodded.

The Golden Eagle Country and the Great Xuan are called the two poles of the world, facing each other across the ocean, and any other small countries and forces will not be their opponents.

Any terrorist organization that jumps out will be run over to death.

"Old An, the meal is ready, so I won't come to serve the dishes."

In the kitchen, Mother An shouted.

"coming!"

An Jianzhong held down his son who wanted to get up and strode into the kitchen.

Hairy crabs, braised pork, ribs, beef soup, the meals are not only rich, but also large.

"Qiqi, eat more."

An Mu gave An Qisheng a piece of spare ribs: "How thin are you?"

"Mom, I'll do it myself."

Looking at the bowl full of vegetables, An Qisheng smiled wryly and moved the bowl and chopsticks.

His appetite was already huge, even bigger than that of Anfu, who practiced martial arts all the year round. After he got sick, his appetite increased sharply.

One meal can eat an average person for three days.

After a while, the food has been swept away by him.

"Go to bed early, the martial arts expo will start tomorrow, let your dad take you to see it."

In the bedroom, Mother An made the bed for An Qisheng and urged him to go to bed quickly.

"Martial Arts Expo?"

An Qisheng's heart moved. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Daxuanwu is quite popular, and it is far from comparable to its previous life. Every year, the Wushu Association holds an exposition across the country to introduce the development of Daxuan Wushu and display the cultural relics left by the predecessors.

I just didn't expect that it was Xingcheng's turn.

"I see, you should go to sleep too."

Sending An Mu away, An Qisheng lay on the bed, still thinking about his awakening ability.

Along the way, he thought for a long time.

He felt that it was not that he could not see Gu Changfeng's past, but that he lacked the necessary medium.

As for the required medium.

Gu Changfeng died in the war, and he didn't even have a body. He only worked **** what he left behind.

He originally planned to take time to go to the Magic Capital Martial Arts Center to look for it after returning home this time.

It was just a coincidence that this martial arts exposition started.

As the first person in martial arts in the past 300 years, Gu Changfeng's status in the Daxuan martial arts world is of course needless to say.

Martial arts exposition, of course, can't get around him.

"Qiqi, you're still not sleeping!"

An mother's knock on the door interrupted An Qisheng's thoughts.

"Sleep here."

After pressing the light, An Qisheng naturally assumed the posture of the Dragon Sleeping Dan Gong, and fell asleep quickly.

......

Early the next morning, An Qisheng woke up on time and drove away with An's father towards the martial arts exposition.

"It is not clear when martial arts started, but the real establishment of the martial arts system is still three hundred years ago. It was confirmed, and it is still in use today.”

Waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, An Jianzhong said:

"The six realms of boxing: light, darkness, transformation, dan, gang, and god!"

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