The Great Tao Chronicle

The sky and the earth are big, and going home is the biggest meal.

An Qisheng hung up the phone, made a reservation for tomorrow's train ticket on his cell phone, and laid on the bed just like that.

With his hands on his cheeks, he closed his eyes and fell into a dream.

As his physical strength became stronger and his spirit became more vigorous, his dreaming time extended.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the dream itself, the stay time is still 24 hours, there seems to be such a limit.

But even so, being able to spend twenty-four hours more than others was already satisfying to him.

After all, in his dream, he didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep.

Twenty-four hours of full-power study is more than three or five days for ordinary people.

His ascetic practice in reality was regarded as a martial idiot by others, but compared to the sleepless, unstoppable practice in his dreams, it was nothing.

After a night of silence, An Qisheng woke up on time at three in the morning the next day.

When I arrived at the nearby square, I fought for a few hours. When the sky was getting dark, I came to the station and got on the train home.

"what?"

As soon as he got on the train, An Qisheng frowned slightly.

His original senses were very strong. After entering Huajin, after two months of travel in the mountains and forests, his senses became even stronger.

As soon as I sensed it, I realized something was wrong.

"This journey seems to be a little interesting."

An Qisheng twitched the corner of his mouth, pacing to find his seat, and put down his luggage.

In just a few short steps, the appearance and aura of more than 100 people in the entire carriage are already counted.

With a movement in his heart, it has been fixed on a middle-aged man who is resting with his eyes closed.

The middle-aged man wore a peaked cap, his face was sallow, and there was a beard at the corners of his mouth. His breathing was steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

"He has a steady breath, eyebrows sullen, eyes half-open and half-closed, and he is always on high alert, ready to take action at any time. Looking at his clothes, he seems to have been disguised. A fugitive? Or a killer?

To be able to touch the train, there are some means...  

Those few men and women who seemed to be chatting and resting also had a lot of effort, and they vaguely surrounded them in this carriage. They should be plainclothes law enforcement officers? "

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly:

"This person's camouflage skills are very good, and there is a high probability that he is a wanted criminal. This time he is lucky, maybe he will get points again..."

It has been a long time since he joined the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum, but apart from Wang Zhixuan's few missions, he has never encountered any mission targets.

This time, when he encounters a suspicious person, he naturally won't let it go.

After all, he has always been a law-abiding citizen, and it is his duty to help law enforcement officers catch fugitives.

With a move in his heart, many wanted orders on the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum flashed through his mind one by one.

His memory is very good. He has seen many wanted notices more than once. After checking them one by one, he still found something.

After all, although the middle-aged man's camouflage skills are good, it's not as good as the makeup skills of the "beautiful anchors" in the short videos.

[Shan Yi, with a secret cultivation base, once privately made firearms, robbed graves and dug graves, was suspected of smuggling antiques and gangsters, and committed 23 murders with his brother Shan Zhuang, extremely vicious and vicious. , seize (regardless of life and death) two hundred and sixty points......]

"It turned out to be from Danzhuang..."

An Qisheng rubbed his face and covered the cold light from the corners of his eyes.

He naturally remembered the name Shanzhuang. Not only did he remember, his name was written on his notebook.

A year ago, when he taught Wang Anfeng Bajiquan, several gunmen came to his villa to kill Wang Anfeng, and one of them almost shot him in the head.

It was the first time he was shot.

He thought to himself that he was not someone who would pay for it, but how could he forget such an experience?

"The road to the enemy is narrow..."

An Qisheng sneered in his heart.

After Shan Zhuang and his two senior Hua Jin boxers were killed by Wang Zhixuan, some of his accomplices fled all over the place. Although most of them were arrested, a small number of them fled.

He had also inquired about this before, but the law enforcers had no clue, so he naturally had no way to start.

After all, Daxuan has a vast territory and the most complex terrain. If you really find a small mountain and forest to hide, it will be very difficult to find.

But since they have met, it is naturally the best.

"It's a little cold, the air conditioner in this compartment is broken?"

Shan Yi pressed the brim of his hat and said something to himself.

He glanced around slightly, especially the people who just got into the car, and looked at them one by one.

An Qisheng looked at him unintentionally, calm and normal.

"Sixteen people got off and thirteen people boarded this carriage, seven women and six men. There was no threat. The kid in the white sports suit seemed to have superficial skills..."

"The skin is soft and fair, the hands and feet are soft, the eyes are dull, and the temples are not protruding..."

Shan Yi always felt that something was wrong in his heart. He glanced at An Qisheng one more time to confirm that he was not a threat before withdrawing his gaze.

"Ah......"

An Qisheng smiled lightly.

Kung fu beginners are sharp-edged, the higher the fist, the stronger the aura, even through some concealment such as make-up and disguise, it is easy to be seen by others.

This is 'letting'.

And once you enter Huajin, the power is grasped like an arm and driven, restrained and not released, hidden in the body.

This is 'accept'.

Before Hua Jin, An Qisheng couldn't hide his kung fu. UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't even think about hiding it, but once he entered Hua Jin, it was not a real fight based on his control over the power.

No expert of the same level could see his level.

"Team Zhou, there are still six stops to Jingcheng. When are we going to arrest him?"

In the next compartment, a young man returned to his seat with instant noodles and said in a low voice.

Sitting beside him was a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty years old. With his eyes half closed, he replied softly:

"Now is not the time. Wait until he gets out of the car. You can't force the dog to jump over the wall and hurt the people."

Zhou Guolin was a little tired.

Shan Yi is extremely ruthless and skilled. If he really wants to arrest him on the train, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not jump over the wall in a hurry.

"Yes."

The young man replied in a low voice.

"Notify the brothers not to approach that car. Shan Yi has been wandering for many days, and people are very alert. If Xiao Zhao and the others did not enter that car one step earlier than him, he would probably be found by him."

"Understood Team Zhou."

The young man nodded, indicating he knew.

On the train, the speed was very fast, and it seemed that it didn't take long for four stations to pass.

In the carriage where An Qisheng was, Shan Yi was very vigilant. Every time the car arrived at the station and people got on and off, he would take advantage of the crowds to sit in some unoccupied seats.

However, there were not many vacancies in the car, and when no one got off, he even stood for forty minutes.

The performance is no different from someone who didn't buy a seat.

After one stop and another, Shan Yi swept through the crowd and found an empty seat to sit down.

Beside him, An Qisheng looked out the window sideways, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"It's a coincidence that it's not..."

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