Great Dao Ji

The red sun rises, illuminating the dark night.

The winter fog on Tianlian Mountain gradually dissipates, and the snow shines brighter under the sun.

In the guest room of the Taoist temple, An Qisheng, who had slept for a day and a night, slowly wakes up.

Unlike before, this time when he wakes up, An Qisheng feels a long-lost comfort, and the tingling pain that has been lingering on his body for a year seems to have disappeared.

An Qisheng stretched his waist, got up, picked up his mobile phone with low battery and took a look:

"I really slept for another day?"

Beep~

A push popped up on the lit screen "Shock! At 7:12 Xuanjing time, the statue of the goddess of the Golden Eagle Kingdom disappeared strangely in the night!"

The statue of the goddess disappeared strangely?

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

"The news now is so shameless."

An Qisheng put on his shoes, and he didn't even have the interest to click on it, and turned off the screen of his mobile phone.

A pale and handsome face was reflected on the black mobile phone screen.

"What will happen if I look at myself?"

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

[An Qisheng (19) height 178cm, weight 62kg]

[Specialties: Xuanwen, mathematics, Eagle language, chemistry, physics, medical skills, the seventh set of basic boxing, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Sanhuang Cannon Fist]

[Status: increasingly weak (terminal illness)]

An Qisheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

All the data on it were no different from what he knew, and there was no difference from what was shown when he saw the little Taoist yesterday.

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

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

"Moreover, this ability is used to steal knowledge, which can be said to be a master skill."

"At present, activating this ability will greatly consume my physical strength and make my spirit sluggish, as if I haven't woken up from a hangover."

An Qisheng rubbed his temples while summarizing his own exploration of this ability.

"Layman, are you awake?"

Before An Qisheng thought about it, the door was pushed open, and the little Taoist priest named Tan Jingshan walked in with the cold wind and put the medicinal food on the table:

"You haven't eaten for another day, eat a little."

"Too much trouble for you."

An Qisheng smelled the smell and pulled out the stool, praising: "The little Taoist priest's craftsmanship is really good."

"They are all grown by myself, as long as the layman likes it."

The little Taoist priest scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

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

Chopsticks up and down.

An Qisheng ate very quickly, but he didn't eat voraciously. On the contrary, he chewed every bite thoroughly.

"Is the Taoist priest up?"

Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, An Qisheng asked.

"Is he up? The temple master has done morning lessons and is now practicing boxing outside."

The little Taoist priest cleaned up the bowl and chopsticks and said casually.

"Practicing boxing"

An Qisheng nodded.

The martial arts in Daxuan Kingdom are more prosperous than on Earth in the previous life. From the elderly to children, everyone knows a few boxing techniques.

This has a lot to do with the system of Daxuan.

In addition to liberal arts and science in high school, there are also martial arts. Martial arts get extra points in the college entrance examination, and they are given priority in joining the army.

It is precisely these preferential treatments that have cultivated the martial arts culture of Daxuan.

But that's all. It is said that the real killing methods in the army are all in the army, and the boxing techniques that most people learn are only effective in strengthening the body.

Not as good as the Bajiquan and Xingyiquan he learned in his previous life.

"I heard from the master that the layman is also a martial arts master?"

The little Taoist looked at An Qisheng with some curiosity.

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

An Qisheng smiled.

He had been learning the internal martial arts of his previous life since he was a child, and he had gained a lot in the past ten years.

But his talent was neither high nor low, and he couldn't be considered a master after ten years of learning.

Since he fell ill a year ago, his health has been getting worse day by day. Naturally, his boxing skills have not been lost, but he is even less of a master.

"I heard from the master that"

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

"There are no experts among the people, and the masters are in the army. If you are interested in martial arts, you can join the army."

Boxing is about practice. After a day of hard work, ordinary people, not to mention whether they can keep up with nutrition and whether there is someone to guide boxing, the practice time and atmosphere alone are far from comparable to those in the army.

You treat it as a hobby, but others see it as the foundation of their livelihood.

There may be masters among the people, but they are naturally far inferior to the army.

Not to mention, the martial arts are extremely popular in the Daxuan Army, and there is technology to assist, so the boxing skills are far beyond the reach of the people.

If he had not been diagnosed with a terminal illness, he would have joined the army after the college entrance examination.

"Join the army"

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

In Daxuan, joining the army is not something you can do whenever you want.

Huh~

As soon as he walked out of the door, a cold wind blew.

At this time, the sky had cleared up, but the winter cold was still biting, and An Qisheng couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

Huh~

In the courtyard, the old Taoist priest was punching slowly.

His movements were neither slow nor slow, his feet were never more than one foot off the ground, and his fists were not fully out. Whenever he was about to use up his strength, he would gently deflect, and the power would not leave his body.

An Qisheng could see that this was the Xuan Gong Fist.

It seems to be neither urgent nor slow, but in fact every move affects all the muscles and bones of the body, and the training effect is not inferior to the internal boxing he learned in his previous life.

An Qisheng watched quietly while the old Taoist priest slowly punched his fists.

"call!"

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

"Taoist Priest Qingyuan's attainments in Xuan Gong Fist are rare."

An Qisheng sighed in admiration.

If you stick to anything for decades, you can reach a level that is difficult for others to achieve.

After decades of practice by the old Taoist priest, Xuan Gong Quan has already reached a very high level.

It's infinitely better than the Xuan Gong Fist he learned from a young Taoist priest yesterday.

"Little friend An is so complimentary."

The old Taoist priest's face was rosy, and there was sweat on his forehead: "Speaking of boxing skills, a year ago, my fellow Taoist almost sent the old Taoist away with his heart-to-heart and elbow move."

An Qisheng was not embarrassed at all and said with a smile: "I still remember Taoist Master's kick."

Although Xuan Gong Fist is a fist, its kicks are extremely sharp.

If the old Taoist priest hadn't been old and his muscles and bones weren't what they used to be, he wouldn't have been able to even hit him with that kick.

As he said this, the old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled.

"My little friend, are you leaving?"

After talking and laughing, the old Taoist priest spoke.

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

An Qisheng nodded. With nothing gained from his trip and having superpowers, he would naturally not go anywhere else.

Compared with things that can't be seen or touched, and don't know whether they exist or not, the abilities he awakened are clearly extraordinary.

If he wants to survive, it may be beyond this ability.

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

"In the past year, the old Taoist has searched many ancient books, medical skills, and children's illnesses. Although there is no precedent, the old Taoist has discovered an interesting record."

"oh?"

An Qisheng looked at the old Taoist priest.

"Do you know Gu Changfeng?"

asked the old Taoist priest.

"Gu Changfeng? I naturally know Mr. Gu, a great master."

An Qisheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Three hundred years ago, when the previous dynasty was destroyed and Daxuan had not yet established the country, 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 artifacts. It could be said that the people were in dire straits.

Gu Changfeng was born in that era.

According to legend, Gu Changfeng knew it from his birth, and his boxing skills were so powerful that he was already the number one master at that time.

He was not angry that the warlords were separatist and the people were in dire straits, so he gathered a group of friends and traveled around Daxuan, killing bandits, assassinating warlords, and even assassinated the leaders of the invading powers.

It's a pity that even if the boxing skills can lead to the gods, they are still mortal bodies.

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

But his reputation is huge. Even today, he is still active in film and television, and he can be said to be a legendary figure of his generation.

The prevalence of Da Xuanwu style is not without his influence.

"Mr. Gu was a master of his generation and his boxing skills had already reached the divine level. According to legend, on that day, he had anticipated the encirclement and attack by the foreign powers, but Fusang threatened him with the lives of a city's soldiers and civilians and asked him to go alone."

"Faced with the opposition of everyone, the teacher laughed loudly, "In ancient times, someone became famous as a young man, acted as he wanted in his youth, and died for his country in his middle age. Wouldn't it be happy? "Later, go to death calmly."

The old Taoist priests remember their ancestors with respect.

"Sir, you truly live up to your reputation as a master."

An Qisheng was silent for a moment and said:

"Now that Fusang Lu has sunk more than half way, I can comfort my husband's spirit in heaven."

Seventy years ago, a typhoon originated from the West Sea, passed through Daxuanbu, and headed straight for Fusang.

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

Even though various countries came to help and saved countless soldiers and civilians, Fusang was still in a state of disrepair and fell from being a great nation to the bottom.

"The old Taoist was checking ancient books a few days ago and saw a record."

The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment and then read out the record:

"The ancients knew it from birth, but they were so weak when they were young that they almost couldn't live. Even after searching for famous doctors, they couldn't cure it."

"Weak in childhood, almost unable to survive"

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

"The Taoist Master said"

"Mr. Gu was a strange person in his generation. Later generations exaggerated and deified him, and the records are mixed between true and false. Even experienced people don't know the truth. What's more, after three hundred years, even if Mr. Gu's illness was the same as yours, it would be meaningless? "

The old Taoist priest sighed, which was also the reason for his hesitation.

If you say so, it will only increase your worries.

Can we still go beyond three hundred years to ask Gu Changfeng?

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

"It seems that it's not impossible."