Great Dao Ji

"According to insiders, on the evening of December 24, a large-scale armed battle occurred at the Free Port of York City, the financial and economic center of the Golden Eagle Empire, and a suspected terrorist attack occurred. As of 2:43 Xuanjing time, no relevant organization has reported this. Show responsibility for things”

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

The sofa looked a bit petite under his burly body.

Click~

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

Opening the door, An Qisheng glanced at the lit kitchen and whispered: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

At two-thirty in the morning, his house was the only one with lights on in the entire villa area.

"Just come back."

An Jianzhong stood up, 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 turned red.

An's father is nearly 1.9 meters tall. He is very tall due to his long-term martial arts training. He looks like a big man from North China.

"Qiqi is back?"

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

"mom."

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

"Qiqi, you've lost weight again."

An's mother's hands were trembling, and tears flowed down.

Although I’ve known him through videos over the past year, it’s still extremely heartbreaking to see my son become so thin.

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

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

"Go and cook quickly. My son must be hungry."

"Qiqi, mom is going to cook. You and your dad will sit down for a while first."

Mother An wiped her tears and walked into the kitchen.

"Dad, how are you and mom doing lately?"

An Qisheng sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control, and the paused news started playing again.

"It's all good."

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

"Stop talking about us. Your health hasn't gotten worse, has it? I heard someone said that there seems to be a case like yours in a hospital in the Golden Eagle City. How about we go and have a look?"

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

An Qisheng peeled an orange with a calm expression:

"Let me stay with you for the rest of the time."

There are two types of so-called terminal diseases. One is motor neuron disease, which is a disease that cannot be overcome at the moment, such as cancer, and the other is a difficult and complicated disease commonly known as a strange disease.

This type of disease may not be more difficult to treat than the previous ones, but it is very rare. Diseases like his are so rare that doctors discussed naming rights with him.

No precedent, no cure, no experience, no cause found.

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

There seemed to be a black hole in his body, and no matter how much supplement he took, he couldn't keep up with the passage.

In just one year, he lost more than 30 kilograms, and his appearance was slim.

According to the doctor, he would be nothing more than a skeleton in another year at most.

"Well, the Golden Eagle Kingdom has not been peaceful recently. It seems to have suffered a terrorist attack."

An Jianzhong sighed, feeling powerless.

In the past, he had never been so powerless even when facing the most vicious criminals.

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy as both father and son fell silent, except for the television, where the news continued to play.

"Terrorist attack?"

An Qisheng pretended to be curious and broke the silence.

"Didn't there be news yesterday that the Statue of the Golden Eagle had disappeared? Later, although the rumor was dismissed as fake news, someone photographed a large-scale armed battle at the Freeport in York City, and more than ten planes crashed."

An Jianzhong picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the screen jumped to the previously reported news:

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

An Qisheng looked around and saw bursts of smoke on the shaking screen, the rolling land, and the faintly visible plane wreckage:

"The Golden Eagle Country has always regarded itself as the world's policeman. If something like this happens this time, the revenge must be terrible. No matter what organization it is, it will be in trouble."

The Golden Eagle Kingdom has suffered a lot of terrorist attacks, but An Qisheng was a little surprised that they could cause such great damage and casualties.

"Yes, until now no organization has come out to admit this. It is obvious that everyone knows that the next revenge will be terrible."

An Jianzhong nodded.

Any terrorist organization that pops up will be crushed to death.

"Lao An, the meal is ready, but you haven't come to serve it yet."

In the kitchen, An's mother shouted.

"Coming!"

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

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

"Qiqi, you eat more."

Mother An gave An Qisheng a piece of ribs and said, "How thin have you become?"

"Mom, I'll do it myself."

Looking at the full bowl of vegetables, An Qisheng gave a wry smile and moved the bowls and chopsticks.

His appetite was already huge, even bigger than An's father who practiced martial arts all year round. After he got sick, his appetite increased dramatically.

One meal can feed an average person for three days.

After a while, the food had 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, An's mother made a bed for An Qisheng and urged him to sleep quickly.

"Martial arts expo?"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

The Daxuanwu style is quite popular, far from being comparable to the previous life. The Wushu Association holds an expo across the country every year to introduce the development of Daxuan martial arts and display the cultural relics left by the predecessors.

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

"I know, you should go to bed quickly."

After sending An's mother away, An Qisheng lay on the bed, still thinking about the ability he had awakened.

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 there was no body left. He could only work hard on the things he left behind.

He had planned to take time to go to the Magic City Wushu General Hall to look for it after returning home this time.

It was a coincidence that this martial arts expo was held.

As the first martial artist in the past three hundred years, Gu Changfeng's status in the Daxuan martial arts world is naturally needless to say.

The martial arts expo naturally cannot avoid him.

"Qiqi, why don't you sleep!"

An's mother knocked on the door and interrupted An Qisheng's thoughts.

"I'll go to sleep now."

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

The next morning, An Qisheng woke up on time and drove to the martial arts expo with his father.

"It is impossible to know when martial arts started, but the real establishment of the martial arts system was three hundred years ago, when Mr. Gu founded the Central Martial Arts Hall and exchanged martial arts with martial arts masters. It was finally determined and used to this day."

While waiting for the traffic light, An Jianzhong spoke:

"The six realms of martial arts are light, dark, transformation, dan, gang, and spirit!"

I am registering my son outside. The second chapter will be published later. The last chapter is saved.