Great Dao Ji

Gulu~

Not long after he stopped, An Qisheng felt something in his stomach.

A Bigu Pill has actually been completely digested.

"In this state, my consumption is much greater than the usual consumption of boxing."

An Qisheng was a little frightened.

This bigu pill is enough to sustain the nutritional needs of an ordinary Huajin boxer for seven days to half a month. Even if his consumption is greater, one pill can last two or three days.

But he could only swallow this Bigu Pill for half a day.

It can be seen that in this state, the consumption is huge.

He took out a Bigu Pill, swallowed it with saliva, and frowned slightly:

"The supplies a thousand years ago were not as safe as they are today, and the Bigu Pills at that time were not as powerful as they are today. No wonder your body is thin and frail, and your steps are a little shaky."

During this meeting with the Holy Spirit, An Qisheng had a deeper understanding of the unknown seventh step beyond meeting God.

The soul is rooted in the physical body, and its growth requires the nourishment of the physical body. Without sufficient nourishment, the physical body will inevitably be unable to support the needs of a strong soul.

Gradually, his physical body will become thinner and weaker, just like his previous terminal illness.

The social environment a thousand years ago was far from what it is today. There was a serious shortage of all material and medicinal materials, and the requirements for martial arts training were already huge. Let alone Wang Yangming's spiritual state?

"If Mr. were born now, things might be different."

An Qisheng sighed softly.

Kung Fu or spiritual practice is essentially inseparable from society.

In ancient times, it would take hundreds of years for a great master to see the gods to appear, but now, there are as many as nine great masters to see the gods in the world.

Daxuan alone, not counting the one who died at the hands of Mu Longcheng, there were three great masters.

Looking at ancient times, this was absolutely impossible to achieve.

If we take the seventh step now, even if it is not enough to make up for the shortcomings of the physical body, maybe it will not make us grow old and stagger a little.

"When the physical body dies, does the spirit also exist? With Mr.'s spiritual state, maybe"

An Qisheng was thinking.

The gastrointestinal motility was violent, consuming the Bigu Pill.

He carried his luggage and left the hotel. It was already dark.

After a long delay but a huge harvest, An Qisheng boarded the train home with satisfaction. Just after noon, he had already returned home.

Opening the door, An's mother had already prepared a meal and was waiting. An Jianzhong was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with a steaming cup of hot tea in front of him.

Plain and cozy.

"You kid, you've been out for months."

Mother An took off her apron and took the luggage while complaining: "I really should find you a wife to take care of you."

"Ahem."

An Qisheng coughed lightly:

"Mom, given my age, it's a bit too early to get married."

"Why is it so early? There are many people like you who are not in school but are married and have children."

Mother An said angrily.

After her son recovered from his illness, she began to think about his lifelong affairs.

"Okay, my son just came back, what are you talking about?"

An Jianzhong put down the remote control, glanced at the mother and son, and shook his head.

"Dad is right, I'm a little tired too."

An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"But your mother is right."

Under An Mu's eager gaze, An Jianzhong changed his voice:

"There are some nice little girls in our unit who are good-looking and kind-hearted. Please take the time to meet them."

"Let's talk about this in a few years."

An Qisheng pulled out the chair and sat down.

He is not a celibate, but marriage is not necessary for him.

Unless he is extremely in love, he will never find someone to disrupt the rhythm of his life.

Having been a man for two lifetimes, he admired Ai when he was young, and it is almost impossible for his passionate youth to appear in his body.

Furthermore, his senses are far more powerful than ordinary ones. Even if a woman is well-dressed with makeup, he can see the enlarged pores and even smell the body odor covered by the perfume.

It's not that he won't get used to it, but if he holds it for a lifetime, it will still be a little uncomfortable.

"On you"

An Jianzhong wanted to say something else, but suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and couldn't help but glance at An Qisheng in surprise:

"Are you wearing perfume?"

This smell is very pleasant, like the fragrance of grass and trees mixed with earth after a spring rain, giving people a fresh and natural smell.

"Is there any?"

An Qisheng pretended not to know.

Once he entered the Huajing Dynasty, his body odor was almost nonexistent. As the energy flowed, not a single dust could get close to him. And as he inherited Mr. Yangming's teachings, his strength changed again.

The body gradually exudes a fresh and natural smell.

"No?"

An Jianzhong frowned and wanted to say more, but An's mother had already shouted over there:

"Qiqi, come over for dinner. The pork ribs soup is ready."

"Come here."

An Qisheng responded, got up and came to the restaurant.

"This boy"

An Jianzhong raised his eyes.

The food is very rich, including chicken, duck and fish.

Although he took the Bigu Pill, An Qisheng still didn't waste his mother's thoughts and ate all the food according to the normal amount of food.

At this point, An's mother still felt that he had eaten less.

In the next few days, An Qisheng didn't practice much boxing. Every day he would either watch TV with An Jianzhong or go shopping with An's mother.

The greatest amount of activity is giving massages to my parents.

An Jianzhong also has dark power cultivation, but he is old and his progress is very slow. An's mother has never practiced martial arts and her muscles and bones are very old.

With the mastery of Huajin for strength, massaging the two is naturally much better than any fitness and health club.

At this time, his massage skills have already surpassed Liu Xian, and Liu Xian charges up to 150,000 yuan for a massage, and it is not something that ordinary people can afford.

The peaceful days were broken by a call from Wang Anfeng a week later.

An Qisheng did not break his promise. He just took the Qigong Pill, said a word to his parents, and boarded the plane to Yun Province.

There was no moon in the sky and the night was deep.

In the mountains not far from the Yunnan-Myanmar border, in the lakeside manor originally built by Miao Xiu, An Qisheng met Wang Anfeng and Li Yan again.

The two wore camouflage, carried guns, had cold faces, and a murderous aura lingered on their bodies.

An Qisheng was a little surprised.

The two young masters of wealthy families have changed a lot, especially Wang Anfeng, whose originally carefree personality has become calm.

If Wang Anfeng was just a child who was well protected by his sister, now he has a bit of the flavor of an iron-blooded elite soldier.

Obviously, they have also experienced a lot during this period.

"You are here."

Seeing An Qisheng, Wang Anfeng forced a smile.

"Is Dr. Wang's injury serious?"

An Qisheng glanced upstairs. On the second floor, there were three masters whose breathing was almost non-existent.

"Very serious."

Li Yan stepped forward and said:

"Miao Xiu is called the Tiger King. He has been famous for decades and has high kung fu. Dr. Wang and Miao Xiu fought in Nanyang for several days. Both were injured. It will take at least half a month to recover."

"Is the injury so serious?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows. It was two months ago that Wang Zhixuan fought with Miao Xiu.

With the control of the body by the masters of Huajin and the medical conditions of the military, what kind of injury would take so long?

"Miao Xiu was also injured by my sister, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to show his face for several months."

Wang Anfeng's face was a little cold, and he didn't say much about Wang Zhixuan.

Glancing at An Qisheng, he said:

"Miao Xiu has great influence in Yunmian, with hundreds of disciples, and countless people have received his favor. Even if we have the help of the Yun Province Law Enforcement Brigade, there are still some fish that slip through the net and escape from the country."

"Master Wang, Master Li, we have been delayed for a long time, it's time to set off."

On the second floor, a loud voice like a bell sounded.

An Qisheng glanced and saw a bright bald head on the second floor.

"Shi Xinlong?"