The Great Tao Chronicle

In the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall, An Qisheng walked past the booths, looking at the deeds of many great boxers, as well as some personal belongings and manuscripts left behind during his lifetime.

With his current kung fu, the experience of Anjin Boxer is not of much use to him. His eyes are only on the booth of Huajin Boxer.

He was born and raised in Xingcheng, and he has come to the martial arts hall. He knows all about the great boxers in Xingcheng for hundreds of years, and is very familiar with it.

Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall was built in Kaiyuan 9506 and has been around for more than 300 years. There are 123 great boxers among them.

A small half are martyrs who fought for the country before the founding of the country, and a large half are well-known boxers in the past three hundred years.

Among them, there are only eleven masters of Huajin who left personal belongings and wrote essays.

The rest, either died in the fire of war, or there are still descendants alive, and they do not want the manuscripts of their predecessors to be passed on.

"Of the belongings left by the eleven great boxers, only three have spiritual imprints left..."

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly rippling.

He has long known that his ability is not really omnipotent, and if he wants to touch the past of those great boxers, what he needs is not their belongings.

It's the deep imprint they left on those objects.

To fall into a dream is also a divine friendship.

There is no spiritual imprint left, nor can he see the 'past' of those great boxers.

Before a booth, he stopped and looked up, and the deeds of this great boxer were recorded on the booth.

"Song Hongfeng..."

Before An Qisheng stopped at the booth, he looked at the manuscripts in the glass cabinet and nodded slightly.

Her eyes were half closed, her spirit condensed.

After many attempts, An Qisheng knew that his current limit observation distance was a sphere of fifteen meters around his body. Beyond this distance, neither a living person nor a dead object could capture its spiritual imprint.

And within this distance, how long it takes to capture its scattered spirit, it is also judged according to the strength of the person and whether the spiritual imprint on the object is complete or not.

hum~

From the angle of view, there seemed to be radiance rising up, slowly gathering in front of his eyes like threads and threads.

Under the condensed thoughts of his mind, he could perceive the traces of lines, which seemed to contain a strong spiritual will.

hum~

It seemed only for a moment that a new spiritual panel unfolded in front of him:

[Song Hongfeng, male, Kaiyuan 9680-9763... Master of internal boxing, learned many boxing methods from the master, especially good at tiger boxing, eagle claw hand, dragon Yin iron cloth shirt......]

"Tiger Fist, Eagle Claw, Iron Cloth Shirt..."

An Qisheng moved in his heart and opened his eyes.

Leaning aside, he avoided the hand that patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, brother, can we take a picture here?"

The speaker was a teenager in his teens, with a smile on his face.

"good."

An Qisheng got out of the way, he didn't intend to fall asleep in this place.

Walking through this booth, An Qisheng did the same thing, and An Qisheng collected all the spiritual imprints of the three Huajin Great Boxers.

Just after collecting the spiritual imprint of the last great boxer, An Qisheng felt a little swollen in his mind.

It seems that it can no longer be plugged.

"Sure enough, there is a limit. With my current mental strength, it is not enough to support too many mental imprints."

An Qisheng rubbed his temples, but he was not too surprised.

Over the past year or so, the spiritual imprints he has collected have already exceeded 100, and they can't support it, which doesn't seem surprising.

"It seems that we need to disperse some spiritual imprints before we can continue."

An Qisheng turned around and walked out of the martial arts hall, without taking a taxi, he walked slowly to his home.

This is not a problem for him.

He has been dreaming day by day, and has already learned a lot of things.

After a few days of precipitation, he scattered the panels of experts, scholars, and doctors that accounted for half of the amount, enough for him to collect the spiritual imprints of dozens of great boxers.

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For the next few days, An Qisheng stayed at home with his parents.

However, since he said he was cured, his parents also started to work, and An Jianzhong also reopened the martial arts gym, and most of the time he was away from home.

These days, he no longer practices hard boxing, he just does a few sets of boxing in addition to cooking meals every day to keep himself from regressing.

Most of the time, he is learning all kinds of knowledge.

After nightfall, he fell into a dream of himself, and used the extra twenty-four hours to study the various books he had read in the Xuanda Library before.

After being confused, I dreamed of those scholars and experts.

Since he was a child, his mental strength was far superior to ordinary people, and he has always been good at learning, so he was able to make money and practice martial arts, and then he was admitted to Xuanjing University.

And after the ability awakened, his memory, understanding, and thinking ability became better and better.

After fully entering deep sleep, his energy, spirit, and physical fitness have remained at their peak, and even slowly improved.

With the addition of various aspects, his learning can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds, which is completely different from the slowness of learning boxing.

A week later, he dissipated the imprints of four psychiatrists, and two weeks later, the imprints of six hypnotists, three physicists, and an artificial intelligence expert were dissipated by him.

The days of meditative study always pass quickly~www.wuxiahere.com~ In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

A day when the cold wind is howling and the snow is flying, the new year has come again with the sound of firecrackers.

And on this day, he finally dispersed all the panels of experts, scholars, and doctors.

A lot of knowledge they have learned throughout their lives has settled in his heart and has completely become his own.

In the bedroom, An Qisheng slept like a fairy, deep sleep.

In his sleep, An Qisheng sat in the Xuan Da library and flipped through books.

Physical Chemistry, Mathematical Mysteries, Boxing Analysis, Psychology, Classics of Mysterious Medicine, Modern Medicine, Anatomy, Aerodynamics, Thick Black Science...

All kinds of books piled up like a mountain around him.

"Huh!"

Following the sparse dressing sounds of the parents next door, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

In his mind, the increasingly plump stickman slowly raised his arms and kicked his legs.

Its movements are sluggish, slower than the old lady's fitness boxing in the park, but it is really moving.

If anyone in the martial arts world sees this scene, they will find that what this stickman is fighting is a great capture of dragons and tigers!

With eyes closed, it was him.

This is the great achievement of visualization.

"Finally crossed the threshold of concentrating on thinking, and the concept of visualization has been completed initially. After that, you only need to visualize the other parts of the thirty-six things and slowly fill in the 'stickman'. This concept of thinking about the thirty-six things is completely complete. ."

An Qisheng opened the curtains and looked at the steel city with shining lights under the night, a faint sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

Any leaps and bounds come from the little bits and pieces of everyday life.

He felt something in his heart, and his breakthrough into transformation energy was already close at hand.

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