The Great Tao Chronicle

Except for a comatose girl in a corner, there are no traces of cultural relics in this room.

"Where are the cultural relics?"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and he had already started to hypnotize.

His hypnosis skills are already extremely high, so when dealing with a person who has been frightened by him, he will naturally be able to capture him.

"Something, in the dark room in the yard..."

The tomb robber looked dull, looked into An Qisheng's eyes blankly, and muttered to himself.

"Dark room?"

An Qisheng took a step forward and pointed his index finger above the tomb robber's eyebrow.

He vomited vigorously, causing his entire brain to become a tangled mess, and those who died could no longer die.

Then he moved, came to the wall, kicked away the two corpses sitting in rows, knocked on the mechanism, and the wall cracked to reveal a large black hole.

huh~

An Qisheng walked in.

This darkroom is not big, with only about four or five square meters of open space. On top of an old mattress, many cultural relics are placed in a disorderly manner.

Ceramics, bronzes, various coins, as well as some silk books, ancient books, parchment scrolls.

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and he had already sensed that among the silk books, there were several books with a strong spiritual imprint.

An Qisheng stretched out his hand and took the books.

The paper of these ancient books has a faint rotten smell, and there are large shadows formed by dampness on it.

"it's broken......"

An Qisheng frowned.

The damage to these ancient books is not small. The handwriting on the first book is a little blurred, and the spiritual imprint on it has all collapsed.

An Qisheng put down the most damaged silk books, and only one was left in his hand.

This ancient book is also the only one that has never been damaged, and it doesn't even have a lot of decay on it.

When he opened the yellowed scroll, many of the writing on it had faded, but he could vaguely see the handsome spirit of its owner, as well as the great masculine spirit that had survived for a long time.

The text contains the passage.

Between the lines, An Qisheng seemed to see a middle-aged man with a clear face sitting at a desk with a flickering candle, telling his friends about the current situation.

Turning to the last page, there is the words [Essays of Gifting a Friend, Wang Shouren].

"It's really Wang Yangming's handwriting..."

An Qisheng held the handwriting and took a deep breath.

Without falling into a dream immediately, An Qisheng took Wang Yangming's essay in his hand, turned around and walked out of the dark room.

huh~

The air was blowing, and as soon as he stepped out of the dark room, he was punched in the face.

An Qisheng's expression remained the same, he lifted his palm lightly, opened the person's arm, and landed on his chest. With a slight push, the person became a rolling gourd.

"Su Jie!"

With a somewhat weak exclamation, the previously unconscious girl stumbled to her feet and supported the boy who couldn't stand up from the battle station on the ground.

"Tingting, run!"

The young man's face was pale.

The person who came out of this dark room was definitely a great expert, but with a light touch, his body seemed to be overcharged.

This is that the blood and energy were dissipated all at once.

"Su Jie? It's a good name."

An Qisheng walked out of the dark room and smiled:

"However, it's a little bit bad for you to take action against the savior?"

This young man's kung fu is good, but if he hadn't made his move this time.

He was going to die at the hands of this group of tomb robbers.

Although he didn't save him on purpose, it's not too much to say that he was a savior.

"Savior?"

The young man's face was startled.

Feeling that his hands and feet regained some strength, he stood up and bowed respectfully:

"It turned out that you rescued me. I thought that the kidnappers had an uneven distribution of the stolen goods, and there was an infighting..."

He also heard the commotion upstairs before, but he was very nervous at the time, and An Qi was moving so fast in the night, he didn't even see what happened.

When he settled down the people below and came up, he saw such a tragic scene in the house again, the people were like frightened cats, and when they heard footsteps, they shot without thinking.

"There's no need to explain that much."

An Qisheng waved his hand and looked at the boy curiously:

"Your kung fu is good, where did you learn it?"

This boy is no more than the age of a high school student, his face is still green, but his skills are solid, not pretentious.

This is hard to come by.

An Qisheng thought to himself that when he was in high school, he was no match for this boy.

This can't be explained by being gifted, it must have been guided by an expert.

"I'm a student of the Shaolin Martial Arts School, and the coach is a Shaolin monk, Shi Xinlong..."

Su Jie replied.

"Shi Xinlong..."

An Qisheng thought about it and got an impression.

Because of his ability to fall into a dream, he has collected some information on the masters of Daxuan and even the world's martial arts world.

This Shi Xinlong is a master of Shaolin monks, one of the facades of contemporary Shaolin, and is said to be a master of Huajin.

However, Su Jie called Shi Xinlong a coach instead of a master. Obviously, Shi Xinlong couldn't give him much.

The source of his kung fu is probably someone else.

But he didn't ask any more questions, turned around and pointed to the dark room:

"The kidnappers are just part-time jobs of these people. Their main job is tomb robbers. There are all the cultural relics they stole. After I leave, you just call the police, and you don't have to hide my affairs."

An Qisheng gave an order, but he was not in the mood to linger.

With a movement of his feet, he has already left the house.

"you......."

The young man took a few steps and chased out of the house:

"Benefactor, what's your name?"

However, in the darkness of the night, there was already no one left.

"Su Jie, please help me."

In the room, the girl looked at the corpses all over the place, her face turned pale and her legs were weak:

"I, I'm afraid..."

"Oh."

Su Jie agreed and reluctantly looked at An Qisheng who had long disappeared in the night.

It's a pity that such a master can't ask for advice.

......

"That Su Jie..."

In the darkness of the night, An Qisheng kept walking, but the boy's appearance appeared in his heart.

He had a strange feeling in his heart.

This boy ~www.wuxiahere.com~ seems a little unusual.

But he didn't know what caught his attention.

"Perhaps I'm thinking too much. With tens of billions of Xuanxing people, it's normal to have a few geniuses..."

The thought flashed by.

An Qisheng's feet were a little faster, running like a dragon in the night, with a height of ten or twenty meters between the ups and downs.

The night scenes on both sides retreated.

After running for more than an hour, he came to the main road, reached out and intercepted a car, and took the car into the city.

By the time he returned to the hotel next to the train station, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Huh!"

After calming down a bit, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly spread out the yellowish ancient book in his hand.

"Wang Yangming..."

An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes were half closed, and his ability was activated.

hum~

From the angle of view, the ancient characters radiated radiant light, as if they had come to life, they were entangled with each other like a big net.

In the blink of an eye, the viewing angle is closer, the big net gradually changes, and a picture scroll unfolds.

The night falls, the moon is as cool as water, the ancient city is quiet, the old house is quiet, the wind blows the branches...

In the study, the lights are like beans, and people are reflected on the window paper...

Wang Yangming.....

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and his vision became extremely clear, as if his spirit traveled through time and space and came to the picture scroll.

huh~

At this moment, in the study, the figure who was sitting at the desk straightened up and looked out the window.

Through the window paper, An Qisheng seemed to see those warm and bright eyes.

"A guest is welcome..."

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