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He was imprisoned for three months. As soon as Wang Anfeng was released, he immediately pulled on the dead party Li Yan, took a plane from Modu to Hancheng, and then transferred to Xingcheng by train.

When he called, Li Yan was squinting at him.

"... you're waiting at the train station, I'll be right away."

An Qisheng hung up the phone and drove to the train station.

There is no airport in Xingcheng, the train station is crowded during weekdays, and there are naturally more people in early spring.

Luan Qisheng searched for a while before finding Wang Anfeng in the crowd.

"You, are you An Qisheng?"

Wang Wang Anfeng looked at the person, surprised.

Tan Lai people was wearing white martial arts uniforms, with an inch, and his eyes were deep and deep. Although he was not a burly figure, he was slender and well-formed.

If it ’s not that the five senses haven't changed, Wang Anfeng can't believe this is An Qisheng.

"Get in the car."

Qi Anqisheng smiled and opened the door.

"An Xuedi's body ... seems to be improving?"

After getting into the car, Li Yan looked strangely at An Qisheng.

几 When a few people met more than four months ago, An Qi was thin and fell without saying the wind blows.

In just four months, An Qi has actually undergone such a big change?

Isn't he terminally ill, can't he live a year?

"much better."

Lu Anqisheng didn't say much, just hit the steering wheel and headed towards the suburbs.

"That's good."

Li Yan said and stared at Wang Anfeng again.

That ’s it, dare you say you ca n’t live this year? Looks much stronger than your body!

Wang Anfeng is also a little confused, is it a misdiagnosis?

I knew this, and they would not rush to Xingcheng.

"In fact, I have already booked a flight ticket from Hancheng to Modu, but since you are here, it will save me."

Luan Qisheng watched the fire as they came.

Nothing more than knowing that he had only one year of terminal illness, seeing that he had not left in four months, fearing that he would die.

Alas, this is just human nature and there is nothing to say.

"It's our anxiety ..."

Li Yan smiled bitterly.

听说 "I heard that your home is still in the martial arts. Is this going to the martial arts?"

Wang Anfeng was a little embarrassed and switched the subject.

"The martial arts hall closed down. The equipment is now in the suburbs. I have lived there recently."

An Qisheng said casually.

When he was young, An Jianzhong opened a martial arts hall, but after he got sick, An Jianzhong closed the martial arts hall and took him around for medical treatment.

After I came back for medical treatment, there were not many people in the martial arts.

The first-aid facilities are in villas in the suburbs.

"It's a pity."

Li Yan shook his head.

"It's no pity, the real thing can't be taught, there is no need to mistake people."

Luan Qisheng had good car skills, crossed a few street intersections, and returned to the suburbs.

In recent years, the environment of Xingcheng has become worse and worse, the air in the city is very poor, and the suburban villa areas have emerged as the times require.

The villa area is deep in trees and has a good environment, suitable for living.

"Teaching boxing doesn't happen overnight. You work hard all the way, take a break first."

里 In the living room, he poured a cup of tea for Li Yan and An Qisheng walked to the kitchen. The medicine he cooked was just ready to eat.

"What's this smell?"

Wang Anfeng covered his nose and looked disgusted.

"Is this a medicated diet in a training camp?"

Li Yan frowned, smelling the strong smell of herbs.

不错 "Yes, this is a summary of those seven recipes, a medicated diet suitable for my own constitution."

Luan Qisheng put down the medicine pot and simmered a large bowl first.

"You summarize it yourself?"

Li Yan's eyes widened.

In the military training camp, each medicated diet is summarized by artificial intelligence according to the individual's physical fitness. The weight and type are strictly controlled.

Can this be summed up by myself?

Do you think you are artificial intelligence?

"This smell is terrible."

Wang Anfeng forced his vomiting and gave his thumbs up.

I can't eat this thing, it's really not ordinary people.

"You will also taste it in the second half of this year."

Li Yan glanced at him.

"Don't go, I won't eat this thing if I kill it! In addition to different nutritional effects, what's the difference between this thing and shit?"

Wang Anfeng shook like an electric shock and shook his head like a rattle.

With a twitch at the corner of An Ansheng's mouth, the child was really flat.

"Ha ha."

Li Yan will sneer: "If you have the skills, tell your second sister."

"In short, I will not eat!"

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth.

Luan Qisheng chewed slowly and ate a large bowl before taking a slow look at Wang Anfeng:

"You want to eat, there is no portion for you here!"

除了 In addition to being unpalatable, this medicated meal is expensive.

For the past four months, he has spent more than 2 million on this medicated diet alone, and on average it is close to 20,000 a day!

小 A little over half of his working capital hit here.

It is not just talking about the poor and the rich.

"Who is rare?"

Wang Anfeng muttered quietly.

"Brother An Xue, you can't eat medicated meals. Are you really OK?"

Li Yan could not help reminding.

Is a three-point drug poisoning. The medicated diet in the training camp is controlled by artificial intelligence. Real-time monitoring and adjustment of the amount are not possible for An Qisheng.

"It's probably undead, and it's not much worse anyway."

Luan Qisheng sipped another large bowl.

He had a master Baodan as a comparison. Naturally, he knew well, but he didn't need to tell Li Yan them ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Thinking of An Qisheng's terminal illness, Li Yan no longer advised.

"Well, Master Wang, follow me, I will teach you eight pole boxing."

After eating all the medicated food, An Qi got up and walked to the yard.

"okay."

Wang Anfeng waited for this sentence long ago, and immediately followed him.

Li Yan shook his head and went upstairs to the room.

He has no interest in Bajiquan.

"Baijiquan, and there are also open-door baji, center baji and other statements. They pay attention to getting in and making moves. Frame, said eight great frame ... "

In the courtyard, An Qisheng performed eight pole punches for Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng is the descendant of Grandmaster Wang Honglin. Although the essence of Bajiquan is lost a lot, there are also some foundations. An Qisheng teaches a lot.

Only half a month before and after the death, Wang Anfeng's octopus rack has looked like a decent look.

At the same time, An Qisheng found that while passing Wang Anfeng's eight pole fist, his own mentality must also be adjusted to the perspective of beginners.

He also has a lot of benefits for his own boxing.

"This is the reason for learning new things and learning new things. Many things that I think I have fully grasped are actually not completely grasped, and there are still many shortcomings."

I watched Wang Anfeng, who worked **** the eight-pole rack in the courtyard, and An Qisheng's heart rose up.

At this moment, An Qisheng's brows suddenly became numb.

"not good!"

Yan Anqisheng's eyelids leaped wildly, and with a strong foot, he rolled over and jumped out.

Huh!

Almost the moment An Qisheng jumped out, the vase behind him burst suddenly.

"This is a gun!"