Zhutian Avenue

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

"Where are the cultural relics?"

Luan Qisheng's eyes were frozen and hypnosis had begun.

His hypnotic accomplishments are already extremely high. To deal with a person who has been scared of his courage, it is natural to catch it.

东西 "Stuff, in the dark room in the yard ..."

The tomb robber looked dull, staring blankly at An Qisheng's eyes, muttering to himself.

"Darkroom?"

Lu Anqisheng took a step forward, his index finger was on the eyebrow of the grave robber.

He spit it out, turning his entire brain into a mess, and the dead can't die anymore.

Xun then moved, came to the wall, kicked the two corpses sitting in rows, and moved the organ, the wall cracked to reveal a large black hole.

Purr ~

Luan Qisheng walked in.

暗 This dark room is not large, only about four or five square meters of open space. On top of a worn mattress, many cultural relics are placed in a disorderly manner.

Porcelain pottery, bronze ware, various coins, and some puppet books, ancient books, sheepskin rolls.

With an eye movement, Zhe Anqisheng already felt the books, exuding several books with a strong spiritual imprint.

Wu Anqisheng reached out and took those books.

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

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

Jian Anqi frowned.

古 The damage to these ancient books is not small. The handwriting on the first one is a little fuzzy, and the spiritual imprints on it are scattered.

Wu Anqisheng put down the most damaged books, leaving only one in his hand.

This ancient book is also the only one that has not been damaged, and does not even have much decay.

Opened the yellowish scroll, many of the handwritings on it had faded, but it was faintly seen that the master's good spirit and the spirit of the masculinity that still existed after a long time.

The obituary is set out.

Between the lines of the words, An Qisheng seemed to see the candlelight swaying, and a middle-aged man with a clear face was at his desk, telling friends about the current disadvantages.

Turned to the last page, there is a word [Gift from friends, Wang Shouren].

"Really Wang Yangming's handwriting ..."

Qi Anqisheng held the handwritten book and took a deep breath.

He did not immediately dream, An Qisheng took Wang Yangming's essay in his hand and turned out of the dark room.

Purr ~

The air was blowing, and as soon as he stepped out of the dark room, he was hit with a punch.

She Anqisheng's face remained unchanged, her palms were lifted slightly, she opened her arms, fell on his chest, and gently pushed them, and they became a rolling gourd.

"Su Jie!"

With a bit of weak exclaiming voice, the unconscious girl stood up and supported the young man who couldn't stand on the ground.

"Tingting, run!"

The teenager was pale.

的 The person coming out of this dark room is definitely a big master, but just with a little hand, his body looks like electricity.

This is all qi and blood were scattered.

"Su Jie? Good name."

Lu Anqisheng walked out of the dark room and smiled:

不过 "However, you are not good at saving life benefactors?"

少年 This boy is good at kung fu, but if he didn't do it this time.

He is going to die in the hands of the robbers.

Although He did not deliberately save him, it would not be too much to save his life.

"Salvation?"

The teenager's face went blank.

I felt a bit of strength in my hands and feet, stood up, and saluted respectfully:

"It turned out that you saved me, I thought the kidnappers were not evenly distributed, and they started to quarrel ..."

He heard the riots upstairs before, but at that time he was very tense, An Qisheng moved fast at night, and he didn't see what happened.

When he settled down the people below, he saw such a terrible sight in the room. The man looked like a frightened cat, heard the footsteps, and shot without thinking.

"You don't have to explain that much."

Luan Qisheng waved his hands, and looked curiously at the boy:

"Your martial arts are good. Where did you learn?"

最多 At best, this young man is only a senior high school student, his face is unshaven, but his kung fu is very solid, not fancy.

It's hard to come by.

Wu Anqi was arrogant. When he was in high school, he was not as good as this boy.

This is not something that can be explained by talent, but it must be the guidance of an expert.

"I am a student of Shaolin Wushu, my coach is a Shaolin monk, Shi Xinlong ..."

Sujie replied.

"Shi Xinlong ..."

Qi Anqisheng thought for a while and got an impression.

Because of his dreaming ability, he has collected some master materials of Daxuan and even the world martial arts.

释 This Shi Xinlong is a master of the Shaolin Monk regiment, one of the facades of contemporary Shaolin, and is said to be a master of energy.

However, Su Jie called Shi Xinlong as a coach instead of a master. Obviously, Shi Xinlong could not give him much.

来源 His source of kung fu, I am afraid of others.

But he didn't ask much, turned and pointed to the dark room:

"The kidnappers are just part-time jobs for these people. Their main job is grave robbers. All of them are stolen cultural relics. After I leave, you call the police and you don't have to hide my affairs."

Wu Anqisheng commanded, there was no mood to stay.

She stomped out of the house.

"you......."

The young man quickly walked out of the house:

"Benefactor, what's your name?"

I saw that in the night, the figure was long gone.

"Su Jie, help me."

In the room, the girl looked at the body of a place, her face became pale, her legs were soft:

"I, I'm afraid ..."

"Oh."

Wu Sujie promised, watching Yi Qisheng, who had disappeared in the night, reluctantly.

I am so sorry that such a master can't ask for advice myself.

Uh ...

"That Su Jie ..."

In the night, An Qisheng kept at his feet, but the appearance of the boy appeared in his heart.

有些 Some strange feelings in his heart.

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

But I don't know where it caught his attention.

"Maybe I think too much. There are 10 billion people in Xuanxing. It's normal to have a few geniuses ..."

Thoughts flashed by.

At the foot of Lu Anqi was a little faster, running like a dragon in the night, the undulations were ten or twenty meters.

夜 The night scenes on both sides 唰 唰 back.

After walking for more than an hour, he came to the road, reached out and intercepted a car, and entered the city by car.

Waiting for him to return to the hotel next to the train station, it is already more than eleven in the evening.

"Hoo!"

He calmed down a bit, and sat down on the bed, spreading out the yellowish book in his hands.

"Wang Yangming ..."

As soon as Qi Anqisheng's heart moved, her eyes were half closed, and her ability was activated.

Humming ~

In the perspective of Yan, each ancient word exudes the light of surplus, as if living, entangled with each other, like a large net.

Instantly, the angle of view is closer, the big net gradually changes, and a picture rolls out.

The night is falling, the moon is cold like water, the ancient city is quiet, the old house is quiet, the wind blows the branches ........

In the study, the lights were like beans, and the figure was reflected on the window paper ...

王 阳明 .......

As soon as Qi Anqisheng thought, her sight became extremely clear, as if she had traveled through time and space and came to the picture.

Purr ~

At this moment, in the study, the figure of the desk sickness stood up and looked out the window.

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

"You are welcome, welcome! ......"