Great Dao Ji

Wang Yangming, whose real name is Wang Shouren, also known as Bo'an and nicknamed Yangming, is a master of the ancient mind science.

His philosophy of mind spread widely and had a profound influence on later generations.

Later generations called him the first-class person throughout the ages and the last saint of Daxuan.

An Qisheng has heard countless stories about him in his past and present lives.

Yangmingshan, where Xue Zheng lives, was renamed in memory of this saint.

It is said that Mr. Yangming is also a great master in the practice of martial arts. He once let out a long roar while practicing, causing a roar in the camp.

Could this saint, who has been handed down for a long time and respected by the world, be one of the few people who have crossed the threshold mentioned by Xue Zheng?

his handwriting

An Qisheng's eyes darkened, and he became interested.

"The owner of the tomb is said to be a good friend of Mr. Yangming, and he keeps his handwriting. Unfortunately, it was stolen by this group of tomb robbers!"

Zhou Guolin sighed:

"I hope this batch of cultural relics will not be destroyed by them before they are caught."

These tomb robbers didn't know how to protect the things in the ancient tombs. I don't know how many precious cultural relics were destroyed by these tomb robbers.

"Since they want to smuggle cultural relics, they should preserve them well."

An Qisheng comforted him.

"I hope so."

Zhou Guolin shook his head slightly.

Many of the stolen tombs contained ancient books. Ancient books were no better than ceramics, copper and iron, and could easily be destroyed if they were not well preserved.

While the two were talking, the train arrived at the station.

Zhou Guolin stood up and said goodbye to An Qisheng, then turned around to push Shan Yi out of the car.

Shan Yi looked at An Qisheng with more and more resentment.

"Be a good person in your next life."

An Qisheng patted Shan Yi on the shoulder with a faint smile.

Silently, a ray of energy sank into his body.

"You, what did you do?"

Shan Yi felt his heart hurt and his eyes turned red.

"A gift for you."

An Qisheng replied lightly.

When Shan Yi was taken away, there must be a peanut waiting for him, but just in case, a secret force was sent to destroy his heart and blood vessels.

He won't die immediately, but if he dares to fight with others, his heart will definitely rupture due to the strong energy and blood.

"What are you looking at!"

The law enforcement team members pulled the handcuffs and pulled Shan Yi away.

"Wang Yangming's handwriting"

An Qisheng tapped his fingers on the table, thoughtfully.

As early as when he knew that he could enter the dreams of long-dead masters through the handwriting left by his predecessors as a medium, he had the idea of ​​collecting ancient books.

For one thing, the antique industry has always been in trouble.

The handwriting left by a real great master is all valuable but not marketable. It is either passed down in the hands of his descendants or in the hands of unknown collectors.

It is simply out of reach of others.

The second is that, except for the few real great masters in ancient times, when it comes to boxing and kung fu, it is now more comprehensive and more systematic.

But this time I happened to encounter it, so I couldn’t miss it.

Zhou Guolin couldn't find the whereabouts of the cultural relics, but it doesn't mean he couldn't find them either.

As soon as his mind moved, in his perspective, the spiritual imprint representing Shan Yi had slowly emerged.

"Dream Shan Yi"

In dreams, there are no secrets.

An Qisheng easily found the place where Shan Yi's friends were hiding.

"It's actually in Southern Province. No wonder the last time those gunmen attacked, neither Wang Anfeng nor Wang Anfeng got the information. It won't take long to get from Southern Province to Northern Province even if you don't take the expressway."

In just a few moments, An Qisheng found the hiding place of the tomb robbers.

"This group of tomb robbers is raised in a single village, and their activities are only in Southern Province, Northern Province and other nearby provinces. Yes, these provinces have a long history, especially Southern Province, which has the longest history in Daxuan One of the provinces”

After identifying the hiding place of the tomb robbers, An Qisheng picked up his luggage and returned to the carriage.

After three or four more stops, I got off the bus early.

After getting off the bus, he was not in a hurry. He first found a hotel near the train station to put his luggage down, and then booked a train ticket for the next day.

Then he just took the bag containing Bigu Dan and went out to find a car.

Luo City has a history of thousands of years. It is one of the origins of Daxuan Civilization and the starting point of the Eastern Silk Road. Many feudal dynasties established their capitals here in ancient times.

Los Angeles is a tourist city with many ancient cities and a strong atmosphere.

The taxi shuttled through the streets of Los Angeles and soon left the city.

"This is it."

An Qisheng randomly found a place to get off the bus.

There are a lot of surveillances in the city and the flow of people is very dense, which is not conducive to the hiding and trading of tomb robbers. Therefore, those tomb robbers are hiding in the mountains near Luo City.

There are no people or cars around.

An Qisheng ran away and was already off the main road. There was wind in his footsteps. As he ran, the road scenery on both sides fell backwards.

Although he had only entered Huajing for just two months, An Qisheng had made rapid progress in polishing his body. As he became more successful in practicing kung fu, his physical strength had made great progress.

Running in this wilderness is faster than an off-road vehicle.

In less than half an hour, the nearby road was no longer visible. Looking up, one could also see the mountains and forests in the distance.

The crowds gradually became fewer and fewer, and the sky gradually became darker.

"As far as Shan Yi knows, the base of the tomb robbers is just outside the small mountain village. It is said that there is a large tomb in the mountain. They plan to wait for Shan Yi to come back and enter the mountain. They should not have left yet."

An Qisheng's eyesight was very good, and he had already seen the small mountain village not far away from the mountains.

It wasn't completely dark yet, so he wasn't in a hurry to do anything.

He found a random piece of grass, sat down cross-legged, and began to recover his strength.

Although there were no masters among the group of tomb robbers, they did have some privately made firearms provided by Shanzhuang.

Although his physical exertion was not great, for the sake of safety, he still wanted to recover a little.

Phew~

Suck~

An Qisheng sat cross-legged, doing two things at once, visualizing himself and recovering himself at the same time.

His breathing was erratic, and each breath was very long. The air flow stirred up the nearby grass, like a breeze.

Invisible to the naked eye, his intestines and stomach were moving continuously to speed up the digestion of Bigu Pill.

After entering the Hua Jin, his control over the energy became much stronger, and his internal organs' digestion ability improved again.

The night is dark and the moon is as cold as water.

An Qisheng stood up and took advantage of the moonlight to gradually approach the mountain village.

The mountain village was very small, with only a few dozen households. Under the night, the lights were faintly visible.

This mountain village is close to the mountains and forests. It is no better than the street lights everywhere in the city. Although the crescent moon hangs high, the visibility is also very low.

With the roar of the wind and the sound of the trees, there is a really dark atmosphere.

Running amidst the sound of wind.

His body rose and fell like a horse, but his feet were not raised high. He moved forward along the grass like a snake, but his speed was not slow. Each step was more than ten meters long.

In this night, if someone accidentally saw it, they might think they saw a ghost.

"This group of tomb robbers is very vigilant. They keep a lot of wolf dogs and let them go at night. Dogs are much sharper than humans. Even well-trained law enforcement officers will be discovered accidentally."

An Qisheng leaned down and grabbed a handful of gravel in his hand.

Then he slowly approached the two-story rural building not far away.

call out!

Taking two steps forward, An Qisheng raised his arm, tightened his index finger and shot out a stone.

In the grass a few meters away, a large wolfdog raised its head alertly, and the stone shot right into its eye.

An Qisheng's hand strength was so strong that he could even inflict a severe concussion on an ordinary person. The dog fell to the grass with a 'whimper'.

call!

After shooting the dog to death, An Qisheng stepped forward faster, taking three steps and then two steps at a time, and he had already reached the wall.

Putting your ear close, you could hear breathing in the room.

"There are thirteen people in total, two are old and weak, ten are in the prime of life, breathing hard, and one is very slight, seems to be in a coma, breathing with pain, seems to have been abused."

An Qisheng frowned, this group of people is also kidnapping part-time?

"Woof woof woof!"

When An Qisheng was listening attentively, suddenly the dog barked loudly!