Great Dao Ji

Except for a girl who was unconscious in a corner, there was no trace of any cultural relics in this room.

"Where are the cultural relics?"

An Qisheng's eyes condensed, and he began to hypnotize.

His hypnotic attainments were already very high, and it was natural for him to deal with a person who was frightened by him.

"The things are in the dark room in the yard"

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

"Dark room?"

An Qisheng stepped forward and pointed his index finger at the tomb robber's eyebrows.

With a burst of strength, his entire brain was a mess, and he couldn't die any more.

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

Huh~

An Qisheng walked in.

This dark room was not big, with only about four or five square meters of open space. On a worn-out mattress, many cultural relics were placed in a disorderly manner.

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

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and he had already sensed that there were several books in the silk books that exuded strong spiritual imprints.

An Qisheng reached out and took the books in his hands.

The paper of these ancient books had a faint smell of decay, and there were large shadows formed by moisture.

"Damaged"

An Qisheng frowned.

These ancient books were damaged a lot. The handwriting on the first book was a little blurred, and the spiritual imprint on it had collapsed.

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

This ancient book was also the only one that had not been damaged, and there was not even much decay on it.

Opening the yellowed book, many of the handwriting on it had faded, but you could vaguely see the handsomeness of its owner's writing and the vast masculine spirit that had survived the long years.

Literature carries the truth.

Between the lines, An Qisheng seemed to see a middle-aged man with a thin face writing quickly under the flickering candlelight, telling his friends about the current problems.

Turning to the last page, there was a word [Essay for a friend, Wang Shouren].

"It is really Wang Yangming's handwriting"

An Qisheng held the handwriting and took a deep breath.

Without falling asleep immediately, An Qisheng held Wang Yangming's essay in his hand and turned to walk out of the dark room.

Hu~

The air flow blew, and as soon as he stepped out of the dark room, he was hit in the face.

An Qisheng's face did not change, his palm lightly raised, opened the arm of the person who came, landed on his chest, and gently pushed, and the person became a rolling gourd.

"Su Jie!"

With a weak exclamation, the girl who had fainted before staggered to her feet and supported the boy who couldn't even stand up on the ground.

"Tingting, run!"

The boy's face was pale.

The man who came out of the dark room must be a great master. Just a light touch of his hand, his body seemed to be electrified.

This was his qi and blood being dispersed at once.

"Su Jie? Nice name."

An Qisheng walked out of the dark room and smiled:

"But, it's a bit bad for you to attack your savior, isn't it?"

The young man's kung fu is good, but if he hadn't attacked this time.

He would have died in the hands of this group of tomb robbers.

Although he didn't save him on purpose, it's not an exaggeration to say that he is your savior.

"Savior?"

The young man was stunned.

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

"So it was you who saved me. I thought this group of kidnappers had an internal conflict because of the uneven distribution of the spoils."

He also heard the commotion upstairs before, but he was very nervous at the time, and An Qisheng moved quickly in the night, so he didn't see what happened at all.

When he dealt with the people below and came up, he saw such a tragic scene in the house. He was like a frightened cat. Hearing footsteps, he attacked without thinking.

"No need to explain so much."

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

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

The boy was no more than a high school student. His face was still immature, but his kung fu was solid, not fancy.

This was rare.

An Qisheng thought to himself that when he was in high school, he was not as good as this boy.

This could not be explained by talent, but must have been instructed by a master.

"I am a student of Shaolin Martial Arts School, and my coach is Shaolin monk, Shi Xinlong"

Su Jie replied.

"Shi Xinlong"

An Qisheng thought about it and had an impression.

Because of his dream-entering ability, he collected some information about masters in Daxuan and even the world martial arts world.

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

However, Su Jie called Shi Xinlong a coach instead of a master, and it was obvious that Shi Xinlong could not teach him much.

I am afraid that his kung fu came from someone else.

However, he did not ask more questions, turned around and pointed to the dark room:

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

An Qisheng gave an order, and he was not in the mood to stay.

He moved his feet and had already left the house.

"You"

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

"Benefactor, what is your name?"

But he saw that there was no figure in the night.

"Su Jie, help me up."

In the room, the girl looked at the corpses on the ground, her face turned pale, and her legs went limp:

"I, I'm scared"

"Oh."

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

It was a pity that he couldn't ask for advice from such a master.

"That Su Jie"

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

He had some strange feelings in his heart.

This boy seemed a little unusual.

But he didn't know what caught his attention.

"Maybe I think too much. It's normal for Xuanxing to have a few geniuses among the 10 billion people."

The thought flashed through his mind.

An Qisheng's footsteps were faster, running like a dragon in the night, with ups and downs of more than ten or twenty meters.

The night scene on both sides retreated.

After running for more than an hour, he came to the main road, stretched out his hand to stop a car, and took the car into the city.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when he returned to the hotel next to the train station.

"Huh!"

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

"Wang Yangming"

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

Buzz~

In his perspective, the ancient characters emitted a bright light, as if they were alive, entangled with each other, like a big net.

In a flash, the perspective was closer, and the big net gradually changed, evolving into a scroll.

The night fell, the moon was as cool as water, the ancient city was quiet, the old house was quiet, and the wind blew the branches

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

Wang Yangming

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

Huh~

Just then, in the study, the figure who was writing at the desk stood up and looked out the window

Through the window paper, An Qisheng seemed to see a pair of warm and bright eyes.

"It is a great pleasure to welcome a guest."