Zhutian Avenue

"Look at the Lord, there is nothing you can do about Anjus' illness?"

I watched the silhouette disappearing under the steps, the little Taoist could not help looking at Li Qingyuan.

"There is no way for big hospitals, what can the old way do? An Xiaoyou himself knows this, but he is unwilling."

The old Taoist priest put his hands in his sleeves and looked calm.

医术 同 拳法.

If Ruo said that there are the most masters in the Daxuan Army, then the doctors with the best medical skills are naturally in the major hospitals.

There are only a few thousand people who have been treated in his life. The doctors in a large hospital, who have been treated in a year, have far exceeded.

It's not just the gap between instruments and drugs.

If you are not really desperate, why would you want to find a way in the folk.

"Isn't that the Angus ..."

The little Taoist priest has some pity.

"Life and death are in heaven, fate is fickle, no matter who it is, there must be such a day."

The old Taoist sighed and turned to Taoist Temple:

"Instead of seeking longevity, it is better to grasp the present, and leave no regrets in life."

"without regret......"

Xiao Taoist glanced at the foot of the mountain where he could no longer see the figure, and suddenly exclaimed:

"Lord, I want to go down the mountain!"

........

Although there are still many ideas to try, An Qisheng did not try immediately, his body is not enough to make him toss continuously.

After taking down Tianlian Mountain, when it came to the nearest city to Tianlian Mountain, the sky was already dim, and the afterglow of the sunset was scattered among the high-rise buildings, which was then covered by the lighting.

Xuan Xuanxing doesn't have the brilliant technology of the previous earth in An Qisheng's dream, but it is also gorgeous enough.

Looking into the sky, the high-rise buildings shone with lights, towering in the night.

Over the past year, An Qisheng has been traveling among many temples and gods. At this time, he decided to end his journey and return to the bustling city.

The 300-year-old Daxuan not only contains overseas culture, but also retains the ancient charm of 300 years of history.

The ancient temple, coexisting high-rise buildings, black clothes, suits.

I didn't stay in this strange city. An Qisheng took a taxi and went straight to the train station. Soon after, he got on the home train.

"Son, are you coming back?"

小心 The mother's careful joy came from the mobile phone.

"Well, it will be here today. Mom, don't worry, go to bed early."

Luan Qisheng felt a little uncomfortable.

父母 Since his terminal illness was detected, his parents have been careful to accommodate him.

I leave school, you, travel, and you.

"There are many people on the train, take care of yourself, and go home safely. Mom will make you your favorite hairy crab, braised pork ..."

Listening to the whispering voice on the phone, An Qisheng couldn't help but half-close his eyes, covering his tears.

If you are so embarrassed, it ’s really ..... not enough.

"Little brother."

I just hung up the phone, and a middle-aged man with a suitcase came forward, and took out the ticket as a gesture.

Lu Anqi got up. He didn't buy a ticket.

The middle-aged man is ready to salute, sit well, and smiles sincerely: "Where is the little brother?"

"Xingshi people."

Wu Anqi replied, without much talk.

"Little brother is also from Xingshi, I am from Cangshi."

The middle-aged man saw that An Qisheng didn't talk about it, and he said a word without saying much.

顾 Take out the phone and take a look at the cached video.

Luan Qisheng swept away Yu Guang, a newly released movie about the deeds of a generation of strangers Gu Changfeng three hundred years ago.

"Oh! This kind of divine drama."

A young man across from him glanced at the screen. At this moment, the screen played the role of Gu Changfeng's protagonist and killed the Quartet.

"In the current film and television industry, what can we do besides consuming our patriotic feelings and insulting our IQ?"

"What do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man took off his headphones and looked at the young man, his face was a little unsightly.

"Is not it?"

The young man didn't care about his companion's whispering, and his voice increased again:

"I also admire Mr. Gu as a person, but is this bottomless deification really worthy of Mr. Sacrifice?"

"enough!"

The middle-aged man's face sank, with a touch of anger:

"You don't know Mr. Gu, you don't know martial arts!"

"You don't understand modern weapons!"

The youth did not budge:

"I ’m afraid that your knowledge of modern weapons is only in the anti-Japanese theatrical drama. Do you know how fast a bullet can fire? Do you know that a powerful gun can cut people in two?"

或许 "Maybe you think that sentiment prevails over everything? With sentiment, the world is invincible?"

"you!"

Middle-aged people turned red.

The controversy between the two people attracted the attractiveness of the whole car from the mobile phone, and some people picked up the mobile phone and started recording video.

The controversy between martial arts and modern weapons has always been the focus of Da Xuanren.

随着 Although the martial arts faction has long since receded with the development of science and technology, the debate has never stopped.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu was the first in boxing, but wasn't he still dead under a spear cannon and a plane?"

The young man was unreasonable, and his words were as sharp as a knife:

"Now it's ridiculous that Mr. Blows the tank and tears up the tank by himself."

"Hoo!"

The middle-aged man's chest was undulating, and the flushing on his face slowly disappeared:

"You say I don't care about the others, you say Mr. Gu, then I must teach you what martial arts is."

"Oh? Do you still want to hit me?"

The young man suddenly stood up:

"Come and come, my Wang Anfeng is still afraid that you will not succeed?"

"it is good!"

The middle-aged man nodded and got up.

"Ugh."

Wu Anqisheng sighed, reached out and held the middle-aged man's wrist:

"Brother, you can think of it, it is illegal to fight, to disrupt the order of trains, to be detained. If you beat him here, you will be in the detention center."

Although his boxing skills disappeared a lot with his weakness, his eyesight improved.

虽然 Although this middle-aged person is thin, but his bones are strong and his hands are full of thick calluses, it is obviously that the foreign boxing is quite hot. UU Reading at www.uukanshu.com

The two really started to play. The young man named Wang Anfeng, except for his voice, was afraid that other parts of his body could not do anything.

"Wang Anfeng, you have a neurosis, what do you want to do ?! Tell me, how many times have I been with you in the detention center?"

The young fellow's companion got angry too, and took Wang Anfeng's hand:

"Lao Tzu will make you a jerk!"

Xuan Daxuanwu is very strong, but at the same time, the law and order are also very strict. Once a fight occurs, no matter whether it is right or wrong, all must be detained.

"Li Yan, let go of me!"

King Anfeng was yelled by his companion and also had some imagination. He was pressed by his companion on the seat, and his voice was loud, but there was no real struggle.

"I....."

The middle-aged man bit his teeth and hesitated.

"It's been a hard year abroad, and it's almost Chinese New Year. Think about your children."

Wu Anqisheng patted his shoulder:

"It's not old to be brave and fierce, what is it to fight with a child?"

Is he a child?

The middle-aged man twitched his mouth, and your face was much tenderer than him.

"This big brother is sorry, my friend is too impulsive."

Li Yan smiled bitterly for his companion.

The middle-aged man loosened his fist and put on the headset again without looking at Wang Anfeng.

孩子 "Child?"

King Anfeng hummed twice and gave An Qisheng a glance, but in the eyes of his companion's fire, he still put up.

The carriages were all crowded without seeing it.

Luan Qisheng naturally didn't bother to care about Wang Anfeng and leaned on his seat. Yu Guang swept the screen of the middle-aged man's phone.

At this point, the movie is over. On the black screen, the stories of a generation of stranger Gu Changfeng are scrolling.

And year of birth and death.