"Please come in."

An Qisheng reacted and smiled bitterly and welcomed Wang Zhixuan into the house.

Then he poured two cups of tea and handed it to Wang Zhixuan:

"I haven't been here for a long time. If you don't have any hospitality, please don't be surprised by Dr. Wang."

"I don't drink tea, pour me a cup of water."

Wang Zhixuan took off her sunglasses, leaned on the sofa and said.

An Qisheng went to change her another cup of water, and then she took it:

“I have never drunk any drinks except water since I was a child.”

"oh."

An Qisheng is not surprised, but many people who learn martial arts have quirks.

There are Liu Xian who is so cold and cold, and there are also Feng Mingtao who is so clean, so it is not strange not to drink tea.

"Dr. Wang, what do you mean by God?"

An Qisheng put down the teacup and asked.

"Your boxing skills are beautiful, and you have to be more standard than many old boxers, but you don't look like a warrior."

Wang Zhixuan took a sip of water, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes stabbed An Qisheng like a knife:

"Practicing boxing requires not only diligence, but also immersed in it."

"The so-called god of boxing is your personal mark. There are many people who practice Gumen Xinyiquan, but Mr. Gu does not have a second one, and no one can produce Gumen Xinyiquan."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly:

"Only if you have your own boxing technique that is clearly marked by yourself is your own boxing. Otherwise, no matter how similar you learn, it is not your own thing."

"Own brand"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

I remembered Wang Honglin. Wang Honglin's Bajiquan reached its peak, and each punch and kick seemed to have the momentum of mountains and rivers falling, and the earth and land sinking.

On Wudang Mountain, Taoist Juechen stepped out his fist, like the Thunder God's punishment, and was fierce and domineering.

These are the gods in the boxing?

What about the god in Mulong City’s fist?

"What was your original intention of practicing boxing?"

Wang Zhixuan didn't stop and continued to ask questions.

"Original Intention"

An Qisheng fell into deep thought.

In his previous life, he learned boxing. At first, he wanted to protect himself and not be bullied by gangsters outside the school. Later, he gradually made money by this.

In this life, he was unwilling to abandon his boxing skills in his previous life, and focused more on how to make money.

What really made him regain his boxing skills was because it might cure his illness.

An Qisheng fell into deep thought, and Wang Zhixuan was not in a hurry. He took out his nail clipper and slowly trimmed his nails.

After thinking for a long time, An Qisheng raised his head:

"It should be to survive."

"Kung Fu cannot keep you alive, will you still learn it?"

Wang Zhixuan asked again.

"Maybe, or it may not."

An Qisheng nodded and shook his head again.

"The great Xuanwu wind is extremely strong, but most people still don't want to learn kung fu, either because of hardship, fatigue, poverty, or because of feeling useless."

"No one is born to love Kung Fu. Kung Fu boxing is favored because it is useful, and it is no different from other tools."

Wang Zhixuan flicked his nails:

"You didn't lie to me, that's great."

"You can deceive you, but you can't deceive yourself."

An Qisheng held the teacup and drank it lightly, and the bitter taste flowed into his throat.

"It doesn't matter what your original intention of learning boxing is, and it doesn't matter whether it is changed or not. What's important is to engrave your brand in your boxing skills and implement your beliefs unswervingly."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly:

"If you want to live, what if others don't let you live?"

Don't let me live?

An Qisheng lowered his eyes, as if many scenes flashed through his mind.

In the past life, in Daxuan, the people living on this land are the most hard-working.

They are very simple to live, and can endure oppression, endure material and spiritual emptiness.

But whoever wants them to survive?

Whether it is the landlords, gentry, emperors, generals, or even earthquakes and natural disasters, they must fight to the end!

It seemed that in just a moment, An Qisheng raised his head again, and there seemed to be a light in his calm eyes getting brighter and brighter:

"Whoever doesn't let me live, I will let anyone die!"

"very good!"

Wang Zhixuan snapped her fingers with a "slap":

"Remember what you feel at this moment. Every punch you will have to have the determination and will to fight for your destiny to heaven!"

"you!"

As Wang Zhixuan's fingers sounded, An Qisheng's body shook and stood up, his face looked very bad:

"You hypnotized me?!"

"Your mental power is indeed extraordinary, and I almost can't hypnotize you."

Wang Zhixuan took out a tissue and wiped the sweat that oozed from her forehead:

"Hypnotizing you is even more tiring than beating a single dealer to death!"

Wang Zhixuan was a little surprised.

Her hypnosis has been applauding, taking steps and taking action from outside the courtyard. Until now, it has been laid for a long time, but she has almost been broken free by An Qisheng.

"Then I want to thank you."

An Qisheng sat down slowly.

Although he was not hurt, the feeling of being hypnotized suddenly was definitely not wonderful.

"You have strong mental power and hypnosis has not achieved the expected effect, which is a pity."

Wang Zhixuan didn't care about An Qisheng's attitude, and said slowly:

"I didn't believe it when I heard about it from Master Juechen. Now it seems that you are indeed a genius. If you can find the god in the fist, you will have the hope of holding the pill."

It is rare for a person born with divine power, and it is even more rare for someone who is different from ordinary people.

The former has a great advantage in the early stage of learning martial arts, while the latter, although it is not obvious in the early stage, has a much greater effect than the former.

"Master Juechen"

An Qisheng took a deep breath and picked up the teacup:

"If Dr. Wang has nothing to do, I will practice boxing. I will repay you for your kindness today's guidance."

"Is it going to drive people away?"

Wang Zhixuan snorted lightly, stood up, and glanced at An Qisheng:

"You are not happy if you want me to hypnotize people from all over the world to Xuanjing?"

"Just don't like it."

An Qisheng stood up.

He had some understanding of hypnosis. Unless he reached the level of Mulong City, hypnosis generally would not cause any danger.

But people who are hypnotizing are likely to reveal some of their secrets.

Although Wang Zhixuan has good intentions, it is not very acceptable to people like him who have many secrets in their hearts.

"It's up to you whether you like it or not."

Wang Zhixuan shook her windbreaker and put on her sunglasses, and pushed open the door.

When An Qisheng went out, Wang Zhixuan had already walked into the wind and snow.

It seemed that she knew that An Qisheng would follow him, and from afar, her voice came:

"In a few days, I have a mission, please accompany me!"

"This woman"

An Qisheng rubbed his eyebrows.

Although I don’t like being hypnotized, I can’t help but repay this kind of kindness.

However, he always has to pay back this hypnosis.

An Qisheng walked into the yard.

At this time, the wind and snow were still heavy, but he seemed to be unaware of it, and his heart kept replaying the scene that appeared before when Wang Zhixuan was hypnotizing:
Chapter completed!