There are no traces of cultural relics in this room except for a coma girl in one corner.

"Where are the cultural relics?"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed and he had already started hypnosis.

His hypnosis attainment is already extremely high, and he is naturally able to deal with a person who is scared by him.

"Things are in the dark room in the yard"

The tomb robber looked dull and muttered to himself.

"darkroom?"

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

Once the force is released, his entire brain is turned into a mess, and he cannot die again.

Then he moved, came to the wall, kicked away the two corpses sitting in rows, knocked on the mechanism, and the wall cracked and revealed a large dark hole.

Huh ~

An Qisheng walked in.

This dark room is not big, with an open space of about four or five square meters. On a dilapidated mattress, many cultural relics are placed in a mess.

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

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and he could already feel the books that were emitting a strong spiritual imprint in the silk book.

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

The papers of these ancient books have a faint rotten smell, and there are large shadows formed by moisture.

"Broken"

An Qisheng frowned.

These ancient books are very damaged, the handwriting on the first book is a little blurred, and the spiritual imprints on it are all disintegrated.

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

This ancient book is also the only one among them that has not been damaged, and there is not much decay on it.

When you open the yellowed book, many of the handwritings on it have faded, but you can vaguely see the handsome and refreshing spirit of his master in the ink and the masculine spirit that has been there for a long time.

Text carries the truth.

Between the lines, An Qisheng seemed to see a middle-aged man with a clear face swaying under the swaying fire of a bean. He wrote a letter to his friends and talked about his current problems.

Turning to the last page, there is the words "Essay for Friends, Wang Shouren".

"It's really Wang Yangming's handwritten book"

An Qisheng held the book in his hand and took a deep breath.

Without falling into a dream immediately, An Qisheng held Wang Yangming's essay in his hand and turned around and walked out of the dark room.

Huh ~

The air flow blew, and as soon as he stepped out of the dark room, he punched him in front of him.

An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged. He raised his palm lightly, opened the arm of the visitor, landed on his chest, and pushed it gently, and the visitor turned into a rolling gourd.

"Su Jie!"

With a bit of weak scream, the girl who was unconscious before staggered and stood up, holding the boy who could not stand even when he was fighting on the ground.

"Tingting run!"

The boy's face turned pale.

The person who came out of this dark room was definitely a master. Just by touching his hands, his body seemed to be over with electricity.

The qi and blood were all broken up.

"Su Jie? The name is good."

An Qisheng walked out of the dark room and smiled:

"But, it's a bit bad for you to attack your life-savior?"

This young man has good kung fu, but if he hadn't taken action this time.

He is definitely going to die at the hands of this group of tomb robbers.

Although he was not saving him purposefully, it is naturally not an exaggeration to say that he is savior.

"Savior?"

The boy's face was stunned.

Feeling that my hands and feet had recovered a little strength, I stood up and bowed respectfully:

"It turned out that you rescued me. I thought this group of kidnappers had unevenly divided the spoils and had internal strife."

He also heard the riots upstairs before, but he was very nervous at that time. The night was very fast and he didn't see anything happened.

When he settled the people below, he saw such a tragic scene in the room. He suddenly felt like a frightened cat. He heard the sound of footsteps and took action without thinking.

“No need to explain that much.”

An Qisheng waved his hand and looked at the boy with curiosity:

"You have good kung fu, where can I learn it?"

At most, this boy is at a high school age. His face is still young and his hands are very solid, not a scheming.

This is very rare.

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

This cannot be explained by talent, it must be guided by experts.

"I am a student from Shaolin Martial Arts School, and the coach is a Shaolin Martial Arts Monk, Shi Xinlong"

Su Jie replied.

"Shi Xinlong"

An Qisheng thought about it and got an impression.

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

Shi Xinlong is a master of the Shaolin martial monks, one of the contemporary Shaolin facades, and is said to be a master of Huajin.

However, Su Jie called Shi Xinlong the coach rather than master, and it was obvious that Shi Xinlong could not give him much.

The source of his kung fu is afraid that there is someone else.

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

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

An Qisheng ordered, but he was not in the mood to stay.

With a move under his feet, he had already left the house.

"you"

The boy walked a few steps and chased out of the house:

"Benefactor, what's your name?"

But I saw that there were no figures in the night.

"Su Jie, please help me."

In the room, the girl looked at the corpse all over the floor, her face suddenly turned pale and her legs became soft:

"I, I'm scared"

"oh."

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

It's a pity that such a master cannot ask for advice.

"That Su Jie"

In the night, An Qisheng's feet kept coming, but the boy appeared in his heart.

There was something strange in his heart.

This boy seemed a little unusual.

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

"Maybe I'm thinking too much. Xuanxing has 10 billion people, and it's normal to have a few geniuses."

Thoughts flashed.

An Qisheng's feet were a little faster, running like a dragon in the night, with a fluctuation of more than ten or twenty meters.

The night view on both sides retreated.

After running for more than an hour, he arrived on the main road, reached out to intercept a car, and took a car into the city.

When he returned to the hotel next to the train station, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening.

"call!"

After calming his breath for a moment, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly spread the yellow ancient book in his hand.

"Wang Yangming"

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

Buzz ~

From the perspective, ancient characters emit a radiant light, as if they came alive, coiled and entangled with each other, like a big net.

In a blink of an eye, the perspective became closer, and the big net gradually changed and evolved into a scroll of painting spread out.

The night falls, the moon is as cool as water, the ancient city is quiet, the old house is quiet, the wind blows the branches

In the study, the lights are like beans, and shadows are reflected on the window paper

Wang Yangming

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

Huh ~

At this moment, in the study, the figure who was writing in a desk stood up and looked out the window.

Through the window paper, An Qisheng seemed to see those warm and bright eyes.
Chapter completed!