The three great masters of Daxuan, the Taoist Juechen, did not leave the world, Han Longhua was kept in death for many years, but Xue Zheng entered the world and guided many martial arts skills of his juniors.

At the same time, we are also following the footsteps of our predecessors.

Once upon a time, An Qisheng also learned from him that there was a secret about why the future was over.

But he has a lot of thoughts about this.

Daxuan is an extremely special country above Xuanxing, including martial arts, internal skills, Taoism, flying swords, various schools of thought, and even "qi"...

And things like that have obvious signs of being out of place with the world.

For example, the legend of Peng Zushou for eight hundred years is for many modern people who only think it is a rumor or doubt the correctness of the ancient calendar, but they don’t believe that he really lived eight hundred years.

Even An Qisheng was a little suspicious in his heart.

Until he fell in love with Daqian, he heard about and saw the "Cosmic Transformation".

Of course, no one can live to eight hundred for Xuanxing, but what if he comes from other worlds?

"Wang Honglin" can be replaced, why can't Peng Zu?

This idea had already taken root in his heart when he came back from his dream for a long time. However, there were too many things along the way, and with the fear he had in his heart, he had not tried it for a long time.

It has been dragged to this day.

"Handwritten by the predecessor?"

Xue Zheng's eyes moved, and he was a little surprised, but he didn't ask, just nodded: "Yes, I do have a few handwritten books from the sages, but most of them have nothing to do with practice, they are just simple works, and even casual letters."

Not every master has written works, and what has been passed down may not be related to the practice of boxing.

He collected half of these to commemorate and half to appreciate the spirit of the ancestors.

This is also the reason why Mu Longcheng once went to Wudang Mountain to ask for a handwritten book instead of looking for him.

"Teacher, Brother An, there are so many people here, so let's go up the mountain to talk in detail."

At this time, Jing Xiaolou reminded him.

Practicing martial arts to strengthen your body and cultivate your spirit and temperament. The worst among the people are those with dark energy. Their temperament is outstanding. When they get together, they naturally attract the attention of many people.

Xue Zheng took a look and seemed to have recognized him around him, and nodded:

"Let's talk about it in detail."

"good."

An Qisheng naturally had no objection.

The crowd was fast and without waiting for curious tourists to surround them, they had disappeared on the mountain road.

......

In the Xue family manor.

Xu Hongyun woke up indifferently, and at first he was still a little dazed. When he woke up, he was furious and furious: "White Tiger!"

"alright."

Xue Zheng couldn't listen to this and frowned and interrupted: "I am weak and weak, who can I blame?"

"Xue Laogui, what do you mean?"

Xu Hong was very lucky.

"Literally," Xue Zheng glanced at Xu Hongyun lightly: "You are more than ten years younger than me, and the conditions for learning martial arts are much better than mine. With me, I am three points of diligence, and the White Tiger will not knock you out."

Xu Hongyun's qualifications are not bad, but his mind is more about Feng Shui formations, dabbling in Qimen, and being interested in Mayi's physiognomy. He is too distracted, so it is naturally difficult to achieve any great achievements.

"If you still make trouble, you should follow Yazi when you go back this time!"

Baihu couldn't stand it, and his face darkened.

After hearing the word "yaozi", Xu Hongyun shook his face and sat down.

What he feared most was not the White Tiger or the Green Dragon, but Danhuang and Yazi. If he had an argument with others, he would always be able to avoid being at a disadvantage.

Only these two people really fight.

"Lin Ling, Captain White Tiger, you come to Baodao to find me. Is it related to "Dream of Royal Power"?"

Xue Zheng's eyes were deep, as if he had seen through their thoughts.

"Old Xue is as wise as a torch. We are here to ask Old Xue to come out and help us in the 'Dream of Royal Power'..."

When it comes to serious matters, Baihu's face suddenly became serious.

Since the "gate" descended from the sky, Wang Quan's sword slashed across the sky, and Hengmen Yukong has been more than half a year.

Since that day, the Special Affairs Bureau has attached great importance to the "Dream of the Royal Power" to a very high level. More than 70% of the dreamers in the country have joined the "organization" of the Special Affairs Bureau.

But half a year has passed, and those who were unable to adapt to the environment and were beaten by various tricks in the early stages have gradually grown up.

Because the great Xuan power is great, an atmosphere has been formed for those who dream of the great Xuan.

At first, they secretly tried to win over and suppress them secretly. Later, they were already naked conflicts and murderous attacks.

"The dream of the king is quite similar to Daxuan in ancient times. Although there were some people who died in the early stages of Daxuan's dream, more of them were as tragic as fish in water, and they steadily suppressed the dreamers from all over the world...

Until a few days ago, a master appeared abroad, and many people suffered his losses. More than a dozen masters who went to search for the King Quanjian were killed twice in a row, losing their identity as a dreamer."

Speaking of this, Baihu's face was a little calm: "I don't know the real name of this person. Those who dream of abroad call him 'Truman'. This person's purpose is very clear, and he is also the sword of royal power."

"I seem to have heard of the name 'Truman'."

Xue Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and he recalled: "More than ten years ago, a Westerner came to challenge me. At that time, I had retired and didn't want to fight with others. But this person came to the door. This person's boxing skills were fierce, with traces of the Western Cross Army, and had martial arts. He also had some Jiu-Jitsu and Yoga. He learned a lot, was very skilled, and had very high skills..."

"That should be!"

Baihu slapped the table: "That man's ruthless method. Judging from his movements, he did have traces of yoga and jiu-jitsu, and the traces of killing and fighting techniques in the Western army are also very heavy."

"That man was already Gangjin back then and had strong physical strength. Only Qinglong has seen the Dan Realm Gangjin warriors I have seen over the years. Unfortunately, Qinglong..."

Xue Zheng shook his head and did not continue talking.

In reality, it has been more than five years in dreams. This has been quite a while. For the original foundation of boxing, this period is enough to make a rapid progress.

Whether in the ‘Dream of Royal Power’ or in reality.

However, the population of Xuanxing exceeds 10 billion, but not everyone is a dreamer. Some people are qualified to be a dreamer but cannot be protected. Some people can be protected but cannot be dreamer.

For example, Qinglong...

“You are talking about it.”

Baihu's mouth twitched, and now everyone at the top of the Special Affairs Bureau is a dreamer, but the strongest boss was not.

This is extremely unbearable for people like Qinglong.

"Well, I'll answer you."

After pondering for a while, Xue Zheng nodded and agreed: "The King of Quanjian is of great importance, but it cannot be put into the hands of ambitious people."

He also had doubts.

On the surface, An Qisheng is the world's number one, whether it is reality or dream, why don't the people in the special affairs bureau ask An Qisheng for help, but ask for his own actions...

But he didn't ask. Although the status of the Special Affairs Bureau is not high, some of the secrets are extremely confidential.

"Thank you, Master."

Baihu then breathed a sigh of relief and cared about An Qisheng's whereabouts, but he didn't know why Mr. An came here for.

he......

......

Xue Zheng’s storage is very large and has a lot of storage.

From bronzes to ceramics, from ancient oracle bone inscriptions, to bamboo slips, to yellowed paper classics, from landscape paintings, to casual strokes like graffiti.

It can be said that there are everything.

As soon as he entered it, An Qisheng felt the strong atmosphere of time. Not all of them were genuine, but even imitations, they still had a profound sense of historical precipitation.

"This is where the teacher's collection is located. Most of the items are bought from abroad, and some of them are searched for by our disciples and others to give to the teacher."

Jing Xiaolou waved his hand and asked the disciples who were taking care of the collection to go out and introduced him to An Qisheng.

The bronze ware area, porcelain area, ancient book area, imitation area, various categories, and the collections are protected in good condition.

An Qisheng's eyes closed slightly, feeling the deep breath of history. When he raised his hand, a very well-protected yellowed ancient book had fallen on his palm.

"This is a translation of later generations, and it has a history of more than 700 years since now."

Jing Xiaolou took a look at the book and introduced.

"The estimate is not bad, it is indeed more than 700 years."

An Qisheng glanced at him and saw that he had already seen many words on this ancient book.

The book is written as a great scholar of the generation and is worth reading, but it is just that.

Putting down this ancient book, An Qisheng walked and raised his hand from time to time. Under Jing Xiaolou's gaze, he took out three "ancient books".
To be continued...