After being jailed for three months, Wang Anfeng immediately pulled his best friend Li Yan and took a plane from the Magic City to Handan City, and then took a train to Xingcheng.

When he was calling, Li Yan was staring at him squintly.

"...You are waiting at the train station, I'll come right away."

An Qisheng hung up the phone and drove to the train station.

There is no airport in Xingcheng, and the train station is crowded on weekdays, so there are naturally more people in early spring.

An Qisheng searched for a long time before finding Wang Anfeng and the others in the crowd.

"You, are you An Qisheng?"

Wang Anfeng looked at the person who came and was a little surprised.

The person who came was wearing a white martial arts uniform, with a buzz cut, deep eyes, and although his figure was not as strong, he was slender and well-proportioned.

If it weren't for the fact that his facial features had not changed, Wang Anfeng wouldn't believe that this was An Qisheng.

"Get in the car."

An Qisheng smiled and opened the car door.

"Senior Brother An's body... seems to have improved?"

After getting in the car, Li Yan looked at An Qisheng with a strange look.

When the few people met more than four months ago, An Qisheng was so thin that he fell down when the wind blew, and he was very weak.

In just over four months, An Qisheng has undergone such a big change?

Didn’t you say that you have a terminal illness and can’t live for a year?

“It’s much better.”

An Qisheng didn't say much, just turned the steering wheel and headed towards the suburbs.

"That's good."

Li Yan said this and glared at Wang Anfeng again.

Just like that, I dare say that I can’t live this year? It looks much stronger than your body!

Wang Anfeng was also a little confused. Could it be that he was a misdiagnosis?

If they had known this, they wouldn't have rushed to Xingcheng.

"Actually, I have booked a flight ticket from Handan City to the Magic City, but since you are here, it will save me some trouble."

An Qisheng was as insightful as to the purpose of the two.

It's just that he knew that he had a terminal illness and lived for only one year. He hadn't set off for four months, and was afraid that he would die.

However, this is also human nature and there is nothing to say.

"We are anxious..."

Li Yan smiled bitterly.

"I heard that your house still has a martial arts hall. Is this going to the martial arts hall?"

Wang Anfeng was a little embarrassed and changed the topic.

"The martial arts hall has closed down, and the equipment is now in the suburbs, and I have lived there recently."

An Qisheng said casually.

When he was a child, An Jianzhong opened a martial arts school, but since he got sick, An Jianzhong closed the martial arts school and took him to seek medical treatment everywhere.

After that, when I came back from seeking medical treatment, there were not many people in the martial arts hall and I couldn't continue to open it.

All facilities are in villas in the suburbs.

"That's a pity."

Li Yan shook his head.

"It's no pity. You can't teach real things, so there's no need to mislead people's children."

An Qisheng has good driving skills, and he crossed several street intersections and returned to the suburbs.

In recent years, the environment in Xingcheng has become worse and worse, and the air in the city is very poor, so villa areas in the suburbs have emerged.

The villa area has deep trees and a good environment, making it suitable for living.

"Teaching boxing is not a matter of overnight. You can work hard all the way, so take a rest first."

In the living room, I poured a cup of tea for Li Yan and the others. An Qisheng walked towards the kitchen. The medicinal food he made was just enough to eat.

"What does this taste like?"

Wang Anfeng covered his nose with disgust.

"Is this the medicinal food for the training camp?"

Li Yan frowned and smelled the strong herbs.

"Yes, this is a medicinal meal that is summarized from those seven recipes, suitable for my own physique."

An Qisheng put down the medicine pot and scooped up a large bowl first.

"You sum it up yourself?"

Li Yan widened his eyes.

In the military training camp, each medicinal meal is summarized by artificial intelligence based on different physical constitutions. The amount and types are strictly controlled.

Can this be summarized by yourself?

Do you think you are artificial intelligence?

"This taste is amazing."

Wang Anfeng suppressed the desire to vomit and gave a thumbs up.

Those who can eat this thing are really not ordinary people.

"You will also taste it in the second half of this year."

Li Yan glanced at him.

"If you don't go, I won't eat this thing if I beat you to death! Apart from the different nutritional effects, what's the difference between this thing and shit?"

Wang Anfeng shook like an electric shock and shook his head like a rattle.

An Qisheng's mouth twitched, and the child was really ungrateful.

"hehe."

Li Yan would sneer: "If you have the ability, tell your second sister."

"Anyway, I won't eat it!"

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth.

An Qisheng chewed carefully and ate a big bowl, then he slowly looked at Wang Anfeng:

"You want to eat, but there is no portion you can eat here!"

In addition to being unpalatable, there is another word for this medicinal food, which is expensive.

In the past four months, he spent more than 2 million on this medicinal food alone, and on average, it was nearly 20,000 a day!

A small half of his working capital has been smashed here.

It’s not just a saying that poor literature and wealthy martial arts are rich.

"Who cares about it?"

Wang Anfeng muttered in a low voice.

"Senior Brother An, you can't eat medicinal food indiscriminately. Is it really okay for you to do this?"

Li Yan couldn't help but remind him.

It is a medicine that is three parts poisonous. The training camp's medicinal food artificial intelligence checks, real-time monitoring, and adjustment of portions. An Qisheng does not have this condition.

"It probably won't kill anyone, no matter how bad it is, it's not that bad."

An Qisheng scooped up another big bowl.

He had a comparison between Master Baodan, so he knew the good or bad, but there was no need to tell Li Yan and the others.

Thinking of An Qisheng's terminal illness, Li Yan no longer advised him.

"Okay, Senior Wang, follow me, I will teach you Bajiquan."

After taking all the medicinal food, An Qisheng stood up and walked towards the yard.

"Okay."

Wang Anfeng had been waiting for this sentence for a long time and immediately followed him with a gaze.

Li Yan shook his head and went upstairs to return to the room.
To be continued...