"The Lord Guan, isn't even you able to do anything about Mr. An's illness?"

Looking at the figure gradually disappearing under the steps, the little Taoist priest couldn't help looking at Li Qingyuan.

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

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

Medical skills are the same as boxing techniques.

If the Daxuan Army has the most masters, then the doctors with the most skilled medical skills are naturally in major hospitals.

There are only a few thousand people he has been treated in his life. There are far more doctors from a large hospital and doctors in a year.

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

If it weren't for real despair, how could he hope to find a solution among the people?

"Wouldn't Mr. An..."

The little Taoist priest had some mercy.

"Life and death are in heaven, fate is impermanent, no matter who it is, you have to have such a day."

The old Taoist priest sighed and turned toward the Taoist temple:

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

"No regrets..."

The little Taoist priest glanced at the foot of the mountain where there was no sign of the figure, and suddenly said loudly:

"Seeing Master, I want to go down the mountain!"

...........

Although there were still many ideas to try, An Qisheng still did not try it immediately. His body was not enough to make him struggle continuously.

When I went down Tianlian Mountain and came to the city closest to Tianlian Mountain, the sky had dimmed, and the afterglow of the sunset was scattered among the tall buildings, and was immediately covered by the lights.

Xuanxing is not as brilliant as the earth's technology in An Qisheng's previous life in his dream, but it is also gorgeous enough.

Looking into the eyes, the tall buildings with shining lights are lined up, towering in the night.

Over the past year, An Qisheng has been traveling among many temples and mountains. At this time, he decided to end his journey and return to prosperity, which makes him feel a little like a different world.

The three hundred years of great mystery not only embraces overseas culture, but also retains the ancient charm of three hundred years of history.

Ancient temples, tall buildings exist together, mysterious clothes and suits.

Without staying in this strange city, Anqisheng took a taxi and headed straight to the train station. Soon after, he got on the train home.

"Son, are you coming back?"

The mother's careful joy came from the phone.

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

An Qisheng felt a little uncomfortable.

Since he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his parents have always been cautious in accepting him.

It is up to you to leave school, travel, and you to do it.

"There are many people on the train, take good care of yourself and just go home safely. Mom makes your favorite hairy crabs and braised pork..."

Listening to the nagging sounds on the other end of the phone, An Qisheng couldn't help but close his eyes halfway to cover the tears.

If you are so long-winded, you really... can't hear enough.

"Little brother."

Just after hanging up the phone, a middle-aged man with a suitcase came near and took out his ticket and signaled.

Anqi stood up and he didn't buy window tickets.

The middle-aged man gave his greetings and sat down. He smiled happily and said, "Where are you from little brother?"

"Nation from Xing City."

An Qisheng replied, "I didn't talk much about it."

"My little brother is also from Xing City, I am from Cang City."

The middle-aged man saw that An Qisheng was not interested, so he replied without saying anything.

Take out your phone and turn on the cached video to look.

An Qisheng's aftermath was swept away. It was a newly released movie, telling the story of Gu Changfeng, a strange man three hundred years ago.

"Swish! It's this kind of magic drama again."

A young man on the opposite side glanced at the screen. At this time, the screen was the scene where the protagonist who played Gu Changfeng was killing all directions. He couldn't help but sneer:

"What else can we do in the film and television industry today besides consuming our patriotism over and over again and insulting our IQ?"

"What do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man took off his headphones and looked at the young man with a bad look.

"Isn't it?"

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

"I also admire Mr. Gu's character very much, but is this deification that has no bottom line really worthy of Mr. Gu's sacrifice?"

"Enough!"

The middle-aged man's face darkened, with a hint of anger:

"You don't understand Mr. Gu at all, and you don't understand martial arts!"

"You don't understand modern weapons!"

The young man does not give in:

"Your understanding of modern weapons is probably only in the anti-Japanese drama. Do you know how fast the bullet fires? Do you know that one powerful gun can shoot people in two pieces?"

"Maybe you think that having feelings overwhelms everything? If having feelings, the world will be invincible?"

"you!"

The middle-aged man's face turned red.

The two people's argument attracted the attraction of the entire car from their mobile phones, and some people even picked up their mobile phones and started recording videos.

The debate between martial arts and modern weapons has always been the most concerned point of Daxuan people.

Although the martial arts school has long declined in the debate with the development of science and technology, this debate has never stopped.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu was the best in boxing skills, but he died under the spear and cannon and the plane fired? This has long said everything!"

The young man is unforgivable and his words are as sharp as a knife:

"Now Mr. Fu tear up the tanks with his hands and joins the army alone. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"call!"

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

"I don't care about the rest. If you say Mr. Gu, then I have to teach you what martial arts is."

"Oh? You still want to hit me?"

The young man stood up suddenly:

"Come on, I, Wang Anfeng, are you afraid that you will not succeed?"

"good!"

The middle-aged man nodded and was about to get up.

"well."

An Qisheng sighed and reached out to hold the middle-aged man's wrist:

"Brother, you have thought that fighting is illegal and you will be detained if you disrupt the order of the train. If you beat him here, you will have to celebrate the New Year in the detention center."

Although his boxing skills disappeared a lot with his weak body, his eyesight still improved.

Although this middle-aged man is thin, his muscles and bones are strong and his hands are covered with thick calluses. It is obvious that external martial arts are of considerable speed.

When the two of them really started to fight, the young man named Wang Anfeng would not have any effect except his throat.

"Wang Anfeng, you are crazy, what do you want to do?! Tell me, how many times have I accompanied you into the detention center?!"

The young companion also became popular and grabbed Wang Anfeng's hand:

"I'll let you bastard die sooner or later!"

The great Xuanwu style is extremely strong, but at the same time, the public security is extremely strict. Once a fight occurs, everyone will be detained regardless of whether it is right or wrong.

"Li Yan, please let me go!"

Wang Anfeng was a little guilty when he was yelled by his companion. He was pressed on his seat by his companion. His voice was loud, but he didn't really struggle.
To be continued...