Chapter 1 Wang Yangming's Handwriting

Wang Yangming, originally named Wang Shouren, courtesy name Bo'an, and also known as Yangming, was the greatest synthesizer of ancient Idealist Philosophy.

His philosophy of mind was widely spread and had a profound influence on later generations.

Later generations called him the foremost figure of all time and the last sage of Da Xuan.

An Qisheng had heard countless stories about him in his previous and current lives.

Yangming Mountain, where Xue Zheng was located, was renamed in memory of this sage.

It is said that this Mr. Yangming was also a Grandmaster whose skills had reached perfection. It was said that when he was practicing his skills, he let out a long roar that caused a mutiny.

Could this sage, who has been passed down for a long time and is respected by the world, be one of the few who have crossed that threshold in Xue Zheng's mouth?

His handwriting...

An Qisheng's eyes darkened, and he became interested.

"The tomb owner is said to be a friend of Mr. Yangming and has preserved the master's handwriting. Unfortunately, it was stolen by this group of tomb robbers!"

Zhou Guolin sighed:

"I hope this batch of cultural relics will not be destroyed by them before they are caught."

The tomb robbers don't know how to protect the things in the ancient tomb at all. I don't know how many precious cultural relics have been destroyed by these tomb robbers.

"Since they want to smuggle cultural relics, they should keep them well."

An Qisheng comforted him.

"I hope so."

Zhou Guolin shook his head slightly.

Many of the things stolen from the tomb were ancient books. Ancient books are not like ceramics, copper, and iron. They can be easily destroyed if they are not properly preserved.

While the two were talking, the train arrived at the station.

Zhou Guolin got up and said goodbye to An Qisheng, then turned around and was about to take Shan Yi off the train.

Shan Yi's eyes became more and more resentful as he looked at An Qisheng.

"Be a good person in your next life."

An Qisheng patted Shan Yi on the shoulder with a faint smile.

Silently, a strand of energy penetrated into his body.

"You, what did you do?"

Shan Yi felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes turned red.

"A gift for you."

An Qisheng replied lightly.

Shan Yi will inevitably be given a peanut when he is taken away, but just in case, he still sent a secret force to destroy his heart and blood vessels.

He will not die immediately, but if he dares to fight with others again, his heart will definitely rupture under the eruption of Qi and blood.

"What are you looking at!"

An enforcement officer pulled on the handcuffs and dragged Shan Yi away.

"Wang Yangming's handwriting..."

An Qisheng tapped the table with his finger, lost in thought.

As early as when he knew that he could enter the dream of a deceased Grandmaster through the handwriting left by his predecessors as a medium, he had the idea of ​​collecting ancient books.

First, the antique industry has always been deep.

The handwriting left by a true Grandmaster is priceless. It is either passed down in the hands of his descendants or in the hands of an unknown collector.

Ordinary people can't get in touch with it at all.

Secondly, apart from those few real Grandmasters in ancient times, the boxing skills are more comprehensive and systematic now.

But this time I happened to encounter it, so I can't miss it.

Zhou Guolin can't find the whereabouts of that batch of cultural relics, it doesn't mean he can't find it either...

With a thought, in his perspective, the mental imprint representing Shan Yi has slowly emerged.

"Enter Shan Yi's dream..."

.......

In the dream, there are no secrets.

An Qisheng easily found the place where Shan Yi's accomplices were hiding.

"It's actually in Nan Province. No wonder those gunmen didn't get any information last time. It doesn't take long to get from Nan Province to Bei Province, even if you don't take the highway."

In just a moment, An Qisheng learned the hiding place of the gang of tomb robbers.

"This gang of tomb robbers is raised by Shan Zhuang, and their activity range is only in Nan Province and nearby provinces such as Bei Province. That's right, these provinces have a long history, especially Nan Province, which is one of the provinces with the longest history in Da Xuan..."

After confirming the hiding place of the tomb robbers, An Qisheng picked up his luggage and returned to the carriage.

After sitting for three or four more stops, he got off the train ahead of time.

After getting off the train, he was not in a hurry. He first found a hotel near the train station to put down his luggage, and then booked a train ticket for the next day.

Then he only took the bag containing the Bigu Dan (Pigu Dan, grain-avoidance pills) and went out to find a car.

Luo City, with a history of thousands of years, is one of the birthplaces of Da Xuan civilization, the starting point of the ancient Silk Road, and many feudal dynasties once established their capitals here.

Luo City is a tourist city with many ancient cities and a strong atmosphere.

The taxi shuttled through the streets of Luo City, and soon left the urban area.

"Let's stop here."

An Qisheng casually found a place to get off.

There are many surveillance cameras in the city, and the flow of people is also very dense, which is not conducive to the hiding and trading of tomb robbers. Therefore, those tomb robbers are hiding in the mountainous area near Luo City.

There was no one or car around.

An Qisheng darted away and went down the avenue. His footsteps were swift, and as he ran, the scenery on both sides brushed backward.

Although he had only entered Huajin (Transformation Realm) for only two months, An Qisheng's body training progressed very quickly. With the success of his Heng Lian (External training) skills, his physical strength has improved a lot.

Running in this wilderness is faster than an off-road vehicle.

In just half an hour, the nearby road could no longer be seen, and looking up, he could see the mountains in the distance.

People were gradually becoming scarce, and the sky was gradually darkening.

"According to what I know from entering Shan Yi's dream, the den of tomb robbers is outside that small mountain village. It is said that there is also a large tomb in that mountain. They plan to enter the mountain when Shan Yi comes back. They shouldn't have left yet..."

An Qisheng's eyesight is very good, and he can already see the small mountain village not far from the mountains from a distance.

At this time, it was not completely dark, so he was not in a hurry to take action.

He casually found a piece of grass, sat down cross-legged, and began to recover his strength.

Although there are no masters in the gang of tomb robbers, Shan Zhuang provides some privately made firearms.

Although his physical exertion was not great, he still wanted to recover a little for the sake of stability.

Hoo~

Hiss~

An Qisheng sat cross-legged, multitasking, observing himself while recovering himself.

His breathing was uneven, and each breath was very long, and the air flow stirred up blew the nearby grass, like a breeze blowing.

In the abdomen, which is invisible to the naked eye, his intestines and stomach are constantly蠕动 (蠕动, peristalsis), accelerating the digestion of Bigu Dan.

After entering Huajin, his control over Jin (劲, internal force) has become much stronger, and his internal organ digestion ability has also improved.

Night fell, and the moonlight was as cool as water.

An Qisheng got up and gradually approached the mountain village by the moonlight.

The mountain village is very small, with only dozens of households. Under the night, faint lights can be seen.

This mountain village is close to the mountains and forests, unlike the city where there are street lights everywhere. Although the crescent moon hangs high, the visibility is also very low.

With the roar of the wind and the movement of trees, there is really a trace of darkness.

Running in the wind.

His body rises and falls like a horse, but his feet are not raised high, and he moves forward on the grass like a snake, but his speed is not slow, and each step is more than ten meters.

Under this night, if someone accidentally saw it, they would probably think they had seen a ghost.

"This gang of tomb robbers is very vigilant. They raise a lot of wolf dogs. They are let loose every night. Dogs are much more sensitive than people. Even well-trained enforcers will be discovered if they are not careful..."

An Qisheng lowered his body and grabbed a handful of gravel in his hand.

Then he slowly approached the two-story rural building not far away.

Swoosh!

Taking two steps forward, An Qisheng raised his arm, tightened his index finger, and flicked out a stone.

In the bushes a few meters away, a large wolfhound raised its head vigilantly, and the stone just hit its eye.

How powerful is An Qisheng's hand strength? He can turn ordinary people into severe concussions with a tap on the forehead. The dog 'whimpered' and fell to the ground.

Whoosh!

After shooting the dog to death, An Qisheng sped up his pace, taking three steps in two, and had already rushed to the wall.

He put his ear close and heard the sound of breathing in the house.

"There are thirteen people in total, two old and weak, ten adults with strong breathing, and one very slight, seems to be in a coma, breathing with pain, seems to have been abused..."

An Qisheng frowned. Does this group of people also kidnap?

"Woof woof woof!"

While An Qisheng was listening carefully, suddenly the dogs barked loudly!