Chapter 1 The Imprisonment

Having been grounded for three months, Wang Anfeng was released and immediately dragged his buddy Li Yan from Modu to Hancheng by plane, then transferred to a train to Xingcheng.

Li Yan was glaring at him when he made the phone call.

"...Wait for me at the train station, I'll be right there."

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

Xingcheng doesn't have an airport, so the train station is usually crowded, and even more so in early spring.

It took An Qisheng a while to find Wang Anfeng and his friend in the crowd.

"You, you're An Qisheng?"

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

The man was wearing a white martial arts uniform, had a crew cut, deep eyes, and a figure that was not burly, but tall and well-proportioned.

If his features hadn't remained the same, Wang Anfeng would not have believed that this was An Qisheng.

"Get in the car."

An Qisheng smiled and opened the car door.

"An, your health...seems to have improved?"

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

When they met more than four months ago, An Qisheng was so thin that he would have fallen over in the wind, and was very weak.

In just four months, An Qisheng had changed so much?

Wasn't he said to have a terminal illness and wouldn't live for more than a year?

"Much better."

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

"That's good."

Li Yan said, glaring at Wang Anfeng again.

And this guy dared to say that he wouldn't live past this year? He looks much stronger than you!

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

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

"Actually, I had already booked a plane ticket from Hancheng to Modu, but since you're here, it saves me the trouble."

An Qisheng saw through their intentions.

They just knew that he had a terminal illness and wouldn't live for more than a year, and seeing that he hadn't left after four months, they were afraid that he would die.

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

"We were too anxious..."

Li Yan smiled wryly.

"I heard that your family still runs a martial arts gym. Are we going there?"

Wang Anfeng was a little embarrassed and changed the subject.

"The martial arts gym is closed. The equipment is all in the suburbs now, and I've been living there recently."

An Qisheng said casually.

When he was a child, An Jianzhong ran a martial arts gym, but after he got sick, An Jianzhong closed the gym and took him around to seek medical treatment.

After returning from seeking medical treatment, there were not many people in the martial arts gym, and it was impossible to continue running it.

All the facilities are in the villa in the suburbs.

"That's a pity."

Li Yan shook his head.

"There's nothing to regret. We can't teach the real stuff anyway, so there's no need to mislead people."

An Qisheng's driving skills were good. He drove through several streets and returned to the suburbs.

In recent years, the environment in Xingcheng has become worse and worse. The air in the city is very bad, so the villa area in the suburbs has emerged.

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

"Teaching boxing is not something that can be done overnight. You must be tired from your journey, so rest for a while first."

In the living room, after pouring a cup of tea for Li Yan and Wang Anfeng, An Qisheng walked to the kitchen. The medicinal diet he had prepared was just about ready to eat.

"What's this smell?"

Wang Anfeng covered his nose, looking disgusted.

"Is this the medicinal diet from the training camp?"

Li Yan frowned, smelling the strong herbal scent.

"That's right, this is summarized from those seven recipes, suitable for my own physique."

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

"You summarized it yourself?"

Li Yan's eyes widened.

In the military training camp, each medicinal diet is summarized by artificial intelligence according to the individual's physique, and the amount and type are strictly controlled.

You can summarize this yourself?

Do you think you are artificial intelligence?

"This taste is amazing."

Wang Anfeng endured the urge to vomit and gave a thumbs up.

Being able to eat this stuff is really not an ordinary person.

"You'll taste it in the second half of this year."

Li Yan glanced at him.

"No way, I won't eat this stuff even if you kill me! Apart from the different nutritional effects, what's the difference between this thing and s**t?"

Wang Anfeng shuddered as if he had been electrocuted, shaking his head like a rattle.

The corners of An Qisheng's mouth twitched. This kid really needs a beating.

"Hehe."

Li Yan sneered: "Go tell that to your second sister if you have the guts."

"In short, I won't eat it!"

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth.

An Qisheng ate a large bowl slowly and leisurely before taking a look at Wang Anfeng:

"Even if you want to eat it, there's none for you here!"

Besides being unpalatable, this medicinal diet is also expensive.

In the past four months, he has spent more than two million on this medicinal diet alone, averaging nearly 20,000 a day!

A small half of his liquid funds were invested in this.

"Poor scholars, rich martial artists" is not just a saying.

"Who cares?"

Wang Anfeng muttered in a low voice.

"An, medicinal diets can't be eaten randomly. Are you sure you're okay?"

Li Yan couldn't help but remind him.

All medicines have some toxicity. The medicinal diet in the training camp is supervised by artificial intelligence, which monitors and adjusts the dosage in real time. An Qisheng doesn't have this condition.

"It probably won't kill me. Anyway, it can't get any worse."

An Qisheng scooped another large bowl.

He has a Baodan Grandmaster for comparison, so he naturally knows the good and bad in his heart, but there is no need to tell Li Yan and the others.

Thinking of An Qisheng's terminal illness, Li Yan stopped trying to persuade him.

"Alright, Senior Wang, come with me. I'll teach you Baji Quan." (Eight Extremities Fist)

After eating all the medicinal diet, An Qisheng got up and walked to the yard.

"Okay."

Wang Anfeng had been waiting for these words and immediately followed him.

Li Yan shook his head and went upstairs to his room.

He had no interest in Baji Quan.

"Baji Quan, also known as 'open door Baji', 'center Baji' and other sayings, emphasizes close-quarters combat, using three-section body techniques to control opponents, known for its bravery, vigor, and explosive force. There are two routes of boxing. One is called Baji Small Frame, the other is called Baji Big Frame..."

In the courtyard, An Qisheng demonstrated Baji Quan for Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng is a descendant of Grandmaster Wang Honglin. Although much of the essence of Baji Quan has been lost, he still has some foundation, making it easier for An Qisheng to teach.

In just half a month, Wang Anfeng's Baji stance was already quite decent.

At the same time, An Qisheng discovered that while teaching Wang Anfeng Baji Quan, he also had to adjust his own mindset to that of a beginner.

This actually had considerable benefits for his own boxing.

"This is the principle of reviewing the old and knowing the new. Many things that I thought I had completely mastered, I actually hadn't fully mastered, and there are still many shortcomings."

Looking at Wang Anfeng, who was practicing the Baji stance diligently in the courtyard, a trace of understanding arose in An Qisheng's heart.

At this moment, An Qisheng's brow suddenly felt numb.

"Not good!"

An Qisheng's eyelids twitched wildly, and with a strong step, he flipped over and jumped out.

*Pfft!*

Almost the instant An Qisheng jumped out, the vase behind him suddenly burst open.

"That's a gun!"