Pei Tu Gou
Chapter 6 Ming, An, Hua, Dan, Gang, Shen!
In the Xingcheng Garden District, in the An family's three-story house, An Qi'sheng's father, An Jianzhong, was intently watching television.
The sofa seemed a little small under his burly frame.
*Click*
With the sound of a key turning in the lock, An Jianzhong's body trembled.
Pushing open the door, An Qi'sheng glanced at the brightly lit kitchen and said in a low voice, "Dad, Mom, I'm home."
At half past two in the morning, his house was the only one with lights on in the entire villa district.
"It's good to be back."
An Jianzhong got up and took his son's suitcase, placing it to the side. Looking at his increasingly thin son, whose waist was not even as thick as his own leg, his eyes turned red.
An Qi'sheng's father was tall, nearly six foot three, with a burly figure due to years of martial arts practice, a true North China tough guy.
"Qiqi is back?"
With a cry of surprise, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron rushed out of the kitchen.
"Mom."
An Qi'sheng had a bit of a headache, "I'm already so old, and you still call me Qiqi..."
"Qiqi, you've lost weight again."
An Qi'sheng's mother's hands trembled, and tears streamed down her face.
Although she had seen her son in videos throughout the year, seeing him so thin in person was still incredibly heartbreaking.
"It's not easy for our son to come back once, what's with all the crying!"
An Jianzhong glared, he couldn't stand this the most:
"Go make food quickly, the boy must be hungry."
"Qiqi, Mom will go make food, you and your dad sit down for a while."
An Qi'sheng's mother wiped away her tears and went into the kitchen.
"Dad, how have you and Mom been doing lately?"
An Qi'sheng sat on the sofa, pressed the remote control, and the paused news began to play again.
"We're doing fine."
An Jianzhong casually picked up an orange and handed it to his son:
"Don't worry about us, has your condition not worsened? I heard people say that a hospital in York City, Golden Eagle Country, seems to have had cases like yours, why don't we go take a look?"
"No need to go, I know my illness."
An Qi'sheng peeled the orange, his expression calm:
"Let me spend the rest of this time with you."
So-called terminal illnesses come in two types: one is motor neuron disease, cancer, and other diseases that are temporarily insurmountable, and the other is rare and intractable diseases, commonly known as strange diseases.
These types of diseases may not be more difficult to treat than the former, but they are very rare. His disease, for example, was so rare that doctors were discussing naming rights with him.
No precedent, no cure, no experience, no cause found.
Even staying in the best military hospital in Da Xuan, those best doctors could only watch him grow weaker day by day, helpless.
There seemed to be a black hole in his body, and no amount of nourishment could keep up with the loss.
In just one short year, he had lost more than thirty pounds, becoming emaciated.
According to that doctor, in at most another year, he would become a skeleton.
"That's good too, the Golden Eagle Country hasn't been peaceful lately, it seems like they suffered a terrorist attack..."
An Jianzhong sighed inwardly, feeling powerless.
In the past, even when facing the most heinous criminals, he had never felt so powerless.
As the father and son fell silent, the atmosphere in the house became heavy, with only the news continuing to broadcast on television.
"Terrorist attack? Weren't the bearded guys all killed?"
An Qi'sheng pretended to be curious, breaking the silence.
"Didn't the news say yesterday that the Goddess statue in the Golden Eagle Country disappeared? Although it was later denied as fake news, someone photographed a large-scale armed conflict in the Freeport of York, with more than a dozen planes crashing."
An Jianzhong picked up the remote control and pressed it, the screen jumping to the previously broadcast news:
"However, this has not been acknowledged by the Golden Eagle Country."
An Qi'sheng looked over, and saw smoke and dust billowing on the shaking screen, the land overturned, and the wreckage of planes faintly visible:
"The Golden Eagle Country has always considered itself the world's police, this kind of thing happening this time, the retaliation must be terrible, whatever organization it is, they're in trouble."
The Golden Eagle Country has suffered quite a few terrorist attacks, but the fact that this one caused so much damage and casualties surprised An Qi'sheng a bit.
"Yeah, no organization has come out to admit it yet, it's obvious they all know how terrible the retaliation will be."
An Jianzhong nodded.
The Golden Eagle Country and Da Xuan are known as the two poles of the world, separated by the ocean, and no other small country or force can be their opponent.
Any terrorist organization that jumps out will be crushed to death.
"Old An, the food is ready, aren't you coming to bring the dishes?"
An Qi'sheng's mother called from the kitchen.
"Coming!"
An Jianzhong pressed down on his son, who was about to get up, and strode into the kitchen.
Braised crab, braised pork, ribs, beef soup, the dishes were not only rich but also plentiful.
"Qiqi, eat more."
An Qi'sheng's mother placed a rib on An Qi'sheng's plate, "You've become so thin."
"Mom, I can do it myself."
Looking at the full bowl of dishes, An Qi'sheng smiled wryly and picked up his chopsticks.
His appetite was already very large, even larger than his father's, who practiced martial arts year-round, and after getting sick, his appetite increased even more.
He could eat the amount of food that an ordinary person would eat in three days in one meal.
Before long, he had swept away the food.
"Go to bed early, the martial arts expo is starting tomorrow, let your dad take you to see it."
In the bedroom, An Qi'sheng's mother made the bed for An Qi'sheng, urging him to go to sleep quickly.
"Martial arts expo?"
An Qi'sheng's heart stirred.
The martial spirit of Da Xuan is quite strong, far surpassing that of his previous life. The Martial Arts Association holds a national expo every year to introduce the development of martial arts in Da Xuan and display the cultural relics left by predecessors.
He just didn't expect it to be Xingcheng's turn.
"I understand, you should go to sleep too."
Seeing An Qi'sheng's mother off, An Qi'sheng lay on the bed, still pondering the ability he had awakened.
Along the way, he had thought about it for a long time.
He felt that it wasn't that he couldn't see Gu Changfeng's past, but that he lacked the necessary medium.
As for the required medium.
Gu Changfeng died in the flames of war, without even a body. He could only focus on the things he had left behind.
He had originally planned to take some time after returning home to go to the Modu Martial Arts Museum to look for it.
The opening of this martial arts expo was perfectly timed.
As the number one martial artist in three hundred years, Gu Changfeng's status in the Da Xuan martial arts world goes without saying.
The martial arts expo would naturally revolve around him.
"Qiqi, you're still not asleep!"
An Qi'sheng's mother's knock on the door interrupted An Qi'sheng's thoughts.
"I'm going to sleep now."
Turning off the light, An Qi'sheng naturally assumed the Zhelong Sleeping Dan Gong posture and quickly fell asleep.
.......
The next morning, An Qi'sheng woke up on time, and followed his father as he drove towards the martial arts expo.
"It is impossible to verify when martial arts originated, but the true establishment of the martial arts system was three hundred years ago, after Mr. Gu created the Central Martial Arts Hall and exchanged fist techniques from various schools with martial arts masters, it was finally determined and has been used to this day."
During the red light, An Jianzhong opened his mouth and said:
"The six realms of fist techniques: Ming, An, Hua, Dan, Gang, Shen!"