From Xue Qinshuang's injury to the day of the Great Elder's birthday banquet, there were still five days to go.

And the three-day opportunity that was promised has come to an end.

After a few days, Bailifeng sat on the bluestone on the cliff every day, trying to use the method of swordsman to raise swords, to enhance the connection between himself and Modao, but the Modao was just an ordinary blade, naturally unable to give birth to spirituality, and resonate with the warrior, but between the eyebrows of the young soldier, it gradually gave birth to a little bit of the swordsman's uprightness.

Gong Yu once watched him sit here cross-legged, and watched a full stick of incense.

Immediately, the disciples of Qingfeng Xie were temporarily not allowed to come here to practice swords.

Tuoba Yue, on the other hand, just stayed in the room, practicing the inner strength and mental method found from the Scripture Pavilion.

Although Qingfeng Xie is a sword school, its internal strength and mental method are also the best choice in the entire rivers and lakes, but the girl has never chosen those famous divine classics, but has chosen an internal skill that is not very strong, but does not have too harsh requirements for talent.

After cultivation, it can use rotten wood as a sharp blade to break 3,000 armor.

In the head of the study.

Gong Yu whispered about Baili Feng and Tuoba Yue's recent behavior, and the head Zhu Ling held his forehead with his left hand, put down his pen, and smiled with interest:

"One has a brave heart, but the other can restrain his desires, understand the truth of contentment, and walk on thin ice."

"Both kids are very good."

"As long as the original intention does not change, it should be able to rely on their own practice to cross the middle and third grade dragon gate, but to go further, it depends on their chance."

Gong Yu nodded.

There are many martial artists in the world, but there are very few who can get this evaluation.

The middle three products can volley the void, and those who can enter the middle three products must have their advantages.

Baili Feng was able to do this, in her expectations, from the Fufeng School Palace to the gossip maze array under the mountain, it could be seen that although this young soldier was reckless, he had the temperament of being brave and enterprising, and Tuoba Yue's choice surprised her.

Zhu Ling put down his right hand, but asked again:

"The kid called Wang Anfeng, what has he been doing these days?"

Gong Yu thought about it for a while when she heard this, and then she opened her mouth to tell Wang Anfeng's behavior.

Qingfeng solves Wanjian Mountain.

Before the Pavilion.

A bunch of pebbles were piled together, making a stove shape, stuffed with some branches and bitter firewood, and the wine freely waved out a flame energy and lit it, and inserted a branch on both sides, the branch was forked, and a branch pierced a rather large fish, which was fixed on the forks of these two branches, Wang Anfeng sat on the bluestone next to the stream, his eyes were slightly bright, and his lips were slightly pursed.

The young man's demeanor was serious, as calm and calm as a swordsman with a sword.

Turning the fish with one hand, a small porcelain bottle popped out of the bag on his waist with the other, and the powder was sprinkled on the fish, and with the burning of the flame, the fish gradually emitted an extremely attractive aroma, diffusing in the air.

Opposite the boy sat an old man in sloppy clothes, a woman dressed in white, and a little girl of seven or eight years old, all staring at the grilled fish that gradually turned golden and smelled like a fish.

The wine swallowed hard.

Since a few days ago, he stumbled upon the little guy in front of him who was also a good cook, and he stuck here.

Later, I found out that this kid was able to use medicinal herbs instead of spices, and the food he made was not only poisonous, but also two or three points of tonic, compared to pills, this kind of medicinal food was easier to absorb, and his heart was more and more surprised.

Looking at the young man's technique, watching him spill several drugs on the fish, he recalled in his mind what he had seen in the past two or three days.

Already more than twenty different drugs.

And when Wang Anfeng made a move, he didn't even look at it, obviously he was extremely familiar with the properties of these drugs.

It is normal for a martial artist to know some pharmacology, but Wang Anfeng is both familiar with pharmacology and acupuncture, if he just knows a fur like an ordinary martial artist, he will never believe it.

Which reclusive master taught the students?

The old man was puzzled.

"It's baked."

The young man picked up the grilled fish, took the dagger next to him in his hand, and clasped it upside down in the palm of his hand, although he had not learned how to make this dagger, but he had already seen a hundred martial arts in Tongren Lane.

At first, he was only a Shaolin disciple, but later, somehow, there were many more martial artists from many sects.

Among them, there is a sect wearing blue-purple clothes, with a treacherous temperament, masked and poisonous, quite good at dagger whipping method, extremely vicious, Wang Anfeng and they don't know how many times, although I don't know the core strength of their moves, but the external actions are ten out of ten familiar.

At this time, holding the dagger, it seemed to look the same, and with a shake of his hand, the dagger shook out a string of cold mangs like a peony in full bloom, cut out the grilled fish, and fell into the prepared plate one by one.

In addition to him and Jiu Zizi, there is only the pair of sisters in the Jing Pavilion, although a fish is not very full, it is not very little, and each person gets a small half plate.

Jiu Zizi sandwiched a piece of grilled fish into his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, only felt that the entrance was crispy, but the fish meat was fresh and tender, he walked the world for decades, this fish is not the best taste, but because of the special technique, it is quite a flavor.

Swallowing his stomach, he happened to see Wang Anfeng put the borrowed dagger into the sheath and put it aside, his movements were quite sharp and ruthless, his eyes narrowed slightly, and several names appeared in his mind.

Who exactly?

Since he knew that Wang Anfeng was not a student of the palace, but a book collector, he showed great pleasure in the young man's teacher.

If there is no famous teacher to teach him this kind of martial arts, he will never believe it.

Swordsmanship, medicine, internal strength.

There is also this quite sharp dagger, looking at that appearance, it should be a rather sharp dagger method, which can not only recover the blade, but also contain several changes later, which can be attacked and defended.

Wang Anfeng naturally didn't know what the old man was thinking.

He is now in Qingfeng Jiezhong, he can't go back to Shaolin Temple, because in the past few days, in addition to practicing internal strength every day, he is quite relaxed, but from time to time in his mind he is thinking about the swordsmanship shown by the three foolish swords, every time he has something to gain, but he really picks up the sword, but he is at a loss, and he doesn't know where to start.

The feeling of being absent is really uncomfortable.

Wang Anfeng looked at the grilled fish in his hand, and that feeling appeared in his mind again, his eyes were slightly dazed, and the fish meat was like sword light in his eyes, blocking a small piece of the world, and starting from this, he gradually evolved swordsmanship, becoming more and more distracted, Wang Anfeng held the chopsticks in his hand, and unconsciously slid in the air.

Jiu Zizi rolled his eyes when he saw this.

"It's going to start again."

The chopsticks fell on his plate, but he was empty, but when he was thinking, he had unconsciously finished eating the grilled fish, the old man smashed his mouth, quite a little unfinished, his eyes fell on the little girl and the woman next to him, the two vigilantly protected their grilled fish, shrunk back, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

Jiu Zizi retracted his gaze rather embarrassed, but looked at Wang Anfeng again, and muttered in his mouth.

"Boy, you don't eat it now, if it's cold, it's wasted."

As he spoke, the chopsticks in his hand seemed to fall slowly towards the plate in the young man's hand.

His martial arts are extremely high, born in a small sect, most of what he has learned is ordinary martial arts, and extraordinary people are able to make ordinary martial arts show a wonderful side, martial arts to his realm, has long been not confined to the distinction of factions, and it is a move to use it casually, and in each move, there are seven or eight martial arts shadows.

This drop of chopsticks, its speed has the signs of chasing the stars and the moon with the yaksha stick method, and the strange place, even splashing ink and hemp sword and the young phoenix returning to the nest for three points, even if it is when Wang Anfeng is sober, don't think about being able to avoid the past.

This is to make up my mind, to fight Wang Anfeng's autumn wind.

But at this moment, the chopsticks in the young man's hand came first, just to flick the chopsticks of the wine freely, and naturally handed out a sword, straight to the flaw, the wine was free to snort, the eyes lit up, and the young man's eyes were still dazed, and he seemed to be still distracted, but the tricks in his hand, with chopsticks to show swordsmanship, but it showed a different wonderful.

The old man changed several tricks in a row, were stopped, although he did not use his real skills, but this is enough to make him look sideways, although he is old, but he can see the younger generations like this, he can't help but feel happy, laugh out loud, use the chopsticks in his hand as a weapon, and use some real kung fu.

With the qi control soldiers, one casts the nine-curved sword, and the other uses the three-yin centipede gun, hooking the soul and seizing the soul as the bone, and performs the eighth style of the Panshan swordsmanship.

The two tricks of viciousness and vastness were parallel, I thought that Wang Anfeng could stop it, but I didn't want to easily knock the chopsticks in the young man's hand to the ground, and when I was slightly stunned, I saw that Wang Anfeng's eyes had returned to the clear color, and he was looking at himself innocently, and couldn't help laughing dryly:

"What's that...... It's getting cold. ”

"It's cold, it's not delicious, eat and eat, hahaha......"

……………………………

Qingfeng Xie Dange.

Xue Qinshuang looked at the lunch brought next to her and felt that her world was beginning to turn gray.

In the rice porridge, there are two green oily wheat vegetables, there is no trace of oil stars on them, and there is a small round dish on the side, which is white radish, red radish, and green radish pickled in vinegar.

The palms trembled slightly, and the two chopsticks fell on the plate.

The Dan Pavilion disciples outside the door heard the voice, pushed the door in, but disappeared the girl on the bed, was slightly stunned, took two steps, and rushed forward, at this moment, a figure fell lightly from the ceiling, like a flowing cloud stretching, without making the slightest sound.

The moment it fell, her fingers stretched out, and she lightly tapped the acupoint on the disciple's neck, and the internal force was at the place, and the beautiful girl who had cultivated to the ninth rank and took Qingfeng's secret transmission of internal strength as the fundamental martial arts did not have the slightest resistance, her eyes were dazed for a while, and her body fell softly, and she was held in her arms by Xue Qinshuang.

"Sorry......"

Xue Qinshuang whispered in the ears of the Dange disciples, carried the girl to the bed, carefully covered the quilt, turned around and jumped out of the door, his steps were brisk, and a pair of brown eyes seemed to be shining bright.

When I stepped out of the door, I saw Gong Yu dressed in white with a cold expression.

"What do you want to do?"

PS: Second update.

Thank you for the endless rewards when I was a child, as well as the thousands of rewards from all the previous book friends...... During this time, I am trying to find a way to save the manuscript, and when I add more later, I will officially thank you, including Bao Han (holding fists)