By the time Wang Anfeng returned to Yizhuang, the strict order had been in place for a long time.

The latter was quite embarrassed, a smell of blood, and a layer of red cloth was wrapped around his palm, which was stained with blood, and the color was even more dazzling, and he was sitting quietly next to the table in the main room of Yizhuang, and the Daqin horizontal knife that had drunk blood was still in his hand, refusing to put it down.

Hong Feibai had already put the girl's body back into the coffin.

His eyes were a little red, but his spirits seemed to be a little uplifted, and he sat on the other side of the table, his sword in hand.

This is certainly not his own sword.

His sword had been broken by the latter's fingers when he was fighting with Wang Anfeng, this one was a little smaller, but it looked a little slender, it was his sister's sword, which was obtained by strict order, and the girl's relics were also placed on the table.

The old man, who should have fallen asleep, carried a wooden cane in one hand, and brought the tea tremblingly, and placed it beside the two young men.

Yan Ling and Hong Feibai thanked the old man, the old man smiled, turned his head, as if he happened to see Wang Anfeng walking in from the outside, grinned at the young man, and greeted:

"The young man came by coincidence."

"Would you like a cup of tea to wake up?"

By this time the hour was approaching, and although there was no light in sight, it was no longer as deep as it had been.

The darkest night of the day has passed.

Wang Anfeng walked in in such a dim sky before dawn, and when he heard this, he glanced at the old man who should have fallen asleep with a little surprise, but he didn't delve into it, nodded his head, and said politely:

"I'm in trouble, boss."

The old man smiled, the wrinkles on his face huddled together, and said:

"No trouble, no trouble."

"Please sit down for a moment."

Yan Lingzi came back to his senses from his contemplation, his eyes fell on Wang Anfeng's body instead, his brows furrowed slightly, and he just wanted to ask Wang Anfeng why he suddenly left alone, leaving the distracted Hongfeibai here, but before he could speak, the line fell on the trace on the young man's shoulder, feeling the latter's slightly unstable qi and blood, his gaze was slightly stagnant, and said:

"An Feng, who did you fight against?!"

Wang Anfeng nodded, and when he entered the house, he carried a small Mazha in his hand, took the tea sent by the old man, thanked him, took a sip of tea, and felt that the slightly hot tea entered his throat, and the bitter taste was permeated between his lips and tongue.

"It's 'hard to settle.'"

Yan Ling's brows furrowed, and he subconsciously thought of the uneasy feeling that he had done during this time, and originally wanted to ask Wang Anfeng bluntly if he had met the murderer? But his voice paused slightly, thinking of Hong Feibai, who was in a low breath next to him, but he didn't speak so directly, slowed down his voice a little, and just said:

"The impostor?"

Next to him, Hongfeibai unconsciously hugged the tea cup with both hands, the tea in the cup was a little hot, the young man was depressed again, he didn't know how to relax a little, his palms were burned red, and when he heard the conversation between the two, his eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng.

The sparkle became very intense.

It was this kind of figure that made Wang Anfeng decide to kill the murderer himself, instead of bringing it back to Hong Feibai for disposal.

Once acquainted, he didn't want the latter to fall into hatred.

There are some things that you can't stop once you start.

Wang Anfeng's eyes shone slightly, pretending not to see Hong Feibai's gaze, restraining the distracting thoughts in his heart to prevent his true thoughts from being seen, shook his head, and said quite sincerely:

"It's really hard to settle."

"At that time, I was standing in the courtyard, I noticed his breath, and then I saw him wearing black clothes and a mask Qingzhu, thinking that it was the murderer, and then I was in a hurry, so I chased him out."

"He's very good."

"We fought once near the official road, and it was a mutual victory, I couldn't keep him, and he didn't take much advantage of me."

His voice paused slightly, and then he added:

"His sword is really fast, and it has a very sharp flavor."

The look in Hongfei's white eyes dimmed again, and a trace of pain appeared.

His head hung low, and the shredded hair on his forehead obscured his eyes. Wang Anfeng and Yan Ling had no way to see the pain in his eyes anymore.

Yan Ling's eyes were slightly pale on Wang Anfeng's face, and when he saw the obvious traces on the young man's body that would only occur after fighting with a clever swordsman, he nodded, already agreeing with Wang Anfeng's explanation.

He is well aware of the strength of the latter.

In his opinion, being able to fight against Wang Anfeng, who had broken through the Fufeng Hundred-Story Tower, and remain undefeated, could indeed not be compared to the murderer who committed the murder in Fengyue City.

The White Tiger Hall travels, usually a main force, with three slightly more than one level of martial artists as a sweeping wing, since the sweeping wing is a seventh-rank martial artist, then in comparison, among the White Tiger Hall martial artists who shot this time, the strongest should be the sixth-rank martial artist corresponding to the level of the incense master.

An ordinary sixth-rank martial artist would never be Wang Anfeng's opponent.

Following the appearance of the White Tiger Hall, did even the real Yi Nanping appear?

This place is really a 'feng shui treasure'.

Yan Ling had a tricky feeling in his heart, and there was a certain kind of ridicule in his heart, he raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, his expression returned to his original squareness, and said:

"Have you ever been hurt?"

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, shook his head, and said:

"Swept by the sword qi, my internal organs are a little uncomfortable, and I have already breathed a little just now, and there is no big problem."

This sentence is not false, he said it with confidence.

In order to conceal the strict order, he made a special trip back to the Shaolin Temple, and fought a fierce battle with a swordsman who was slightly stronger than himself in the Bronze Man Alley, before he dared to come out and tell this lie, and even the injuries on his body were not treated, but he breathed a little.

Except that the opponent is not uneasy, what he said is true.

According to what the third master said, on the rivers and lakes, there are nine truths and one falsehood, which is the most bluffing.

Yan Ling really didn't have any doubts, nodded, and said:

"That'll be fine."

……………………………………………

Wang Anfeng watched the sunrise once in Yizhuang.

The sunrise in winter is different from other seasons, the sky is a cold inky blue at first, and the layers are blurred, and finally it lights up with a light that is not dazzling at all, just like when people return to the light, the last trace of nostalgia for the world in their eyes, and then, the sky suddenly brightens.

It's a drowsy day.

Wang Anfeng was in a complicated mood.

He sat on the stool for more than an hour, and his heart had the joy of finally discovering the enemy, the feeling of impermanence of the rivers and lakes, and the guilt of deceiving his friends, which blended into a more complex emotion.

He is not a hypocritical person, he once read a lot of books in the Fengzilou, and when he was a child, he also read with his father, and listened to Libo tell a lot of stories about the rivers and lakes, but at this time, there are no words or words that can express the feelings in his heart.

He only knows that this kind of emotions and feelings are different from the past, and he can't talk about it with others, but can only taste it himself.

Next to him, he leaned back in his chair and tilted his head back, not knowing what he was thinking.

His expression was as square as ever, his eyes were not focused, looking at the scenery in front of him, there were two points of woodenness.

Hong Feibai supported his elbows on his knees, leaned forward with his upper body, folded his hands into fists, supported on his forehead, and his black hair was scattered in advance, covering his face, motionless, and his breath was quiet, as if he was asleep.

But no matter whether Wang Anfeng or Yan Ling, he knew that he was awake all the time.

And, I'm afraid, never been so sober for a day.

"I'm going to take my sister back to the mountain gate."

Just as the sun rose into the sky and expelled the last inky blue, Hongfeibai spoke abruptly, his voice hoarse.

He straightened up his upper body, glanced at Wang Anfeng and Yan Ling, and said:

"My sister's revenge will be avenged after all, but I want to send my sister back to ...... first Family. ”

"She shouldn't want to be outside all the time."

"Master and sister, they should also want to see their sister."

"Even if it's the last look."

Hong Feibai's voice became lower and lower, but anyone could hear his seriousness, and the gaze of the strict order swept over the latter, and fell on the brand-new black coffin, he was born in the school palace, and he was promoted to his current position in three years, and he handled many cases.

He was well aware of the effects of the miraculous medicine of 'red face and white bones'.

Not to mention a few days, whether the appearance of the girl in the black coffin can last for a day is also debatable.

Moreover, since the latter died at the hands of Baihutang, it is very likely that there will be some valuable clues on his body that have not been noticed, and from the perspective of the Criminal Department, it is necessary to open the coffin again for an autopsy before the effect of the red face and white bones is lost.

The look in Yan Ling's eyes did not change, he pursed his lips and said:

"Do you need a carriage?"

Footsteps sounded from behind, and a young man in a black and black suit pushed the door in, still rubbing his eyes.

I don't know why last night, he slept very soundly, very heavy, and now he is still two points sleepy, came into the house, strengthened his spirits, and bowed to Wang Anfeng and the three of them, and said quite politely:

"It's already midnight today, Master has made a mouth, can the three guests eat something to cushion their stomachs?"

Cooking smoke rises in the back kitchen of this Yizhuang.

The old man's craftsmanship was very good, and he walked tremblingly, but the kneaded dough was very strong.

It is boiled noodles in plain water, without any side dishes, poured some vinegar and sprinkled with salt.

When eating, Yan Ling took a large head of old garlic from the old man's back kitchen, put it on the table, glanced at Hong Feibai, with a square face, and said:

"The old garlic in winter tastes spicy enough and rushes, so it's best to eat."

He said this, but when he was eating, he didn't mean to touch the old garlic at all, the injured hand dragged the porcelain bowl and ate in a big gulp, and the old garlic the size of a child's fist was eaten by Hongfei, he chewed the spicy garlic cloves, and then swallowed the white skin noodles in a big gulp.

Ginger is old and spicy, in fact, garlic is not much worse, the smell goes straight to the throat, it is so spicy, Hongfei's white eyes are spicy tears at the corners of his eyes, and he can't stop flowing.

"Ha, it's really spicy, enough to rush ......"

The young man in the back room looked at Hong Feibai's appearance, smashed his tongue, and couldn't help muttering:

"What's the point of eating like this......

"The white skin noodles are the lightest, and it is best to pour meat sauce to taste good."

The old man smiled and looked at the three young men over there who were silently gulping down the white water.

Looking at Wang Anfeng, whose breath was unstable, looking at the strict orders that had experienced a death battle and the blood on his body had not yet dispersed, and looking at Hongfei's white and spicy eyes, and still swallowing the noodles that had no taste, he sighed leisurely.

And there is no explanation.

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