Wang Anfeng's body was a little stiff.

It's as if I've returned to the time when I haven't practiced martial arts, standing in place.

Even the sound of his own breathing subconsciously slowed down, but his perception was put to the maximum, and even the light sound of the breeze blowing through the dead branches in the distance was clearly captured.

The voice wasn't his delusion.

After confirming this, Wang Anfeng's eyes moved, and the depressing world in his perception became vivid in an instant, he took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, and then walked to the door in a few big steps.

He raised his hand and put it on the wooden door.

After a pause, he then used all his strength at this time, and forcefully opened the wooden door, which had been used for a long time, and with a sound of Kerala, he almost pulled him down directly, shaking off a lot of dust and sprinkling his green shirt.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened and he looked at the old man who was napping on the bed.

The old man seemed to be startled by the sound of him opening the door, and shivered violently in his sleep.

opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the young man whose facial features had grown, the young man stood at the door, the dust he shook off shimmered in the backlight, and the silhouette of a green shirt came against the light, as if in a dream.

The eyes of the departing Dao were in a trance.

In fact, Wang Anfeng's facial features are not very similar to his father, his eyebrows and eyes are more like his mother, and the overall look is softer than the magnificent scholar back then, but when he saw the green shirt coming against the light, he still couldn't restrain the memories that suddenly rose.

At that time, he was still quite young, ten miles of peach forest, winding water, he was a little drunk, leaning on the trunk of the peach tree, holding a wine cup in one hand, and also a green shirt stood in front of him, smiling at him.

In the backlight, the scholar opened his mouth, and the whispering voice crumbled into his memory, which had become blurred.

"Leave!"

"You're back?!"

After Wang Anfeng was stunned for a few breaths, he stepped out and swept directly from the door to the bedside, his clothes flew and made a loud noise, he stood on the side of the bed, looking at the old man who was the same in his memory, but he was a little helpless.

Forsaken the way and come back to your senses.

Looking at Wang Anfeng, Wang Anfeng got closer, and he saw the young man's eyebrows, not the Zhengrong scholar in his memory, and then remembered that the scholar who had been a golden iron horse all his life had passed away, and he saw that guy close his eyes.

There was a bit of emptiness in my heart.

Immediately, the joy and relief of the reunion rose, and suppressed these emotions that were no more than half a cent lower than the young man, the old man just raised his hand, rubbed it heavily on Wang Anfeng's head, and grinned:

"yes, it's back......"

"Look how your little guy has been doing for three years."

Wang Anfeng just laughed, grabbed the young man's shoulders with both hands, pushed him back, looked his eyebrows up and down, showed a look of satisfaction on his face, and said:

"It doesn't look like it's bad."

"Not bad!"

Wang Anfeng grinned, his palm tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.

The return of the forsaken was a surprise.

There are not a few days before the New Year's Festival, whether it is Wang Anfeng or Wang Hongyi, they did not expect that this old man who had been away from Daliang Village for three years would suddenly come back at this time.

Wang Hongyi was happy in his heart, the efficiency of killing pigs had increased by three percent, and he shouted in his mouth, if he hadn't given birth to a son, he would definitely dig out his daughter Hong buried under the tree today and get drunk.

These words were exchanged for a blank eye.

That is, if there is no daughter, dare to say this, if there is really a daughter in the family, who dares to move the idea of the daughter of the altar, the butcher Wang is estimated to be able to play the pig-killing knife out of flowers, and whoever dares to come over will give him a knife.

Wang Hongyi had no choice but to scratch his head and pretend to be stupid, and said:

"How can this be?"

He laughed out loud and didn't bother to deal with this duplicitous butcher.

The pig belly that Wang Butcher gave to Wang Anfeng only lasted less than half a day, and was packed into a table of meals by Wang Anfeng, which was full of food, and waited for Liqidao to sit down, and then turned back to the house and took out the wine he prepared for Liqidao from the Shaolin Temple.

This was still at the time of the Fufeng Bulao Pavilion under the wine shop, after the knife beheaded the six elders, he assumed the name of the knife maniac, picked up the wine and patted the horse, and walked away.

It's just that the name 'decapitation and washing knife for three thousand miles', which was very proud at the time, couldn't say anything when faced with the abandonment path.

After thinking about it, the name given when the fighting spirit was boiling, it was really better not to say it, Wang Anfeng hid the dangerous place, and just said the origin of this wine lightly.

Liqi Dao slapped the sealing mud of the wine jar, closed his eyes and smelled the wine, then smashed his mouth disdainfully, and said with a smile:

"It's just ordinary roadside turbid wine, with an earthy smell."

"I thought you had some good wine for the old man."

Wang Anfeng scratched his head in embarrassment.

He didn't know much about wine, but he thought it was a little nostalgic, and it was better than what he could buy with ordinary money.

Liqi Dao shook his head again and again, and criticized this jar of wine as worthless in a few words.

Then he was speechless, opened the wine jug beside him, shook his palm, carried the wine jar with his right hand, and faintly buckled his left hand, and an internal force absorbed all the liquor in the wine jar, without spilling a drop, all of it was included in the wine jug, and then carefully stuffed the wine stopper.

Raising his eyes and seeing Wang Anfeng, the old man was a little weak at first, and then he was upright and shouted:

"Can't be wasted."

"Besides, this wine is also exchanged for the heads of a few six-grade martial artists, the rivers and lakes of Daqin are big, but the six-grade martial artists are not leeks, cut a stubble and grow a stubble, there is such a meaning, this wine can be regarded as a mouthful."

The old man shook the wine jug in his hand, put the wine jug around his waist and tied it, went to take a jar of wine again, poured it into the bowl for himself, drank it clean, picked up the chopsticks and ate several pieces of meat in succession, before he exhaled and said:

"Hey, I've been outside for so long, and I can still eat this bite of food you cooked."

"What's out there, is it for people to eat?"

"You kid, how have you been in the past three years......"

Wang Anfeng filled the old man with wine, sat aside, and answered the questions of renunciation, including the experience of these years and the progress of martial arts.

Although he had already guessed about the origin of this wine before, when he heard Wang Anfeng say that he had stepped into the third grade, the old man's movements stiffened.

I didn't say much, but the speed of drinking was much more refreshing.

Bowl after bowl.

The liquor that Wang Anfeng brought back was almost like water poured into his throat.

After Liqidao drank the third jar of wine, Wang Anfeng patted the mud of the fourth jar of wine for the old man, and the young man hesitated, but still asked:

"Libo, where have you been in the past three years......

For three years, Wang Anfeng returned to Daliang Village several times, but every time he didn't see the abandonment road, if it wasn't for Wang Hongyi to take care of it, the courtyard would have already become a wild place, if it wasn't for the occasional letter back, Wang Anfeng almost thought that something had happened to the old man in front of him.

The action of abandoning the road to drink was slightly paused.

After a moment of silence, the old man looked in the direction of the outside and wrote lightly:

"Nothing."

"Just went to meet some old brothers."

"I've been in this little village for too long, and I haven't seen them for too long, and one of them has lost his temper."

Thinking of the waves, he laughed.

Drink the spirits from the bowl.

Wang Anfeng filled the abandonment path with wine again, put the black wine jar on the table, thought about it, and said:

"Since it's a friend of the uncle, it should be my elder......"

"If I have the chance, I should go and see it."

Liqi Dao first nodded silently, then looked at the sky, and laughed softly:

"Of course."

"If they knew that you were going to meet them, they would have been glad to come."

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