Lao Zhou probably understood what Wang Anfeng meant.

Being able to be entrusted with a heavy task by Tan Yurou and serving as a spy in a city outside Xidingzhou, he naturally can't be a fool, after thinking carefully and vetoing the idea of finding two beautiful and lovely little ministers, Wang Anfeng was able to sleep peacefully.

When I woke up the next day, there were already guys waiting outside the room.

After Wang Anfeng washed up, he didn't eat in the inn, thinking of the two charming women who appeared in his house last night, he still felt a little uncomfortable, and he didn't go to see Lao Zhou, just talked to the two guys and slipped out of the back door.

At this time, it was Chenshi, there were already a lot of pedestrians on the road, and he could see the vendors who were preparing to go early, Wang Anfeng found a table at random and sat down, first looked at the choices of others, and then asked for a baked cake and a millet porridge very carefully.

As Wang Xingqing said, the baked cakes here are indeed worth tasting.

The outer skin is crispy, one bite down, split into several parts in the mouth, the oil is fragrant, and the inner part is extremely soft, the taste is solid and simple, two different textures and tastes are entangled with each other, wonderful, when the store next to the dish is served, there is also a small stack of finely chopped pickle shreds, smiled and greeted twice, and then retreated.

Because it was winter, the entrance was a little cold, but it was very refreshing because of the addition of balsamic vinegar, which offset the greasy shell of the baked cake, Wang Anfeng couldn't stop his mouth until he ate the millet porridge boiled with pumpkin, then stopped his movements, put the bowl on the table, and exhaled a breath of white air.

I just think that although this meal is very simple, it is enough to be satisfying.

"Chenghui, thirteen Chase Treasures."

The shopkeeper is a man in his forties, with a little gray hair, often smiling on his face, there is a wooden barrel on the table, used to collect copper money, Wang Anfeng took out thirteen hidden weapons from his arms, put them on the table, got up and left in the greeting of the shopkeeper, and walked on the road in the city, only feeling that the whole body was much more comfortable.

The Qingyang caravan has to be in this city for several hours, and at this moment, calculating the time, it should have just arrived in the East Market, preparing to report to the officials and arrange the goods shop.

And since he saw Honghui's last sword a few days ago, his martial arts have fallen into a state of exhaustion, and his practice is still ineffective as before, and there is even the possibility of not advancing but retreating, and he will be imprisoned in one place.

Therefore, Wang Anfeng did not go directly back to the inn as in the past, meditate and practice internal strength, but walked aimlessly in the city.

He still held the dead branch that was broken from the foot of Tianjian Mountain in his hand, and his appearance was quite free and casual, which was a little incompatible with the busy county landscape because the New Year was approaching, attracting everyone's strange attention.

That sword still couldn't be completely put down......

Wang Anfeng sighed in his heart, and the withered branches in his hands were randomly dotted in the void and fell on the road.

No movement was made.

But in the Shaolin Temple, the look of the green-shirted scribe was not as casual as it was, looking at Wang Anfeng's withered branches on the ground, lifting them again, and repeating them, as if they would never stop, his expression was slightly slow, and he nodded slightly.

Isn't that stupid......

Not far away, Wu Changqing put down the Chinese medicine book in his hand, looked at Mr. Win, thought about it, and said with a smile:

"Mr. ......"

The green-shirted scribe raised his eyes to look, his voice was flat, and said:

"What?"

The old man stroked his beard, never expressed his chest directly, but said with a smile: "Luck with the sword, proud and forgetful, according to the old man's view, Xiaofeng's swordsmanship can be regarded as entering the house?" In the entire young generation of Great Qin, it can be regarded as one of the few ......."

The scribe looked at the young man who was slowly moving forward in the illusion in the air, and sneered:

"Entering the house?"

"Who gets the hall? Whose room did you enter? ”

"Sword intent sword trick swordsmanship, all of them are picking up the wisdom of the predecessors, without a trace of their own things, this kind of swordsmanship, how can it be called a house, at best, it is just a trick to kill people, far from enough to be called a technique, let alone the Tao."

The voice paused slightly, and seemed to be slightly flat, and he said reluctantly:

"It's only the day before yesterday on the ancient pavilion on that mountain, the sword that stabbed out is still a bit interesting......

Wu Changqing smiled and bowed his head.

He understood what Mr. Win meant.

The sword of the ancient pavilion on the mountain was stabbed out, it was Wang Anfeng who stood for a few days, and the perception of looking directly at Honghui's sword intent should be in line with his own swordsmanship, plus above the ancient pavilion, the world was vast, and there was a vast sword qi hidden underneath.

It's amazing.

Although it is not obvious on the outside, it has the three flavors of sword intent, and what was stopped in front of the iron sword at that time, even if it is a first-class steel stubborn iron in the world, it will be pierced by the sword that is understated, and its power can be called the strongest sword that Wang Anfeng has stabbed before.

Even now, even if the scene at that time is recreated in the Shaolin Temple, he may not be able to stab another sword.

The warrior is not a Mojia machine, and he fights with people, and every sword he stabs out is different, and those wonderful swordsmanship in history are like famous poems through the ages, but they are just a whim, and they are even good, and if they want to reproduce it, it is almost difficult to ascend to the sky.

Because of this, those top swordsmen will cherish each other.

Because they know that only each other can make their swordsmanship climb to a higher level.

The green-shirted scribe looked at the scenery in the distance, his expression was cold, and he was stunned.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and chuckled, stuck in time in his heart, and felt that the thoughts in Mr. Win's mind should be almost over, so he said just right:

"That'...... Won't Mr. find an opponent in the kendo for him and help Xiaofeng find his own way? ”

Mr. Win frowned and glanced at the old man, he was thinking about this matter himself, and Wu Changqing spoke quite politely, because he didn't think much about it, and he didn't get annoyed, just said casually:

"He has stepped on the third grade, and it is time to teach those things in the spirit and blood."

"As for kendo...... The killing sword of this seat is not the most suitable for that kid, he has a thunderous qi, and the internal strength is the authentic Zen sect, above board, if you don't practice the swordsmanship of Zixiao Palace in Wudang Mountain, it is too much pity. ”

Wudang Mountain, Zixiao Palace......

Thinking of the thunder that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the sword that was not inferior to the power of the thunder and heaven, the old man's face was slightly solemn, and he paused for a moment before stroking his beard and sighing:

"Wudang, ......"

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Outside.

Wang Anfeng walked aimlessly on the streets, gradually entering the bustling place, among the people who came and went, there were fewer ordinary people in plain clothes, and more of them were rich and noble families wearing silk and satin, riding cars and horses, and among them, there were also people who practiced martial arts in strong clothes.

In the distance, a tall building could be seen, and four beautiful women stood at the door.

Wang Anfeng's footsteps paused slightly.

Among them, the woman standing on the far left had a delicate face, with autumn water in her eyes, he was very familiar, it was one of the two women who were pushed out of the door by him last night, at this time, even if she was greeting a regular customer, there was a faint depression between her eyebrows, Wang Anfeng was inevitably a little embarrassed in his heart.

A handsome young man in front of the building talked and laughed with him a few times, and his right hand was wrapped around the woman's waist.

The two of them were about to walk towards the Qinglou, Wang Anfeng was expressionless, his steps turned, and he walked directly towards the alley on the side, avoiding his sight.

Hao Siyu hugged the young man's arm and was leading it inside, when he caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar figure in the corner of his eyes, his footsteps paused slightly, the young man noticed something strange, raised his hand and picked up a strand of black hair and sniffed lightly, and said with a smile:

"What's wrong? Miss Hao......"

Hao Siyu retracted her gaze covertly, the smile on her face was still the same, and she didn't follow the words:

"Nothing...... It's just that Xu Gongzi, you haven't come here for a long time, but the slave family has been waiting outside for a long time, if the son can't give an explanation today, the slave family can't follow it......"

The young man was slightly stunned when he heard this, then laughed and said:

"Hahaha, okay, it's Xu's mistake, I went in today, I punished myself for three cups first, and I punished myself for three cups, hahaha......"

The woman's smile was soft, and she was relieved, but she didn't think much about it.

She herself is just an ordinary Qinglou woman, relying on beauty to make a living, and she can't control many other things, and she doesn't want to care.

I just thought about the direction that the young man had just taken, which was the largest gold cave under the jurisdiction of the Red Gang in the city, and I didn't know if the young man was going to gamble for money, or if he had other things to do.

It is better to gamble for money.

It's better to lose cleanly!

The woman gritted her teeth with hatred.

Wang Anfeng didn't know what the woman was thinking, he just avoided the latter, and didn't care where he was going, just walked forward.

The alley is quite narrow and quiet, and in the shadows, you can still see the snow left over from the previous days, which can be seen to be cold, the snow is piled together, with a few black charcoal blocks embedded in it as eyes, and two dead branches are inserted.

It's just a pity that a few days have passed, and this snowman is dirty and can't be seen anymore.

Wang Anfeng strode forward, only planning to walk out of here earlier, this place is a little remote, and it is early in the morning, and there is hardly any figure in sight, but when he was about to walk out of this alley, he saw two men with a sluggish expression.

In the cold winter, these two men were not warriors, they were only wearing thin underwear, leaning against the wall, their faces were full of embarrassment, they looked like poor people from poor families and hungry people, but looking at their clothes, they were clearly good materials, but now they were contaminated with soil, and they looked a little embarrassed.

Wang Anfeng's eyes swept over the faces of these two men who were full of frustration and unwillingness, as well as fear, and he was slightly curious in his heart, not knowing what they had experienced to become so depressed.

The thoughts in my heart did not stop, but the footsteps did not stop, and kept moving forward, until I saw the avenue full of sunshine not far away, I was inexplicably relieved, and my steps accelerated slightly, but when I was about to step out of this lane, I could hear a somewhat familiar hoarse voice.

"I said, let him go!"

Wang Anfeng's footsteps were slightly blocked.

His mind moved slightly, he never left, he did not walk out as before, his hanging fingers hooked slightly, and the wind came, making his movements softer, without making the slightest sound.

Slowly touching out, Wang Anfeng looked out from the corner of the wall, and at this moment he had already used the pupil technique, and his vision instantly became wider, and he found that in a slightly remote place in this city, there was a big mansion that was built in all directions, covering a huge area.

There are two stone lions, a male and a female, standing at the door, and there are seven or eight young men standing in front of the door, with a burly posture and a fierce face, and they know at a glance that they are not good at looking at their peers, and two of them are dragging a young man in brocade clothes

The young man was tied up with a finger-thick hemp rope, and was about to drag it into the house, his face was already full of tears.

Looking at the faces of those warriors, if they enter the house, there will be no good fruit to eat.

The young man obviously knew this, trembling like a sieve, trembling, and could barely speak, and the reason why he was still alive was because between this young man and those fierce warriors, there was still a young man in a blue shirt.

The young man's right hand was raised, holding it on the wooden sword behind his back, just a random sword, and the three big men who were viciously forced forward were forced to retreat, the swordsmanship used was simple and correct, and there was a rare strong spirit, setting off a strong wind, and lifting the dust on the ground.

After forcing the opponent back with a sword, the swordsmanship suddenly changed, from heavy to light and simple, lightly took the brocade-clothed youth, although the wooden sword had no edge, but with the power of the warrior, it still cut the hemp rope very accurately, and then raised the sword, protecting the young man behind him, and did not look back, just shouted:

"Hurry up!"

The young man sighed, pulled the hemp rope on his body, and ran outside, not running to Wang Anfeng's somewhat cramped alley, but to a crowded place.

The men outside the mansion were almost jumping in anger, because the young man stopped them, and they couldn't catch up, so they could only watch the young man rush into the avenue like a wind, his forehead twitched, he withdrew his gaze, and shouted angrily:

"Boy, I can see it, you fucking came to our Red Gang to find fault?!"

"Let go of the people we want, are you preparing the white knife to go in and the red knife to come out?!"

The young man was not afraid, his right hand was slightly forced, and he lifted the wooden sword, which was a few minutes wider than the ordinary long sword, and tapped the sword with his fingers, and there was a long sword groan, which was quite terrifying.

"I'm just asking you, if he was just caught by you, would he still be alive?"

The big man smiled fiercely, as if he was extremely annoyed, and said:

"Where's the life?"

"Whew! Grandpa, I'm going to unload his hands and feet one by one, and then use a knife to give him three cuts and six holes, and slowly bleed to death! ”

The young man raised his eyes, even the Red Gang, who was accustomed to seeing the rivers and lakes fighting, felt a chill in his heart, his voice stopped abruptly, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Under the cool winter sun, the young man's eyebrows still looked immature, but the original honest facial features were all covered by the hideous scars, and it seemed that only the fierceness was left, he raised his long sword, the blade of the sword was obliquely held, and said calmly:

"Then, don't blame the next shot......"

At this time, because of his movements, his face turned sideways to the direction of the laneway, Wang Anfeng, who was hidden in the laneway, looked slightly stunned, and the hideous and fierce scar on the young man's face was reflected in the pupils, but it was extremely familiar, and instantly made his memory return to three years ago.

Thinking of Qingfeng's trip, thinking of the little boy he rescued from the killer of Danfeng Valley, and thinking of the parting and reunion after that, the expression on his face was uncontrollable and much gentler.

"Ah Ping ......"

PS: Today's Carvin ...... It's only been 4,000 words for a long time, so let's bear with me, today's two-in-one, hold your fists......

Thank you OnkyAzure for the reward, thank you very much......