Wang Anfeng has been in this Ningzheng City for more than half a month, and it is only five or six days away from the New Year's Festival.

First, there is something to do, and secondly, I am reluctant to burn cakes and rice porridge here, in the eyes of that Wang guard, the baked cakes in this city can be compared with the girl in the flower building.

Leaving here, where are you going to find such delicious pancakes?

Naturally, you have to eat to your heart's content.

What's more, there is a comfortable room and bed, and there are people to eat and drink to serve, so he has no intention of leaving now.

It's just that I pity the innkeeper Zhou Gang, who laughs with his face and has to lose money, every time he sees the relaxed young man, he will think of his business of losing money and vomiting blood, and his heart is dripping blood, and he can't wait to raise his hand to slap himself, and slap him with a blue nose and swollen face.

It's lard!

Why did you think about fooling this master at that time?

But looking at the big slap that he could slap a fat pig away, he grinned, just patted it lightly on the cheek, reluctant to put a heavy hand.

No matter how much you complain in your heart, when you face that master, you still have to laugh, not only laugh, but you still have to laugh sincerely, smile sincerely, laugh at your own little two in the inn and feel happy, but only you know the bitter tears behind you.

With a sigh, Zhou Gang didn't think the time was almost up, raised his eyes to look, and sure enough, he saw that the young adult locked himself in the house again, the doors and windows were closed very tightly, and the innkeeper with a simple face smashed his mouth, retracted his gaze, and did not have the intention of going to snoop.

Snooping, can't find death?!

Wang Anfeng may have some losses, but he himself is dead.

If you don't look at it, you won't see it if you kill it.

The innkeeper who walked the rivers and lakes with a ferocious axe in one hand, and broke into the prestige sat on the stool peacefully, holding a cup of hot tea soaked in red dates and wolfberries in both hands.

These days, Wang Anfeng goes to the back mountain of Shaolin Temple every day, goes to the courtyard in the bamboo forest, and finds the newly appeared Taoist master to learn swordsmanship and learn martial arts.

He is not very interested in the swordsmanship of Zixiao Palace, but he cares a lot about these things, and his curiosity is not willing to stop for a while, as if there is a cat scratching in his heart, itchy.

But the ancient Taoist people are impenetrable, no matter how Wang Anfeng tries to probe, there is no effect, he is always smiling and groaning, but he can directly reduce the problem between understatements, and seems to be extremely good at dealing with these incidents.

Strange to say, this white-haired Taoist is extremely beautiful, which can be compared with Mu Shanxue's junior brother, but the tea he brews is unpalatable, and his handwriting is ugly, which is much worse than the children in the village.

Wang Anfeng thought about it, and felt that it was about God who drank too much wine when the ancient Taoist was reincarnated, and became crazy, and packed up the talent of the Taoist, and sorted it into ten, nine parts were used in swordsmanship, and the remaining part was put on his face without any left.

After all, according to the third master, it is a face that can be eaten directly, and Wang Anfeng can't catch up.

If you throw it on the street, you will never starve to death, and you can't tell which big family will pick it up and be a fast son-in-law in bed, and it will take no effort to ask a beauty to be a mother-in-law.

Maybe it's two.

The so-called one dragon and two phoenixes are beautiful.

When Hong Luoyu said this, his eyebrows danced, but the Taoist who was always smiling and chanting would frown his eyebrows, and a pair of bright eyes stared at Hong Luoyu, the eyes were very bright, like a sword, and they were also very sharp, as if they were considering which angle to take the sword.

And Wang Anfeng was practicing swords on the side, looking at his elder, who suddenly appeared, he felt that the so-called beauty in the mouth of the third master must not be as good-looking as the Taoist elder.

Color-eating is also, human nature is to like good-looking things, but for some reason, when Mr. Win saw the face of the Taoist chief, he never had a good face, it stinked so badly that even the third master didn't dare to approach.

But the Taoist chief has something to do, so he has to go to the vicinity of Mr.

The more ugly the gentleman's face became, the more energetic he became.

Every now and then, Wang Anfeng's heart will rise very strangely when he watched the adults in the village set off firecrackers when he was a child, and subconsciously covered his ears.

I want to see it, but I don't dare to see it.

Yuan Ci was very direct, his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, chanting in a low voice, falling into the realm of emptiness, Wu Changqing directly pretended to be asleep, his eyes were slightly closed, and he made a slight and rhythmic snoring sound in a moment.

Hong Luoyu landed next to Wang Anfeng, smashed his mouth, looked at the green-shirted scribe who had an exaggerated stinky face, but never left, touched Wang Anfeng with his shoulder, and then met the young man's puzzled gaze, lowered his voice, and said:

"Do you understand why you did all that?"

The thief's voice was full of embarrassment and emotion, but a pair of eyes stared straight over there, as if he was afraid that if he looked at it less, it would be a huge loss, and his mouth was non-stop, saying:

"It's for the feeling of this exciting state of mind now......"

"Hey, it's almost addictive!"

Wang Anfeng trembled in his heart, and almost threw the sword down.

At the moment, he was holding a long sword, looking at his nose and nose, and his nose was looking at his heart, but he was just practicing swords, and he didn't dare to talk, let alone warn Hongluoyu not to speak.

"How are you, ah, ......"

Hong Luoyu didn't get a response, raised his eyebrows, and the next moment, the thief who was still sighing next to Wang Anfeng just now only had time to leave a short and high-pitched shout, and disappeared directly on the top of the lonely peak.

In front of him, a Taoist priest in a gray and white robe stood with a sword in his hand, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

That smile makes people feel like their scalp is tingling.

And Mr. Win, who had a very poor complexion, sat on the bamboo chair, put down his hand, his eyes wandered, and fell on Wang Anfeng's body, paused, and said coldly:

"Since I want you to temporarily block your martial arts and rebuild the Thunder Dao, why are you still here?"

Wang Anfeng was stunned.

Immediately realized that Mr. Win would know these things, thinking that the ancient Taoist must have told Mr. about his situation, at this time, facing the cold gaze of the green-shirted scribe, he opened his mouth, and he didn't know how to explain.

The scribe was not annoyed, but raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and said indifferently:

"The three martial arts that you have passed on are not under our martial arts."

"Since you have this opportunity today, then you can pick up these three martial arts again, calculate carefully, you haven't been to Bronze Man Lane for a few days, so take this opportunity to familiarize yourself with it."

In the past few years, if you want to talk about the person Wang Anfeng is most familiar with, it must be the cold and arrogant scribe in front of him, and the young man knows very well that since Mr. Win has already spoken at this time, there is no room for him to bargain.

If you dare to fight back, then you will be like the third master, reward a spiral to the sky, and then throw it into the Bronze Man Alley, without any discount, in comparison, there is still a possibility of the leg being discounted.

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth helplessly, but he had to put away his sword and stand, clasped his fists and saluted, and said:

"Yes."

The scribe flicked his sleeves and said, "Go." ”

Wang Anfeng was helpless, saluted the white-haired Taoist, returned the heavy wooden sword in his hand to the sheath, performed light skills, and walked in the direction where the bronze man lane was located.

It's a pity that the wooden sword behind him has already been reborn since the Medicine Master Gu and his party three years ago, and the spirit has appeared, but during this time, there has not been a chance to get out of the sheath.

The ancient Taoist stood on the top of the lonely peak with his sword in his hand, looked at the direction where Wang Anfeng was far away, thoughtfully, retracted his gaze after a while, looked at the green-shirted scribe, and said:

"In An Feng's body, there is a strong thunder energy."

The scribe opened his eyes, put his right hand on the bamboo slip on his lap, and said lightly:

"Not bad."

"There was once a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, who continued his life for thirteen years with thunder energy, even if he was a fool, his physique would change."

The Taoist priest chuckled and said:

"Then he is indeed very suitable for my Zixiao Palace's swordsmanship."

The scribe frowned when he heard this, and said:

"Then why don't you teach him swordsmanship directly, but instead teach him the method of using the Thunder Imperial Sword? The rest of the part has to be explored by yourself, and this is a lot more. ”

The Taoist priest shook his head and said:

"I'm going to pass on his swordsmanship."

"Then why don't you pass it on?"

The Taoist laughed slightly, looked at Mr. Win, slightly joking, and said:

But he refused.

"He said that he only wants to learn the swordsmanship passed on by Mr. Win in this life, and he is unwilling to learn the swordsmanship inheritance of my Wudang Zixiao Palace, as you said, my Wudang Mountain is also a big faction in the rivers and lakes, where is there anyone who pulls people crying and shouting to pass on swordsmanship."

"It's a shame to be there."

"Everything depends on fate, since he refuses, I will not force it anymore, think about it, teach him the method of using the thunder sword, and the rest depends on his own creation, which is the best."

Mr. Win was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then suddenly snorted coldly and said:

"Eventful!"

It's just that I don't know if he refers to Wang Anfeng or the Taoist who is smiling next to him.

In Bronze Man Alley.

There was a soft creak, and on both sides of the laneway, red candles were lit up, lined up in two rows.

Wang Anfeng thought about it, did not untie the scabbard behind his back, looked at the opponent who slowly emerged in front of him, took a deep breath, clenched his palms together into a fist, and the fists collided, touching several arcs.

"Come on!"

PS: Today's second update is presented............