"Senpai?"

Wang Anfeng's face did not change, but he was really taken aback in his heart.

But then he noticed that the eyes of the woman in the hall were falling on the side of his body, and his heart was a little calm.

Knowing that the predecessor mentioned in Zhu Ling's mouth will definitely not be the strange Taoist priest with white hair at a young age in the Shaolin Temple, let alone the green-shirted scribe who never speaks well when he opens his mouth.

The problem lies with yourself.

Wang Anfeng is now wearing an ordinary green shirt, with a hosta hairpin and a sword behind him.

Master Jiang Shouyi once said that a gentleman is gentle and moist, and he should be paired with jade, so he happened to have a piece of jade on the side of his waist, which is a high-quality jade, showing the appearance of a crescent moon.

This jade pendant was three years ago, after he returned to the school palace after he released his birthday from Qingfeng, and got it from Ren Changge who was imprisoned in the Fengzi Building, and then it has been hanging on his waist, and now Zhu Ling's gaze is looming, falling on this jade pendant, and his expression seems to be a little complicated.

Wang Anfeng's heart was slightly determined, and he had already guessed who the senior was referring to. Raising his eyes to look at Zhu Ling, he said flatly:

"The last time the junior went to the school palace, the old man's demeanor was still the same, and he didn't see anything wrong."

"It's good."

Zhu Ling retracted his gaze and said with a smile:

"Senior, he was still reading downstairs, and he never took a step?"

The smile on the corner of the woman's mouth was a little playful, and the tone of her voice was even more familiar, it seemed that although she was thousands of miles away in the Qingfeng Jieshan Gate, she was still very familiar with the old man sitting cross-legged under the hundred-foot tall building in Fufeng County.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned when he heard this, although the expression on his face did not change much, but in his mind, he subconsciously thought that the last time he was downstairs in Fengzi, he faintly found that Ren Changge had signs of self-imprisonment.

Three years ago, he originally just thought that Ren Lao stayed under the Fengzi Building because he was obsessed with learning, but later after Qingfeng Xie and his party, he guessed whether it was because of some inhumane reason, coerced or framed, that he fell into this situation.

Even if you make friends for your birthday, you can't take half a step out of the school palace.

And until a few days ago, his cultivation reached the sixth grade, and he could intersect with heaven and earth, so he could barely detect a slight abnormality, half perception and half speculation, the old man's seat under the gossip array is actually his own artistic conception and charm to hook heaven and earth.

All around him were books of various factions, like a prison.

Only after reading these classics can the old man step out of the school palace.

However, even if the old man went through the books every day, the books on the table had never been reduced by even one, and after reading one, there would be one more.

It seems endless.

At that time, he realized that it was not that anyone wanted to block Ren Changge anywhere, but that he was unwilling to let himself go, not that he was imprisoned, but that he was imprisoned.

The voice paused, facing the head of the faction in front of him, Wang Anfeng did not say what he found, but pursed his lips, lowered his eyes an inch, and said calmly:

"Ren Lao, he is indeed still reading."

Zhu Ling didn't say anything when he heard this, but he still looked at Wang Anfeng with a calm expression, looked at it, and suddenly laughed out loud and said:

"It looks like he's very well-behaved, but I didn't expect it to be a dishonest child......"

The woman's eyes smiled, and she said again:

"But too."

"You are known as the Fufeng Bibliographer in the rivers and lakes, and the Fufeng Academy and Ren seniors are also considered to have some incense, and it is normal for you to hide something for him."

"It's just that I never thought that Ren Changge, who was crazy about swordsmanship back then, would become the rotten Confucian master he once despised the most, just reading books all day long, and for so many decades, he didn't even have the courage to step out of the school palace."

"It's a shame."

"Have you ever imagined that you would become the person you hated the most when you were a teenager?"

Zhu Ling chuckled, and his tone was idle and casual.

What he said was a corrupt Confucian who had imprisoned himself downstairs, and he was an old Mai Fuzi who had not dared to step out of the school palace for decades.

But what I thought of in my mind was still the Qingjun scholar who dared to scold the unkind of heaven and earth with a sword in a green shirt, and a domineering swordsman who set off three hundred miles of anger with a sword in Linjiang.

It is a madness that breaks through the six hundred armor with green bamboo and grows away.

can be said to say, in the final analysis, he is indeed a Confucian with white hair, a sword and a cliff.

Ren Changge of that era, but it is more sharp than the current book collector, a long sword swept, looking at the world among his peers, there is no match, the elegance was peerless, but now why has it become like this?

She was laughing, but there was really no smile in the laughter.

Wang Anfeng didn't answer, looking at his nose and nose.

It's as quiet as a master sitting on top of the bluestone.

Zhu Ling opened her mouth, but no one answered, a little boring, rubbed her eyebrows, and restrained her emotions, as if all the regrets just now had nothing to do with her, and now she looked so light that she looked like a female fairy sitting upright.

But in a blink of an eye, the female fairy fell to the mortal dust again, Zhu Ling muttered a few words, looked at Wang Anfeng and shook his head, smiled and scolded a little slippery head, and said:

"Don't mention those trivia."

"If he hides and doesn't come out, he won't come out, and we can't take care of the affairs of the elders, but you're ......"

"The book collector set off a huge movement in Fufeng County a few years ago, and what happened to me suddenly came to my Qingfeng solution this time? Didn't you fall in love with a certain girl in my sect, and you wanted to come and ask for a marriage? ”

"With the origin of your background in Fengzilou and my Qingfeng solution, it is not impossible at this time."

The woman's speech was a little narrow, and there was two points of closeness in her words, which was different from the majestic appearance when he came to Qingfeng last time.

It seems that because of the jade pendant on Wang Anfeng's waist, he has moved from 'a martial artist who has a relationship with Qingfeng' to 'a close junior who can make some jokes'.

Wang Anfeng hugged his fists and saluted, but did not show a cramped look as Zhu Ling thought, but spoke calmly, which made her a little surprised, and she heard the young man in the hall say in a deep voice:

"The seniors laughed."

"The younger generation came here to ask for the traces of the seniors, three years ago, the juniors and the seniors had an agreement, and they went to the appointment at this time, but they couldn't know the whereabouts of the seniors, so in desperation, they could only come to Qingfeng to disturb the seniors, and I hope not to blame."

"Liquor is free in the seniors......"

Zhu Ling whispered again, not seeming surprised, but nodded slightly.

She was a little lazy just now sitting in the upper seat, like a lazy cat in the spring sun, without the slightest threat, but at this time she straightened up, her eyebrows were slightly narrowed, and her expression became a little cold, fading away from the closeness when she was joking.

The fingers that were used to holding the long sword were slender and white, and they gently tapped on the table, and said lightly:

"The whereabouts of the predecessors of the wine freedom, this seat does know it, and it can indeed inform you."

"But this is the whereabouts of a contemporary grandmaster after all."

"Maybe it's an opportunity, maybe it's a heritage, I tell you today, if everyone comes to find this seat every day, won't it be troublesome every day, endlessly? Isn't this a self-inflicted effort? ”

Zhu Ling looked at Wang Anfeng with a pair of eyes and said with a chuckle:

"So you tell this seat, why did this seat tell you the news?"

Although he was laughing, he was quite detached, and the atmosphere in this room was a little dull for a while, not as close and relaxed as just now, making people feel like a large cloud in their hearts, which was really uncomfortable.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Ling.

The latter's expression is noble and slightly cold, and he is indeed the bearing of a big boss.

Even if he doesn't have a sword in his hand now, but he has a sword in his heart, looking at the realm of thousands of swords in the world, if he wants to say that this peerless master who suppressed the rivers and lakes of one side has not stepped on one foot or two, he will never believe it.

Facing such a master of masters alone, especially such a master of masters or looking at him with a cold face, anyone will feel trembling in their hearts, and they will not be able to laugh even if they can't laugh.

Wang Anfeng is more comfortable than just now, there is an elder in his family who often has a face, and he can't be more familiar with the appearance of pretending to be like this, he laughed softly, and said:

"Is there anything that the seniors want the juniors to do?"

"If the younger generation is within their ability, naturally there will be no second words."

Zhu Ling looked at him and said:

"Oh?"

"What if this seat asks you to kill a family with a sword?"

Wang Anfeng spread his hands and said with a smile:

"That's beyond the reach of the younger generation."

"Why?"

"Because the younger generation is unwilling, so he can't come out of the sword, even if he comes out of the sword, it's probably like a Taoist ghost drawing talisman on the street, maybe someone will be beaten out with a broom, and even the name of Qingfeng Jie, isn't this just beyond my power?"

Zhu Ling looked at the natural green-shirted swordsman below, was slightly stunned, and finally smiled helplessly, and said:

"It's really a slippery head."

"It's not as honest as it seems......"

"But it's okay, if you're honest, I don't feel comfortable letting you do this."

Wang Anfeng smiled and said:

"Now, the seniors can tell the juniors, how can I tell me the whereabouts of the seniors?"

Zhu Ling looked at Wang Anfeng, who was quite calm and calm below, paused, and said:

"Naturally."

"In fact, this matter is not without benefits to you, and you already have a heart and have a lot to do with Fengzilou, so this matter is the only one who is most suitable for me Qingfeng."

"Whether you want to do it in the future or not, I will inform you of the whereabouts of the seniors of Jiuzi."

Wang Anfeng clasped his fists and saluted to the woman above, and said:

"So, thank you seniors."

"Don't be busy thanking you yet."

Zhu Ling waved his hand, as if he was considering it, and after a pause, he said:

"Wang Anfeng, let me ask you, what do you think, how is my disciple Gongyu?"

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