Seeing the sluggishness on the faces of those children gradually turned into shock, and then there was an uncontrollable sense of pride - at the feast, in front of thousands of nobles and even female dependents, the lord of Zhongxing in one side danced like a servant to cheer up, and a king chanted poetry, and the majesty shown in just one sentence almost came to the face.

The vast Qin, like the sun rising!

"You stinky boy......"

The old man dragged Wang Anfeng over, and said angrily: "I have raised you for so long in vain, and you treat me like this?!" ”

Wang Anfeng scratched his head and said honestly:

"Uncle, no matter how hungry you are, you can't deceive the child's food, my father said, a gentleman doesn't eat the food that comes from the spurt......"

"Also, I'm raising you......"

"You...... You, you, you! ”

The old man was blocked, he blew his beard and glared angrily, and finally raised his hand to give the young man a chestnut on his head, and a touch of surprise appeared imperceptibly in his pupils, and the palm that was about to be withdrawn was directly pressed on the top of Wang Anfeng's head, pressing him to sit on the ground, rubbing his black hair messily like rubbing a cat, his slightly frowning brows slowly stretched, and he smiled like he was fine:

"Let's go on, I was interrupted by this stinky boy, and then I won't talk about any interesting things in the court, let's talk about the fast rivers and lakes of Qingfeng cooking wine, and talk about the many chivalrous people who dominate the world!"

"Okay, good!"

"I want to listen to the Qinglian swordsman who is both poetry and sword!"

"You have to listen to the peerless thief who steps into the void!"

Whether it is a boy or a more quiet girl, when he hears the word Jianghu, his pupils are about to release light, and Wang Anfeng, who was pressed on the ground by the old man, was also slightly stunned, and he had a feeling of expectation for the things in the rivers and lakes that he didn't care about very much, and he didn't struggle, just sat next to the old man like that, the latter squinted at him, hehe smiled, the wine gourd in his hand was used as a shocking wood, slapped it heavily, his eyebrows swept in all directions, and he said in a frustrated manner:

"Today, we don't talk about the poetry and sword, nor the peerless thief, let's talk about the knights and masters in these game worlds, and the many sects behind them!"

"The world is stable, I have seven major sects in Daqin, standing on this vast thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, among which there are many masters, the world's peerless list, all of them are on the list, each generation has each generation of wonderful, each generation has each generation of transcendence, among them, if you talk about the way of the sword, the Tianshan Mountains take the cold of the Tianshan Mountains, lonely and fierce, the swordsmen of the world respect it as a holy place, in addition to a leaf Xuan between the mountains and rivers, proficient in the way of Confucianism pen and ink landscape to resist the enemy, the disciples in the door are not only handsome, but also proficient in the six arts of the gentleman, each has a derivative of the mastery."

"Under the seven major sects, most of the sects are not clear, and the way of cultivation also has its own characteristics, but it has always been inseparable from the path of the martial saint when he was discussing martial arts thousands of years ago."

The voice paused slightly, the old man's eyes swept over the faces of those children, and when he saw the color of longing, he smiled again, and said slowly: "The beginning is to build the foundation, there is a difference between inside and outside, external martial arts, with the body first, the qi and blood are strong, and the practice is to the fullest, which is often enough to resist the sword with flesh and blood, and the internal martial arts is to breathe and breathe, to raise an internal qi in the body, when the internal qi is abundant, the fists and feet are facing each other, and the strength is not inferior to the good hands of the outsiders, and the transfer is also more flexible." ”

"It's a pity that although the internal qi is strong, there will eventually be a time when it is exhausted, and the physical strength of the outer master is enough to compare with the beasts outside the mountain, the two compete, if the inner martial artist can not subdue the opponent before the internal qi is exhausted, his life is in danger, and the external martial artist can not defeat the opponent with a hard bridge and a hard horse, so he can only carry it alive and deplete the opponent's internal qi, so as to have a chance to win."

Wang Anfeng was thoughtful when he heard this, feeling the warm airflow in his body, and his heart suddenly changed, it seems that Master Yuanci is cultivating internal strength, not focusing on the body, the old man next to him glanced at him, smiled slightly, and did not continue to talk about the next cultivation realm, but turned to the front, and talked about those young heroes in the rivers and lakes who have already had a lot of anecdotes in the foundation building stage, and the tongue is like a lotus, and the children below are fascinated.

It wasn't until the sun rose overhead that the shouts of parents came from the village, that the old man smashed his mouth and said no more, these children saw that there was no story to hear, and they all carried the small bench under their buttocks, and scattered, the old man leaned lazily on his rattan chair, and the wine gourd was put on the stone table on the side, and said slowly:

"Say, stinky boy, where did that internal qi in your body come from?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, skillfully took the old man's gourd, turned around and poured another gourd of light wine in the jar, and answered honestly: "You can see it?" ”

"Nonsense!"

The old man glared at him fiercely, pointed to his eyes, and said angrily:

"I'm not blind old man!"

"The eyes are shining, and the breath is lively, this is obviously the cultivation of internal strength, and even the reaction after the transformation of the internal strength, you kid, even hide it from me, it really should be beaten, it should be beaten!"

"You have good eyesight."

Wang Anfeng scratched his head, handed the wine gourd in his hand to the old man, and said convincingly: "You will know everything at a glance......"

"Cut, that's of course, and don't look at who I am."

The old man squinted his eyes, and took the wine gourd handed by the young man with a smug face, but some cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he muttered secretly in his heart: "Grandma's, I almost capsized in the gutter, and I want him to know that I felt that wisp of internal qi when I touched his body, and I couldn't hold my face......"

"Good risk, good risk......"

Raised the wine gourd and poured it into his mouth, stretched out his eyebrows and eyes away from the old man, put his right hand on the back of the chair, his white hair danced like a wild lion, and he looked like a master in the world, and asked slowly:

"Let's be honest, stinky boy."

"How long have you been practicing this internal skill?"

Wang Anfeng scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "More than four hours...... Right? ”

"I'm so pointed...... Poof! ”

The old man who looked like a master of the world just now squirted out a sip of wine, and then coughed violently, the old man's face turned red, which startled Wang Anfeng, and hurriedly walked up and put his hand on the old man's back to help him gasp, but saw that the old man directly threw the wine gourd in his hand, and scolded:

"Ahem, cough, the gourd that was hit by a thousand knives, there was a leaf in it, and it almost got into the throat, cough, cough, cough!"

His face was full of resentment, and he gasped as if he had seen a ghost in his heart: "Four hours? Four hours?! This stinky boy has never lied, and he doesn't feel that when he has practiced internal strength, didn't it really take him four hours? ”

"Is this bastard's talent really so terrifying? Compare to the martial arts genius of the Seven Great Sects?! ”

"Lao Tzu didn't look away back then?!"

At this time, Wang Anfeng had already picked up the wine gourd, took the well water and cleaned it, the old man's eyes rolled, and fell on the young man, wanting to ask him where he learned his kung fu, but no matter how talented he is, he will never be able to cultivate internal strength without the support of a master, and it is an absolute taboo to explore the sect at will in the rivers and lakes, and the inner qi is masculine and upright, it is definitely not an evil sect, and after thinking about it for a long time, I had to give up this idea.

But this thought disappeared, but another thought floated up slowly, and the old man looked at Wang Anfeng's figure, and the divine light in his eyes flickered slightly.

"Uncle Li, the gourd has been washed for you, this is the pork sent by the owner's family, I will put it here for you."

At this moment, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, turned around a few steps, put the cleaned wine gourd on the stone table, next to the pork wrapped in oiled paper, and then smiled at the old man:

"Libo, I still have some firewood to sell in my room, so I'll go back first, if you don't have enough things, just tell me, I'll send it to you."

"Go, go, I can't live without you at such an age?"

The old man rolled his eyes, waved his hand to let him get out quickly, the whole person shrank on the rattan chair, looked at the back of the young man leaving, I didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were calm and peaceful, the breeze blew his pale messy hair, as if he was fused with this lonely small courtyard, suddenly sighed lightly, picked up the gourd and poured it with his hand, his expression was slightly stiff, and he smashed the gourd directly on the ground with his backhand, and scolded:

"Wine?!"

"Old Li Zi bluffed me again, good wine smells of light wine, and light wine smells of well water!"

"I, I demolished your little broken building!"