Wang Anfeng looked at the bird that had been smashed and fainted, and then looked down at the porcelain bottle filled with the aroma of medicine in his hand, the whole person was a little dazed, and almost relied on instinct to walk down the mountain in a daze, and even did not send firewood to a few big families in the village, so he returned to the small dilapidated house by the willow tree at the entrance of his village.

Throw away the bundle of firewood behind him, sit in the room and look at the porcelain bottle on the table in a daze, look at it, the corners of his mouth can't help but appear a silly smile, only to feel that his heart is open, while snickering, but he wants to cover his mouth, just like a little milk cat that has eaten fish, the whole person fits over, falls directly on the hard bed board, and holds the quilt and secretly enjoys for a long time.

One turned over, and suddenly felt some pain in his wrist, and then he realized that he still had the strange bracer he picked up on the mountain, and he hadn't waited for its owner, and the owner's pig hadn't been fed yet, not to mention that he had to take care of the old man who lived alone instead of his parents, and there were many things that came to his mind directly.

Although he still didn't understand why it was still night just now, and it was morning again in a blink of an eye, but it did not prevent him from realizing that a long time had passed, and the master's words of more than four hours were still in his ears.

"Where's the bracer? Why is it gone? ”

"Di - Shaoxia has chosen his own sect, the server uses liquid metal deformation technology, and the appearance has been changed to Shaolin Temple disciple decoration centering Buddha beads, in order to prevent loss, it has been bound to Shaoxia."

The crisp and pleasant female voice sounded in his ears again, Wang Anfeng was stunned, looked at this string of Buddhist beads, and only after a while did he ask:

"Shaolin...... Meaning, this thing is mine? ”

"Could it be that Master gave it to me...... It does look very similar to the beads in Master's hand......"

"An Feng, An Feng, are you here? Someone just said you're back......"

Just when Wang Anfeng was a little dazed, a heavy and powerful male voice sounded outside the door, the young man recognized the owner of this voice, and he didn't have time to care about whether this string of 'centering Buddha beads' belonged to him, so he turned over and landed directly, dressed up, pressed his mind, and walked quickly to open the door, and sure enough, he saw a young man wearing a blue robe with a collar, who was raising his hand and knocking on the door outside the door, and saw that he came out with a smile on his face, and said with a smile:

"You kid, keep me waiting."

"I'm really embarrassed, Brother Wang, I encountered something yesterday, so I didn't go to the owner's house......"

Wang Anfeng saw the young man, and without waiting for him to continue, he rushed to apologize, his face was full of apologies, but the tall young man outside the door was stunned, raised his hand to touch Wang Anfeng's forehead, and laughed: "I haven't suffered from wind and cold, why do you talk nonsense during the day?" ”

"Nonsense?"

The young man was stunned, and the blue-shirted young man laughed and said, "You fed my pigs fat yesterday, and you didn't see them for a day, so you forgot all about them?" Looking past the boy to the bed that had just been messed up, he only swept a look of understanding on his face, and teased:

"It seems that An Feng, you have also stolen a free time today, and you are in a daze, but too, you are busy every day, even if you sleep more, it doesn't matter."

The young man opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but he didn't know where to speak, and as early as he was thinking, the young man had already lifted a large piece of pork in his hand, and laughed to himself:

"Don't mention this, my family killed a pig today, and my father asked me to send you a piece of five flowers, the sun is very poisonous these days, you cooked it early and ate it, so it will be hot and smelly."

"Here you go, there are still things at home, so I won't tell you more, let's go first, if you have free time, you and I will talk about it in detail."

Unable to allow the young man to excuse himself, the young man surnamed Wang stuffed the meat into Wang Anfeng's hand, said a few words of greeting, and then turned around and walked away, the young man took the pork in his hand, and looked at the young man's appearance helplessly, but there was some familiar comfort in his heart-

Everything has not changed, it is still a familiar village and a familiar person, if there is a change, I am afraid that only the Buddhist beads in my hands and the warm flow of air in my body.

It's just time, but what's going on?

Obviously, a day has passed, but Brother Wang said that he had been there yesterday...... Doesn't time change much?

Wang Anfeng scratched his head, his eyes fell on the oily pork in his hand, he no longer thought about it, smiled and said in a low voice:

"Forget it, don't worry about this for now, I haven't eaten meat for a long time, and I should send some to Libo."

Because Yuan Ci didn't mention much about the Shaolin faction's ban on meat, the young man had no concept at all, but because he could eat some meat, he turned around and went back to the house, took the kitchen knife and divided the meat into two parts, and now put the smaller one into a bowl, and took a piece of oil paper to carefully put away the larger meat, washed his hands, and then closed the door and window and went out of the house with this pork, and walked towards Libo's house.

He didn't know who Libo's surname was, but he remembered that when his father was still there, the relationship between the family and Libo was very good, he often came and went, and he would let him send a copy to Libo if there was anything delicious at home, and he always accepted it unceremoniously, his facial features looked majestic and terrifying, but he was very good, he seemed to have been a storyteller outside, and there were always endless good stories in his stomach, and the children in Goudi Village couldn't help but want to run to that place.

Children are always noisy, but he doesn't care about this matter, although he lives alone, but the noisy naughty boy seems to have fun, the more listeners, the more energetic he speaks, Wang Anfeng hugged the pork all the way through the main road, stopped in front of a small courtyard far away from the villagers' houses, and heard a familiar voice before entering:

"The world is so big, almost boundless, the small country and the king of the world, that is not at all countable, the little cubs, there are many more than you think, and there are only a few of those lords, the Turks, the Turkic king of the year was stupidly like a pig, and divided the land and people to his brothers and sons, but he was starved to death in the tent when he was old, and the fight outside was inextricable."

"A dozen is almost a hundred years, until this generation, the little prince of the original Northern Turkic branch, with a scimitar to force his father to abdicate, and then cut off the head of a gentleman on the spot, tidy up the military horses, and swept one side in just ten years, not only to subdue all those Turkic kings, but also to stimulate his territory to expand a lot outward, hard work, Wu can be compared to a grandmaster, and his literary talent is also flying, which can be called a moment of handsomeness!"

"Wow, oh!"

The children who listened attentively let out a burst of exclamations of admiration, Wang Anfeng quietly entered the door, did not disturb the white-haired old man, only stood aside with a smile, the latter raised his hand and swallowed a mouthful of bad wine, the white hair danced like a wild lion, and the gourd in his hand was used as a startling wood, slapping it heavily on the table, saliva flying, and said:

"And the other, the land of Baekje gathered all kinds of small tribes, each with its own rules, but also its own kung fu, plus poisonous insects are everywhere, the people are fierce, that is called a mess, but when the prince ascended the throne, he was wearing a tattered linen coat and holding his fists, saying that he would rely on his fists to penetrate the hundred tribes and then ascend the throne, everyone thought he was joking, but before he ascended the throne, he really went."

A little boy's eyes lit up when he heard this, his blood boiled, and he asked again and again, "Then did he succeed?" ”

"Of course not, the people who shot the hundred clans are all old bastards, thieves and thieves,, he lost badly."

The old man swallowed a sip of wine, looked at the eyes of those children, smiled, stopped pretending, and said, "However, he never gave up. ”

"It took three years, punch by punch, from the weakest clan to the wang clan, and finally beat the strongest person in the Baekje royal family to the ground, covered with scars, step by step on his throne, and then he integrated the martial arts of the hundred clans, created his own unique mastery, and did not have the slightest concealment, and announced it to all the Baekje tribes, open-minded, rare to see in the world!"

"Isn't he afraid that others will be stronger than him?"

The old man glanced at the young man who asked the question, raised his finger and shook it, and said:

"He is only afraid that among Baekje, there is no one stronger than him."

Just this sentence, even if I haven't seen it, that kind of frank and unrestrained air is also blowing in my face, it seems that through the description of the old man, I can see the king of Baekje, and I was a little yearning for a while, and the courtyard was silent, so at this moment, a little girl raised her hand and asked in a whisper:

"They are so powerful, what about our Great Qin?"

"Yes, where is our Great Qin?!"

The little boys' eyes lit up slightly, and they looked at the old man, but now he didn't seem to hear it, leaning lazily on the rattan chair, dangling the wine jug in his hand, and smiling: "Oh, I'm a little tired after talking about so many things, don't talk about it......

The expectation on the faces of the children was directly stunned, the eldest boy rolled his eyes, and rushed forward directly, smiling and rubbing the old man's shoulders and back, the children reacted, in order to satisfy the desire for the story, one by one or pinched the legs, or knocked the shoulders, the old man stretched comfortably, and said:

"Comfortable and comfortable ......"

"Leave the old man, feel more comfortable...... Go on...... How is my Daqin? ”

The old man raised his eyes and looked at the child's smiling face, squinted his eyes again, stroked his belly and sighed: "After talking so much, the worms in the stomach have begun to scream, how is this good?" ”

“……”

The boy looked stunned, then gritted his teeth, trembling and reached out to touch the snack in his arms, his face was full of struggle and longing, the old man next to him squinted his eyes and opened a slit, smelled the smell of lard dregs, took a deep breath, and swallowed his saliva.

"In December of the seventh year of his ascension to the throne, Jiayin, Shangxing Furong Garden, the Emperor Taishang placed wine in Weiyang Palace......"

At this moment, a mellow voice sounded, and the children subconsciously looked back, and saw the wild child in the village who had no father and no mother, disdain and contempt appeared on the faces of the younger ones, and those older children looked away in embarrassment and embarrassment, Wang Anfeng helplessly looked at Libo who wanted to deceive the child into making snacks, forcibly ignored the latter's eyebrows, and made a concealed gesture that divided half of you, and said gently:

"There are sometimes nobles who are innumerable, the crown is like a forest, and when the wine is drunk, the emperor is drunk, and the laughter makes the Turkic king dance and cheer, and the king of Baekje sings poems."

The young man raised his eyes to see that the disdain on those faces had all turned into dullness, smiled lightly, and said:

"Don't dare to disobey."