Wang Anfeng was in a hurry, and the qi cultivation kung fu taught by Mr. Jiang was as broken as a piece of tissue paper in front of Libo, and the still immature face showed a lot of youthful spirit, and he glared at Liqi Dao viciously.

He was suddenly able to understand what Uncle Wang, who had just lifted the skin on the back of his rhubarb neck, was feeling.

Liqi Dao glanced at him and smiled proudly:

"Look at it, I won't look at it anymore."

"You can't even practice the third Heavenly Thunder Fist, and the fourth Heavenly Thunder Battle Qi is the old man's obsession for the past fifty years, although it is only a rudiment, you kid can't touch it, wait until your Gang Thunder is enough to spread all over the meridians and muscles around your body."

"Come here, sit down cross-legged, and the old man will help you get familiar with the method of Gang Lei Jin."

The young man glared at the uncle again, and then walked over obediently, sat in front of the old man, and felt that the bun was in the way, so he pulled it away, and the young man's black hair hung softly on his shoulders, and the old man took a sip of wine, and stroked the top of Wang Anfeng's head with his right hand.

Purple lightning flashed.

The young man's pupils contracted suddenly, and the world in front of him changed in an instant.

There was a trickle of thunder in the air, and his body was sitting, but there seemed to be another 'he', following the old and distant voice in his ears, performing all kinds of unfamiliar fist and foot tricks in the courtyard, not some great martial arts, but the most basic, can only be used to lay the foundation, simple boxing and leg techniques.

It is no longer the internal force of the bell jar that operates in the body, but another kind of masculine and righteous force.

It's like heavenly might, so that the ordinary fists and feet are covered with extremely strong power.

Liqi Dao raised his palm, took another sip of wine, and his eyes were calm and distant.

The young man in front of him sat cross-legged, looking dazed, as if he had fallen into the dream of Huang Liang.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

………………………………

As soon as he opened his eyes, the sky and the earth were dark, the stars and the moon were in the sky, and a faint thunder had appeared in his body, slowly flowing along the trajectory of the golden bell jar, and his body was slightly numb, and then he was smoothed by the warm internal force.

For the steady and steady Buddhism and Taoism, it is already rare.

Wang Anfeng was only surprised, the old man's voice had already heard in his ears, and he said angrily:

"Awake?"

"Come over to eat when you wake up, let the old man pass on your martial arts, and you have to take care of your kid to eat."

As he spoke, the wooden door in front of him was opened, and a gray-haired head poked out of the way, rolled his eyes, and shouted:

"Hurry up, come here!"

Wang Anfeng clenched his fist, and a subtle thunderbolt burst out from the fist, like in a dream. With the power of manpower to control heaven and earth, the young man's heart jumped, and a bright smile appeared on his face, and he responded:

"Hey, here we are."

"What to eat today? Plum cabbage button meat, or drunk chicken? ”

“…………”

"Eat, eat, eat, know to eat! Why don't I eat you to death, stinky boy! ”

"But, you urged me to eat......"

"You!"

This day is the Great Qin calendar, December 17th, just after the end of the tooth festival, in addition to the medical doctor, firewood, rice, oil and salt are still a little service, the sisters of the Qinglou painting boat are also more and more enthusiastic, many residents in the city packed up, entangled, and purchased New Year's goods, along the official road in all directions, back to their hometown.

There are thirteen days left, which is the New Year's Festival.

Wang Anfeng's cultivation is still in order, but in his spare time, he bought materials by himself, made two lanterns, and waited for Chinese New Year's Eve to be wrapped in bright red cloth and hung in front of the door.

Li Bo once said that his internal strength cultivation was only one step away from the nine-rank martial artist, but Mr. Win scoffed at this, saying that the most difficult thing for a martial artist is the pass, a heavy pass is a double lock, and there are not only many talented martial artists who have been locked in their youth for decades, but also like a carp crossing the river, and they can't be counted at all.

Only by persevering and forgetting distracting thoughts can we smooth out the obstacle little by little with water grinding.

And then there are the three words that are concise and to the point.

Go for the practice!

The young man sat obediently on the rocks, his eyes gentle, flat as water, watching the clouds and mist change in the distance.

After this period of practice, his eyes have become familiar with long-term vision, and the originally ethereal clouds and mist have begun to follow in his eyes.

The swimming of the clouds and mist is like stretching fists and feet, and it seems to be a warrior who comes and goes.

If the stratus clouds are stacked, it is like a master's move, there is no trace, the illusion is unpredictable, Wang Anfeng always guesses wrong, but the young man is always happy to do it, trying to predict the trajectory of these changes.

The scribe who stood with his hands bowed slightly.

The ghost is like a fox, and there is a hint of approval in his long, narrow eyes like knives.

Immediately stiffened slightly, and the perception ability of the peak martial artist instantly swept left and right, and found that only himself and Wang Anfeng were behind, he coughed lightly, his chin was slightly raised, his expression became more cold, and his demeanor was independent.

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, Wang Anfeng sent the god of the stove, went to the merchant's house, and rarely bought a piece of stove candy to treat himself, the merchant is an old man, the stove candy is a family heirloom, it is extremely hard, it can not be broken, it must be split with a kitchen knife when eating, although it is very heavy, but the material is very delicate.

Seeing Wang Anfeng coming, he smiled and took a kitchen knife to chop a small piece for the young man, and the young man held the candy and ate it for a long time, but he remembered the little girl who chewed the rock sugar gourd that day.

She must have eaten very little sugar.

So the sour sugar gourd is reluctant to spit it out.

Thinking divergently, the boy swallowed the stove candy, his teeth were a little sticky, but it was also a nostalgic feeling.

On the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, Wang Hongyi sent the fat pork over, the young man turned out the big iron pot, stewed for several hours, the broth was boiling, the large pieces of pork rolled in the soup, and the chopsticks could easily poke out a hole, the meat was crispy, the mouth melted, the big material, the star anise mixed with the aroma of pork permeated for a long time.

The days passed in the young man's calm mood, and as the days passed, his eyes became brighter and brighter, even if he practiced hard, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, and he only felt that the world was bright, and even the air seemed to be filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Finally, in the increasingly strong smell of the New Year...... Wang Anfeng's thirteenth year has turned to the last day.

I got up early in the morning and pasted the Spring Festival couplets, the words on them were written by Mr. Jiang, the words were very good, but the couplets were very simple.

The old wooden door was cleaned and cleaned, and the newly bought door god was pasted, the red lantern was hung up, and at night, the candle was put in, and the warm red light would be lit up in front of the door of each house, as if in the world, a warm torch was lit in Daliang Village, calling the wanderers outside.

Chinese New Year's Eve, a new yuan, Vientiane renewed.

The sky was slightly dark, Wang Anfeng went to the Shaolin Temple in advance as instructed, and after the practice, I wish you all a good New Year.

Mr. Win's face was full of impatience, and he scolded him for wasting time, so he brushed his sleeves and left.

Yuan Ci gently agreed, and gave the young man a simple bracer, on which the King Kong scripture vaguely appeared, but Wu Changqing's expression was a little strange, first gave the young man a pill, stroked his beard and said:

"This is a poison pill, as a New Year's gift, although limited to materials can not really get rid of those strange poisons, but wear it on the body, ordinary poisons will also take the initiative to leave you, if you want to walk the rivers and lakes, it is somewhat useful."

Fu groaned again, took out a mask from his arms, looked more and more strange, and said:

"This is a nine-grade mask, which can change its appearance."

"If you walk the rivers and lakes, you will definitely be able to use it in the future. Of course, this sentence was not said by the old man, it was ......"

The poignant sword roared suddenly.

The old man glanced in that direction, as if he hadn't heard, and said:

"It was given to you by Mr. Win."

The young man took it, and before he could speak, he was already sitting on the bed, and he was kicked back to Daliang Village, and someone knocked on the door to call him, but it was Wang Hongyi, who had changed into new clothes, and happily invited him to eat at home.

On this Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in previous years, he was either at Uncle Wang's house, or with Uncle Libo, eating a rare meat, hearing this, he nodded and agreed, and when the two went out, they happened to meet Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang and Uncle Wang didn't know when they knew each other, talked to each other, and simply decided to eat this meal at Wang Anfeng's house.

The red candle was bright, and the big round table, which had been idle for seven or eight years, was turned out, and Uncle Wang's son Wang Pengchi became a lot stronger because of the practice imposed by his father, but his temperament did not change, and he boiled hot water and wiped it with a rag several times.

Although Wang Hongyi is a butcher, he also has good cooking skills, stir-fry on a high fire, make a lot of meat dishes, and put them on the table, he doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, but today he made an exception and left the uncle to carry the wine jar and fight for wine, and the master rolled up his cuffs and went into the kitchen to cook some meals.

Mr. Jiang held the wine cup in his hand, smiled gently, drank lightly, and the pink carved Jiang Tianhong sat on the stool next to Wang Pengcheng, holding a big pig's trotter in both hands, listening to the young man's bragging, his face was sluggish and dazed, and he was stunned.

Rhubarb sneaked a chicken leg in his mouth, coiled it aside, and after only two bites, it was snatched away by a black cat, paced proudly, and tore it up and fed it to his own child.

Wang Anfeng sat in his seat dumbfounded.

His house is not big, in the past felt empty, but today it feels so small, there have been countless fantasies of lively scenes appeared around him, but only felt like a dream, he knows, in the distant Tianhe County, Jiangnan Road, Saibei, in the towering Shaolin Temple, there must be someone wishing him from afar.

"An Feng...... Anfeng? ”

The voice in his ears brought the young man back to his senses, and the drunken Wang Hongyi looked at him and said with a heroic smile:

"There is a new atmosphere in the New Year, come on, come on, An Feng, Hiccup, An Feng, you come and make a wish, let's, let's all listen......"

Everyone stopped and looked at him with a smile, Wang Anfeng thought about it, his eyes fell on those familiar faces, and he said softly:

"I hope that everyone will be safe and happy, and that everything will be successful."

Hope too...... Next year, no, next year, next year's Chinese New Year's Eve, you can do it.

"Hahaha, a good word of peace and joy, that's it, let's go one!"

Wang Hongyi laughed, got up to toast, and everyone smiled in response.

The sound of firecrackers came from outside the door, although there was no fireworks in the big city, but the crackling sound also brought the flavor of the New Year to a new peak.

The boy had never drunk, but he was already drunk.

On the second day, Wang Anfeng went to various homes to pay New Year's greetings.

Under the big locust tree, there are no more scholars who smile gently.

PS: The long chapter is presented, and the Daliang Village chapter is coming to an end~