"Now that I've confirmed that you're not such a fame-seeker, it's time for me to leave the Fufeng Academy."

Wang Anfeng naturally thanked him, and the famous catcher in front of him chuckled lightly, and said leisurely:

"You don't have to thank me for saying it, come again, I want you to do one thing."

Wang Anfeng said quietly:

"It's okay for you to talk about it, as long as I can do it and don't violate my principles, I will definitely help you."

Jiang Feng looked at the young man in front of him steadily, his smile was restrained, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly:

"If one day, I will become the face of those corrupt officials......"

"Kill me."

Without waiting for Wang Anfeng to answer, Jiang Feng Yiqing had already turned around, walked slowly, with a calm demeanor, walked slowly with his footsteps, turned his back to the young man, walked more than ten steps, and suddenly said slowly.

"Of course, if you're no longer upset."

"Then the one who came to you is no longer Jiang Feng Yiqing, but the Legalist unintentional."

Wang Anfeng looked at his back as he dived into the darkness, made up his mind, and said:

"It's also possible that you didn't have a knife in your hand that day, but wine."

Jiang Fengyi's footsteps paused slightly, and he was silent, and there seemed to be a smile in his voice.

"If so, the best."

The good word has not yet fallen, the figure has disappeared in Wang Anfeng's sight, the wind word building is still standing quietly, green bamboo into a forest, lush, here as usual, there is no way to see that there has been a battle, Wang Anfeng exhaled, turned around and walked towards his wooden house, walking slowly.

It is difficult to forget the immortal, and it is born because of the injustice you see.

I hope that there will be no more injustices in the world and the swordsman will be hidden.

Instead of having no intention of being angry in the heart.

……………………………………

In the bamboo forest, a black-clothed general stood with his hands in his hands, letting the wind lift the hem of his clothes, his eyes slightly closed.

Is it right or wrong?

It wasn't until the dawn of the sky had arrived that the expression on his face moved slightly, no longer so cold and hard, he raised his hand and rubbed his face, just like an early student who slowly walked through the familiar truth, going against the flow of students, saying hello to acquaintances from time to time, with a smile on his face.

When he went out, Yan Ling waved at him and shouted:

"Senior Brother Yiqing, today I want to talk about a new chapter of the Fa Sutra, do you want to know?"

"Got it!"

Jiang Feng Yiqing responded with a slight bow, his face was as usual, the sun was shining on him, and his exhalation seemed to bring warmth.

Say that the patriarch is naïve, but why am I?

When the decades have passed and I am about to die, I will certainly do my best to record the most complete laws and regulations I have seen for future generations, even if new problems will arise.

Jiang Feng looked at the door of the Fufeng Academy Palace, whispered leisurely, shook his head, and stepped out without the slightest nostalgia.

"The law is endless, ......"

There is no law.

However, there is no law, there is no end, there is no stop, and the heart of change is not dead, so it is a legalist.

………………………………………………

In the Shaolin Temple, it is still the original appearance, on the lonely peak, a gray-robed monk sits on the bluestone, as if meditating, and the scribe on the side is holding a book in his hand, as if immersed in the world of the book, Wu Changqing is still sitting on his rattan chair, leisurely, turning a page, and suddenly said with a smile:

"The old man thinks about it, if you want to eliminate the grievances in your heart, you still have to ask for medicinal food."

Yuan Ci raised his eyes slightly, shook his head and said softly:

"The external force of medicinal diet is a three-point poison of medicine, and there will be troubles."

"It's better to use Buddhist scriptures to dispel the fire in your heart."

Wu Changqing put down the Chinese medicine scripture in his hand, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Ah, Master Yuanci, you're not right."

"The truth of the Buddhist scriptures is the easiest to take advantage of the void, and it is better to use mixed yuan pharmacology to make Feng'er's heart clear during this time, and he will not be paranoid."

"Sir, do you say yes?"

Mr. Win sneered and turned his head away.

Wu Changqing was bored with himself, but he didn't care, turned his head and continued to argue with Yuan Ci.

What Wang Anfeng experienced during this period of time is just a common talk for old rivers and lakes like them.

But for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, the impact is so great that they can hardly bear to think about it.

I originally thought about it, to see if the young man could resist by himself, but after only a few days, one by one he couldn't sit still at all, the one who couldn't be blown by the eight winds fell off the lotus platform, ran to the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion overnight, rummaged through the Buddhist scriptures that dissolved the fire in his heart, and the one who read all the things in the rivers and lakes got up from the rattan chair, squatted in front of the kitchen pot stove for an unknown amount of time, and studied the medicinal diet to calm the demons.

They all feel that their method is the best.

When Wang Anfeng appeared, the atmosphere above the entire Lone Peak seemed to freeze instantly.

Yuan Ci coughed lightly, his face was as calm as ever, and beckoned Wang Anfeng to come over.

Looking at this Wang Anfeng, who was almost watching himself, from a young man in a small mountain village, to his current appearance step by step, the monk's eyes were gentle, he raised his hand and gently stroked the young man's black hair, rubbed it gently, and said softly:

"Feng'er, you're doing a good job, come, sit."

"Today, I will pass on the key to the second layer of the golden bell jar for your teacher."

The monk's voice paused slightly, and then he said casually:

"And then, there's another verse here, which is also ......"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Wu Changqing coughed violently, the first doctor in the rivers and lakes seemed to be suffering from a very serious wind chill, the sound of coughing even suppressed Yuan Ci's voice, and also attracted Wang Anfeng's gaze, Yuan Ci frowned slightly, turned his head to stare at Wu Changqing, the old man did not flinch in the slightest, stroked his long beard, and said with a smile:

"Master Yuanci, Feng'er just came over, and he said that he was in a hurry, isn't it too anxious?"

Fu looked at Wang Anfeng, who was more silent than usual, his eyes were full of kindness, and he smiled and seduced:

"Come, Feng'er, the second master has made a lot of new medicinal food today."

"It tastes good, and you add your favorite ......"

"Amitabha, Mr. Wu, the poor monk thinks that it is more important to practice."

"Huh...... It's the master's appearance. ”

"No, it's Master Wu who has a cognitive obstacle ......"

Wang Anfeng was a little dazed when he heard this, but Mr. Win's brows were already slightly furrowed, and when the two were arguing, he put the book in his hand on the table with his backhand, got up and stepped forward, and his body method was unfolded, pulling out a series of afterimages behind him, and in an instant, the person had appeared behind Wang Anfeng.

With his left hand behind him, and his right hand grabbed it casually, he lifted the collar of the young man, Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing were slightly stunned, and the scribe had already seen them sneer, and then stepped out, as if riding the wind and resisting the sky, and rose to the sky.

"You!"

"Sir, stay!"

Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing got up and chased two steps abruptly, but at their level, one step faster, they were already thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye, where did they still shout and live, not to mention that the scribe relied on his identity and easily erased his own tracks, so he could only glance at each other and smile bitterly.

With a sigh, the monk erected one hand on his chest and saluted:

"Mr. Wu...... In the past few days, it is the poor monk who has lost his words, and he has looked at Haihan. ”

The old man smiled bitterly and arched his hand:

"In a hurry, the old decay is also quite offensive......"

"I just didn't think that it was Mr. Win who made a move and directly overturned the chessboard."

"However, since Mr. Win rushed to make a move, I can only trust him"

His voice paused slightly, and the old man muttered:

"But I still think that medicinal food is the best, but my husband has never argued, and he wants to be confident."

"Confident?"

The monk smiled helplessly, strode to the place where the scribe was sitting, looked up and down, a look of clarity appeared on his face, and he casually opened the book that was buttoned on the table, shook his head, and said:

"Is that what you can do?"

Wu Changqing paced over, looking at the rows of upside-down words on it, dumbfounded.

"This ......"