The rain is getting quieter.

Fufeng School Palace, a wooden house at the wind building.

Wang Anfeng knelt on the ground, a piece of yellow paper in front of him was folded into a tablet, and the three incense sticks in front had been burned out, and there were still some fire-colored ashes blown by the wind, and they scattered in all directions.

The boy opened his eyes.

When his father died, he was buried by Libo himself, and he also said that he was not interested in leaving any tablets, so even Wang Anfeng, who was his only son, could only fold a substitute with yellow paper.

The aroma produced by the burning of woody incense lingers in the nose.

The depression and gloom in Wang Anfeng's heart finally dissipated like a rain and a sunny day, looking at the yellow tablet, he suddenly couldn't tell the difference, the so-called sacrifice, is it to comfort the ancestors, or to free himself?

This thought is just fleeting, the young man got up, in previous years, burning incense always felt paralyzed waist and legs, had to slow down for a long time, now there is a good kung fu in the body, the feeling in the memory, but I haven't been able to experience it for a long time, pick up the yellow tablet, light the fire.

Seeing that the familiar name was swallowed up by the flames, and then gradually dispersed, Wang Anfeng stood in place with his eyes closed, and after a long time, he cleaned up his mood, took a broom and dustpan, and prepared to clean up the ashes left behind, but just when his palm just touched the broom, a familiar cold voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Take a trip back to Shaolin Temple."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and then reacted, and his expression changed slightly.

Mr. Win?

In the past, neither Mr. nor Master took the initiative to ask him to return to the Shaolin Temple.

Since it is so abnormal today, there must be a special circumstance.

Thinking of this in his heart, the young man didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly closed the doors and windows, turned around and sat cross-legged on the bed, raised his right hand, revealed the string of Buddhist beads, and said in a low voice:

"I want to go back to Shaolin."

The familiar wooden house in front of me, the faint fragrance lingering in the air, all dispersed, turned into the scenery of Shaomu Mountain.

Outside the wind building.

Xue Qinshuang, dressed in white, walked over slowly, holding a green umbrella in her right hand and a pot of good wine in her left hand, looking at the wooden house with a little hesitation, not knowing whether she should go over or not.

After hesitating for a moment, he was worried in his heart after all, and stepped closer.

She wasn't new to the game, and she knew what she heard in the tavern, and she could only believe half of it at best.

Force must be exaggerated, to say that Wang Anfeng can be a seven-grade martial artist, thinking that he is inferior, is simply joking, even if she is drunk, it is impossible to believe it, but the general course of the matter should be credible, and it is precisely because of this that she noticed something wrong after the battle spirit emerged.

How could Wang Anfeng, whom she knew, do such a thing?

No way.

Before stopping at the wooden house, Xue Qinshuang was a little hesitant whether she should knock on the door, worried about Wang Anfeng's state of mind, and afraid that she would be alone, so she took the initiative to come to visit, which caused a misunderstanding among the teenagers. When he was hesitating in his heart, he suddenly smelled a faint aroma and looked slightly stunned.

Woody.

And it is specially used for sacrifices.

Suddenly thought of the rumors I heard in the tavern today, the young man who was very different from the past, and directly drew his sword out of the sheath in a few words, Xue Qinshuang had a slight understanding in his heart, and when he looked at the closed wooden house again, his eyes softened irrepressibly.

The green umbrella in his hand turned slightly, and he didn't knock on the door, carrying wine in his hand, he originally planned to get the young man drunk first, but at this time, it was not necessary.

It's time to leave him alone.

In the deep rain, the girl in white with black hair hanging down her shoulders, holding a green umbrella, turned to leave.

Shaolin Temple.

Wang Anfeng had just stood firm, and he saw that there was only Mr. Win in front of him, wearing a green shirt, standing with his hands in his hands, with a slight doubt in his heart, he stepped forward to salute, hesitated, and asked:

"Sir called me over today, is there anything wrong?"

The scribe looked at the scenery outside the mountain, but did not answer immediately, as if thinking about a question, and after a while, he turned slightly sideways, looked at the young man behind him, and said slowly:

"You've been here for a year."

Wang Anfeng was puzzled, nodded, and said:

"Well, it's been more than a year......"

Since last summer, he picked up the bracer that was not a Buddha bead at that time, and then came into the Shaolin Temple, met the master, Mr. Win, and the second master, and practiced all the way.

The scribe bowed his head, his gaze brushed over the young man's face, and said:

"Today, I'll take you to meet the subordinates of this realm."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then an incredible feeling arose in his heart.

Underling?

In this Shaolin Temple, the people he saw were the three masters, and the others rarely met, and even if they did, they would only have an instinctive reaction, and the words that could be said were turned over and over again, not much, just like an extremely realistic Mojia machine person.

Therefore, when he heard Mr. Win say that he wanted him to meet his 'subordinates', he had a feeling of disbelief in his heart for a while, Mr. Win glanced at him, did not speak, and casually threw a mask to the young man, and said:

"Cover your face, I'll just show you today."

"Don't say much."

Wang Anfeng took the mask and saw that the mask was dull in color, like accumulated rain clouds, but it had extremely simple lines, and it looked like there was an indescribable majesty and dignity.

This mask...... It seems to be more conspicuous than without.

The young man was puzzled.

Wasn't the mask a prop used by the assassins to conceal their identity? Why is this so...... Sedulous?

Honest use?

Second identity?

With a slight realization in his heart, the young man raised his hand and covered his face, and then felt a strange force sweep over his body.

The right hand was raised, and this power was entangled in the palm of his hand, turning into a dark golden dragon, only swimming between his five fingers, and faintly he could hear the sound of the dragon's groan, which frightened Wang Anfeng, and his body trembled slightly, and then he understood that this was the effect of the mask itself.

Masks that are too deliberately designed will make their own appearance unnoticed, making it easier to escape.

I see.

Wang Anfeng bowed slightly, thinking that he understood the original intention of the designer of this mask, raised his hand and clenched his fist, the golden dragon was entangled, although it was extremely gorgeous and majestic, but Wang Anfeng could feel that this golden dragon was not powerful, but it just looked very powerful.

The boy's thoughts diverged slightly.

The role of hiding the identity can be done with just an ordinary mask, even if you want to use it as a second identity, there are various methods, and there is no need to spend a lot of money to create such a useless treasure.

The person who created this mask is really unpredictable.

The young man made a judgment in his heart, and immediately followed behind the scribe, Wu Changqing raised his eyes in the distance, and his pupils reflected the brilliance of the golden dragon, which made the old man recall some unpleasant memories, and said:

"It turns out that Mr. left that legacy so that Feng'er could participate in those things."

"This mask can hide the identity of cultivation."

Turning over a page of recipes, the old man glanced over there, sighed, shook his head and said:

"I haven't seen ...... in so long"

"Those people's things are still like this......

Hokubu Castle, Fufu-gun.

The Giant Roc Gang is stationed.

Gongsun Jing sat in his room, his eyes slightly closed.

His heart was full of struggles at this time, and it became more and more intense.

A month ago, he was inexplicably dragged by a master to a place similar to a blessed land, where he saw unimaginable marksmanship, and relied on his insights to successfully defeat his biggest opponent in the gang battle, and ate a large amount of territory and business.

If you can eat all of these benefits, you just need to eat them all......

His giant whale gang can almost compete for the number one gang in Beiwuzhou City in the future.

As long as his strength is the only one step forward.

Gongsun Jing's palms trembled slightly because of the ambition boiling in his chest.

But behind that mask-covered and unfathomable person, is it an abyss of broken bones, or a high-level person who is on the rise, is he good or evil?

In the man's mind, he remembered the man standing with his hands in his hands and the green shirt moving with the wind, this figure gradually magnified in his mind, gradually occupying all his mind, and the cold voice was like ice, extinguishing that bloody ambition.

Fear grows in my heart.

This fear of the unknown made him even more restless than the battle on the battlefield back then.

At this moment, the so-called 'token' in his palm had already glowed with a faint brilliance.

In the past month, he wanted to throw away the bead more than once, but he dispelled this thought more than once, at this time the light lit up, his heart tightened slightly, and he subconsciously held the bead in the palm of his hand, refusing to relax in the slightest.

His eyes fell on a line of poems on the desk, and he comforted himself in his heart, he could not be a great evil person who could write such verses......

What a pity to hit 3,000 miles, I'd rather bury 100,000 graves!

The next moment, Gongsun Jing's majestic body had disappeared into the Giant Whale Gang's station.

Shaolin Temple.

It is enough to win the leader of the first gang in Northern Wuzhou.

The seven-rank master of martial arts, the man who has already helped more than a thousand people, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed deeply towards Mr. Win and Wang Anfeng.

"Junior Gongsun Jing...... I've seen the winning dragon's head. ”

PS: Today's second update...... It's a little late (hug your fist)