After the young man returned, he slept very comfortably on the soft bed of the inn, and ate some early on the second day, and went out of the city gate with the green horse.

Different from the previous two times, this time it was a long way to go alone, and the scenery I saw was more than the original sum of the teenagers, and the mood was naturally more volatile, and I only felt that what I saw and heard along the way was very fresh and interesting, and I was full of expectations for the days to come.

Especially the rivers and lakes.

Although it is not into the rivers and lakes, the feeling of going to an unknown place also makes the boy quite excited.

will always uncontrollably think about what the days of happiness and hatred in the script will look like.

After walking along the official road for a while, Wang Anfeng turned into a small road, and walked for another hour, and the people who originally went out of the city together dispersed to other paths, only a middle-aged man with a clear face still went all the way with Wang Anfeng, who suddenly caught up with him and greeted with a smile:

"Little brother, what a coincidence, also go to Zhaojia Village? How can you be so face-to-face? ”

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, only thinking that Zhaojia Village was a small mountain village like Daliang Village, although this middle-aged man recognized the fork, but he was kind to people by nature, so he also smiled and replied with a smile.

The surrounding trees were originally luxuriant, at this time in winter, there was not a single leaf, around both sides of the road, like a ghost with teeth and claws, the wind blew the treetops, making an unsettling whistling sound, Wang Anfeng looked at the sky, thinking that it was really not possible today, so it was good to spend a night in Zhaojia Village, and suddenly noticed a trace of extremely good killing intent, and frowned slightly.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air, several afterimages shot out, accompanied by several crisp sounds, several arrows were nailed to each of the two rows of tree trunks, trembling, and more than a dozen big men suddenly rushed out on both sides, the first person carried a hundred catties of Xuanhua axe, with a beard on his face, his eyebrows were rough, and the axe in his hand was smashed heavily to the ground, and in the loud noise, he laughed wildly:

"Hahaha, what a fat sheep!"

"At first glance, it is for the rich and unkind, our brothers robbed the rich and helped the poor, just killed and relieved the poor!"

Wang Anfeng's expression was slightly sharp, knowing that he had met a robber, his wrist was slightly raised, and he was about to use the whip method, and said:

"Uncle Yang, you stand back, I'll ......"

Before the voice fell, he suddenly felt weak, a soft force appeared in his body, his complexion changed slightly, he suddenly remembered something, and turned his head sharply to look, and he was greeted by the gentle and smiling appearance of the clear man, and he understood it like lightning in his mind.

When eating dry food at noon, he once drank the herbal tea in the other party's pot.

The boy gritted his teeth and said:

"Is it poison?"

At this time, Wu Changqing had not yet given him a medicinal bath to cultivate a body that was invulnerable to all poisons, even though Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth and strengthened his spirit, but the drug given by the other party was quite extraordinary, and he held it out, and his vision gradually blurred after all, soft on the horse's back, the green horse neighed, and he wanted to rush out, but suddenly there was a sharp sword carrying the Buddha's voice and Sanskrit chanting in his ears, and his body was stiff and unable to move.

…………………………………………

Wang Anfeng woke up in a shake.

The internal force flowed, the thunder removed the residual toxins, and he was in a slight trance, and then he completely came to his senses, at this time he not only had a wooden sword on his body, the guqin was not there, and even the Confucian deep clothes sewn by the master for him were stripped away, and in the cold wind, only a thin underwear was left on his body.

His body was bound by a heavy chain, thrown in a wooden cage like a prisoner's cart, and besides him, there were many strange things, surrounded by more than a dozen big men, and it was already close to dusk, and the sound of loud conversation could be heard in his ears.

"Sixth, it's really yours, I'm afraid this kid has a little bit of work in his hands, and the whip lock is quite valuable."

"That's, I guess this kid should have learned some martial arts, and he wanted to come out to learn from others to wander the rivers and lakes, and I took drugs that were enough to stun a black bear, and I was not overturned?"

"Wandering the rivers and lakes, wandering the rivers and lakes, haha, the rivers and lakes are full of blood, and people before and after them will be given a knife."

After another burst of laughter and flattery, Wang Anfeng's body stiffened slightly, only to feel that his dream of the rivers and lakes was completely shattered, and he was thrown into the mud ditch, and let others step on a few feet at will, quite annoyed. At this time, it seemed that the speed had slowed down, and the carriage slowly entered a stockade.

Wang Anfeng peeked at it, and the blood all over his body was cold in an instant.

The setting sun was like blood, and there were two long poles erected on the left and right sides of the stockade, and on the rope in the middle, there was a row of corpses hanging like drying clothes, and several people cursed and cursed, and hung a new corpse on it, swaying in the cold wind.

The rough man who drove the car laughed and said:

"Haha, why is this girl dead?"

"Oh, I'm always stubborn, I'm all played rotten, and I'm stubborn, stubborn."

The man spat on it, and with a bit of resentment, he said:

"If she wants to die, then let her die!"

The middle-aged man with a clear face looked at it and sighed, "You're too ruthless......"

"Yo, what does the sixth master think?"

The 'sixth master' stroked his beard and said: "The most tasteful thing about this woman is the white and tender feet, you used red embroidered shoes, once you put on these hot iron shoes, where can you still see them......

The man was slightly stunned, but said again: "Oh, what do you care if you are dead, you don't know, sixth master, this girl wears red embroidered shoes, and she dances vigorously, and when she wears them, she is not afraid." ”

Wang Anfeng's body trembled slightly, but there was a Buddhist sound and sword roar in his ears, suppressing his anger, Mr. Win told him to understand the situation first, and then make a decision, not to act recklessly, there was no coldness in his words, and there was also anger in his heart.

He understood, but his anger never diminished in the slightest.

In the story, the image of the heroic heroes who gathered in the Wuthering Mountains and Forests, eliminated harm for the people, robbed the rich and helped the poor, instantly shattered, and turned into an extremely realistic appearance, the new corpse was a delicate and lovely girl, with a soft face, and died of severe pain, but the face was faintly relieved.

Rusty shoes that burned to red, no fear, danced wildly.

Dance to death.

How desperate is it to be able to take this tragic death as the destination of happy liberation, dancing on the fire, looking at those stunned robbers, looking at the look of those stunned robbers, is it proud and happy?

Wang Anfeng's palms trembled slightly, and the internal force in his body was mixed with thunder, almost roaring.

The little girl was not more than a year older than him.

He stepped into the rivers and lakes with a yearning for a fairyland, and when he looked back, he saw the most miserable scenery in the eighteen layers of hell.

On the way, we passed several low houses made of yellow mud and yellow clay, without any doors or windows, but surrounded by iron railings, and many people were encircled inside, including men and women, old and young, with numb faces, and many of them were still wearing thin single clothes, and they shivered in the cold wind.

On the south side of a high wall was nailed with iron torture instruments, and the fresh blood on them proved that this was not a decorative ornament, and around it stood tall robbers, with rough and powerful expressions, standing and chatting, while the people who had been kidnapped were toiling and whirring, and the slightest respite was whipped sideways.

Wang Anfeng was temporarily thrown into a cell, and the people laughed loudly.

There were seven or eight people in the room, most of them were already walking corpses, but only one old man still had some life, and when he saw him coming, he smiled bitterly:

"Goddamn bastard, he's plundered people again."

Wang Anfeng's eyes turned, falling on the old man, his mind was filled with unprecedented anger, he was pure by nature, and at this time, witnessing such a tragedy, his reaction was even more violent, and he muttered hoarsely:

"I'm a vast Qin, why, there are still such robbers, such a tragic thing?"

"Why"

The old man laughed miserably and said, "It is precisely because my Great Qin is strong and has a vast territory. ”

"can dominate the world and clean up all kinds of heroes, but this handful of bandits and robbers are like lice on the body of giant beasts, difficult to catch, difficult to clean up, the important thing is that after cleaning up, a new batch will appear."

"Da Qin is also bitter, he can't be transferred back to the Eighteenth Road Dragon Guard for these little lice...... Otherwise, the wolf cubs around are restless again, and the casualties are even more severe, and the ordinary guards take action, and this group of people are thieves, only scurrying around on the mountain, nesting in the cave and not coming out, only to shoot when they see the target, and want to exterminate it, unless they set fire to the mountain, it is difficult to be of great use. ”

"But if you set fire to the mountain, the people around you will be even more miserable, and I don't know how many local officials want to crack, but they are helpless, coughing up blood."

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth and said:

"That'...... And how can you ......?"

The old man sighed and said:

"Who knows...... These martial arts practitioners are strong, human nature is evil, and they are naturally lazy, and there are always many people who are unwilling to live honestly, rob their homes and houses, make money quickly, and be called a good man in the green forest, why don't they go? ”

"This is the so-called violation of the ban by force, creating evil!"

"The so-called saints do not die, and the thieves do not stop, if there is no martial arts in the world, is there no such a lot of lazy bandits and bandits...... What a hero, I'm sorry, the old man has never seen a good bandit! ”

The old man chattered, Wang Anfeng leaned against the wall, his mind was churning, and the anger that rushed to his brain slowly dissipated for a while, and he gradually regained his senses, but his thinking gradually changed, and his right hand on his knee was slowly clenched.

After about half an hour, someone opened the prison door, pulled up Wang Anfeng, who was covered in iron chains, and said:

"Big brother called you over, hey, you'd better pray that girl to serve the big brother well, the big brother is very angry today."

While speaking, he took Wang Anfeng and left, the old man wanted to say something, but in the end he could only sigh, sat in place in frustration, and suddenly lost his temper, slammed his fist on the ground, and scolded.

"Goddamn bastards, why didn't God take them in with a thunderbolt!"

The robber took Wang Anfeng with him, although he knew that the young man behind him was afraid of martial arts, but he was at ease.

Wearing that three-hundred-pound chain, how much strength do you have?

But just turned around a no-man's corner, a huge force struck, directly slashing at the robber's neck, the latter fell silently into Wang Anfeng's arms, Wang Anfeng avoided his gaze, dragged the robber into the shadow under the moon, and at this moment, Mr. Win's voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Into Shaolin."

Wang Anfeng fell silent and disappeared into the shadows. When he entered Shaolin, he saw the figure of Mr. Win, standing on the lonely peak with his hands in his hands, the scribe looked at him twice, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, and asked:

"You want to kill these people?"

"Do you know how many masters?"

"Do you know that maybe there are people in it who have some hardships and have no choice but to fall into the grass?"

Wang Anfeng was silent, glanced at Yuanci on the side, and for the first time faded away from the docile appearance of his disciple's juniors, looked directly at Mr. Win, and said:

"The laws of Great Qin, the murderer, the main offender hangs, the accomplice is beheaded, and the heirs flow for three thousand miles!"

"The thieves of Great Qin re-enforce the law, and those who gather a crowd to roar in one place are not guilty of killing! The main offender's property was all rewarded to the informant, and his wife flowed 3,000 miles, changed to a lowly status, and served for three years, and the accomplices committed murder together without reporting, and the murder was not guilty! ”

Mr. Win's face was grim, and he sneered and scolded:

"Childish! Who do you think you are? ”

"Like you, stupid and upright, black and white, you are most likely to be used as a sword."

"But ......"

The voice paused slightly, and a bright light appeared in the scribe's eyes, and he looked Wang Anfeng up and down, and suddenly stroked his palm and laughed:

"If you want to punish the law, it is difficult to punish, and you will kill the world and the world, good! Very good! Very good! ”

"There are many eyes, this matter will inevitably attract the attention of all parties, and you can't use your original identity."

With a wave of his right hand, an ink-colored dress appeared on the young man's body in a blink of an eye, which fit perfectly, without the slightest decorative pattern on it, except for the pure white of the leader of the clothes that was not stained with the slightest impurity, black and white, like a ghost from the underworld, exuding a gloomy coldness.

In Mr. Win's hand, another green bamboo appeared, straight and upright, and it was still stained with morning dew.

Throw it to Wang Anfeng casually and say.

"This thing can add a hint of yin change to your thunder energy, so that it can easily cover your tracks."

Wang Anfeng took over the green bamboo, thunder infusion, and a thunder snake flowed along the green bamboo, no longer strong and fierce, but added a little feminine, the color was dark purple, silent, hugged his fist and said:

"Thank you, sir."

The scribe in front of him waved his hand casually, and an iron mask appeared in his hand, which was about to cover the boy's face.

But there was a hand on his wrist.

Mr. Win looked slightly stunned.

The young man took the initiative to take the mask from his hand, and the carved one on it was a fierce man, the seventh son of the dragon, distinguishing between right and wrong, judging impartially, and a pair of tiger eyes were staring at Wang Anfeng coldly, like the eyes of a delicate girl under the sunset.

Everything he had just seen appeared in his mind, his fingers were slightly cold, and Wang Anfeng said softly:

"I'll come, sir......"

As he spoke, the young man raised his hand to cover the mask over his face, and in the gap between his fierce eyes, a pair of black and white eyes appeared.

The scribe was slightly stunned, then bowed slightly, took a step back, and looked at the young man in front of him.

Dressed in black, with black hair hanging down his shoulders, and his face was covered with a hideous and murderous mask.

The metal has a slight coldness, the black hair is slightly messy, and the black clothes make the young man's temperament more cold, and there is a killing heart in his chest, and the coldness is even worse, which makes Mr. Win's eyes more and more satisfied, and he bows his head slightly, and says.

"Give yourself a name."

The young man's eyes were still clean, he turned around with his sword, was silent, and said slowly.

"It's hard to settle."

In the blink of an eye, there was no longer this figure on Shaomuro Mountain.

Historians lamented that Confucianism uses literature to mess with the law, and chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban.

After all, it is difficult to settle.

PS: Long chapters are presented,

This is one of the turning points in Wang Anfeng's personality...... He can still be kind and sincere, but he can no longer be so simple as a child who has no experience in the world, he must grow up.

Then, I felt ...... There is darkness and chivalry, which is the rivers and lakes, and it is precisely because of the existence of darkness and the chivalrous style that it is more dazzling and precious......