Wang Anfeng didn't know how he could persevere.

The first time he had his own existence was a superfluous thought, if it weren't for the fear that the Danfeng Valley martial artist was hiding in one place and noticing that something strange would cause him to fall short, he would have already run away.

After the meal was finished, Wang Anfeng and Dingsong Yuwen separated from the door of the inn, and the young man watched the two of them leave together, before he turned around and blended into the flow of people, slowing down, and walking forward at twice the slower pace than when Fang had just been followed.

lowered his eyebrows, silently counted thirty-four numbers in his heart, did not turn around, only glanced quickly out of the corner of his eye, saw a rather old inn, saw the threshold that had been stepped on quite smooth, and the wooden staircase with cracks, Xiao Er took the copper basin towel for washing, strode over, stepped on the staircase, and made an unpleasant squeak.

In the eyes of others, the young man still looked as usual, and walked forward, but he seemed to be eating a little, and his speed was a little slower.

Wang Anfeng did not return directly to the Xue Palace, but went to the pharmacy next to him, bought some commonly used medicinal materials, and went to other places to buy some other things, before making a detour back to the Xue Palace.

It wasn't until the blue-shirted boy had disappeared into the crowd that a young man in gray leaned against the window on top of the inn with a smooth threshold and an old staircase, that he turned around.

The right hand was lowered from the hilt of the long, narrow knife at his waist.

Close your eyes slightly, and recall the experience of Fang Cai in your mind.

The person just now did know those two people.

When I came out, the pace of my footsteps was different from when I was just now, and it was much slower.

After thinking carefully about it several times in his mind, he confirmed that nothing was missing, and the cold internal qi in his body slowed down the circulation, and the pain like thousands of fine scale knives passing through the meridians stabilized, and he glanced at the inn again, turned around and left, perhaps because of a slight relaxation, a thought inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Not young, eat a lot.

Turning around and sitting back on the table, he poured himself a cup of hot tea, wrapped his hands around the teacup, felt the temperature on the cup gradually dissipate, looked at the wooden face reflected in the amber tea soup, and whispered in his heart.

Is...... Damn it.

Raise your hand and introduce the cold tea into your throat.

The restless killing intent subsided slightly.

Suddenly, a slightly gentle voice sounded in my ears.

"Discovered?"

The man's expression did not change, but his eyes became more and more dead.

Looking sideways at the place where the voice came from, next to the wooden door, leaning on a young man who was twenty-five or sixteen years old, who was also a killer in Danfeng Valley, he had prepared an extremely handsome face for himself, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he was dressed in a azure Confucian shirt, and a black jade pendant hung down from his waist.

The young man in gray glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

His body was slightly tense under his clothes, and his voice was hoarse, extremely ordinary, just like his face and clothes, which could hardly be impressed, and said:

"Nope."

The young man in the Confucian shirt looked at him fixedly, stepped over, the footsteps were calm, and the beating of the young man in gray coincided, slightly faster, the latter snorted, sensing the cold chill, and before he could react, a powerful palm was already on his shoulder, pressing him to move.

The young man in the Confucian shirt suddenly burst out laughing, his face was extremely friendly and free, and the laughter gradually stopped, and then lowered his voice a little, and said in his ear:

"That's for the best."

"I'm waiting for this time to join forces with those crazy people in the White Tiger Hall, it's a big deal, and there are too many things involved, but don't make any baskets, don't you say, hahaha......"

The young man in the Confucian shirt laughed again, slapped his right hand on his shoulder a few times, and squeezed his eyebrows and said:

"Go to the painting boat tonight, listen to the Oiran singing, and, hehe...... Boy, do you want to go with us? ”

The young man in gray stared at him and didn't answer.

The young man in the Confucian shirt shook his head with a smile and turned to leave.

……………………………………

Fufu-gun, Kitabu Castle.

The Giant Roc Gang is stationed.

In the past few days, the Jupeng Gang, which has been quite powerful, has been collecting all kinds of business on the surface, but secretly mobilizing the people of various counties and towns to collect many things, the most of which are all kinds of martial arts cheats.

Whether it is the inferior hard skills of the upper and lower ranks of the rivers and lakes, or all kinds of blades, swords and classics, not for quality, only for quantity.

Hundreds of books have been collected.

The gang leader Sun Jing raised his hand and flipped through a book of swordsmanship cheats in his hand, quite fascinated.

The world is big, there are many martial arts practitioners, throughout the ages, there are many martial arts that have lost their true transmission, lost their true subtlety, and only left the skeleton of the moves, just like the book of Qingfeng Sword Duel in his hand.

The tricks are simple, there has been no wonderful change, if it is purely from this move, it is just slightly better than the ordinary martial arts, but if you look at it as a whole, its connotation is continuous, and it claims to be a style, which is obviously not a big road.

If there is a master to make a move, with his own martial arts essence, the way to complete the swordsmanship, I am afraid it will also become a way to see the true meaning of the superior sword duel, enough to dominate the lower three products, even if it is to cross the Longmen Pass, set foot in the middle three products, if the martial artist is in this swordsmanship, plus his own understanding, whether he can go further, it is not known.

However, why is there such a task in the mission sent by the dragon leader?

The man frowned slightly, puzzled.

Even if it is the ultimate wonderful swordsmanship in the middle three grades, for the cultivation of a grandmaster who has reached the top three grades, it is just something that can be picked up, and it is not difficult to spend half a day and re-establish a sect based on his own martial arts experience.

This kind of thing, will it be useful to them?

Gongsun Jing fell into his own contemplation.

Is it to cultivate disciples?

No...... Not at all necessary.

Or is it that in order to cultivate a peculiar divine skill, you need to see all the places in Musashi in the world? In order to push through the old and bring forth the new, to take a step forward, to lead to a stronger realm?

Gongsun Jing's eyes widened slightly, and he felt more and more that this possibility was very high.

It is necessary to know that cultivation requires not only comprehension and perseverance, but also the roots and bones of people and the opportunity to create, those martial artists who are not high in cultivation, in terms of skills, in the martial arts, there may not be something that makes the three rank grandmasters shine.

Maybe there is only one point, but if these things are fused together, the vision of the above three-grade grandmasters, cut down the complicated and simplified, and bring forth the new, will definitely be able to achieve an unprecedented martial arts classic.

Gather the wisdom of thousands of people to achieve the fruit of one person's way.

Gongsun Jing, who thought he had seen the thoughts of the dragon head, gasped in his heart, and his expression changed, only feeling that the spirit of this dragon head was so big, the vision was so high, it was unprecedented, and it was definitely not comparable to an ordinary third-grade grandmaster, and at the same time, he didn't know more and more, what was the purpose of the birth of this organization?

At this moment, a heavy man's voice came from outside the door, saying:

"Helper, there's news."

Gongsun Jing came back to his senses, closed the cheats in his hand, put it on the table, and then spoke, saying:

"Come in."

"Yes."

After responding, a tall and fat reckless man walked in from outside the door, with a slightly excited expression on his face, and saluted Gongsun Jing with his fists, shouting:

"Helper, what kind of 'treasure' do you want us to take care of, there is a clue."

PS: Second update