Wang Anfeng's injuries were under the care of Wu Changqing, and the poisonous energy in it was cleared, and there was no major problem, and he used the silver needle technique again, urging the qi and blood, and disguised himself as if he had not been injured, and estimated that he would not be found by anyone, so he took the wooden sword and returned to the present world.

Seeing that there was no one on the left and right, Fang Cai breathed a sigh of relief, in order to hide his figure as much as possible, he did not walk from the official road, and took a long detour, and returned to Fufeng City from another direction.

When he went out of the city it was in the morning, this way rushed to fight, and in the Shaolin Temple to heal his wounds, so far it was already a moment of unitary time, in late autumn, the horizon was already the sunset molten gold scenery.

Wang Anfeng stood in front of the city gate, turned around and looked at the remnant sun in the sky, looking at the blood streamer, winding from the miserable blue sky, it was the same as the scenery on the Mi family's station that day, if you want to say it hard, it is similar to the blood spurting out of Xia Changqing's throat.

His face was so miserable at that time.

Wang Anfeng's thoughts diverged, and he was a little distracted for a while.

Pedestrians looked at the stunned young man, not knowing what he was thinking, but in a blink of an eye, he left this matter behind him, and walked towards the city, thinking about the hot water and food at home, his wife and children, and his emotions were quite high.

The crowds come and go, and the teenagers are on the independent side, separated by an inch, but they are out of place.

It wasn't until the sunset went down the mountain, and the sunset on the horizon gradually thinned, that Wang Anfeng came back to his senses, tightened his clothes, and walked towards the city, the lonely and slightly cold breath on his body dissipated, and he was a peaceful boy again.

His hosta was torn off by the strong wind when he fought with Xia Changqing, and his clothes were also torn, at this time, he only found a straw rope in the Shaolin Temple to tie up his black hair at will, and changed into a loose gray clothes, carrying a wooden sword, and his appearance was no different from that of a young warrior walking the rivers and lakes.

It is said that the person with the sword on his back is extremely conspicuous, but this kind of young man in Fufeng City, he doesn't know how much he has to go in and out every day, but it is extremely ordinary and does not arouse the attention of others.

It wasn't until he entered the city calmly that the young man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and looked around the week, he didn't eat many grains of rice in a day, and he was in the Shaolin Temple, and he hadn't eaten.

This place is close to the city gate, there are not a few restaurants, just at a glance, you can see more than a dozen restaurants of all kinds, south of the Yangtze River and north of the country, there are everything, even if it is a few dishes in Wangxian County, the aroma is wafting, and Wang Anfeng is hungry and thirsty.

But he only thought that he couldn't see these restaurants, his hands hung down and covered his abdomen, and he walked away with his head down, struggling in his heart.

I want to eat.

No, you don't want to.

Want to eat......

No, you don't want to.

The things at the gates of the city are too expensive.

Not cost-effective.

After walking for about ten minutes, he turned into a rather remote street and alley, followed the fragrance for about a kilometer, and then saw a small stall, looking at the stall, the young man still couldn't move his footsteps after all, as if he was in a daze, walked towards the vendor, and then sat down.

There are two large cauldrons on the shelves of this stall, the soup in it is pure white, churning vegetables and pork, after Wang Anfeng sat down, he took out a delicate pocket from his arms, which was quite a two-point weight.

This is from that Xia Changqing's body, he has never seen how much silver money is in it, but the weight is about a lot, the young man reached in, and touched a jade brand from inside, as well as a few ingots, his heart was slightly relieved, luck was in his fingers, he deducted a small grain from the ingots, spread his hands on the wooden table, and said cautiously:

"Shopkeeper, bother to get a pound of cooked meat, don't ......"

"Half a catty, half a catty, and a basket of flatbread."

Opening the palm of his hand, the thing in Wang Anfeng's hand fell on the table, dripping and rolling, the color turned golden, it turned out to be a grain of gold, the shopkeeper glanced at the gold, was slightly stunned, and then seemed to be afraid that Wang Anfeng would regret it, strided, copied it in his hand with the momentum of the wind and lightning, and clenched it tightly, and took two steps back, shouting loudly:

"Okay, little brother, wait a minute."

"Eat right away, I'll get you some money first."

The young shopkeeper took a few steps back to the room, the young man was slightly stunned, opened the delicate purse, looked inside by the light of the sky, and saw only three exquisite ingots, under the dim light there was a graceful but not dazzling golden light, and there were still a few jade cards.

There was handwriting embossed on it, and it was in the shadows, so it was not clear that Wang Anfeng's palm moved slightly, causing the jade pendant to fall in a direction and see the handwriting on it.

'Ten thousand taels. ’

Wang Anfeng's heart burst out, almost jumping out of his throat, and then it was a ridiculous sense of unreality.

Fifteen pieces of pork in one go.

That little bag is equivalent to ......

Uh, uh......

Equivalent......

The young man looked slightly dumbfounded, and failed to draw a conclusion in his mind, but turned into a mess, and simply left it behind.

Anyway, that number must be the pork he can't eat in his life, and he still felt a little guilty because he asked for meat, but at this time, his mood has calmed down, and all that is left is the joy of waiting for the food.

While carefully putting away the purse, he thought to himself, there is so much money in it, no wonder these things are hidden so deeply by Xia Changqing.

If it weren't for the sound in my ears, I wouldn't have found it.

If you think about it carefully, that voice seems to be that of the Third Master, so skillful......

The young man nodded slightly, confirmed the identity of his third master in his heart, and sighed happily and sincerely.

Sure enough, he is a thief!

…………………………………………

Shaolin Temple.

Wu Changqing looked at the hung feather lying in the air, and said:

"When are you going to teach An Feng Qinggong?"

The thief had a straw stick in his mouth and said lazily:

"Light work...... No hurry, no hurry. ”

"At least when his injuries have subsided and the impact of the breakthrough has subsided, he can start practicing, otherwise it will not be easy to get started, and if he doesn't do well, he will practice into a four-like, go out to walk the rivers and lakes, and sooner or later hit the streets."

"How can I say that I can come back to life also has his reasons, now that he calls me a third master, I have to do my best to do three points of effort, uncle, I am the first time to be a master, but I have to maintain the majesty of the master, even if the surname wins to force me to admit it, I also have to let that kid understand in his heart that he is not a thief ...... me."

Speaking of this, Fu thought of something again, Hongluo Yu suddenly turned over, the straw in his mouth changed positions, and glanced at the green-shirted scribe over there with a slightly provocative look, and said with a smile:

"Speaking of which, old medicine jar, you said that there are four people here, and it seems that only three of them are the masters of that kid."

"Ahh

"Alas, alas, what about you, the surname wins......"

The voice fell, but Mr. Ying didn't react, Hong Luoyu was quite bored when he saw this, and shrugged his shoulders.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind Hongluoyu, and with his light skills, he naturally dodged, but for some reason, he failed to move a minute, his face stiffened, and a palm grabbed his head, and then violently pressed his face directly on the bluestone, and the force was so great that it was directly embedded in it.

Where the face rubbed against the bluestone, it seemed that curling green smoke had risen.

Wu Changqing helplessly looked at the thief who had pit himself to death again, stuffed the plug borrowed from Yuan Ci into his ear, looked down at the book of medicine in his hand, and muttered in a low voice:

"Today, for the third time, ......"

PS: First update