Autumn is getting stronger.

The maple forest of the Fufu Palace is gradually dyed red, like a burning red bird falling here.

In the wind building, Wang Anfeng sat on one side, holding a book in his hand, these ten days, diligent practice, and finally the master passed on the Prajna palm to the door, the second master also taught him a fingering method, divided into close combat point points and pulses, and the strong and sharp fingers when attacking from a distance.

The latter relies on profound internal cultivation, and he is far from being able to use it at will at this time, but the close method, because he already has a little medical foundation, is quite quick to get started, and it can be used in the actual battle in the Bronze Man Alley one step earlier than the Prajna palm.

And the Panruo palm, the combat power shown by this palm method in his hands is just beyond the situation of Shaolin Changquan, and he has not yet shown the true power of the first palm of the Nafomen, and he also knows that his martial arts are not pure enough, so it is so, so he doesn't care.

At this point, the mind is already quite chaotic.

Wang Anfeng could hear the rain outside the window getting more and more urgent, and the sound of the rain falling on the bluestone slab was noisy and chaotic, and he was bored, and the speed of flipping through the book was a little faster than usual, and he couldn't see it at all.

Two faces are always uncontrollably conjuring up in my mind.

One is blurry, the other is clear.

The blurred face was a woman's appearance, the outline was very soft, it should be extremely beautiful, but the deepest memory was the palm on his cheek.

The hand was white, the color of bones.

The touch was also like white bones, colder, but far less than the droplets of water falling on his cheeks, cold to the bones, and terrifyingly cold.

I remember that day it was raining heavily.

The boy rested his right hand on the paper, and when he raised his head, he could feel the moisture rushing to his face between his mouth and nose, and the illusion that it was like drowning and suffocating from the dampness.

It was the heaviest rain of the year.

Wang Anfeng frowned.

He hates the rain.

Especially the autumn rains.

Especially the autumn rainstorms.

Exhaling a turbid breath, the young man got up and put the book in his hand back to its original position, I don't know if it was because the rain outside was too strong, there seemed to be a lot of people in the wind building today, the subtle footsteps were mixed together, but it was more uncomfortable than the loud sound of thunder, and the same was true for the sound of turning the pages.

Wang Anfeng glanced up at the already familiar Fengzi Building, but found that it seemed that because the building was too high, he had not found many more people.

It seems to be more sparse.

The boy's brows were locked, and he raised his hand to loosen his collar, feeling that his breathing was slightly smoother.

He had the urge to vent his anger, but his instinct to suppress it in the depths of his heart, just as the other face had been doing back then.

It's time to die, and they're still laughing.

There was a familiar student next to him who walked over and greeted him, Wang Anfeng was as gentle as ever, the student opened the bamboo umbrella when he was at the door, and some light rain spilled out, Wang Anfeng's palm instinctively trembled slightly, but he did not show any abnormality, and simply raised his hand to take down a new book.

I flipped it open, swept my gaze, and took one of the sentences into my eyes.

“…… And Yun finally hated being foolish, blood disease was rampant, the bed mat was fragmented, the knife was ineffective, the time was stopped, and the bones were thin. ”

The young man's palm was slightly strengthened, and he was silent, and closed the book, revealing the cover of the book, with the title of the book written on it, "Six Memories of Floating Life: Ups and Downs", its font is self-contained, as you like, but it is quite chic, but Wang Anfeng's heart is becoming more and more dull.

In June, he was in the same mood outside Dingwu City, when he saw the seven-rank martial artist of the White Tiger Hall falling, and the blood on his body was washed by the rain, there was a faint pleasure in his heart, which offset the dullness, Confucianism said that the gentleman was cautious and independent, and he suppressed the dark corner of his heart, but today is the autumn rain.

And it's rainstorming.

What's more, that person was completely asleep today eight years ago.

In the autumn rain in the past, when he wielded the pig-killing knife, he would be very happy, and the owner leaned aside and looked at him silently and quietly.

Fu remembered that in the small cabin in Daliang Village, the thin man was laughing until the last moment.

The knife is ineffective, and it stops from time to time, and the bone is thin and pinned.

The writing is really good, and the description seems to be.

Wang Anfeng was stunned.

'He' couldn't stand the cold, and even though he burned a very strong fire on a rainy day, he still left in the autumn rain.

On that day, the rain was heavier than today, and there was thunder and thunder in the sky, as if to send each other off.

The boy exhaled, raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, laughing in his heart.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, it was like a sow giving birth to her calves.

The corners of his mouth grinned, but even if he didn't look in the mirror, he could know that he must be smiling ugly now.

With thoughts flying in his heart, Wang Anfeng simply got up, lifted the bamboo umbrella that was placed aside, and walked outside, before he went out to the door, before he opened the umbrella, there was a young man whose eyes lit up slightly, and shouted:

"Hahaha, Wang Anfeng, are you finally willing to give it up?!"

"A certain family has been waiting for you for a long time, if you are not afraid, then come and fight with me!"

He was wearing a rather gorgeous yellow suit, and there were seventeen or eighteen gems on the scabbard of the sword he was holding in his right hand, which looked more like a treasure than a weapon, and there were two beauties holding umbrellas beside him, so he was not contaminated with rain and mist, and he still looked chic.

Since Fufeng is on the star list, there will naturally be people who will challenge it, some people will be famous, and some people just want to confirm what they have learned, and he is not a heavenly list, and ordinary people can't challenge it.

And the most important thing is that almost everyone in Fufeng County now knows it.

This bibliophile is a good man, a rare good man.

Challenge him, and he won't lose ugly, and when he came out in the past, he bragged to his friends, and he could also blow two sentences, saying that he had to compete with the masters on the star list back then, and forty or fifty years away, he lost with one move, and his face was also bright.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes to look at the yellow-shirted young man in the rain curtain, his heart was gloomy, but he still had self-control, and hugged his fists and said:

"I'm sorry, but there's something going on here today."

The implication is that I don't want to accept it.

The boy frowned slightly.

The bibliophile in front of him generally does not refuse the advice of others, but seems to be very interested in the martial arts of others, and is rejected at this time, but for the first time, there are already acquaintances and friends who laugh out loud, and his face can't help but be a little unbearable, and because the person in front of him has always been humble and polite, there is no fear in his heart, and he subconsciously sneered when he heard this:

"Why do the book collectors favor one over the other, just to learn from each other, can it be said that the book collectors are afraid?"

In response to such provocative words, the sword man behind the young man only stood with his eyes closed, without the slightest reaction. There were also four or five gorgeously dressed teenagers beside him, and there was a strange mocking sound from his mouth, which made the yellow-shirted young man quite annoyed, and in the sound of clattering, he had already drawn his sword out of its sheath and crossed the rain, and said:

"It's just a war, so why should the book keeper do this?"

The rain is still falling.

Wang Anfeng's depressed mood today gradually collapsed.

Raising his eyes, the people he saw in front of him were undoubtedly from the family, since there would be Huangfu Zhuo among the children of the family, there would be heroes like Xue Qinshuang, and there would be such people who relied on power, and even if these people relied on power, there would also be warriors who were not weak to protect them, and they didn't have to care about others.

Tyrannical thoughts rose in my mind, and I was suppressed by my state of mind all along.

No...... It's just the most normal reaction of a rejected person.

Wang Anfeng whispered in his heart.

If he is rejected, he will naturally feel uncomfortable, all things in the world are not unequal, he did not reject others before, and now he rejects him, he will naturally feel that he is targeting him, and he will naturally be angry.

You can't think you're superhuman just because you're on the star list.

I restrained myself in my heart, but the strange voices of yin and yang still didn't stop, mixed with the rain, and were washed to the floor, and the two familiar faces in my mind became clearer and clearer in the more and more rapid rainstorm.

The young man swung his sword, and the rain fell on the spine of the sword, bounced up by the energy, and splashed on Wang Anfeng's face, like a woman's white fingers touching it, like a tear without temperature.

The palm holding the bamboo umbrella gradually presses down.

The young man saw that Wang Anfeng no longer responded to him, and sighed, although he was angry, he also knew that he was a quite talented martial artist in front of him, he was not a big brother, and he couldn't do too much, so he decided in his heart to go to the painting boat to vent some anger, and with a shock of his palm, he was ready to withdraw the long sword in his hand to the scabbard, raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Anfeng, and sneered in his mouth.

He has always been domineering, and his words are quite polite, do you want to come to a sentence and rush to mourn? But he didn't want to be dirty like those ordinary martial artists, and he had a grudge, so he just hugged his fist casually and said with a smile.

"Then we shouldn't disturb the library keeper again."

"I'm sorry to bother today, so ...... I wish your family a long and 100 years old. ”

Wang Anfeng's body shook slightly, and a faint bloodshot appeared from his pupils.

The face of the young man in front of him gradually coincided with the White Tiger Hall martial artist who fell in a pool of blood.

PS: The first update is presented......