Those who pass time, the reverse journey of heaven and earth, the one who lives, and the passer-by of a hundred generations.

The world is like a tide and people are like water, two years ago, the name of the Fufeng collection of books was no longer known at this time, Hong Feibai did not show the slightest abnormality, just saluted, and said:

"In the next Hong Feibai."

"Brother Wang's great kindness, it is difficult to thank him, he will be rewarded in the future."

"The young man's words are heavy......"

Wang Anfeng smiled, invited Hong Feibai to sit back on the bed first, and he taught these children to practice calligraphy in the outhouse, Hong Feibai watched the young man outside in the room leaning over and over again, holding the palms of those children, teaching them how to write, and teaching them the meaning of these words.

Six or seven-year-old children are at their most lively and unable to sit still, but they are very quiet at this time.

And Wang Anfeng was not impatient at all.

Hong Feibai looked at the young man's eyebrows, and his anxious and uneasy mood gradually stabilized, thinking about it, cross-legged on the bed, meditating and qi, between breathing, the internal force in the body flowed slowly, and after a while, it had been running in the body for a week.

When he returned to the dantian, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his face had lost his composure.

After being injured last night, he was directly unconscious in the cold and icy night, expecting that he must have suffered a lot of internal injuries under the invasion of the cold air, but when he ran just now, he found that there were no internal injuries, and even his original secret injuries were a little lighter, and when he was angry, he was much happier.

Obviously, when he was in a coma, a famous doctor administered an acupuncture to make him angry.

Could it be that it is Brother Wang?

Hongfeibai's expression changed a lot, but he could only get this one idea.

While he was meditating, the children had already returned to their respective homes, and the room was much more spacious, Wang Anfeng made a fire in the stove, and put an iron pot on it, and the pork was cut into cubes that could be swallowed, mixed with fried soybeans, and began to simmer slowly over low heat.

The dry wood was burning in the stove, Wang Anfeng sat on a small pony, broke the dry wood next to him, and stuffed it into the fire little by little, as if he found that Hong Feibai had woken up, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile:

"Hong Shaoxia, are you better?"

The firelight shone on the young man's cheeks, dressed in cloth, black hair like ink, only a quiet and peaceful temperament, no quarrel with the world, the doubts and speculations that had just risen in Hongfeibai's heart disappeared under this temperament, and he laughed at himself in his heart, only feeling that he was really being chased in a hurry, thinking about everything.

Still, someone must have healed themselves.

You can ask later.

With a slight turn of thought, Hong Feibai walked out of bed, and just walked into the outhouse, he smelled the fragrant aroma, his eyes lit up slightly, and said:

"Good cooking!"

Wang Anfeng smiled:

"It's just a pity that the village butcher is unwilling to sell the hoof to me."

"Otherwise, soybeans stewed and boiled hooves will taste better."

Hongfei said with a smile:

"That's enough."

"It's a pity that there is meat and no wine, it's a pity."

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said seriously:

"You're injured now, you can't get drunk."

Hongfei was stunned.

"Still, there's some tea."

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Above the sky, a flying eagle fluttered its wings and snorted.

The sound of horses' hooves came straight to this side.

On the vast earth, a snow-white, black horse like ink, from a distance, towards a peaceful village, galloping wildly, the ink danced, the horses' hooves burst, mashing the calm atmosphere.

Snow rises.

To the left of the leader, there was a rather beautiful woman, and with a whistle from her mouth, the eagle landed beside her and circled, and suddenly flapped its wings and rose into the sky.

The woman looked at the burly man next to her and said:

"I've found the man's whereabouts."

"It's just a village not far ahead."

The man is eight feet tall, although he is a person in the rivers and lakes, but he is different from others, even the people and horses are wearing heavy armor, and the weapon used is also a three-hundred-pound heavy iron spear, adding up to thousands of pounds of weight with the help of the horse's momentum, almost not inferior to the great power of the Southern Barbarian beast Mammoth, hearing this, he frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Guaranteed?"

The woman bowed her head slightly and said:

"I made a mark on him, using the pharmacology of the Pharmacist Valley in the Fufeng Rivers and Lakes back then, since two years ago, after the Pharmacist destroyed the sect and the fire refining closed the mountain, in this Fufeng Rivers and Lakes, there are only a few people who can recognize this 'Thousand Miles of Illusory Clouds'."

"This silver-feathered flying eagle was only able to perceive this taste by chance."

His voice paused slightly, and he hesitated again:

"However, I don't know if anyone else has made other marks on that person."

The man frowned slightly, thinking of those powerful warriors, but he didn't say anything, just said:

"Accelerate."

"Yes!"

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Hongfei Bai was holding a cup of tea, and his eyes were looking directly at the iron pot.

The mellow and seductive fragrance, accompanied by the young man's unhurried fan in his hand, does not linger in front of his nose.

The young man took a deep breath of the aroma, raised his hand and raised his neck again, and poured the cup of tea directly into his stomach, but instead of alleviating his hunger, because of the lightness of the tea, the aroma was even stronger, and it went straight into the temple of the five internal organs.

But the young man next to him was still unhurried, so he really couldn't pull the skin, so he had to get up, pick up the teapot next to him, pour it into the teacup, the clear tea soup penetrated into the white porcelain teacup, it was also quite gratifying, Hongfeibai put the teapot on the table, made a soft sound, and the tea soup had a faint ripple.

Ripples collide on the rim of the cup, slowly calming down.

But only at this moment, the tea in this teacup suddenly rippled again, and the ripples gradually expanded, constantly trembling, Hongfeibai's expression was slightly stunned, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.

"No ......"

Above the sky, there was a sudden sound of an eagle falcon, piercing through the golden cracked stone.

Then there was a laugh like a night owl sounding outside, flickering left and right, flickering forward and backward, ethereal, like a ghost, and suddenly laughing:

"Hong Feibai, your grandfather is here, why don't you come out and die?"

Hong Feibai's face instantly turned blue, and his body was a little chilly.

He knew the laughter well.

In other words, the entire martial artist of Fufeng will be very familiar.

After the Fire Refining Gate was closed, the entire Fufeng rivers and lakes were already difficult to calm and break the deadlock, and at this time, they lost the Dinghai Divine Needle, and completely became chaotic, and the sects that were originally afraid of the Fire Refining Gate began to expand their power wantonly, and the frequency of martial artists became more and more frequent.

More warriors died.

More warriors became famous.

Ghost Owl Sword.

The strength of light skills, except for the elders of the various sects and the middle and third-grade masters who walk on the rivers and lakes, few people can match it, and with a cold and cold swordsmanship, it is enough to make people fearful.

At the same time, two more voices sounded, saying:

"You want to steal our stuff?"

"Steal our stuff and die."

These two voices are a man and a woman, but the tone of speech is the same, there is no change in tone, and the two sentences are said in unison, so that people can't hear what they want to say, and they can only feel the indescribable weirdness.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be the Yin family brothers and sisters, what do you call your things, the things on the rivers and lakes, whoever has the big fist is who's who?"

Another voice sounded, and although the words were rudely powerful, they could be heard full of jealousy.

Hongfei's white face was completely pale.

Everyone who spoke outside the door, the weakest one, was able to take his life within thirty moves, and the reason why he hadn't done it until now was because he was afraid of each other.

He was only chased and killed by another team of warriors before, but he never thought that after sleeping, he would become even more.

Hong Fei's white face changed again and again, fear, resentment, and sadness, and finally sighed, looking at the young man next to him who was still fanning the stove, the latter did not show any frightened look on his face, and was still calm.

Hong Feibai admired his mental determination, and in the face of danger, his face still did not change, he was even calmer than his own martial artist, laughed at himself, simply let go of his mind, and said:

"Brother Wang, this pork stewed with soybeans is good?"

Wang Anfeng said:

"Not yet, there will be about a quarter of an hour left......"

Hong Feibai sighed:

"Can you give me a grace time?"

"Wouldn't it matter if you were a quarter or two earlier?"

"I've been smelling the fragrance for so long, so let me take a bite."

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, shook his head, and said:

"Nope."

Hong Feibai looked at Wang Anfeng, sighed, the smile on his face gradually converged, and said:

"Brother Wang, thank you for saving your life."

"Whatever happens after that, don't come out yet."

After saying that, he bowed deeply to Wang Anfeng, turned to look at the wooden door, and the door was separated, perhaps it was a judgment of life and death, Hong Feibai took a deep breath, and his face became quiet for fear of being suppressed.

The internal force gradually began to surge in the meridians.

When he was about to go out, an object was stuffed into his hand, he lost his weapon, instinctively held it, and looked at it, only to see that this was the pu fan used to fan the fire in the hand of the young man, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while, and when he hadn't reacted yet, Wang Anfeng had already stepped out.

The posture is idle, the clothes are slightly raised, but the speed is so fast, Hong Feibai only saw an afterimage.

The young man's expression changed suddenly.

There were three parties outside, each facing each other, but he saw a young man in a cloth shirt walking out, and a cold gaze fell on Wang Anfeng, and one of the emaciated men sneered twice and shouted:

"What's the matter, the dignified and magnificent Bai Shaoxia, can't you push people out to die?"

"Believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed this little cub and threw it in for you."

On the other side, a woman dressed in purple looked at Wang Anfeng, who looked quiet, and chuckled:

"This little brother is handsome...... What a pity to kill. ”

Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, he bowed and said:

"I'm a school here."

"In the school, teach people's children that they are not allowed to use force or sword-soldiers."

There seemed to be a moment of silence in the courtyard.

Then the sound of laughter sounded, as if hearing the funniest and funniest joke in the world, the woman in purple fell into the arms of the man next to her, laughing uncontrollably, and the thin man laughed like a ghost, and suddenly said:

"What a guts! My sword is here, and Lao Tzu is here to kill people today......"

At this moment, above the sky, the sound of the eagle falcon's long chirp resounded again.

The sound of the furious horses' hooves grew from nothing to a higher pitch, and in a short time, it was already resounding in Siye, rushing straight towards Wang Anfeng's house, which had only moved to the village in the past two years, and the house was only on the edge.

The first person was armed with a heavy spear, protruding forward, and the war horse under his crotch hissed incessantly.

Ma Rulong, his voice was long and hissed.

One person and one horse, connected with the weight of thousands of catties at a very fast speed, the power was so great, the expressions of the extremely martial artists present changed, and they all retreated to the left and right, and suddenly there was a thunderous shouting sound from the flat ground, saying:

"It's so rampant!"

"The gun is here, and if there is a kind, it will be taken!"

As if thunder erupted, one man and one horse directly smashed Wang Anfeng's courtyard, and rushed towards the young man in cloth over there, and the horse's hooves lifted the snow on the ground, forming a snow-like scene like snow in the north.

The spear was handed out.

Visible waves of air swept in all directions.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors