On the second day, Wang Anfeng gave the Buddha beads given by Yuan Ci and the painting scroll of Mr. Win to Libo.

Today was a sunny day, but there was a sound like a long sword splitting the sky rising to the sky, and everyone in the entire Daliang Village felt a chill in their backs and their scalps exploded in an instant, but in an instant, they were shrouded in a gentle and upright qi like the sun, and they only felt that the horror of a moment was just an illusion.

The melodious sound of the piano under the big locust tree came to an abrupt end.

Jiang Shouyi frowned slightly, looked at the still ordinary sky, and said softly:

"Heaven and earth have a way, plain shoes, and there is no blame."

The sound shook away, the heaven and earth solidified by the qi turned back to normal, the sword qi rushed into the sky, and the light slowly disappeared, only the autumn blue sky was still as usual, the sound of the piano restarted, and the tranquility was still there, attracting the birds to stop.

In the old house at the entrance of the village, the painting scroll on the table is rolled up, the ink landscape is splashed on it, the weather is vast, it should be the landscape is quiet, but there is a fierce and murderous atmosphere permeating it, and the Buddha beads on the side are lightly suspended in the void, exuding bursts of peace and streamer.

Liqidao looked at the painting scroll that entered the ink with sword qi and expressed the mountains and rivers in his chest, the tighter his brows became, and then he looked at the Buddha beads that were as warm as the morning light, faintly washing his body, hesitating left and right, and finally sighed.

"Come on, children and grandchildren will have their own children and grandchildren...... With the owner of this bead here, there shouldn't be any problems with Feng'er's body. ”

Putting away the Buddha beads in a low voice, the old man squinted at the extraordinary splashing ink landscape, and grinned when he saw the anger in it. Pulling it casually, he put the scroll that can be called a treasure directly in the wine vat on the side, leaned on the chaise longue, took a sip of turbid wine, squinted his eyes comfortably, and said leisurely:

"This is the painting...... It's ugly, and it's an eyesore to look at. ”

"The person who paints should also be very ...... in the skin"

"It's more resistant to beating."

As if thinking that the person who painted the painting was so angry that he was beaten by his own thunder, the old man's chest was full of depression, and he took a sip of wine and chuckled.

After this day, Wang Anfeng fell into extreme training, I don't know if it was his illusion, the chains on his body seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, but when he climbed the mountain, his endurance seemed to be slowly improving, and there was no complete loss of consciousness before, so he only thought it was his own illusion.

After daily training, passing by Jiang Shouyimen, he will always be invited in, drink a cup of tea, listen to the sound of a piano, talk a few words, and feel something in his heart, but he can't figure it out, but he has more and more respect for the gentle and indifferent Mr. Jiang in his heart, and because he can get a moment of relaxation when he visits, Jiang Tianhong is getting closer and closer to him.

On the eighth day after Wang Anfeng returned to Daliang Village, Jiang Shouyi built a small study hall in this village, not restrained, but if you are interested, you can come to listen, talk about the text and explain the words, and talk about some idle and plain truths in your spare time, but in a few days, the villagers have great respect for this erudite gentleman, and his status is even faintly above the elders in the village.

Therefore, every day when it is time to get out of class, there will always be someone who brings some local products from the family to give to Jiang Shouyi's family.

Jiang Shouyi, who was wearing a wide robe, put down the scroll in his hand, glanced at the villagers who had been waiting under the locust tree for a long time, and said softly:

"That's all for today, and when you get home, you will study it separately."

"Thank you, sir."

Seven or eight children stood up, clasped their fists and saluted Jiang Shouyi, Jiang Shouyi also put down the scroll, got up and watched them go out.

Wen Sheng politely rejected the kindness of those enthusiastic villagers to send vegetables and chickens, and it was not until he saw the figures of these villagers disappear into the street that Jiang Shoufang turned around and entered the door and sat in front of the desk.

The beautiful woman poured him a cup of tea and said softly:

"We've been here for a month."

Jiang Shouyi knew what she meant, and bowed slightly:

"Indeed...... Stay for another two months, and then you will leave. ”

"Opening up their wisdom with the rhyme of the qin, my Confucian enlightenment technique is enough for them to take the first step...... After that, it depends on their own choice, only those who can raise their wings can go straight to the nine heavens. ”

"It's just...... Bitter you and Rainbow. ”

Jiang Shouyi sighed lightly, and there was a little more apology in his eyes when he looked at the woman, the latter pursed his lips and chuckled, looked at Jiang Shouyi, revealing two pieces of cuteness, and said:

"What, do you regret it...... That's what you said back then. Although the world is stubborn and stupid, but one less person is ignorant, one more person can be wise, even if this body is small, and he will not give up in this life......"

Jiang Shou was slightly stunned, looked at the woman in front of him, and suddenly thought of the young scholar who scolded the powerful and had a crazy demeanor on the main hall, and for a moment, it had been more than ten years, but this sentence still had not been forgotten, smiled, and said:

"If you don't give in to the teacher, let alone the king's ......"

The corners of the beautiful woman's lips were slightly raised, and she smiled:

"This is the master of Shouyi back then......"

Jiang Shouyi smiled dumbly, but the woman turned her mouth and asked:

"Since the beginning of the month, I have seen that everyone in this Daliang Village is an ordinary talent, but it is Wang Anfeng, what do you think of him?"

Jiang Shou thought of the familiar young man, and said with a smile: "An Feng is in Daliang Village, it is like a cone in the bag, and he will definitely stand out one day......"

"This kind of jade, but unfortunately there is already a teacher, otherwise, if I practice Confucianism, forty years later, I will be a generation of Confucianism, educate the world, such as entering the Tao, thirty years later, when there is a Taoist real person, re-hold the real sword, and sweep away the demons."

The woman's expression was slightly stunned, and she said, "You have such a high opinion of him?" ”

Jiang Shou bowed his head and sighed:

"With his heart, if he doesn't die young, he will become a grandmaster one day."

"Looking at all beings in the world, there are thousands of red dust."

"Sorry ......"

On Daliang Mountain, Wang Anfeng, who had swallowed the last pill of Naqi Pill, snorted, smashed out his right fist flatly, the fist wind sank into the mountain, and the chains sounded, which seemed to be ordinary, but looking at the change in its strength, it had smoothed out the previous dryness, and it was really like the Yangtze River, which was vast and vigorous.

The fist fell heavily on the middle of the trunk of the old tree, only a muffled sound was heard, the old tree fell down slowly, smashing out a wave of dust, Wang Anfeng got up, breathed a sigh of relief, frowned slightly and looked at his right fist, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Jiang said that it is ordinary and natural, this energy itself is my own strength, but why can't I control it and can't reach that just right realm......

"Every time I punch, there is always an internal force backlash."

"If every part of the force is used in one place, it should be stronger."

When he was contemplating and frowning, the jungle behind him suddenly sounded the sound of heavy footsteps, and the young man only thought that it was the other woodcutters returning from logging, and turned to say hello, but another evil wind blew in his face, and his heart stopped, and he rolled backwards violently, and the strong wind brushed his body.

Boom!

The old tree beside him burst open, and the thick wood, who was about to smash for an hour or two with Wang Anfeng's fist, was instantly caught with four huge cracks, and the cracks were sharp, making the young man's pupils shrink suddenly, and at this time, there was already a giant beast in front of him who slowly stepped out, his eyes locked on the young man, and there were sticky saliva dripping from the fangs.

"Roar, roar!!"

A dull roar resounded through the woods, startling a mountain of birds.