With Zhang Tingyun's departure, Nian Wei'er finally dispersed the last bit of tail.

The people of Daqin, who had been idle for a long time, returned to the normal life of the new year, and Wang Anfeng's life at home completely became a simple martial arts practice every day.

It's just that Wang Anfeng once asked the old man, back then, he obviously created a complete set of four martial arts, but why was he only taught three?

Liqidao glanced at him, smashed his mouth, and said:

"If you have majored in Gang Lei Jin all these years, then the last martial art, you can probably get started now, but unfortunately, unfortunately, your current level is still far behind......"

"If you practice diligently in the next few years, when he sees you again in the future, he will probably be able to pass you on."

Wang Anfeng could only suppress the curiosity in his heart and still practiced boxing.

Renunciation is very strict for Wang Anfeng.

When the latter was in the Fufeng School Palace, he had seen it mentioned in miscellaneous books, although the years are no different, but they often enjoy the wind and the moon, and it is the most difficult to grasp the time.

In the early generations, there were princes and lords in the palace hall to light whale oil giant candles seventy-two, the sky hung three hundred and sixty-five baby boxing big night pearls, every day to drink, not aware that a few days have passed, suddenly like a dream, but when he and Libo practiced boxing, it was clearly not so easy and happy days, time is still like a white horse passing by, a moment passed.

In the blink of an eye, the day of parting has come.

On that day, Wang Anfeng had never practiced martial arts.

The stone table in the small courtyard of the Wang family was already full of wine and meat, and the aroma was fragrant.

Liqi Dao Da Ra sat on the main seat, not polite at all, raised his hand to drink, ate food, Wang Anfeng sat aside, poured wine for the old man, the two seemed to not know to part, just casually talked about some ordinary things, and the future plan, the wine was half drunk, Liqi Dao held the wine bowl, and said casually:

"By the way, you just said that you want to track down the White Tiger Hall."

Wang Anfeng nodded.

In the previous month, he had basically told Libo about the big and small things he had experienced in the past three years, and the experience of the Medicine Master Valley was too dangerous, so he didn't mention it, and he didn't hide much else.

Libo knew about the existence of Mr. Win and Master, and he didn't need to spend effort making up excuses.

Liqidao smiled, leaned back on the bamboo chair, and looked out.

Outside the door is just a dirt road in the countryside, rugged and non-stop, because of the melting snow, there is mud everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will be splashed with mud spots, but the dirt road can go out again, you can directly lead to the official road of Daqin, straight and wide, which can accommodate five times in parallel.

Following the official road, you can reach every place in the vast world of Daqin.

There are many places there, they have been to before......

A lot of people.

"White Tiger Hall ......"

He was already half-drunk at this time, and he had many concerns, but when he came back this time, the most worrying thing in his heart was put down, Wang Anfeng's growth was far faster and more stable than he imagined, he raised his hand and poured another sip of wine, and said briskly:

"Check, go check it well."

"What your father didn't finish back then, it is also reasonable for you to do it as a son, just be careful not to put your own life into it."

Wang Anfeng's movements stiffened slightly.

His brain digested what the old man said after counting his breaths, and then it became blank in the next moment, but at the same time, there were waves in his heart that stirred up a thousand waves, roaring endlessly, and the breath of the whole person changed slightly.

In Wang Anfeng's heart, the suspicion that had been latent finally gradually rose.

In his vague memory, his father died of a serious illness, and when he became ill, he was skinny and coughing up blood, but only a pair of eyes were still as bright as usual, until he fell into a coma and never opened his eyes again.

At that time, he didn't do much, but he thought that his father was seriously ill as he said.

But now he has a medical skill that has been inherited from the world's number one divine doctor.

Whether it is the medical skills he has learned, or the classics he has read in the Fengzilou and Qingfeng Jie Library Pavilion, there has never been a record of any disease that will appear like this, and that symptom is more like the invasion of foreign poisonous and evil qi.

Wang Anfeng looked at the abandonment of the road, straightened up, spoke slowly, and said:

"Libo, my father ......"

Liqi Dao took a sip of wine, and then he felt speechless.

Fang Cai took advantage of the strength of the wine, relaxed in his mood, and at the time of parting, he accidentally said something that should not be said, although it was just a sentence, but he was already able to deduce many things, and he left Dao's thoughts in his heart, and he considered his words and said with a smile:

"It's true that something is hidden from you."

"Your father, I can't tell you the specific life for a while, but according to what he said, he is just a poor scholar who is busy and has achieved nothing, and he has been an official for two years, and there are some brothers under him......"

Departing from the Tao is slower to speak.

He looked at the young man sitting in front of him.

Wang Anfeng just looked at himself quietly with a pair of clean black eyes, and when he was slightly drunk, he almost seemed to see the scholar back then, and said a few words, but he also felt that this lie was not interesting, laughed at himself, withdrew his gaze, and no longer spoke, just drinking by himself.

After being silent for a long time, Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"Leave."

"My dad won't let you tell me these things?"

He did not speak.

This is already an answer.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes.

There was an agitation in his heart that was about to hide the truth, Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, forcibly calmed his voice, and said as if he was in a normal situation:

"My dad has an enemy?"

"That enemy will be against me, and he is extremely powerful, even with your martial arts, he must take us to live here in seclusion?"

"My dad didn't practice martial arts."

"So the enemy is from the court? Or did my father once have martial arts, but for some reason, he lost all of them? ”

Wang Anfeng's voice was very soft, his tone was very calm, and he did not seem to be persecuted.

But he began to feel a little troublesome in his heart, and there was a strange appreciation in the trouble, mixed together, and that mood was really not something that could be explained in a word.

He raised his head and looked at the young man in a green shirt sitting precariously over there, as if he saw the scholar who was absolutely unwilling to suffer again, especially those eyes, which were almost exactly the same as if they had been infected with two cold springs.

It's just that he doesn't have any nostalgia at this time.

He had been with the scholar for a long time, and naturally knew that no matter what he said now, it was an answer to some extent, and he didn't answer at the moment, and the more he said, the more wrong he was, and the more things he could deduce.

Wang Anfeng can't know much yet.

Seeing this, Wang Anfeng slowly retracted his gaze, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the emotions stirred in his heart gradually returned to his usual tranquility under the operation of the true qi of Buddhism, and maintained his state of mind.

I'm not qualified to know right now.

It's okay, you can wait.

Liqidao looked at the quiet Wang Anfeng and stopped drinking.

Wang Anfeng's eyebrows and eyes are more like his mother, and they are a little softer, but now that he closed his eyes, because his mood was shaking, he unconsciously gritted his teeth, making his face lines more rigid, and he almost mistook the way of abandonment, thinking that the scholar who had swallowed his breath had come to life again.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and Fang Cai's illusion disappeared, Wang Anfeng paused, and said softly:

"I see, I won't get involved in much now, Libo."

"Well, I only have one question now......"

"Libo, does the White Tiger Hall have anything to do with my father's death?"

His eyes widened slightly, staring at the old man in front of him.

Liqi Dao looked at Wang Anfeng's gaze, nodded slowly, and said:

"Your father was ready to attack the White Tiger Hall back then, and the White Tiger Hall has already sensed this."

He didn't continue, in fact, although Baihutang and Wang Tiance's death were slightly involved, they didn't have much to do with it, but if there was something to divert Wang Anfeng's attention, he had been next to the scholar for a long time, and he also knew how to speak to be the best misleading.

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, sighed softly after a long time, and said:

"I see."

"Libo, I won't be overwhelmed."

This meal of wine, Lirendao did not drink satisfactorily.

After drinking, the heart is naturally open, and the mouth is a little freewheeling.

But as a top martial artist, he didn't want to say anything, even if he was asleep, he wouldn't speak, let alone be half-drunk and slightly drunk.

Under the sunset, Liqidao looked at Wang Anfeng, who was cleaning up the leftovers, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Perhaps it was also his own subconscious that Wang Anfeng at this time was already qualified to know these things, a six-rank martial artist, thrown there is not a character who will be covered up at will, what is it to always stay under the protection of his father.

He took a sip of his wine and thought nonsense.

The scholar wanted to hide his child tightly.

But there are always some things that should not be forgotten, especially not forgotten by some people, when Wang Anfeng was trembling and rejoicing because of the heroic past that he heard from his mouth when he was a teenager, when he was boiling because of those past events and couldn't sleep all night.

He should know.

On the snowfields of a foreign country that year, Shenwu Mansion borrowed 3,000 soldiers from the country of snowfields in three days and returned overnight. At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, and the Great Qin generals rushed in front of the three thousand cavalry of the foreign country, like a dragon galloping.

Recorded in the history books of other countries, the pen and ink are thick to borrow troops to destroy the country.

The one who ran to the front was the scrawny scholar in Wang Anfeng's memory, but he was still magnificent at that time.

Leaving the road to drink, he was silent, looked at Wang Anfeng's back, and said slowly:

"Be careful."

"Your father made a lot of enemies back then, if you want to check the White Tiger Hall, when you go deeper, don't use your original identity and appearance, otherwise you may invite trouble, remember."

Wang Anfeng nodded and said in a low voice.

"Be careful, too."

I don't know if it's because of emotion, or some other complex emotion, I chuckled.

Wang Anfeng felt something, and when he turned back, there was no longer a figure in the courtyard, but there was still a slight smell of wine in that place, and there was a faint thunder in the far sky, which flashed away, and then changed back to the gray appearance before.

Wang Anfeng stood still for a while, lowered his eyes, packed his things and returned to the house.

As usual, he rinsed the dishes, swept the floor, and stood at the door of the back room, but he did not stop and walked in directly, as he had done before.

He just leaned against the wooden door frame and looked at the humble room in a daze.

When he was a child, he only thought that the door was tall, but now he leaned against the door frame, and he couldn't fully straighten up, and if he wasn't careful, his forehead would hit the top of the door frame, which was not very high.

When I was a child, my father was seriously ill, and most of them lay on the bed, and when he walked around, his back was difficult to straighten, so this door frame was not very high, but Libo was tall, and every time he entered the house, he had to bow his head first.

Directly opposite the door is the Wang family's hard wooden bed.

There used to be a skinny young scholar with bright eyes and a smile on it.

Wang Anfeng thinks about it now, and finds that this arrangement is likely to be his father's bad taste, specially used to trick Libo, so that Libo has to bow to him every time he enters the door, as if he has the impression that Libo has also argued with his father because of this issue, but he has never won a battle, and he is so angry that he has to blow up.

Wang Anfeng laughed out loud.

When he went into the house, he brought a stool, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the simple wooden bed, where he often sat on the edge of the bed when he was a child to take care of his seriously ill father, who had always thought that his father was just an ordinary scholar.

But after slowly practicing martial arts and understanding what kind of shocking martial arts Libo's martial arts were, doubts began to appear in my heart.

How could an ordinary scholar pull an unborn master who was enough to dominate the world to accompany him to live in seclusion in the remote and desolate place of Daliang Village for 20 years?

This problem, if you really want to find a reason, you can also find it, and there are not a few good stories that you can find at first sight in the rivers and lakes, and you can think of yourself as a confidant in your life.

Until today.

Wang Anfeng sighed.

The scholar who can go to the White Tiger Hall for trouble, no matter how stupid he is, should know that this scholar will never be a poor and sour talent, and the relationship between him and Libo is by no means just a meeting and sympathy for each other.

And the White Tiger Hall, which can talk and laugh with top masters, and directly points to today's undiminished evil, should have what kind of demeanor should it have back then.

"Dad, you hide it from me......

"I always felt like you lied to me about your own name."

He chuckled.

On the bed, he could still see the sick scholar spreading his hands and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which used to be a familiar picture to him, but it only came to an abrupt end in his memory.

Wang Anfeng looked at the empty bed, blinked, chuckled and whispered:

"I can intersect with Libo, and I can find trouble in the White Tiger Hall on the rivers and lakes."

"Libo is a grandmaster, but in this way, I have to retreat incognito in Daliang Village, I am a six-rank martial artist, and there is still danger, I can't know what happened in the past, who the opponent is......"

"It's definitely not the White Tiger Hall, or more than that."

"Unless you let the White Tiger Hall Master be killed, it is impossible for them to be enemies of a Thunder Dao Sect Master like Libo, and even let Libo take us to hide here."

The voice paused slightly, as if he couldn't cry or laugh, Wang Anfeng sighed, and said in a gentle voice:

"Daddy, how can you get into trouble more than I am?"

He remembered what he had done in the Medicine Valley, as well as the changes in the Fufeng rivers and lakes that had been directly caused, smiled, and said casually:

"Now think about it, when I was bullied when I was a child, the thunder in the sky was so fierce that the children in the whole village were scared of their legs and almost incontinent, and the next day the village was full of clothes drying, so I think it was just a good thing to leave the uncle."

"At that time, he also snatched my snacks, and I came to you to complain."

"You only know how to laugh."

"And the day you left, the flat ground thundered, and it sounded for a long time, and the village elders were so frightened that they wanted to sacrifice the dragon lord...... It's Libo who is sending you off, right? Since he has an enemy, he is not afraid of attracting attention, so he may be even more uncomfortable than me at that time. ”

"After all, your relationship is so good."

Wang Anfeng sat on the edge of the bed and whispered something.

In the courtyard, the old man who should have left was lying on the eaves, holding a wine jug, so stunned that he almost forgot to pour the wine into his mouth.

said a lot of bits and pieces in his memory, Wang Anfeng had a feeling of not being able to collect it at this time, like uncomfortable, it can't be said to be uncomfortable, he said wherever he thought, and at the end, he stopped talking and just looked at the bed quietly.

His father, Wang Ding, did not leave a tablet.

Wang Anfeng suddenly whispered and said:

"I'll leave Daliang Village tomorrow."

"I should have asked about the divorce just now, and now I think that since you are not so simple, the mother should also have some stories...... But even if I asked Libo at that time, Libo wouldn't tell me, would I? ”

"Then I'll go out and find it myself."

"I found your news, and I should be able to find my mother, I didn't have a chance to find it in the past, and I didn't leave anything behind......"

"Mother left too early."

"I've almost forgotten what my mother looks like......"

After a pause in his voice, Wang Anfeng said softly:

"But I don't want to forget."

He sat down on the eaves and took a sip of wine.

I thought about a lot of things in my head, the bloody battle of the year, the galloping of the snowfield, and the meeting of a man and a woman back then.

Chongyang ascended to the heights, Shu Chinese drank and wrote poems, and the leader of the poetry club rarely had two seven-word long poems juxtaposed, and there were two sentences, one is, outside the mountain, the outer building of the Qingshan Building, when will the singing and dancing of the Jinghu Lake rest, and the other sentence says that the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country, and sings the backyard flowers across the river.

At that time, it was the Qin Po Kingdoms, and there were many people among the literati who died in the country. This poem aroused the hatred of the country in the hearts of these literati, and attracted the applause of the crowd, lamenting that the woman had misled the country, and the atmosphere was warm for a while.

Wang Tiance is hiding in it.

This guy only has bad water in his stomach, and he doesn't know anything about poetry and rhetoric, and he is thinking about whether to clean up these literati who have died and don't know what to do.

Before it could be put into practice, those enthusiastic literati and writers were suppressed by a girl at the next table at that time with two lines of poetry, and the girl mixed into the poetry meeting, obviously joining in the fun, but was angry, raised her thin eyebrows, and read out two lines of poetry.

Although it is not as neat, the artistic conception was extremely strong at that time, and it was ridiculously strong, which made the literati who wrote this poem red-faced, smashed the pen on the spot, tore the poem to pieces, and said that he would have no shame to write poems in the future.

Lirendao patted his knees with his palms and groaned in his heart.

Outside the beacon fire March building, the drunken military marquis under the Furong tent.

Who said that the country is broken and does not know hatred, and there are women in good families who fall into the red dust.

He said this in front of General Qin Tiance.

Satirize.

How ironic......

Laughing and sighing, there was no old man's voice here, and it did not stir up thunder like Fang Cai, but it was silent and disappeared in an instant.

On the second day, when Wang Hongyi came over with a piece of pig belly, the door of the somewhat remote courtyard had been locked, and the house was obviously empty, and the butcher was slightly stunned, and then thought of what Wang Anfeng said two days ago, and he would leave soon.

Thinking that this is gone, I can only sigh unfortunately, and I feel a little lost in my heart.

But then he saw the white paper pasted on the door, and saw that it was written about what he had told him, as well as the apologies behind, but he swept away the loss in his heart, smashed his mouth, and said:

"It's still grown up, and Daliang Village can't keep it......"

Wang Hongyi checked the pork in his hand, laughed complicatedly, turned around and walked slowly home.

In the fourth year of Daqin Dayuan, on the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raised its head.

The celestial phenomena are as usual, and the Oriental Qinglong Star Constellation rises into the sky and begins to emerge.

Wang Anfeng left Daliang Village again.

ps: Today's two-in-one 5,000 words, cough cough, you need to sort out the outline............

The poems of the good family have a girl and fall into the red dust, quoting the national treasure soundtrack Yu Meiren, and the lyrics are Wang Ziyan, who is invincible.