Wang Anfeng went back to his guest room, but he still couldn't let go of what he had just done in his heart, Gong Yu, who had always known people by the color of his clothes, actually broke his fake body in one bite.

But now when it comes to the feeling in my heart, the worry is small, and the surprise is more.

A few steps to the front of the wooden table, Wang Anfeng poured himself a cup of tea to suppress the shock, held it in his hand but did not drink it, until a cup of hot tea became herbal tea, then came back to his senses, couldn't help but smile a little dumbly, drank the tea, gently rubbed the porcelain cup with the thumbs of both hands, and said to himself:

"Master said that all sentient beings see all kinds of hues, so they fall into all kinds of confusion and cannot be liberated, is it possible that the palace jade girl is not directly aware of the appearance, is it an innate bodhichitta that can be contemplated like the Dharma?"

"If you can't recognize it, you can't recognize it, and if you recognize it, you can recognize it, no matter what it looks like."

Secretly muttering to himself, Wang Anfeng felt that this possibility was the greatest.

When he disguised himself, he used the disguise technique of the thief door, and even because he had always used the golden bell jar as his most fundamental martial art, he also controlled the muscles and muscles, inflated with internal qi, and made his body grow into a nearly eight-foot Angzang man.

From the appearance of the person is completely unrecognizable, and the style of behavior is completely different from the past, but Gong Yu can conclude at a glance that there is really no other explanation except for the reason that Fang just thought of.

Playing with the teacup in his hand, he whispered:

"Sex is really gone, and there is no more hue."

"Immortal Sword...... This is the Immortal Sword? If this is the case, in front of Great Elder Murong, it is estimated that he will definitely not be able to hide it, and when Miss Xue went to Qingfeng for the first time, she had already recognized her true body. ”

sighed in his heart, feeling that Gong Yu, who was only one step higher than himself at this time, might become a Gu Shooting Immortal like the Great Elder in the future, holding a sword in Qingfeng, overlooking the entire world's rivers and lakes martial arts.

But there are some indescribable feelings.

Although Gong Yu is cold now, although he doesn't like to speak, he still has a bit of red dust on his body. The eyebrows were cold, but it was not a chill that froze people's hearts, but it seemed that a whole season of spring snow had melted into her eyes, clean and clear.

If such a friend one day becomes an immortal sitting in a jade void, he doesn't know whether to be happy for her or feel lost.

After thinking about it, he couldn't think of a definite answer, he just shook his head and laughed that he was really worried, this kind of thing was not his turn to decide anyway, no matter what Gong Yu's choice was, he, as a friend, could only choose to watch her move forward.

Besides, even if Gong Yu became an immortal-like person, it was not that he couldn't go to see her.

Shaking his head, he suddenly thought of something again, and his expression was slightly solemn.

If it was really as he thought, Gong Yu would have been able to see through the disguise of the foreign minister.

Then it's not just the identity of the Fufeng Knife Maniac, the rest such as the difficulty of peace, the young master of the Giant Whale Gang Win Lie, one counts as one, as long as he appears in front of Gong Yu, he will be punctured on the spot, even if he turns into ashes, he will be recognized at once.

Thinking of the kind of arrogant behavior he deliberately made when he incarnated as another identity in order to distinguish himself from the identity of the book collector, the corners of Wang Anfeng's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and his face was dazed.

Gong Yu said softly, the knife technique is good.

Was she looking at the book keeper she was familiar with, or the madman who was arrogant and arrogant, and after killing people in the street, he threatened the city captain and walked away?

Thinking of the words he said, Wang Anfeng felt that his face was inexplicably a little feverish, opened his mouth, lowered his head and slammed directly on the wooden table, and he didn't get up, and the whole person was almost paralyzed.

When I was disguised, I was fine, I spoke and acted generously, and I didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

At this time, he was seen through by his friends, but he felt more and more ashamed, and his face was almost on fire. In winter, there may be some white smoke floating overhead, like a volcanic hot spring in winter.

Wang Anfeng seemed to have completely given up thinking, and lay on the table alone for at least a stick of incense for a while, and made up his mind in his heart, never to use the identity of a mad knife in front of Gong Yu in the future, this time......

This time nothing happened to the bento......

Wang Anfeng spent a lot of effort, reluctantly persuaded himself to forget those behaviors and words that he wanted to bury himself when he thought of it, and drank tea to suppress his shock, but when he poured the tea, he remembered that Wei Chijie had just sworn to misinterpret his words.

What do you say, kill you in three days, and the ashes are lifted for you......

The body trembled, the tea cup in his hand was directly pinched into powder, and there was a sound of gnashing teeth:

"Captain, Chi, Jie......"

………………………

Mei Wangsheng picked up the sword in his hand and went back to the Mei Mansion.

The atmosphere in the house was faintly restless.

What he did just now couldn't be hidden from his family, and he didn't plan to hide it, the people in the entire Mei Mansion were almost silent, especially the woman who had muttered in her man's ear that Mr. Mei San was not good, her face was slightly pale.

Entering from the middle gate of the Mei Mansion, there is a road hidden in the shade of the trees, and it goes straight to the farthest part of the mansion.

This road paved with white stone is quite spacious, and in the past, it was more than enough to accommodate several people in parallel, but now Mei Wangsheng walked slowly alone.

When encountering other people, they will bow their heads gently as usual, so as not to cause everyone to panic, but the face of the person who returned the salute to the third grandson of the Mei family is also full of discomfort.

No one thought that Mr. Mei San, who had the best temper in Ping Suri and just stroked the piano and raised cranes every day, had such a bad spirit when he made a move.

That sword was cut out, so decisive that they almost doubted, if it weren't for the estimation of Meifu's position, would it be more than just a bun that was cut down by that sword?

There are also people who can't help but have another thought in their hearts.

Mei Wangsheng just cut off the buns of those children of the family, is the biggest reason really because of the Mei family?

Fortunately, such a rebellious thought only flashed in the hearts of those people for a moment, and they didn't dare to think about it deeply.

The look on his face became more and more respectful, almost as if he was facing the head of the family and the old lady.

His eyes were lowered, and he didn't dare to look at him, and he waited until Mei Wangsheng walked away before he dared to exhale carefully, and suddenly realized that his forehead was already full of cold sweat.

The old servant whispered these things he saw outside to the old lady of Meifu, and the old man held the tea cup in one hand and listened a little distracted.

Mei Lianhua sat beside the old man, mixing tea with her hands, her face was calm, but her heart was the most vibrating, she never thought that her rigid and polite third uncle would do such a thing.

This is almost like declaring war with most of the families in the entire Wanling City.

Although from the bright side, Mei Wangsheng just cut off the buns of several juniors and reprimanded him, but only the faces of the dozen or so people were insulted.

However, almost all of those people were born in the big families, and there were people who entered the court as officials from generation to generation, and there were also famous people who enjoyed one side, and for hundreds of years, they were in-laws with each other, and they were connected into a huge spider web, shrouding all walks of life in the entire Wanling City.

Mei Lianhua could almost feel the oppressive feeling of the coming storm.

looked at the old man next to him, but found that the latter's expression was still calm, and there was no wave.

Mei Wangsheng slowly walked into his courtyard, although the courtyard is small, but the bluestone pavilion, the flowing water bamboo forest has everything, under the pavilion, it can be the winding water, next to the bluestone, it is a very beautiful bamboo forest, on the bluestone, it is the guqin three hundred years ago.

The timbre is clear, like the sound of gold and jade.

This is almost the most beautiful and extremely good place that Jiangnan celebrities crave.

Eighteen years ago, he had just returned to his family, and when he went out of the city, he was dressed in white, and when he came back, he was still white, and the yard was very tidy, but he didn't like it, and a sword cut the ground, and the old lady was considerate of him, and personally asked someone to find the best gold jasper in the bamboo for him.

He wants to raise cranes, there is a little green cloud crane on the cinnabar, to play the piano, it is a famous instrument three hundred years ago, when the family encountered some twists and turns, not rich, but the things he wanted were all the best, causing the wives and concubines in each room to secretly slander.

But eighteen years have passed, and those wives and concubines who don't look at him are still slandering others, but he is still Mr. Mei San, who is spoiled by the old lady.

During this time, the old lady occasionally asked him if he was willing to go back to work, but he was only vague, and the next day after each question, he would send people to send treasures from all over the world, and the old man had an almost indulgent attitude towards him.

It's been 18 years.

Eighteen years.

Mei Wangsheng recited silently twice, raised his eyes to look at the courtyard where he had been drunk for a long time, raised his right hand, and gently rested it on the hilt of the sword, and whispered:

"In the spring and autumn of eighteen years, most of them dreamed of ripe yellow sorghum ......"

On this day, there was a sword light rising into the sky in the Mei Mansion.

Some people in the city gossip that it is the Mei family's Fuqin and cranes, and Mr. Mei San, who has been idle for 18 years, does not know which one he is crazy again, and played a ruined thing of burning the qin and cooking cranes, but later I heard that the old lady went out in person and did not come back until sunset.

Again, Mr. Mei San, who has been at home for 18 years, has an extra light crimson military attache uniform.

PS: Today's second update is presented............