Wang Anfeng has not killed a pig for a long time, but this time he found that his craftsmanship has not fallen at all, and his hands are steady and ruthless, and they are neat.

Seeing Wang Hongyi's sigh, he said that fortunately Wang Anfeng went outside, otherwise, where would he still have the life of his king butcher in this Daliang Village?

Hearing this, Wang Anfeng just smiled, and his subordinates acted neatly and bleed the pig.

He stayed at Wang Hongyi's house until the afternoon this day, and after eating a dinner with a very good taste of Daliang Village, he got up to leave, and when he left, Wang Hongyi stuffed a large piece of pork belly in his hand, and Wang Anfeng only thanked him and did not refuse.

This time, I had to stay in Daliang Village for almost a month, and I didn't leave until the New Year was completely over.

Although it is said that eating and drinking can be solved in the Shaolin Temple, the food cooked by the second master tastes much better than him.

But he is such a big person, it is impossible not to open the stove for a month, if that is the case, it will always attract the attention of the villagers, and it is not a big trouble.

There are more houses in the village, and there are more unknown faces, and some changes have taken place.

Joy or sorrow.

The home is still the same.

Wang Anfeng pushed the door in, and the house where he had lived for more than ten years had not changed at all from the last time he left.

Wang Anfeng casually hung the pork on the iron hook in the kitchen, entered the back room, and then threw himself on the bed at once, smashing it with a muffled sound.

The boy stretched out and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Speaking of the poverty of the family back then, it was said that it was a bed, but in fact, it was just a hardwood board, and the diaphragm was panicked, but compared to the soft and comfortable residences outside, Wang Anfeng still felt that this hard hardboard bed was more comfortable that made people's backs hurt.

The boy stretched.

"I'm a little sleepy......"

"Just take a nap."

muttered twice, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, this room gave him a very reassuring feeling, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

In the Shaolin Temple, Mr. Ying looked at the sleeping Wang Anfeng, retracted his gaze, and did not wake him up.

A good night's sleep.

Wang Anfeng woke up the next day to a loud rooster crow.

Blinked, his eyes were a little dazed, and after about three breaths, his eyes returned to clarity, Wang Anfeng's body suddenly stiffened, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He remembers...... Yesterday, I didn't seem to go to the Shaolin Temple to practice, and now I heard the sound of a rooster crowing, normally, the rooster may crow twice at night, but it will definitely not crow so vigorously, one after another.

After judging that the third master was boring, it was impossible for him to learn the rooster crowing in his ear, Wang Anfeng came to a conclusion.

It seems that I have released the pigeons of the Gudao and Mr. Win......

Thinking about Mr.'s eyes that were as cold as knives, and the gentle smile on the corner of the white-haired Taoist's mouth, Wang Anfeng's scalp was a little numb.

But after thinking about it, he found that he could only return to Shaolin Temple now, ask the two elders for guilt, and there was no other choice.

It's like the fat pig in the pigsty yesterday.

Really worried in his heart, Wang Anfeng looked at the Buddha beads on his wrist, gritted his teeth, and said:

"I want to go back to Shaolin ......"

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Zhang Weiran's mood is very subtle to be honest, but it can't be said to be pleasant in any case.

He was very happy when his daughter came back, even if his daughter brought back a big black bear, even if there was a tall old Taoist priest with gray hair behind the black bear, he was very happy.

But the problem is that in addition to the black bear and the old way, there is also a little Taoist boy who is carved in pink and jade.

Male, 12 years old.

He is one and a half years older than his daughter.

Zhang Weiran sat on the top, looking peaceful, holding a tea cup in one hand, drinking tea slowly and methodically, and a pair of eyes were glancing down, looking at the little Taoist boy who was sitting obediently.

said that he was a Taoist child, but in fact, he was just wearing a Taoist robe.

A body of fat powder.

Zhang Weiran took a sip of hot tea, sorted out his thoughts, and said slowly:

"This little Taoist, shouldn't this be the first time we've met?"

The little Taoist priest below seemed to scratch his head a little shyly, jumped off the stool, and bowed to Zhang Weiran with a fist in a very polite manner, and said:

"Zhang Jushi is right, Xiaodao should have met with the layman three years ago."

Zhang Weiran's palms trembled, and the tea soup in the quilt almost shook out of the cup.

He looked at the well-behaved and cute Taoist boy below, and almost shouted in his heart.

Sure enough, it's this little cub!

Three years ago, he will never forget that year-end sacrifice in his life.

Originally, his daughter ignored him, but he was still close, but at that year's end of the tooth festival, Zhang Tingyun actually followed three men to the festival, including this little Taoist boy.

At that time, the grandmother of the clan followed and knew that the closest daughter was called Wang Anfeng, and the youngest was called Qin Xiao.

I didn't expect to prevent the wrong person.

There was a breath of qi rising in Zhang Weiran's stomach, it was a person who had been an official for a few years, and he didn't have a seizure on the spot, Zhang Weiran took two deep breaths, and his eyes moved away from the well-behaved Taoist boy below, and fell into the courtyard.

In the courtyard stood a burly and tall old Taoist priest, with silver hair and a ruddy face, smiling at the little girl in the courtyard bullying the black bear.

He has no impression of this old Taoist, when he sent the child into the mountain, he has not seen it, I don't know which mountain and which vein of the seniors, as for this black bear, he still has a little impression, I remember that when we went up the mountain together, the size was not small at that time.

Now that he has been in the Daomen Ancestral Court for three years, he has been raised like a mountain spirit and a wild monster, which is terrifying.

It is said in the rivers and lakes that ordinary Jiupin martial artists can fight lions and tigers and run like strong horses, but he looked at the black bear that was just lying in the yard napping and had never slept, and felt that for this bear, the Jiupin martial artist might only be able to eat.

Zhang Tingyun was wearing a white robe, squatting in front of the black bear, Bai Shengsheng was holding a freshly peeled orange in his hand, and stuffed it into the black bear's mouth one by one.

So in Zhang Weiran's eyes, the strange beasts that can tear the Jiupin martial artists alive can only be honestly vegetarian, occasionally eating a sour petal, and a bear face is wrinkled into a funny appearance, sticking out his tongue wildly.

The tongue was scarlet as blood, and the teeth that were occasionally exposed were white, like daggers, revealing a brutal and wild aura, if it was an ordinary black blind man, Zhang Weiran absolutely didn't believe it, and his body couldn't help but be stunned, ready to call his daughter.

But when Zhang Tingyun handed over a petal of sour orange, this extraordinary black bear just continued to eat honestly, and its short tail wagged happily, reminding him of the domestic dog raised by the children of the county town.

The old Taoist priest under the eaves turned around and said with a smile:

"Lay people don't have to worry."

"This black bear, Yun'er has been feeding it for three years, and its ferocity has long been worn out, so there will be no problems."

"You can rest assured."

Zhang Weiran nodded, took a sip of tea, and looked up at the black bear's sturdy physique and white fangs, feeling that the old Taoist priest was farting at all.

His wife was just standing next to her daughter, and her face turned a little pale with fright.

In the third year of Daqin Dayuan, the twenty-seventh month of the lunar calendar.

On this day, the little girl from the Zun family in Zhang County, Jinxian County, came back from the Daomen to save her relatives, and brought back an old man who looked like a woodcutter and a Taoist priest, full of nonsense, a black bear, a strange beast that tore apart the Jiupin martial artist, and a little Taoist priest of the same age who had a certain idea in his stomach.

This time the little lady came home, even the cook in Zhang's house was very happy, although Zhang Tingyun has been very cold since she was a child, but she was born cute, just like the person in the painting, there is no one in the clan who doesn't like her.

After coming back this time, I have become much closer, and I will greet each other very well-behaved. It's like a fairy in the sky who descended to earth and became a person around her, lacking a layer of fairy energy, but making people more intimate.

Looking at the little girl's well-behaved appearance, several cooks felt that their hearts and livers were about to melt, and then looked at the 'Taoist Boy' Qin Xiao who followed ten steps behind the little girl, and their eyes became more and more unkind, and they all subconsciously clenched the kitchen knife and spatula in their hands.

Qin Xiao, who was originally going to come up and put on a close look, laughed dryly twice, and moved back very sensibly.

In my mind, I drew a bar for the seventeenth plan.

When the meal was put on the table, Zhang Weiran sat on the main seat, with a wife and a daughter, very happy, but there was an extra bear in the yard, and there was a stinky boy on the chair who wanted to get next to his daughter, and a bad old man who started pouring wine before the banquet began.

Zhang Weiran took a sip of tea, and heard the screams of the servants outside being scared out by the bear, and his heart was a little stunned.

It's rare to find it so lively in this courtyard.

It's so lively.

He's a little unaccustomed to it......??

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Wang Anfeng stood in the dilapidated courtyard with a big broom in his hand.

When he just came back to Daliang Village yesterday, he also went to look at other places, and the courtyard where Libo lived was still empty.

When the old man left, he was quite chic, and he didn't even close the yard, which became a secret treasure for the children in the village in the past two years.

If Wang Hongyi hadn't taken the time to come over and take care of it, the weeds in this yard would probably grow to waist-length.

The grass withered in the autumn, and in the winter there was a large accumulation of snow, and now it must have looked like a wilderness, if not in the village.

Really, it's not worrying at all.

Wang Anfeng sighed in his heart, held a big broom, and swept all the snow in the yard together, and the yard that looked a little deserted because of the snow and weeds gradually revealed its original appearance, which was exactly what Wang Anfeng remembered.

When he was a teenager, he didn't know how many times, in this courtyard he listened to stories told by Libo.

Talk about the battlefield, talk about the world.

Talking about the bizarre, bloody and bloody, but wonderful and fascinating rivers and lakes.

He's in the rivers and lakes now.

But the old man was missing from the courtyard.

Wang Anfeng began to sweep inside from the gate of the courtyard, sweeping very slowly and carefully, refusing to let go of every corner.

Like a means of killing pigs, this job is very familiar to him, since he was a child, every year at this time, he comes to clean the yard for the elderly.

Sweeping the last steps clean, Wang Anfeng exhaled, looked at the clean courtyard, stood still for a long time, stunned, sighed, leaned the broom in his hand aside, and muttered:

"It's time to go......"

With his back to the dilapidated house, the boy walked slowly.

After walking seventeen steps, walking down the steps, walking past a large tree, and passing by a small stone table, a slight snoring was suddenly heard in my ears.

It came from behind him.

Wang Anfeng's body stiffened.

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