Among the Yizhuang.

Wang Anfeng recognized the person opposite, but the latter's mind seemed to be a little unclear at this time, killing thoughts and strong emotions blocked his mind, and the previous Wang Anfeng attracted the 'momentum' of this place to leave a deep impression on him, and subconsciously regarded him as an enemy.

Hearing Wang Anfeng's words, he was only recognized as his own identity, and he never stopped, but seemed to be desperate, pulled out the short sword from his waist, held the hilt upside down, and slashed upward, about to cut off Wang Anfeng's fingers holding the blade.

Swift and razor.

Because it is in a desperate situation, it has a power far beyond the ordinary.

Wang Anfeng frowned, his fingers loosened the blade of the sword, and he let it fall, his wrist flipped, like a thousand gold, like a mountain about to fall, and unceremoniously knocked on the opponent's wrist, and the latter's face was distorted because of the severe pain.

Wang Anfeng's knock brought a wisp of thunder, paralyzing the muscles and veins, even if he could endure the pain, he couldn't hold the weapon for a while, and fell to the ground.

But the young man was aroused by the ferocity of the warrior, half of his body was numb, but he clenched his fist with his left hand, and continued to attack Wang Anfeng.

The young man raised his hand, framed his left arm with the posture of Shaolin Long Fist, stepped forward with his right foot, and most of his body hit the young man's body directly with his shoulders as the force point.

Waves of air passed through the latter's back, drumming and making a muffled sound.

The coffins in this room trembled slightly, and the bright yellow silk cloth danced in front of the statue, becoming more and more empty and distant, which made people feel fearful.

This homeopathic move, even if he didn't use a little strength, but Wang Anfeng's martial arts were too much higher than the latter, the young man's face turned pale, his pupils lost focus, and the whole person flew out of the Yizhuang house with this momentum and fell into the courtyard.

After rolling around twice in embarrassment, Fang barely knelt on the ground, gasping for breath and barely raising his eyes, Wang Anfeng had already appeared in front of him.

The vigor is blowing, so that the paper money is flying.

The young man's white clothes swayed, his left hand held the sword behind his back, his eyes were like a bright moon, and his right hand was like a sword, which seemed to be slow and fast, and it was directly pointed at the center of the young man's eyebrows.

At this time, Wang Anfeng had already operated his internal force to outline the surrounding world.

Reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart, he used the Buddha principle of holding the power of vajra and cutting off all his troubles to lead the left and right, and his eyes were dark and dark, and he opened his mouth and shouted:

"Wake up !!"

There seemed to be a muffled sound of thunder, but this sound only sounded in the ears of the young man.

The white flags were crazy and fluttering, and the paper money full of the courtyard rose into the air and flew uncertainly......

In Yizhuang, the old man in white, who should have been sleeping deeply, opened his eyes, his face shook, as if he had noticed something unbelievable, and raised his eyes to look out the window.

The yin qi in his body suddenly turned from dead silence to boiling at this moment.

There is almost an instinctive tendency to riot, like ice water in a pan of oil.

The young man outside......

The young man's pupils were empty, and he was stunned for a few breaths, his originally stalemate body lost its strength, and his sanity regained in his eyes.

Wang Anfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, slowly withdrew his fingers, and only made a move, although the internal force in his body did not have too much loss, but for some reason, he already felt a kind of exhaustion, as if he had fought with people for hundreds of rounds.

The young man's eyes moved, and at this time, the bright moon broke through the clouds, and he could see the face of the young man in front of him clearly, his expression changed, the hostility dissipated, and he sat down on the ground, but he only felt that the ground under him was also light and fluttering, as if he was in a dream, and murmured:

"Mr. Wang......?!"

Wang Anfeng looked at the young man in front of him, who was still shabby at this time, with a scruffy beard, which was completely different from what he saw that day, and sighed secretly in his heart, and said:

"Finally recognize me?"

"Flying White Brother ......"

The voice paused slightly, and then he spoke softly, as if he were an ordinary greeting, and said:

"It's been two months since I left the village, and I didn't expect to meet here."

Hongfeibai opened his mouth, but only smiled.

The smile pale in comparison to the paper money flying around.

At that time, Wang Anfeng lived in seclusion in a remote village, practicing martial arts while teaching the children in the village to read and write.

In the third year of this great source, in the first heavy snow and snowy night after the winter, he was chased and killed, and the latter, who was seriously injured, was brought back to the house.

Relieved the siege for him and repelled those people in the rivers and lakes.

After that, Hong Feibai left the village and returned to the sect.

And Wang Anfeng also left the small village where he had lived for two years, walking the rivers and lakes, looking for the traces of Yan Ling and Mengyuexue, but he never thought that he would meet here today when he said goodbye that day.

I never thought it would be such a position.

Hongfei Bai heard the words and thought of the passage of this time again, coughing, while barely getting up, covering his heart, and said:

"yes...... I never thought I'd see him here. ”

"I don't know why you're here, sir?"

Wang Anfeng said:

"Waiting for you."

"Wait for me?"

Wang Anfeng bowed his head, the sword in his hand was sheathed upside down on the ground, his palm was raised, resting on the hilt of the sword, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he looked at Hong Feibai, and said:

"Since you have killed someone, I will wait for you here."

"I didn't know that you would also kill and injure innocent women......"

Hongfei opened his mouth, and the expression on his face changed, as if he was surprised, as if he was sad, but finally laughed out loud.

He did not refute it, but spoke first, saying:

"Dare to ask sir, the deceased was sixteen years old, wearing a blue shirt, about this height?"

He held out his hand and gestured an inch below his shoulder.

His movements are extremely familiar, as if he has not known how many times he has made such a gesture in the past, as if there is not a cold winter air under his palm, but a delicate girl who really exists, but such a familiar action, his palm is trembling slightly.

It hardly looked like a swordsman's hand.

Seeing this, Wang Anfeng suddenly thought of another possibility in his heart, his expression changed slightly, and he looked at the swordsman who was no longer in high spirits at that time, but did not speak.

But Hong Feibai already knew the truth.

Even though he had already guessed before coming here, even though he had prepared for the worst, at this time, he still felt the pain of his flesh being pulled out, and his face turned pale.

After a moment of silence, he raised his hand to take off the scabbard behind his back and threw it over, Wang Anfeng held it in his hand, his eyes swept, and then he condensed slightly, and the doubts in his heart disappeared.

The scabbard was the same as the woman's sword.

And at this time, he finally remembered why he was quite familiar with the woman's sword, but he couldn't think of where he had seen it, when he brought Hongfeibai back to the village to heal, there was a sect emblem on the hem of the young man's strong suit, which was exactly what the sword looked like after it was shrunk.

Wang Anfeng was silent, he could only be silent.

Hongfeibai covered his chest, grinned, and said:

"Now...... Sir, can you let me see my sister? ”

His tone was calm.

Wang Anfeng nodded, took a step to the side, let go of the wooden door behind him, Hong Feibai walked slowly, and when he rubbed with Wang Anfeng, Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"Brother Feibai, the festival mourns ......"

Hongfeibai paused slightly, did not speak, and entered inside.

Wang Anfeng just stood outside the door, raised his eyes and looked at the quiet night, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, two months ago, even if he was in a desperate situation, he was still able to be a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and when he left, he laughed and invited him to be a guest, but now he looks like a wanderer, as if he has lost his soul.

The deceased was his younger sister.

Behind him, there was the sound of the coffin opening and the silence of death.

It seems that behind the young man is already a ghost realm, an abyss, a place where there should not be any sound, after the death silence continued, Wang Anfeng heard a very slight sobbing in his ears after being suppressed to the limit.

There was only one sound, and it came to an abrupt end.

It's almost an illusion.

The old man in the room looked a little complicated for some reason, and his sleepiness disappeared, he lay in this gloomy room, like a corpse lying in a coffin, and he raised his eyes to look out the window. He didn't know the young man outside, but he could empathize with him, his memory was churning, he was silent for a moment, and then sighed and spoke.

These words seem to be extremely heavy, but to others, they seem ordinary.

Just ordinary, Dao:

"Rivers and lakes, ......"

Wang Anfeng looked up at the deep night, exhaled white air, and the expression on his face became distant, at this moment, he really noticed a certain feeling that could be called a thing or a person, there seemed to be ten thousand words in his chest and abdomen, but when it came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say, his eyes closed slightly, and he said softly.

Just the way:

"Jianghu ......"

PS: After thinking about it, this chapter is better so far......

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