Shaolin Temple.

Wang Anfeng carefully wrapped the whip lock around his right forearm, maintaining it in the position where it was easiest to strike, and in the belt around his waist, the gold sore medicine, the antidote pill, and the Qi Pill, which can be used to stimulate the recovery of internal strength at a critical time, were packed in categories and placed on the right side.

The silver needle given by Li Kangsheng and his wife before was placed on the left side.

The internal force in the body is adjusted to the most complete state.

Although today was not the day to leave, he still prepared in advance to confirm that he was in the best condition.

Strictly speaking.

When the young man first entered the rivers and lakes, he stepped into a muddy puddle and splashed all over his body.

Especially the mud is still very smelly, which makes the young man's memory still fresh, and he has been ten percent vigilant about the rivers and lakes in his heart.

The rivers and lakes are the bloody wind and rain after the scenery.

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Fufeng School Palace, Confucius Hall.

The old man in the green robe held the scroll, frowned slightly, and said:

"Originally, wasn't it in the name of sending books, and only let Wang Anfeng enter Qingfeng?"

"Why are there two more places, you...... What did you say to the girls of the Sword Sect? ”

The master sat upright, holding a cup of tea, looking at his nose and his nose.

raised his hand and took a sip of tea, and said slowly:

"You know, in the past, we just sent our masters."

"So what?"

"This time, even if there are more copies of ancient books, there is no need to add a school palace book guard, so I simply said, when the old man celebrated his ninetieth birthday, Qingfeng Xie brought three disciples to celebrate his birthday, and the etiquette is still exchanged, and we should also go over the three disciples to give a salute to the old man over there and say a few beautiful words."

"Well, I heard it was your idea, and they quickly agreed."

The voice paused slightly, and the master peeked at Ren Lao, and added carefully:

"There's also a library guard."

Ren Lao's face turned dark when he heard this.

The selection of students for the Fufu Academy began quickly and ended in just one day.

Most of the descendants of the masters of each family have already set their minds, and they have no interest in this kind of thing that is not very good in martial arts, such as Gu Jianzhang, and the young man who has just entered the palace is not practicing enough and is difficult to win, with one exception, that is, the famous Xue Shuang Gongzi.

With a dashing swordsmanship, he defeated several opponents and undoubtedly won the first place.

Subsequently, the soldier Baili Feng barely won with a brutal Mo knife vertical and seventeen momentum.

It's not that there is no one stronger than him, but after he unleashed his moves, Fang Yuan was full of sword light, almost like a scoundrel, and rushed out of the 'heavy encirclement', and at the end he was still arrogant, shouting at the top of his voice, this is called the night rain battle in all directions, and the enemy will be killed.

The last one is a Legalist girl, dressed in red, with flying eyebrows, using the full moon knife of the foreign envoy, it seems that because he has not knocked Baili Feng out of the ring, his eyebrows are gloomy, and he looks at the latter with eyes eager to bite off a piece of meat, but when he looks at the personable Xue Qinshuang, his face is full of tenderness, almost oozing water, which makes the Xue family girl and Baili Feng's back bones are cold.

At this point, the students who set off have already decided.

And the one who really represents the school palace is an old man of the Mo family who is over sixty years old, who specializes in institutions and is quite famous.

After all, although this Qingfeng Jie is a hidden sect, the oldest Great Elder on the surface is only seventy years old.

If the master of the Fufeng Academy Palace went over to pay his respects in person, the Great Elder would not be able to sit still.

It's too inconsistent with the rules of the rivers and lakes.

This nearly 100-year-old man was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, and when he was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, the Great Elder had not yet been born.

And when she happened to worship Qingfeng, the master had already abandoned the sword and easily failed to perform in the rivers and lakes.

About 60 years ago.

The age difference between the two is 30 years, one or two generations.

Of course, if you don't conform to the rules of the rivers and lakes, you are still worried about another point, you were born later than others, and your life is shorter than others.

The old-timers on the rivers and lakes participated in the birthday banquet of the younger generations, and after a few years, the younger generations were sent away, and their bodies were still tough, and it was not uncommon for them to be able to go to the grave by the way, and slowly there was such a rule, think about it carefully, there is really no reason at all, young people often laugh, but the old rivers and lakes care very much, and they believe very stubbornly.

The older you get, the more taboo you are.

Maybe in the face of the inevitable death, most people can't really ignore it freely after all, and the martial arts state of mind can still suppress fear, but in the details, it is still full of nostalgia for the world.

Fufu School Palace.

As the largest school palace in Fufu County, it is natural that there will be guest rooms for visitors.

As night began to fall, a bean light lit up in a bedroom.

The woman in white sat cross-legged on the bed, plain and clean, only the long hair was tied up with a hosta, although the eyebrows were beautiful, but there was less than three points of popularity, the more she saw the cold, the long sword was placed horizontally on her knees, and it was not yet unsheathed, and there was already a cold cold filling the room, making the bean light sway slightly.

As a walking disciple of the Hidden World Sect in the rivers and lakes, her cultivation has reached the fifth grade.

A hand of swordsmanship to splash ink artistic conception, martial arts to her point, simple penance has been difficult to go further, but she still has not left a day, meditating every day, if in the past, only Taiyin decisive operation for a moment, can cut off the distracting thoughts in the heart, but today has been sitting and practicing for twelve weeks, but still distracting thoughts, killing endlessly.

I had to open my eyes and sigh slowly.

It was rare to calm down, and I couldn't sleep, so I simply got up and got out of bed, put the saber behind me, sat down at the table, and poured myself a cup of herbal tea.

The amber tea reflected the flickering candle flames, and it was not early at this time, and the few little disciples who wanted to come and bring it down had already fallen asleep, and her thoughts were not as clear as the day, and she couldn't help but start thinking back to the master she had seen today.

A conversation, but no more than tea time.

As the rumors say, it is unfathomable.

The white fingers groped for the tea cup, and the woman's eyes flickered, and murmured:

"The ancestor was tired of fighting in the rivers and lakes, so he escaped."

"But then it's for the world of great controversy......"

"If you continue to hide from the world, you will be killed by destroying the faction."

His voice paused slightly, his eyes closed slightly, and he seemed to see the white-bearded and white-robed old Mai Fuzi again, standing there as if he was a heaven and earth, looking at himself and smiling gently:

"This time, it's the old man who acknowledges your love."

"The three students selected today, as well as the book keeper...... After returning to Qingfeng, lead them there once. ”

"The choice after that will be handed over to your sword."

At this time, recalling the appearance of the old man, the woman's heart was still trembling slightly, even if she cultivated in the five grades, she still couldn't restrain herself.

The master's eyebrows were kind, always smiling, and he looked very, very easy to speak, but when she looked at the old man, she seemed to see a sword, a sword that had been sealed in the dust for I don't know how many years, and others looked like it was already full of rust, but for some reason, the sword was pulled out again, and the red rust on the sword was wiped off.

The liquor spilled on the blade of the sword, still sharp and sharp, and could still cut off the head of the ground.