Since being questioned by Jiang Shouyi that day, Wang Anfeng began to gradually restrain his behavior.

Although he still went up the mountain to cut wood, he did not pull straight to the center of the village as usual, but took advantage of the night when there was no one to send it to the house of the owner of the Wang Pavilion, and the only thing he was familiar with in Daliang Village was Libo, Mr. Jiang's family, and the owner of the Wangguan Pavilion, Mr. Jiang had just arrived, and Libo was idle, and only Wang Hongyi could have a way to help him sell these woods.

The latter was puzzled at first, but after understanding the reason, he laughed and agreed, and his words were quite gratifying.

It is said that the owner of the Wang Pavilion, who has never liked to drink, carried a pot of good flower carvings that day, and made a special trip to visit Mr. Jiang, and the two laughed and talked for several hours before leaving.

After that, the money sent to Wang Anfeng's hands not only did not decrease, but even increased slightly, and those carpenters who came from the county town to buy timber always rushed to come, and left Daliang Village with a bitter smile and a complicated look of admiration.

Originally, there was a chick on the other side, with little experience, but in a blink of an eye, the young man who didn't bargain much became an old oilman, and at a glance he knew that he was an expert, and he was used to bargaining, and even the last layer of oil and water could scrape off three cents.

And the villagers of Daliang Village found that the boy of the Wang family, who had done a lot of things recently, was now much more 'honest', learning to play the piano and read by Mr. Jiang's side, and the big black bear was also locked in the courtyard, not cruel when he slept soundly, but had two points of honesty, which was not much different from the local dog in the village, but gradually let go of the heart he was carrying.

Although there are still quite a few complaints, they are gradually submerged in the short daily life of parents.

Shaolin Temple.

The sound of steady and very rhythmic footsteps sounded on the mountain road, accompanied by the crisp and melodious sound of the chains, the figure of the young man ran out of the road, each step was not big, but it was extremely stable, the breathing was long and peaceful, and the chains that had been added to five hundred catties on his body were no longer unbearable for him.

The internal force of a Zen Gong in his body was forced by the heavy pressure, constantly consumed violently, and was re-refined by the power of the elixir, he had been carrying this chain of cultivation for two months, if you add the different times of the two worlds, it is already four months, more than 100 days, plus the previous practice, he has actually been practicing under high pressure for more than a year.

When he came up the mountain, he jumped up and stepped on the narrower stone steps, and then jumped again before falling, and jumped up on another slightly higher stone pillar, his body tensed and tensed, and the potential energy of the water in the bucket was constantly shaking, so as to ensure balance and not fall from this stone pillar.

One by one the height is different, but all are only one foot wide stone pillars standing in front, Wang Anfeng carried the iron bucket, on the plum blossom pile left and right, although it is not the first time to pass, but still a little frightened, the muscles of the body are almost sensitive to the limit.

When he stepped on this 'plum blossom pile' for the first time, he ignored the shaking of the water waves in the bucket, lost his balance, and fell directly into a coma after falling.

But at the time of the last step, the plum blossom pile under his feet suddenly cracked, Wang Anfeng looked slightly solemn, and stepped on the broken stone with his right foot, and the broken stone cracked, and the boy had already taken this as a fulcrum, and twisted his waist in the air to exert force, and the flat shoulder was rotated and thrown into the air, and the water in the bucket spilled out, although three or four points still fell outside, but the remaining part went into the water tank, making a soft noise.

And he himself could only fall heavily on the ground after all because of the five hundred pounds of chains, and gasped in pain, but he never fainted directly like the first time, and the scribe with a cold face on the side looked at him and sneered:

"I've been practicing for so long, and when I encounter an unexpected situation, I can't save the water, and I can't protect myself."

"It's stupid."

Wang Anfeng reluctantly stood up on the ground, and hugged his fists to the awe-inspiring elder in his heart:

"The younger generation has seen Mr. Win."

The scribe bowed his head, then frowned, and said:

"How did you learn the basics of medicine and poison with Wu Lao Dao during this time?"

Wang Anfeng replied: "The basic medical theory has been read, but the medicinal materials have not yet been recognized. ”

Mr. Ying sneered and said, "Recognize medicinal herbs? Wu Laodao is getting more and more confused, can't he become? ! ”

"Studying medicine is to let you understand yourself and save yourself from practicing badly, instead of letting you become a barefoot doctor and go all over the mountains to find medicinal materials...... Also halved. ”

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, Mr. Win had already brushed his sleeves, and said coldly:

"The rest of these two items is just a water mill, and there is no great benefit, and it cannot be stopped, but too much attachment is even more dull."

"You come with me."

After waving his sleeve robe, he walked first, Wang Anfeng didn't know what he meant, so he had to follow behind, all the way towards the Shaolin building, the scribe looked cold, looked at the scenery in front of him, and suddenly said:

"You will inevitably enter the rivers and lakes in the future, the rivers and lakes have been in turmoil since ancient times, do you know how to survive?"

Wang Anfeng replied:

"Martial arts...... and alertness. ”

Mr. Win bowed slightly, then shook his head again, and said, "Yes, it's not right." ”

"Martial arts...... I saw that you brought the classics, although the words in them are only words, but most of the beings in this world pursue the so-called profundity of skills and the so-called artistic conception, but few people chase the limit of skills. ”

Wang Anfeng thought for a while and said softly:

"Maybe it's because it's too dangerous to pursue skill...... The original purpose of martial arts is to fight and kill, such as the skill of killing pigs, it is useless to daydream about it, only to kill pigs can you know what you think wrong, practice badly, martial arts is the same, do not fight with other martial artists, it is difficult to find shortcomings. ”

"But it can be easy to get injured or even killed."

"Those martial artists who chase skills may be very few for this reason...... There are very few people who have the courage, and there is one less layer of survivors, who can make achievements and write books and talk about it, maybe one in a thousand. ”

"Compared to the others, there must be very few."

The scribe glanced at him in slight surprise, bowed his head slowly, and said:

"It's not too stupid."

This sentence is certainly not a compliment, but from the mouth of Mr. Win, who has always been cold, it is very rare, the two walked a distance, stopped at a side hall, and the plaque on it was written in three big characters with vigorous and powerful strokes.

Wang Anfeng's eyes turned lightly, and he said softly:

"Bronze Man Alley?"

Mr. Win said: "In the past two months, although you have not completed the punishment, you have barely passed my first test, go and ...... Enter Bronze Man Alley, and when you come out, I'll tell you the second thing you're missing. ”

Wang Anfeng didn't understand what he meant, but during this time he had faintly felt that although this Mr. Win had a cold face and was even more unforgiving under his mouth, he was just strict with himself, but he had no bad intentions.

Squeak –

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, the alley was dark, when Wang Anfeng was puzzled, the hula sounded softly, and a row of red candles lit up on the left and right, illuminating it brightly, and in front of him, the originally empty place slowly formed a human shape by streamers, wearing a monk's robe, with a rosary around his neck, looking at him with one hand folded.

A loud and solemn voice echoed in the empty alley:

"First round, start."

The figure on the opposite side saluted him slightly, Wang Anfeng didn't understand the situation, and the person rushed towards her suddenly, his fist was fierce and strong, it was the Shaolin long fist, the young man's pupils shrank, and his body reacted spontaneously, and his right arm suddenly lifted the railing, holding the punch steadily, but the tentacles were fluttering lightly, and his heart was groaning.

The next moment, the figure suddenly picked up speed, flashed to Wang Anfeng's side, and hit the young man in the ribs with a straight punch, but his left hand grabbed his collar awkwardly, and violently exerted force, avoiding Wang Anfeng's elbow blow, and directly picked him up in the direction of his move, and smashed it heavily on the ground, and the force that the young man had just lifted was directly scattered by this moment.

When he was weak, the man had already smashed down with heavy punches, Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth to bear it, but silently accumulated strength, found a gap and jumped up suddenly, and smashed his right elbow sideways, but the man slid backwards like an unknown prophet, just avoiding his fist, and when he was exhausted, a palm had been firmly placed on his elbow, and the left palm that had been stored for a long time turned into a palm knife and slashed hard.

…………………………

Squeak –

Just thirty breaths later, the gate of Bronze Man Alley opened again, and Wang Anfeng almost walked out with his support for the stone wall, his face was slightly pale, but what made him even more shocked in his heart was the opponent just now.

Obviously it's just a Shaolin long fist, and the speed and strength are not much different, but the opponent's every move and every shot is just right, like a thousand tempers, he only hit half a move, and that half move is just a trap, and then it ushered in a more violent attack like falling into a trap, like the fall of the stars in the nine heavens.

"Do you understand what 'skill' is now?"

Mr. Ying saw his miserable situation and said lightly: "He has been ...... in the past ten years No, in this life, it should be a hundred years, and he is only ranked 3,700 among all Shaolin disciples, but he can already easily kill you, even if your kung fu is twice as high, he is not his opponent. ”

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth when he heard this, and said with admiration:

"They're so good...... It's definitely better now......"

I don't know if it's his delusion, Mr. Win's body seemed to stiffen slightly, and he said half-loudly:

"No...... They're gone. ”

"How so? They're so good! ”

Mr. Win looked at the vast sky and the rivers and lakes under the clouds, and his always cold face rarely showed other looks, and he was silent, not like he was answering Wang Anfeng, but speaking softly as if he was talking to himself:

"After all, they are just complete passers-by in this realm, illuminating this firmament world like meteors, and then disappearing faster."

"Whip the horse, be happy and enmity, deliver life and death to each other, stand side by side, the autumn wind, and the Jiangnan arm swim together...... It is enough memory for us to remember for a lifetime, but for them, it is just a dream.

"When you wake up from a dream, you can't talk in your dreams anymore, can you, if you're an adult, how can you still talk in your dreams?"

"They regard us as just 'people' who are not even qualified to have memories, and maybe because they have no memories, they don't need to feel the slightest guilt when they leave.

"They leave the rivers and lakes, they fade in their own world, like an ordinary person who loves and hates love and hate, trapped by life, or tired, or uncomfortable, no longer the heroic young man of the year, let alone the graceful but dare to love and hate girl, and we ...... Oh, we just stay in the rivers and lakes in their memory, the place in their memory, watching the mountains and rivers grow, watching people come and go, occasionally I will think about it, I don't know if there are also them in the new arrival? ”

"Looking at us, but I want to pretend not to know each other and say hello, say a word about the first time I saw a hero, and then secretly laugh at our reaction on the other side, and whisper a ......"

"Long time no see."

Wang Anfeng looked at the always cold and arrogant scribe in silence, and said softly:

"Sir...... But it's lonely......"

Mr. Win muttered in a low voice and said:

"Lonely?"

"No...... How have I ever been lonely. ”

"It's just...... It's just a little nostalgic......"

I miss the rivers and lakes that still have them.

The sky was vast, and there was snow falling like a wadd, floating on the shoulders of one long and one young.

Winter has arrived.

There is no home.