"I don't know, the young man is my Fufeng library guard?"

A long laugh came from behind Wang Anfeng, a young man in a moon-white robe and a folding fan came pacing, his face was like a crown of jade, he was handsome, he knew that his identity was extraordinary at first sight, he walked five steps in front of Wang Anfeng, hugged his fist at him and smiled slightly:

"Song Xiuran in Xia Fufeng, I have seen Shaoxia."

The young man in front of him smiled gently and was knowledgeable, Wang Anfeng had to return the salute and said:

"It's Wang."

Song Xiuran smiled slightly, raised his hand to lead, and said gently:

"It's a blessing to be able to see the book collector today, if you don't dislike it, why don't you go along?"

Wang Anfeng squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the young man in front of him.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

The problem is the confident look in the young man's eyes, confident that Wang Anfeng will not refuse him, confident that he will definitely be able to get something on this trip, just like a chess player looking at the big dragon that is about to be eaten, which makes Wang Anfeng feel a little disgusted in his heart.

This young man was not trying to get to know 'Wang Anfeng'.

It's not even to get to know the 'book keeper'.

What he needs to know is the courage that broke through the hundred-story Fuzilou yesterday, and the glory and interests of walking side by side with this bravery.

He doesn't even need to pay anything, he just needs to let the rest of the people see this scene, and with a little use, he can get great benefits in the family struggle, no matter who this 'bravery' belongs to, no matter whether that person is right or evil, what he likes, what he has done, for him, there is no difference in the slightest.

Even if it was a man with bloody hands, he could come forward with a gentle and decent smile.

Song Xiuran's face was calm and confident, looking at Wang Anfeng.

He had already gathered information last night.

Fufeng collection of books, Wang Anfeng, became famous two years ago, known as the swordsmanship of the best Fufeng peers.

He is sincere, knowledgeable and courteous, and extremely gentle.

It can be said that he is a gentleman.

Scold...... Gentleman......

He sneered in his heart, a little disdain surfaced, but the expression on his face became more and more mellow, and even because Wang Anfeng didn't answer for a long time, he also showed a three-point doubt, and said:

"Wang Shaoxia?"

Wang Anfeng's eyes were calm, and he looked at the gentle and polite young man fixedly, but he didn't speak.

Song Xiuran was a little uncomfortable, the gentle smile on his face was a little difficult to maintain, for some reason, a little uneasiness rose in his heart, as if he had forgotten something extremely important, this feeling was extremely strong and real, as if it had been unsheathed and put on the blade of his neck.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes to look at him.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, there was a quiet smile, but a pair of black eyes were very cold.

Like a heavy blade in the hands of a janissaries.

"Song Gongzi is a person who plays tricks like this, Wang is really disgusted."

"Let's clear."

He spoke.

Like the long sword in his hand, it is straight and sharp, hitting the vital point.

There is not the slightest trace of affection.

Song Xiuran's face stiffened slightly, and the expressions of the people around him who cared about this matter also changed slightly, and they converged for a moment, but they were actually taken aback in their hearts, and they took back the original plan in their hearts.

A person in a gorgeous costume watched Song Xiuran leave in embarrassment, and his face sneered.

But there is no luck in their hearts.

If you come forward at home, the result is probably the same.

It's just that for some reason, only two years have passed, and why has the original sincere and courteous book collector become so ruthless, and his words are almost as sharp as a knife.

But in an instant, I thought that yesterday, the book collector even faced the emperor's eldest grandson and Yu Wenze, and he just bowed from afar, and then directly performed light skills and left.

It's normal to be so frenzy.

With this in mind, I let go of my original doubts, but I felt that it was tricky, and I felt that the original plan might need some changes, but the heart of the friendship was not weakened in the slightest, not to mention the future for the time being, and now Fufeng, Wang Anfeng is a hot person.

Song Xiuran was directly told about the means and left in embarrassment.

But the indescribable dull disgust in Wang Anfeng's heart grew more and more.

That feeling didn't come from Song Xiuran alone, everyone here was exuding that feeling that made him almost instinctively disgusted, as if he had fallen into an endless ocean, but this water was a lifeless darkness, with no starlight, no moonlight, and no sun.

There is only that dull and oppressive sense of darkness and constraints, which follows me like a shadow.

Even the sea of Merlin flowers, which I originally liked very much, seemed to be covered with a dull color, and it was no longer light and beautiful.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and loosened his collar, subconsciously quickened his pace, and walked towards the backyard.

When he didn't come in before, he still felt that this royal courtyard, ten miles of plum blossom forests and seas was like a fairyland, but at this time, he only felt that he didn't like it, I don't know why the royal family wanted to build this courtyard so big, and the road was still turning around, which made people feel that the road was long.

This is still the land of the royal family, and you can't use light power to gallop, you can only move forward slowly.

Exhaled, his mood was like a lake, Wang Anfeng suppressed this feeling of restraint, never showed it on his face, in order to divert his attention, let his mind be like a bird, cranky.

I don't know if Miss Xue will receive my message.

And a hundred miles of them.

If this news will be transmitted throughout the entire Great Qin, then, no matter where Libo is now, he will definitely be able to hear this news, I don't know how his old man is doing during this time?

There are also Qin Fei, Tingyun, and Huangfu and Xiahou who met at the young phoenix banquet when they first walked the rivers and lakes.

Thinking that so many familiar people would know that they were crazy things, Wang Anfeng's ears began to fever a little, and he threw away this distracting thought, focusing his attention on the banquet itself, thinking of the intention of the emperor's eldest grandson, and thinking of the reason why these people's attitudes were so enthusiastic.

And what revealed his identity was the ununsolved long sword behind his back.

Are rules really that important?

Wang Anfeng's heart, for some reason, rose up with a thought that he had never had before, he had never doubted the orders of the division commanders before, and he had never been obsessed with the right or wrong of this order at this time, but the thoughts in his heart were extremely strong.

Mr. Win asked him to carry the long sword on his back at all times in order to familiarize him with the wooden sword.

But then what?

This sword has resonated with him, it can be said that there is no second person in the world who is as familiar with this long sword as he is, five fingers are closed, no matter when, he will not lose the center of gravity of the long sword in his hand, the sword is in the direction of the sword, do whatever he wants, and there will be no waste of strength.

But then what?

Why continue?

Is it to make one's own will strong? Is it to understand the truth of swordsmanship?

Or is it to make one's own spirit the same as the sword?

However, what these actions have effect on is the heart of the warrior.

If the heart is as sharp as a sword, why stick to some established rules?

Warriors are based on their qi.

Zen Buddhism is even more to the heart of the heart, the method of teaching outside the law, the state of mind has changed, and the qi of the body naturally changes, but this change is from the inside out, extremely subtle, and others can't see anything unusual for a while.

Before Wang Anfeng could continue to think, several more people had already surrounded him.

He has a kind smile on his face.

"Wang Shaoxia......"

Shaolin Temple.

The scribe sitting lazily on the bamboo chair raised his eyebrows slightly, raising his eyes from the book.

Hongluoyu was having fun in the desert with the red thin horse at this time, Yuanci closed his eyes and meditated, falling into meditation, while Wu Changqing was nesting in the alchemy pharmacy pondering a new medicine, although he raised his eyes at this time, no one answered, and he was silent, so he had to return his gaze again, and looked at the content of the book as if nothing had happened.

The book that can still be read is not bullshit at all now, and I just think that the person who wrote this book is simply a first-class fool in the world.

Yuan Ci, who was originally meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and said calmly:

"What happened?"

The scribe paused slightly, as if he didn't bother to raise his eyes, but just sneered and said:

"That stupid boy, finally got the hang of it......"

"It took three years to get to that point, heh, it's just stupid."

Shaking his head, the scribe withdrew his gaze with disdain and looked at the contents of the book.

Bow slightly.

Well, the person who wrote this book was a bit stupid though.

But if you ignore those stupid and dull places, you can still look at it.

Got that step?

Yuan Ci's expression changed slightly, and when he noticed a slight change in the aura on Wang Anfeng's body through the Buddha beads, he understood what the scribe meant, and his eyes showed a look of relief, and said:

"In three or four years, it's not slow to touch that step."

Martial arts practice, must first hone the muscles and bones, rely on sharp weapons, seek external objects, and then cultivate to gradually deepen, from the outside to the inside, but to seek themselves, so that they can go further from the ordinary martial arts, contact with the real profound and mysterious martial arts, on the contrary, they are trapped in the original realm for life, can only live in the shadow of the ancestors for a lifetime, a body of martial arts, no part of their own things.

They didn't understand these things, but they couldn't tell Wang Anfeng directly.

As Buddhism says in Zen Buddhism, seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, and seeing a mountain is a mountain.

At the beginning and in the end, it is a mountain that sees a mountain, but the final realm must be after seeing a thousand mountains, I don't know how many straw sandals have been worn out, how many blood blisters have been touched, I don't know how many times I have fallen, how many times I have been injured, before I can see, what others say, but it is just a passing cloud, and it can't leave any traces in his heart.

There are too many roads in the world that you have to walk by yourself to be able to understand.

You can't talk about it, you can only realize it.

Understood, understood.

On top of the bluestone, the monk folded his hands and sang softly, saying:

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

…………………………………………

In the Imperial Palace, Fufu-gun.

Wang Anfeng was surrounded by people and could barely move.

Among these people, there are beautiful girls, quite cool Jianghu men, and handsome young heroes.

Surrounded him, but he gossiped unboundedly.

But Bisheng didn't show half of his intentions, Wang Anfeng couldn't get rid of them, just now he was understanding, at this time he was stopped by these people, Fang Cai's slight thoughts were like fireflies at sunrise, dissipating without a trace, and the depression in his heart was even worse.

But these people didn't know about it, and he couldn't vent his anger on them.

So my heart became more and more dull.

"Bibliophile, please stay."

Outside of the crowd, a person came on a big foot, pushing away the men and women of the family around Wang Anfeng, Wang Anfeng only felt that the air around him had become much more relaxed, and after taking a deep breath, he saw that the person also had a long knife straddling his waist, and his body was imposing, obviously with extremely profound martial arts.

His expression was cold, and he didn't even glance at the angry eyes of the people of the wealthy families around him, and when he saw Wang Anfeng, he casually clasped his fists and saluted, and said lightly:

"Bibliophile, Mr. Lin wants you to go over and have a look."

The expressions of the people around him changed.

Since it was the emperor's eldest grandson who held a banquet today, they naturally did their homework early, knowing who could make friends and who could not offend, and this Mr. Lin was one of the three who could never be offended.

The whispered complaints caused by the martial artist's brutal behavior disappeared in an instant.

This garden is quiet and terrifying.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, looked at the saber warrior in front of him, saw the latter's right hand held on the hilt, and saw that the saber popped out an inch slightly, the blade was silver and shiny, and there was a faint mellow internal force flow on it, outlining the left and right, forming a vision change visible to the naked eye.

A high-quality warrior.

Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

The man held the hilt of the knife in one hand, his expression was indifferent, and he repeated what he had just said, and his voice paused slightly, and he repeated:

"Mr. Lin attaches the most importance to etiquette, especially punctuality."

Wang Anfeng and the man looked at each other for a few breaths, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, only to feel that the atmosphere that made him feel very dull became thicker and thicker, this breath was exhaled, and there seemed to be a flame burning between his lungs, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and the five fingers of his right hand hanging down on his side moved slightly, and then clenched.

Fang Cai's comprehension was mixed with the breath, and within Wang Anfeng's body, there seemed to be a hidden sound of sword sounds.

Everyone was instinctively excited, sweat hairs exploded on their necks, and their faces were slightly pale, but they didn't know what was going on, and they didn't know why they reacted this way.

Only the saber warrior noticed the anomaly, and his pupils contracted instantly.

In his eyes, Wang Anfeng, whose qi was still a little dull, was almost like a sword from the sheath at this time, and it was so sharp that he felt a slight stinging pain in his eyebrows, and the dignified qi created by Fang Cai through his words and actions was instantly broken, and he almost had the urge to retreat for a while.

The two had already clashed once silently, but they didn't cause any vision, but the surrounding cold plums shook slightly, throwing off a few plum blossoms, and the saber warrior raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Wang Anfeng deeply, with a slightly solemn expression.

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes and said:

"Lead the way."

PS; Today's second update, a long chapter...... Count it as a plus, right? (Attempted Transaction)