On the top of the lonely peak of the snow, the heavy Buddha bell in the Shaolin Temple was struck, the bell rang slowly, the mountains responded, and the snow fell more and more, Mr. Win stood with his hands in his hands, silent, although Wang Anfeng was afraid of him, but also respected him, retreated half a step away, and stood silently as if he was standing beside the elders.

I don't know how long later, Mr. Ying slowly turned sideways, the look on his face was like the chill infected with the wind and snow, and he became cold and fierce again, and looked at Wang Anfeng, as if nothing had happened, and said:

"I just said the first point, my requirements are not high, as long as you can rank in the top 100 Shaolin disciples in the past hundred years, you can go out of the mountains and enter the rivers and lakes."

"'Skill' can make you undefeated, but there are too many ways to kill people in the rivers and lakes, and there are people who never fight you head-on, if you don't want to lose your life on the road for no reason, you must be able to find those assassin killers who want to kill you quickly from the crowd."

Wang Anfeng's expression was solemn, he shook off the frost and snow with his fists, and said:

"Please give me advice."

Mr. Win turned around, looked at him and said, "If you have murderous intent, you will naturally pull the qi, if you can detect the subtle murderous aura, you can find a ninety percent crisis in the rivers and lakes." ”

Wang Anfeng was stunned when he heard this, and said that he had seen it in Jiang Shouyi's collection.

The so-called one-yuan luck of the qi, in the sky, the six voids, in the earth, all things happen, it can be said that the mystery is mysterious, even if there is an essay explanation by Jiang Shouyi, he can't understand it, because he has never been in contact, and even a little doubt that the qi machine exists.

Heaven and earth are so big, the qi is still mysterious and rare, people are like dust than heaven and earth, isn't it more difficult to capture the murderous aura? What's more, it's a hidden gas machine.

Mr. Win knew what he was thinking when he looked at him, and sneered:

"Don't worry, this alone is the easiest to teach you."

Wang Anfeng's face burned slightly, and he said:

"Then thank you first......

Before the voice fell, it stopped abruptly, the young man's pupils contracted suddenly, and the whole world instantly became gloomy in his eyes, the boundless wind and snow became more and more violent, but it also became more and more deadly silent, between heaven and earth, only his heart beat faster and faster, louder and louder.

Everything surrounded the cold scribe, a green shirt was cold, taller and taller, until it filled the whole world, his eyes looked at him calmly and indifferently, Wang Anfeng's face appeared a look of struggle, but in a short moment, it had disappeared, and his consciousness was pulled by fear and fell into the boundless abyss.

On the lonely peak, the young man's body shook slightly, and he fell directly to the front, and Mr. Win's sleeve robe flicked, and a soft energy lifted him to the ground gently.

In the wind and snow, two figures broke through the air, Yuan Ci stepped on the void, and the strength directly divided the snow in the sky into two, stepped on Wang Anfeng's side, squatted down and checked for a moment before he breathed a sigh of relief, hidden anger, got up and shouted:

"What are you doing?!"

"Teach him to be murderous."

The scribe in a green shirt walked sideways, leisurely watching the wind and snow cover the mountains again, and said casually:

"Murderous qi is born from the heart, since it is aimed at the human body, then resist it several times a day, even if he still can't understand what qi is stupidly, but the body is enough to produce instinct for murderous energy."

"In this way, it is naturally the easiest."

The corners of the scribe's mouth slightly curled, and he said:

"At that time, no matter who has murderous intentions for him, even if he has a secret technique to restrain most of it, it will be like a firefly in the night in front of his eyes."

"None of them can escape."

Yuan Ci was dumbfounded, and his heart was angry, but Wang Anfeng was not damaged, and he had to give the young man some internal strength to recuperate, Wu Changqing on the side stroked his goat whiskers, and after giving Wang Anfeng a pulse, he said with a smile:

"Master Yuanci doesn't have to worry, Fang Cai An Feng fought with the battle memories left by those young heroes in the past, his already tired body has reached the limit, Mr. Win sealed his five senses with murderous aura, making him fall into a deep sleep, although he was frightened for a while, but it is very beneficial to the recovery of the body."

"In recent days, he has been practicing harder and harder, so it's a good thing to take a good rest."

Yuan Ci bowed slightly, carefully picked up Wang Anfeng, and slowly walked towards the vacant monk's room on the mountain, within three feet, not stained with wind and snow, Wu Changqing saw him disappear, and when he turned around, there was no figure of a green-shirted scribe on the lonely peak, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then shook his head with a smile, looking at the Shaomu Mountain shrouded in snow, I don't know what he remembered, first smiled, and then sighed slowly.

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

Turning to leave, Wei Gong's body disappeared into the falling snow, and the sigh was crushed by the wind and snow and scattered into the Shaolin mountain.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes, and before the feeling of fear resurfaced, it was swept away by another gentle breath, the young man's contracted pupils returned to normal, the candle flame was warm, and his body was covered with a thick quilt, and Yuan Ci next to him looked at him with a smile, and said gently:

"It seems that you are really tired, is it a little hard to practice during this time?"

Wang Anfeng felt warm in his heart, shook his head, and said with a smile:

"It's not bitter, Master."

The monk raised his hand and rubbed his hair, hesitated, and said:

"Isn't it really bitter......

"If you're really tired, you can relax and don't have to force yourself."

"Uh-huh, it's okay Master."

Outside the monk's house.

In the direction of the pharmacy, Wu Changqing held a medicinal porridge in his hand, adding some medicinal materials that were beneficial to Wang Anfeng's physical recovery, and then protected the heat with internal force, and slowly walked towards the monk's room.

Although it was Mr. Win who revived him, and it was Yuanci who broke it all down and explained it to him clearly, but tracing back to the source, everything was because of the young man, so he was also quite concerned about Wang Anfeng, and the young man's temperament was also quite temperamental to him, so after the young man fell asleep, the old man took the initiative to go to the Shaolin Pharmacy to get some medicinal herbs, mixed some mushroom ingredients and made a medicinal porridge.

Walking into this courtyard, I saw Mr. Win in a green shirt sitting on top of the monk's room, the bright moon was hanging high, and the hem of his clothes moved with the wind, which made the scribe's expression more and more cold and indifferent, the old man was slightly stunned, and under the traction of the qi machine, Mr. Win had already noticed Wu Changqing, and looked at him sideways, and the latter was just about to speak, and a cold voice sounded in his ears:

"That kid is awake, go and let him go early."

"This is not his world after all, stay for a while, but not for too long."

Wu Changqing stroked his long beard, smiled kindly, and said:

"Why didn't the gentleman say it himself?"

The voice fell, but only the snow fell silently as an answer, and the green-shirted scribe who was still there had long since disappeared, only the bright moon was in the sky, becoming more and more clean and cold.

Wu Changqing opened his mouth slightly, smiled helplessly, and had to gently knock on the wooden door of the monk's room with the medicinal porridge, and said:

"Master Yuanci, An Feng, is an old man."

The wooden door creaked open, the old man rushed to open the door Yuan Ci nodded, smiled and stepped into it, closed the wooden door smoothly, the candlelight reflected the reflection of the three people, and the old man's voice could be faintly heard:

"Come on, come on, try the old man's handiwork."

"I haven't cooked in person for 20 years, don't dislike it, don't dislike it, haha."