After the familiar feeling, Wang Anfeng's vision has changed from the village hut to the top of the lonely peak, the wind is blowing, and the scribe in green clothes is holding a copper stove with a flying dragon wrapped around the wind and hollow patterns, sitting on a chair, lazily flipping through the scroll in his hand.

The other three masters are not here.

Wang Anfeng stepped forward, bowed, and said:

"Sir."

The scribe glanced at him, nodded, and said lazily:

"Today is the hour again."

"Go yourself."

Wang Anfeng bowed slightly, said yes, and stepped lightly from the side, the internal force outlined the left and right voids, and did not show any abnormalities, the whole person had risen into the air, and in just a moment, he had already swept out of the void of more than ten zhang, his clothes flew up, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was brushed from his waist, and a silver light flashed.

At this moment, the figure was still falling, and the right foot lightly clicked on the shooting weapon, and the internal force communicated with it, and then turned around, colliding with its own internal force, and the body had risen into the air again, swept forward, and so on, and in the blink of an eye, it had jumped thousands of meters away.

At this time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the silver light was sprinkled between the mountains and rivers, and a figure fluttered by. Although it can't take off like a third-grade martial artist, the speed is not slow at all.

The scribe put down the scroll in his hand, watched Wang Anfeng fly across with a silver needle, bowed his head slightly, and said very stingily:

"It's kind of ......"

There was a sudden noise in the distant sky, Mr. Win's face was cold, he snorted coldly, and withdrew his gaze, only to immerse himself in the content of the book, almost at the moment when he retracted his gaze, from above the heavenly dome, a fierce wind suddenly rose, from the top of the nine heavens, the pole swirled and fell.

"Whoa, whoa...... Hahahaha, refreshing! Readily! ”

The sound of uninhibited laughter sounded, and a figure rose and changed positions wantonly in this wind, and suddenly fell sharply, and when it was about to smash on the bluestone of this lonely peak, it suddenly came to a standstill, and stopped at great speed, and the huge contrast made people feel sick in their hearts, but the person seemed natural.

Shaking off his messy hair, Hong Luoyu laughed and said:

"Refreshing! It's so refreshing! ”

Mr. Win glanced at him and snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain.

Hong Luoyu didn't care, looked around left and right, and said:

"The surname wins, what about the little madman? Hahaha, I found a wonderful place today. ”

"Today happens to be the top of Mount Hua, there are good clouds, if you step on the clouds from above it, take off to test the sword, it's really a thief!"

The scribe didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to read, but he couldn't stand the latter's mouth and kept screaming, so he finally closed the scroll and said coldly:

"Today's mid-month."

Hong Luoyu was slightly stunned, and then said with some annoyance:

"This day......"

"Then there's no way, forget it, I'll go find the old medicine jar and beg for some food......"

"Let's go!"

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Daqin North.

The Koral Savannah.

Winter sunset snow.

The vast and infinite grassland is covered with heavy snow, the bright moon is above, the snow reflects the moonlight, and the ground is bright in all directions, in such a winter, all kinds of animals have dormant their tracks, but the wolves will not be affected in the slightest, still like a dagger scimitar, swaying in the vast snowfield under the bright moon.

Their eyes fell on the herdsmen's barns, on the cattle and sheep.

In a tribe.

The herdsmen who were looking at the distance from the tower suddenly opened their mouths and shouted:

"It's back! It's back! ”

The sound echoed in the tribe, and in the tents, a circle of people came out, and everyone's eyes were shining, as if the name of the call had some special meaning, and the herdsmen in the high places could see farther.

From afar, there seemed to be a snowy mist rising from the vast snowfield, diffusing under the moonlight.

Then there was a crisp sound of bells breaking through the fog.

In the midst of this snow and mist, a team of more than a dozen horses galloped by.

On this team sat sturdy and mighty young men, with upright and calm faces, like forged bronze, with a scimitar straddling their waists, and riding white horses under their crotch, the white horse's mane was braided, hanging on one side, and a brass bell hung from it.

There was a bright red silk cloth hanging under the bell, dancing with the crisp brass bells and the undulations of the horses, red and bright like flames, and the horse team swept over the snow like the wind, rushing into the tribe, and a wolf corpse was thrown on the frozen ground, its fangs slightly exposed, causing bursts of cheers.

With a long neigh, the knights spun around the tribe, reined in their horses, and stood on either side.

The cheers of the herdsmen also fell, and they looked out into the vast night one by one, and their expressions seemed to be excited and expectant.

The long chirp of the eagle falcon piercing the golden cracked stone suddenly sounded.

A flame of fire leaped up in the snowy night, and then galloped towards this direction, and in the blink of an eye it was already close, and the flames could be seen, it was a red horse, and with a long neigh, it galloped into the tribe.

A tall young man sat on the horse, with a tough face, and threw his arms up, and a silver wolf three or four meters long was thrown to the ground, already out of breath, and still had a murderous aura diffuse, making the breathing sound of the people around him stagnate slightly.

In the distance, there was a desolate and sad wolf howl, which gradually faded away.

Obviously, the young man riding the red horse was for the sake of the other tribesmen, and only after everyone came in did he rush out surrounded by wolves.

In the sky, the eagle fluttered its wings and fell.

The young man rolled over and fell to the ground, with a white jade sign hanging from his waist and a scimitar with a sheepskin scabbard, and his body was burly, and he greeted the herdsmen around him with a smile, but he was quite kind.

A little girl next to her with slightly red cheeks like apples whispered:

"Did you kill the Wolf King...... It's amazing......"

Someone next to him laughed and replied:

"Of course, Qi Bi He Li is the eagle of the immortal sky, the bravest warrior on the grassland."

"It's just a white wolf."

"yes, I heard...... The patriarch has always wanted Lord Khambi to stay in our tribe and serve him. ”

"But how can the eagle surrender so easily?"

…………………………………………

He Li gave the white wolf to the patriarch here, ate the meat, and then ignored the latter's repeated instructions, willing to marry his little daughter to him, and returned to his own house.

The eagle was hovering outside the tent.

After kneeling on the ground, with a pious expression, after praying in the language of his hometown, he put the jade plaque on his waist in front of him, kowtowed respectfully, and when he raised his head, he was no longer a tent on the grassland, but a towering mountain.

A man in a dark gold mask stood in front with his hands in his hands.

The arrogant eagle on the grassland bowed down respectfully and said:

"Subordinate, I've seen the hall master."

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A thick palm slammed on the table, and the table, which was not very stable, shook off some dust, and the tall man exclaimed in a rough voice:

"No, that stranger must go!"

The gray-haired village chief pursed his lips and said:

"But after all, he taught the children to learn to write, although we are digging in the mud, we can't take revenge...... This, this kind of thing ......"

There were a dozen or so people sitting around here, all of whom were very talkative people in the village.

One of them, a middle-aged man dressed in a scribe's robe, stroked his beard, shook his head, and said:

"That's wrong."

"This man has nothing to do with us, so why is he teaching children to read? Who knows if he has any bad water in his stomach, besides, if you want to read and write, I can also teach it. ”

"Or does the elder brother look down on my brother's knowledge?"

"I also studied in the city school and took the exam."

"How could it be worse than that man?"

The village chief pursed his lips, and said in his heart that you will collect a lot of money alone, so naturally I will not go to you to learn words.

At this moment, the goddess in the village intersected and babbled:

"Yes, village chief, I said you couldn't let this stranger in, okay now?"

"The snow inside today, as well as the smashed wall, are all warnings from the gods."

"The pig's head and five animals must be prepared, and the village must also be changed into a place to worship the immortals, so that the immortals can eliminate their anger......

"What is my mother-in-law talking nonsense, this place should clearly belong to my brother......"

"Didn't your brother die of plague a few years ago?"

"So it's supposed to be mine......"

Outside the door, a little boy of thirteen or fourteen years old could hear that the adults inside were belittleing the gentle-speaking gentleman for their own reasons, and that the gentleman was still there, and he had already begun to fight for his belongings, and his teeth could not help but bite his lower lip, and his fingers were picked at the wooden door.

The candle flame cast the shadows of those many people on the paper window.

The flames swayed, and so did these figures, not humanoid, like the demons and monsters in the story.

The boy secretly gritted his teeth, and was about to run out overnight to tell his husband, but after taking two steps, he bumped into a fat belly, and was caught off guard, and fell backwards, slammed open the wooden door, and sat down in the room, gasping and rubbing his head.

Suddenly noticed the strange atmosphere in this room, his movements froze, slowly put down his hand, turned his head to look, under the shaking of the candle flame, a familiar face looked at himself quietly, I don't know if it was a problem of angle and candlelight, he only felt that his expression was weird, like a demon, and his face couldn't help but be white.

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Day 2.

Sunrise.

The people led by the rich family and the goddess in the village were violent, carrying a pitchfork and sickle, and walked towards the wooden house at the entrance of the village, and they were fully prepared in their hearts, and as for the disgusted looks of the villagers on the roadside, they just didn't see it, and even worse, they laughed twice in their hearts, and they were poor and sour.

When he reached the front of the house, a burly man slapped his hand on the door and shouted:

"Wang Shusheng? Come out! ”

"I have good things for you."

After filming for a long time, no one agreed, the man was slightly annoyed in his heart, hey, raised his foot and kicked, this door is just an ordinary thing, where can it block a kick, Kerala fell inside, walked inside, looked around, it was empty, couldn't help laughing, and pointed to the house, to the people behind him:

"It's good that the stranger knows."

"Otherwise, sooner or later he will know how good I am!"

Everyone bowed their heads, and each muttered to the reason for the man's departure, and as he spoke, he turned over the things in the room at will, and the goddess suddenly saw a scroll, which seemed to be quite valuable, and wanted to pick it up secretly, but was seen by others, and in the middle of the quarrel, she fell to the ground for a while, and opened it directly.

Outside the house.

The little boy who had been found last night rubbed his blue forehead as he watched the adults enter the gentleman's house, and kicked the stones on the ground with hatred.

"Damn ......"

"This bunch of shameless people...... Sir's door is locked, is Mr. really gone......"

Thinking of the occasional revelation of his departure in his words in the past few days, his heart suddenly became sad.

The gentleman is still gone.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of roaring inside, the boy only felt that his body was stiff, and the hairs on his back exploded, and in the next moment, the people who had just rushed into the door fled out in embarrassment, and one by one the ghosts cried wolf, hating that his father and mother had two legs missing, and even a few shoes ran away.

The two most arrogant were pale, with water stains hidden on their trousers, stumbling and rolling, trembling and crying loudly as they ran, causing the villagers to point fingers.

The boy looked at the appearance of these people, and was slightly stunned at first, and then felt a burst of joy in his heart, and couldn't help laughing. The laughter was getting louder and louder, and the iron gun in the courtyard was still stuck upside down on the ground, Weng Mingming did not stop, and the lock on the door fell to the side.

Thinking of the calculations he had heard last night from these famous people in the village, he only felt ridiculous, and suddenly remembered the poems left by the Qinglian swordsman a hundred years ago in the story that Mr. had told in the past, and said in a low voice:

Pingsheng Weishui Qu, who knows this old man

However, today's people are sent to Feihong with their eyes.

With a suffocation in his heart, he ran out wildly until his chest ached, and then he clasped his hands around his mouth and shouted loudly:

"Sir, be careful all the way......"

Wang Anfeng walked slowly.

With Jiang Shouyi's guqin on his back, he looked at the vast expanse in the distance, let out a breath of white air, and said leisurely:

"Jianghu ......"

PS: The second update is offered......

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