The palm of the hand held on the hilt of the sword loosened and gripped, clenched and loose.

In the end, Zheng pulled out the sword and put it in front of him, Wang Anfeng sat on the bed, took out the pure white cotton cloth from his arms, and took out the sword ointment, his expression was calm, his movements were slow, and he was meticulous.

But in the eyes of everyone in Shaolin Temple, they seemed to be angry, and began to maintain this iron sword that had not yet drunk blood.

He had to hold his breath.

If he hadn't known, at this time, it would have been too late to kill the people of the White Tiger Hall, and he would have wanted to go around the fifth floor of the restaurant in the dark now.

But this kind of behavior, at this time, I am afraid that it only has the effect of scaring the snake, whether it is the White Tiger Hall or anyone else, it is not a fool to be able to break through the rivers and lakes, since it is already so blatant.

The real masters are not here.

In this situation, everyone has a secret, everyone has a plan, that is, 'redeem', whoever can't help it first is considered to lose, whoever moves first, who will expose his shadows, the more he moves, the more he is exposed, he is not a hostile opponent of Tianjianmen, but he is not a group with Tianjianmen, he is a chess player.

But then he thought that he and Hongfeibai were about to come in recklessly, and the only son had already been exposed, and he was depressed again.

Two more days later, the atmosphere in the city was still peaceful, but those whose hair was beginning to turn gray began to notice that something was not quite right.

For the past two days, even the dogs on the road have not barked loudly.

The Great Qin Iron Guards on the streets went from one hour to two hours an hour.

By now, it's been an hour and four waves.

A battalion of five hundred men, clothed in strong and stubborn clothes, scattered into twenty teams, scurried incessantly through the streets of the city.

In the largest and most extravagant restaurant in the city, the Jianghu guests are drinking more and more fiercely, as if they want to get drunk to death in the wine tank, but a few people in the upper room on the fifth floor, from the occasional drink or two a few days ago, to the current drink, and the people below are more and more different.

Wang Anfeng went out for a walk with a sword every day as usual.

Every day, I ask for a pot of tea at the tea stall in front of the restaurant, and then look at the Jianghu guests on the first floor opposite.

Every time he came over, the martial artists of the sect on the first floor wanted to drown themselves in the wine vat, preferably to the point of delirium.

They all know that the people outside who carry iron swords and long harps on their backs every day can't make enemies with themselves and others, so they almost have to scare their hearts out of problems every day.

But every day when he came, he still had to smile at them.

Then after drinking tea, and then on the table to put their own unique secret weapon in a row, the restaurant looks, a piece of yellow, orange and orange, according to the people who crossed the knife door, they also looked at the yellow light in front of them at that time, and then it was black in front of them, and when they woke up, they almost became ice lumps.

It's almost a naked threat.

Wang Anfeng is very regretful.

If you make a rash move, it is very likely that it will affect the plan of the Heavenly Sword Sect itself, and it will be self-defeating, if you ask directly, your identity is not enough to win the trust of Honghui.

The latter is a thin and cool person who regards the inheritance of the sect as more important than blood relatives, and this kind of thing will not be told to him.

He hoped that the masters of the Tiger Sword Sect, the Sword Gate, or simply the White Tiger Hall would see him as an eyesore, and come to talk to him one day, so he would wipe the iron sword with a white cloth every day, but for several days, no one came to him at all, and the iron sword was getting better and better, silver and silver.

Wang Anfeng thought about it, and he could almost sell it for a tael of silver.

Today he got up to see that there was still no movement in the courtyard outside, and brought the iron sword that looked much better, and came to the tea stall according to his habit, but when he came, there were already two more customers on the tea stall where there were no people.

One large and one small, sat in a row, all wearing a style of robes.

The old man who sold tea sat in the distance.

Looking at how the young one liked it, how distressed he was, and how he turned his eyes to look at the other young man with a meatloaf in one hand and tea soup in the other, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and he had an urge to take off his shoes and pull them over his mouth.

I simply closed my eyes, and came out of sight and out of mind.

There was also a gray donkey standing next to the tea stall, with three or five burdens hanging on the donkey's back, and a simple long sword with a rope hanging from the sheath, bearing the weight that an old animal should not bear, but as if he had long been used to it, he stood firmly, glanced at Wang Anfeng, and closed his eyes again.

The little Taoist priest with his back to him can see a side face, this young man Wang Anfeng is very familiar, he only met a few days ago, he was born like a dragon and a phoenix, and he is unforgettable, at least he can't forget it in just a few days.

As for the older Taoist priest, he was even more familiar.

More than two years ago, when he was still in the Fufeng Academy, he had already known this Taoist priest who was almost lazy to the bones.

A few days ago, near Xidingzhou, he turned into a crazy swordsman, a thin horse with an ink knife, and when he walked on one side, he also saw this lazy Taoist priest.

I never thought I would meet again here.

The young Taoist priest was looking for someone here the day before yesterday, so it turned out that he was looking for him?

Thinking of the time when I met in the Fufeng School Palace in the past, the young Taoist priest in front of me did not leave the little junior brother in three sentences, and I thought that this was the person.

A smile appeared in Wang Anfeng's eyes.

He stood quietly three steps behind Mu Shanxue, the fourteen or fifteen-year-old young Taoist priest in front of him wrinkled his eyebrows as faint as a distant mountain, looked at the handsome Taoist who was eating meatloaf, thought about it, and had the heart to blame when he came, but now he just sighed and said:

"Eat slowly, like a demon reincarnated."

"How many days have you not eaten properly?"

Mu Shanxue thought about it, was vague, and said:

"Forget."

"Since I came down the mountain, I haven't been able to eat properly."

"The things outside are not delicious at all, far inferior to the craftsmanship of the little junior brother."

With that, he had already finished nibbling on the third meatloaf offered by the owner of the tea stall, and then took the fourth one.

The little Taoist priest seemed to be very fond of this, his eyebrows were bent, and his face became more and more delicate. Even the tone of questioning softened a lot, and after thinking about it, he said:

"Then I'll follow you for the rest of the day, or I'm really worried that next time you'll be starved straight into a beggar on the streets."

Mu Shanxue waved his hand and said:

"That's not going to happen."

"Senior brother, I have also met many friends in the rivers and lakes over the years."

"You can eat and drink spicy food everywhere, but my brother has always been low-key, unwilling to trouble so many friends, and indifferent by nature, so it has come to such a point."

The little Taoist priest obviously didn't believe it, sighed, put his chin in his hands, and said worriedly:

"Senior brother, you're here again."

"You can't even recognize all the villagers under our mountain, how can you make friends in the rivers and lakes?"

"According to the law enforcement master, if you were in the past, you were born to cultivate the Tao, and if you drill into the mountains and forests, as long as you don't die of hunger, you won't have the idea of drilling out, and your mind is naturally calm, which is the heart of practicing our Daomen's 'turtle breath' and 'breathing' method."

Mu Shanxue was a little weak-hearted and said:

"Don't listen to Uncle Shi's nonsense."

"Friends, I still have them, such as ......"

"Yes, for example, the famous Fufeng library keeper a few days ago used to know my senior brother and me."

"If I go to Fufeng City, I will definitely be entertained with delicious food and drink."

Qingjun Taoist priest's eyebrows and eyes are flying, but his cheeks are bulging, which affects his image.

The little Taoist priest glanced at Mu Shanxue with slanted eyes, his face was full of disbelief, and he was worried in his heart, only feeling that the senior brother who was originally honest had traveled down the mountain for the past three years, and had become full of nonsense.

Wang Anfeng stood behind them, couldn't help laughing, and said:

"It turns out that the catechumen still remembers it."

"If I really go to the school palace, I will definitely cook a table of good dishes and entertain the two of them, although I can't compare to the chef of the restaurant, but I think I can still eat it."

His voice paused slightly, and he said with a little joke:

"It's just, Dao Chief, do you really want to drink chili oil?"

Mu Shanxue was slightly stunned, he was followed by someone at such a close distance, and he didn't have the slightest reaction, his body subconsciously tensed, and then eased down and swallowed the last bite of meatloaf.

Turning around, although two years have passed, Wang Anfeng's face has grown, but he still recognizes it, exhales a long breath, and smiles calmly:

"An Feng, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The little Taoist priest over there sighed, his eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng looked at Mu Shanxue, who was looking at him frantically, smiled at the little Taoist, and said:

"In Xia Wang Anfeng, I have known Brother Mu for a long time."

Mu Shanxue saw that Wang Anfeng understood what he meant, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and subconsciously wanted to sit lazily on the table, but she remembered that the little junior brother was still beside her, coughed lightly, and forcibly stopped her instinct.

The little Taoist priest had clear eyes, looking at Wang Anfeng, he didn't have any doubts, but he was a little happy, maybe in his eyes, there was no difference between Wang Anfeng and Li Anfeng.

The only thing that matters is the person in front of you, the brother's friend.

stood up, saluted Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Xiaodao Chonghe, I've seen Senior Brother Wang."

Impulsive thought and.

Wang Anfeng is familiar with the scriptures, and has also read some Taoist treasures, knowing this sentence, he was a little surprised in his heart, I don't know that the little boy in front of him has a road number, why Mu Shanxue never walks the rivers and lakes with a road number.

But I thought that this might be because the lazy Taoist priest felt that it was really troublesome to remember the Taoist number, and he laughed a little, and just wanted to return the gift, but he noticed a fierce anger.

The left hand subconsciously clenched the iron sword in his palm, and his thumb was slightly raised, and the blade of the sword was already an inch out of the sheath.

The door of the restaurant that was closed today was pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged man who was a little rich walked five feet behind Wang Anfeng.

glanced at the back of the young man, and said with a smile:

"This little brother, I don't know if you have time to gossip a little bit?"

PS: Today's second update is presented......