The snow began to fall.

At first it was not very large, but it did not stop, the sky was vast, like the ashes of a furnace after it had been burned out, silently descending from the thick and oppressive black clouds, there was no moon in the sky, the clouds were pressed very low, and the snow fell through the cold pine forest and fell to the ground.

Looking around, it is already vast.

Hong Feibai's breathing became more and more rapid, and the sword had long been lost to where he had thrown it, his right hand covered his abdomen, where there was a big opening, and blood kept flowing out of his fingers.

This was the first snow in Dayuan after three years of winter, but I had never thought it would be so violent and cold.

The cold invaded his body from the wound, constantly taking away the temperature of his body.

The internal force has long been exhausted.

At this time, what supported him was only the anger and the will to survive in his heart, although he made a plan and temporarily threw off the pursuers, but after all, those people were from one of the three factions, and the light merit was so high that he could not imagine, who knew when he would catch up.

Hongfei Baifu let out another breath of white air, in his sight, he saw some lights, and vaguely saw that it was a small village, there were about thousands of households, and there were some lights in the shadows, peaceful and peaceful, and the sound of chickens and dogs barking could be heard, which was a good place to hide.

The young man gritted his teeth, but instead of rushing towards the village, he staggered and turned and ran in the other direction, and after a few steps, he turned back and let go of his right hand, and shed blood on his own way.

The scenery is like snow and red plums.

But anyone who is not blind can judge his direction.

Those people are so cruel that if they thought I was in the village, they didn't know what they would do.

We must not let others be affected again......

Hong Feibai's eyes were slightly dizzy, he raised his hand to hold the trunk next to him, gasped heavily, and then staggered, running out in the direction of the bloodstains, leaving a bloody handprint on the trunk.

After only walking a few steps, his right foot tripped over a stone on the road, Hongfeibai's whole person jumped directly into the snow, his cheeks were buried in the snow, and the slightly cool feeling made his whole person relax a little, obviously the temperature around him was extremely cold, but he felt that his body was heating up.

The consciousness that was already strong gradually dissipated.

The snow grew heavier, and gradually covered the young man.

……………………………………………

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and moon are shining. The cold comes and the summer comes, and the autumn harvest is hidden in winter. ”

"Leap more than the age of adulthood, Lu Lu tunes the yang. The clouds cause rain, and the dew turns into frost. Jin Sheng Lishui, jade out of Kungang. ”

"The sword number is huge, and the pearl is called the luminous."

Hong Feibai's consciousness woke up in a burst of loud reading.

Slowly opened his eyes, after the dazed after the coma, the young man's expression changed slightly, and he got up suddenly, but at the same time he felt a trace of pain, his face was distorted, he took a few breaths, lowered his eyes to look, but saw that the wound on his abdomen had been treated, wrapped in a white cloth, and exuded a warm medicinal fragrance.

Slightly stunned, the young man guessed that he should have been saved.

As soon as the tense nerves were loosened, the power that gushed out of the body disappeared, and was replaced by the pain caused by the tearing wound.

Hongfei grinned, and lay back on the bed again, breathing a little rapidly, and after more than ten breaths, the pain disappeared, and his forehead was already full of cold sweat.

Only then did he have time to observe his surroundings.

It's a small house, but it's very clean, with a rather quaint xylophone hanging on the wall, and a rough clay pottery on the windowsill, but there is a red plum in it, and the xylophone is white and snowy, which makes this ordinary village house have two more indescribable quiet charms.

Through the wooden door, he could see seven or eight children sitting in the outhouse, their clothes were quite old, not as big as those in the city, but just ordinary village boys, and as far as he knew, these people had no chance to study.

But at this time, those children were meticulously reciting, reciting the thousand-word text word for word, all of them, without the slightest mistake, which is quite rare at this age of learning.

In front of these children, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old stood, glanced at the children around him, and said:

"Now transcribe the third paragraph."

"The ...... that the gentleman came back to check"

The children nodded, took out the rough hemp paper from the cloth bag made by their mother, sharpened the ink and picked up the pen one by one, and transcribed Fang Cai's thousand-character text on this hemp paper, although their faces were immature, but they were meticulous, which made Hongfeibai feel quiet in his heart.

After all, there are a few literate people in this world, and these children can recognize these words, so they can go to study, even if they don't read much, they can find some good jobs in the county, which is far better than now.

The young man sat on the bed, slowed his breathing, did not disturb the children, only silently accumulated internal strength, at this time there was someone behind him to chase and kill, if he stayed here, it would only bring trouble to his savior, so he only planned to recover some strength, and then leave this place.

Then I thought about it, and the kid had said about Mr.

Come to think of it, this gentleman is his savior.

Hongfei's white face showed a little respect.

Willing to stay in this bitter cold place, he is really a real Confucian master, but he can't see this gentleman's demeanor......

With a slight sigh, the young man gently pushed open the window, raised his hand on it, and with a trace of internal force that had just been generated, he rose up and landed outside the window, closing the window at the same time, not letting the cold wind leak in.

After falling to the ground, the young man staggered, only because the injuries on his body were far from recovering, his face was paler than the snow on the ground, and his breathing was slightly short, but this was also due to the fact that he had used the true skills passed on by his master.

Flying cranes soar into the clouds, this trick of kung fu, even if they are also martial artists, it is impossible for anyone to detect it, and in this remote village, it is impossible for anyone to detect it.

"You're not lightly injured, and you can't walk around casually......"

Hong Feibai's heart almost stagnated for a while, and he came back to his senses after a few breaths.

Slowly looking up, he found that he was not the hermit master he thought, but a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Standing long, wearing an ordinary cloth robe, the lines of his face are extremely soft, his black hair is only tied up at random with a wooden hairpin, his appearance is not very handsome, but he is extremely clean, his eyes are shining, and he is holding a bamboo basket in one hand.

It looks like he happened to come here after buying something, and he just paid too much attention to the movement, so as not to be noticed by the child inside, and the injuries on his body did not recover, so he never found the young man outside.

When Hong Feibai thought of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"No need......

The boy laughed:

"Let's come in first, the snow has stopped today, and it's cold outside."

"What's more, Shaoxia looks like now, I'm afraid I can't go far, it's better to eat something and leave, sharpen the knife and don't cut wood by mistake, why rush for a while?"

Yan Fu raised the frame in his hand again, and said with a smile:

"Speaking of which, today I went to the village chief to ask for some soybeans, if they are mixed with pork, simmer for two hours, simmer until the pork is ripe, and the soybeans are full of gravy."

"It's the most delicious thing to eat in winter, but it's ......"

Hongfei Bai's belly screamed out uncontrollably, the young man smiled, raised his hand to hold Hongfeibai's arm, and walked inside, Hongfei Bai's martial arts are not bad among the younger generation, but he only felt that his own strength and martial arts did not show a little bit, so he followed the young man towards the house like a puppet.

And he didn't notice the slightest sign of the influence of external control, but he was hungry and thirsty in his belly, and he couldn't help but follow this young man over, and he couldn't help but regret it in his heart, but he caught a glimpse of this young man's waist with a wooden sword, judging from this scabbard, it was obvious that it had been many years.

With a creak, the wooden door opened.

The children turned their heads in unison.

Hong Feibai's heart suddenly suddenly, and suddenly thought that he couldn't explain to these children how he got out, and for a while a little sweat oozed from his forehead, but he saw those children stand up, one by one, neatly and uniformly saluted the young man next to him, and said crisply:

"Sir."

Hongfeibai was slightly stunned, his eyes opened slightly, and he looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy next to him, although his mind had already reacted, it was difficult to associate it with the Confucian master he imagined for a while, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and said:

"You, you...... You're ......"

"First, sir?!"

The young man raised his hand and stroked the hair of a boy next to him, turned his head to look at him, and said:

"Mr. is just a child's play, I just teach them to recognize some words, I really don't deserve it."

"Young heroes only need to be called by their names."

"Under ......"

"Wang Anfeng."

PS: After thinking about it for a long time, I chose to skim through these two years of retreat and penance.

Because of this kind of thing, a lot has been written in the previous one, as for what he has done in the past two years, the changes in the rivers and lakes will be shown to you in the future plot, a new volume, I hope you will support it a lot.

Thanks to Zhang Mantis Xiaoqiang for the reward, the book friend Loa's reward, the unnamed reward, Light and Darkness 05.16 million reward, thank you.