Take this jar of wine back into the Shaolin Temple.

This is for Libo, since more than two years ago, after he left Daliang Village, he has never seen Libo again, if it weren't for the occasional bird wearing some news back, he almost thought that something had happened to this old man who watched him grow up.

However, at this time, he already had the internal strength of the six grades, and his cultivation gradually deepened, and he became more and more aware of how unfathomable what he did back then.

In a few days, he created a set of Thunder Sect Masters for him.

This method, the more advanced the martial arts, the more unfathomable the abyss.

With the martial arts of Libo, the world is so big, where can you not go? There is no need for him to worry.

It's just that I really want to see him......

I don't know, is Libo still like when he was in Daliang Village, pouring bad wine all day long.

Wang Anfeng sat at the table and was stunned for a long time, before calming down the thoughts in his heart, his eyes swept to the side, raised his hand to hold the ink knife lying across the table, and flicked the blade with his fingers.

The knife sounded Qingyue.

Easily slashed out two knives, breaking through the air, the blade was snow-white, which seemed to make the temperature in this room drop a lot in an instant, Wang Anfeng was in front of him again, holding the knife in his right hand, and gently brushing the trembling blade with his left hand, and said in a low voice:

"It's a pity that you're a sword maniac, and I can't use you all the time."

"Excuse me, stay in the mountains for a while."

The ink knife seemed to be psychic, and it trembled.

Wang Anfeng's wrist flipped, the Buddha bead exuded a misty brilliance, and the weapon weighing thousands of catties disappeared in the young man's hand like an illusory bubble.

Not only this ink knife, but even the unruly but lazy red thin horse, was also put back into the Shaolin Temple by Wang Anfeng yesterday, after all, the knife maniac has done such a big thing now, and the fame is terrible these days, and the warriors of the Immortal Pavilion are going crazy, looking for the traces of the sword maniac with all the wind.

Although if they really see the knife madness, I'm afraid they will be more honest than the domestic dog.

But Wang Anfeng really didn't want to get into any more trouble.

Last night, Gongsun Jing came with the news that Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian had arrived in Fufeng County, and as he thought, they had successfully entered the School Palace, and Gongsun Jing also had a 'fateful' friendship with the Great Elder of the Immortal Pavilion.

He no longer needs to dress up as a knife maniac to attract the attention of the Immortal Pavilion.

And the dress of the knife maniac is too distinct, black, ink knife, red horse, indifferent, and unsmiling.

At the very least, for a long time, he couldn't ride that lean horse and wield that heavy knife anymore......

However, the Shaolin Temple has a vast area, and it is enough to make a fool of itself.

Wang Anfeng shook his head, and at this moment, his heart suddenly burst out, and he suddenly thought of the third master, the handsome thief with a full mouth, and the thin horse who liked to pretend the most, and a trace of extremely bad feelings rose in his heart inexplicably.

That stinky horse already has a bad temperament, if he messes with the third master all day long, what will it look like when he comes out next time......?!

No, probably not......

Wang Anfeng's face was faintly pale.

No matter how boring the third master is, it is impossible to teach such a thing as a horse row noodles...... Right?!

Subconsciously swallowed his saliva, Wang Anfeng raised his right hand, the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist lit up slightly, and said:

"Second Master?"

Almost instantly, the voice of a kind old man sounded in his ears, saying:

"What's wrong, Xiaofeng?"

"How could you contact Shaolin Temple at this time today? Isn't it like you're going to have something to eat? ”

The old man's voice was kind and smiling.

The flow of time in the Shaolin Temple was originally much slower than that of the Great Qinjiang Lake outside, but for some reason, Mr. Win had already adjusted the time, only when Wang Anfeng entered it to practice, it would be lengthened again, making the young man feel that the time of penance was like a year, and the land was extremely slow.

If you want to talk about the reason, Hong Luoyu once asked the scribe.

At that time, the latter's face was full of disgust and disdain, and he sneered:

"That kid is stupid enough, and if you slow down three times, you'd be stupid."

The thief almost subconsciously spoke, and replied, don't you just look at him if you're fine?

Then on the second day, Wu Changqing and Yuan Ci saw the thief who was the best in the world with the speed of light work, his face was pale, hanging in the air and retching, and the whole person was listless, like a dehydrated sea fish. Wu Changqing personally diagnosed that his breath was weak and his heartbeat was weak.

This symptom often appears in the juniors who are taken by the elders for the first time and can't stand the speed.

After that day, the time of Daqin and Shaolin was the same, so Wu Changqing could also judge Wang Anfeng's behavior by virtue of Shaolin's time, and guess whether the boy was hungry.

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said:

"No ......"

"I just want to ask, Second Master, Third Master, where is he now, where is ......"

Wu Changqing noticed that the young man's voice seemed to be a little hesitant, and he was slightly curious in his heart, looked left and right, and said:

"Falling feathers, ......"

"He's not on this mountain now."

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief, a slight smile appeared on his face, and said:

"Not anymore, that's fine."

Wu Changqing snorted, slightly puzzled, but thought of one more thing, and added:

"He took your horse out for a ride......"

In the inn, the young man's relaxed face stiffened for a moment.

………………………………………………

Shaolin Temple World Polar.

This world has been shattered once by Mr. Win's own hands, but after a long time, it has been assembled with Lingyun, which is not as vast as the original, and it can be regarded as complete.

The world here is gloomy, and as far as the eye can see, all of them are snowfield ice peaks, a lonely and cold scene.

The cold, dry snow was swept away by the north wind like a knife, and the wind and snow blew the black hair of Hongluoyu and the mane of the red horse.

The handsome thief raised his head, his face sad and determined, and said:

"As a horse with dreams, you should have walked through the coldest places in the world and the longest deserts."

"You should have stepped on everything in the world before you can rise above all mounts."

"If they dare to shake their majesty in front of you again, you don't have to go back to him, just raise your head, give it two nostrils, and ask it a ......."

"Are you worthy?"

"No, you don't deserve ......"

The red thin horse's eyes widened, as if he had been enlightened, his eyes shone brightly, and when he raised his head, two white gases erupted from his nostrils, and his front hooves smashed on the ice field, obviously extremely excited.

The mane trembled like a flame, and it was very conspicuous in the snowfield, attracting the beasts that appeared automatically in the rules.

Seven or eight white bears slowly approached.

Hong Luoyu retracted his gaze, sneered, and said solemnly:

"Now, the first step ......"

"Packed them up!"

The thin red horse neighed excitedly, and a raging flame burned through it.

In an extremely brutal way, he rushed towards those fierce beasts.

……………………………………………………

On the second floor of the inn, Wang Anfeng was lying on the bed, his face full of weakness.

It's too late.

That 'gifted' stinky horse has been targeted by the third master.

At the same time, downstairs on the lower floor, a little Taoist priest who was only fourteen or fifteen years old walked in.

Standing a bamboo hairpin, carrying a large bag and a small bag, there is actually half a person to the size, more and more lined with this little Taoist figure petite and powerful, a face is fair, eyebrows are as light as a distant mountain, eyes are like stars, when the light of the eyes is flowing, look forward to the brilliance.

Xiao Er came up, almost dazzled the little Taoist's face, and his heart beat wildly, but in the next moment, he found the Adam's apple in the Taoist's throat, and when he ate a worm, his face was ugly, and he smiled reluctantly:

"This Taoist chief, do you want housing or food?"

The little Taoist priest bowed and said:

"Disturb, Xiaodao doesn't eat or live, I just want to inquire about the news."

"I don't know if the second brother has seen this person these days?"

As he spoke, he took out a scroll from the right cuff and slowly opened it, drawing a handsome Taoist priest about twenty years old, with lazy eyebrows, often smiling, riding a gray donkey, which was also a rare handsome appearance in the past.

After thinking about it carefully, he shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, little Taoist, this Taoist is like this, if he has been here, the villain will not be impressed."

"But there's really no clue."

The little Taoist's eyes dimmed.

At this moment, Xiao Er actually felt a sense of heartache and self-blame in his heart, feeling as if he had done something hurtful, and he was ashamed of himself.

The little Taoist priest arched his hand towards Xiao Er, saluted meticulously, and said:

"Thank you, then."

Then he smiled at the little er, turned around and went out, carrying a bulging package, standing in a daze for a long time, and went back to the back hall like a walking corpse, before his eyes, it was the little Taoist priest's smile, and suddenly raised his hand and gave himself a loud slap, almost crying bitterly.

"Dad, mother, my son can't cut off our family's incense......"

Outside the inn, the little Taoist priest sighed, raised his hand and touched his Adam's apple, the corners of his mouth slightly provoked a smug arc, and then corrected his attitude, raised his head to look at the sky, sighed, and complained softly:

"Senior brother, you idiot, you are definitely too lazy to make a sect logo......"

"Hmm...... According to my brother's temperament, he can lie down and never move, and he likes to eat, so he will definitely not go to a remote place...... Have a good tea ......"

I thought about it, found a direction, and moved on.

The second floor of the inn.

The Buddha beads on Wang Anfeng's wrist suddenly lit up with a faint light, and the young man was slightly stunned, thinking that it was the masters, but he found that this streamer was a little dim, obviously not from the Shaolin Temple.

It's just that I don't know if it's Gongsun Jing or that alien boy.

Wang Anfeng was a little distracted.

Speaking of which, the boy who hadn't been in contact with that alien boy for some time was more or less a subordinate...... I don't know how I'm doing these days?

When he lost his mind, his left hand had already brushed over the Buddha beads.

The glimmer dissipated.

A middle-aged man's voice sounded in Wang Anfeng's ears, and he said respectfully to the young master, who seemed to be extremely hesitant, and only after a moment did he slowly speak.

Wang Anfeng's calm face instantly stiffened.

Gongsun Jing only said one sentence.

"Young master, talk about the girl...... Passed away. ”

PS; Today's first update is presented............

Then, Miss Tan faked her death seven days after the plot in Xidingzhou, which is about the time when Wang Anfeng completed this plot.

Thank you for the most auspicious reward of worry-free, thank you for the reward of Long Long, and thank you very much to the two of you (hug your fist ( ́•ω•'๑))