After Wang Anfeng said goodbye to Jiang Shouyi, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his exhaustion seemed to be seventy percent, and even the bruises on his fists were not so painful.

When I returned home, I just pushed open the door, and I saw a huge bluestone appear in my courtyard, on which sat a familiar figure, burly, dressed in shabby clothes, holding a wine jar in his left hand, white hair like a lion dancing, Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and said:

"Leave?"

He raised his eyes, and when his gaze fell on the chains on the young man's body, the anger that he had just suppressed rose from his chest, and after a pause, he spoke:

"This chain was added to you by your master?"

The voice was low, with a hint of thunderous rage.

Wang Anfeng's mental and physical strength were greatly depleted at this time, and he never noticed Libo's anger, so he only smiled:

"yes, it's still quite heavy."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved a fist, the chains rang, and the bruises on the fist blade were reflected in the eyes of the departing dao, and the old man's eyes became deeper and deeper, like black clouds pressing down on the city, layer upon layer, and the thunder had not yet occurred, but it was already depressed enough.

He also knew that this must be good for Wang Anfeng.

But seeing that this child who grew up watching him grow up was tired at this time, and was pressed out of the secret wounds, he had also practiced, and naturally knew how painful it was, and people would love their juniors more and more when they reached old age, and he recognized the hard work, but the current degree is not hard at all.

It's all self-harm.

He had only done this when he was sixteen years old, but the child in front of him was only thirteen years old.

At this time, the pain and anger in his chest almost overwhelmed the rationality in his mind, looking at Wang Anfeng, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a smile:

"Where is your master...... Liber wanted to talk to him. ”

In the way of a warrior, have a good exchange.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, he had also asked Yuan Ci before, and the latter replied that the Buddha beads on his wrist could only allow him to enter Shaolin alone, his face hesitated, and said:

"I can't help it...... I can only go alone. ”

"If there is one more person, you won't be able to go to Shaolin Temple."

The young man's words were a little clueless, but he understood the abandonment, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst down, but he raised his head and laughed:

"It turns out that he is still a master who can do everything in his sleeves and hold the world in his hands...... Hahaha, good! Libo is very happy! ”

"This jar of wine, help Libo give it to him!"

With a flick of his wrist, the wine jar was thrown directly at Wang Anfeng, the young man subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, his body was itchy for a while, and he was even more tired, but the faint pain was all gone, and Liqidao had turned around and strode away, and his back seemed to be a little angry.

The young man was puzzled, only looked at the wine jar in his hand, and sighed:

"Master, he'...... Don't drink...... To the master, it's too abrupt. ”

"Forget it, give it to Mr. Win."

Because of the huge amount of punishment in his heart, Wang Anfeng just had lunch and entered the Shaolin Temple, still on the lonely peak, or his master and Mr. Win, the former saw that Wang Anfeng was in a good state, and his heart was slightly relieved, while the middle-aged scribe's attention was on the chessboard, and he played a son at random, and said casually:

"Coming? When you come, you will go to practice......"

Wang Anfeng heard the words but never went down the mountain, but gently put the wine next to Mr. Win, who was slightly stunned, although they could know the outside situation, but they didn't care about ordinary things, so they didn't know about the abandonment, frowned:

"For me?"

Wang Anfeng nodded and said, "It was given to you by the younger generation of the uncle." ”

Putting down the things that left the uncle, Wang Anfeng turned around, picked up the iron bucket on the side, and walked down the mountain, hearing the sound of chains in the distance, Yuan Ci asked with a smile:

"Why don't you open it and take a look?"

Mr. Win sneered and said:

"This wine should have been given to you, and he knew that you didn't drink alcohol, and he didn't want to be obtrusive with you, so he gave it to me."

"How have I ever received something that no one else wants?"

With a wave of his sleeve robe, it struck the wine jar like a cloud, but the coarse porcelain wine jar never cracked, and a purple lightning flashed from the wine jar, smashing Mr. Win's right arm robe!

Thundered!

Purple lightning rises, in the blink of an eye, the wine jar sealing mud is all shattered, the clear wine flows on the thunder electric plasma, daunting, suddenly there is a dragon roar, the wine rises into a dragon, the wind is galloping, soaring to the sky, the clouds are whistling, accompanied by thunder and wind, even in this realm, it is also triggered a radius of ten miles of celestial phenomena, thick black clouds rolling in.

The dragon's head poked out of the clouds, opened its fangs, and roared at the top of the lonely peak, and purple lightning burst out, but there was still a peaceful scene near Wang Anfeng.

Mr. Win's eyes opened slightly, slowly lowered his head, looked at his broken sleeve robe, and said coldly:

“…… What a big temper, the thunder in the wine does not hurt the wine altar in the slightest, what a great ability! ”

As he spoke, he looked up at Yuan Ci and sneered:

"It seems that some people are questioning whether you are qualified to be this kid's master......"

Yuan Ci shook his head and chuckled:

There was no murderous aura in this thunder, but it was like an old man whining...... It should be the chains on Feng'er's body that caused the uncle to be unhappy, or rather...... With the weight you give, it's strange if you don't react at all. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Win sneered:

"Then you're going to just reveal it?"

Yuan Ci shook his head, slowly got up and said:

"No......

"His move also has the intention of taking a test, and the courtesy is still exchanged, and as Master Feng'er, of course, I can't lose the courtesy."

Standing on his chest with one hand, the gray-robed monk lowered his eyebrows, and in his peaceful voice, the Buddha and Dharma appeared behind him.

………………………………

When Wang Anfeng left today, he was handed over a string of Buddhist beads and a scroll of paintings, asking him to give them to the renunciation road, and the grim-faced Mr. Win also rarely said a few more words to him, and asked him to bring some books next time.

If it is not enough, then go to the county seat, the county seat, and among these cities, there should be a library to guard.

Seeing Wang Anfeng's body disappear from sight, Yuan Ci looked sideways at Mr. Win and said with a smile:

"I never thought that you would take the initiative to learn about the world of Feng'er."

The middle-aged scribe did not answer, only looked down at his right hand, at this time the sleeve robe had been restored, the palm was white and slender, but it was still trembling uncontrollably slightly, there was a hidden purple lightning thunder flashing under the skin, the five fingers were slowly clenched, and a strange brilliance appeared in the scribe's eyes, and he said slowly:

"Because this world seems to be very different from ours...... You and I are stuck here, and we can only understand this world through Wang Anfeng. ”

"I was going to let him retreat and do penance, it seems that in addition to penance, he should also let him walk around the neighborhood over the years, thinking that since it is the rivers and lakes, there will be no shortage of thieves and gangs, even if the world is peaceful, there are always some martial arts gangs......"

Whispering, the corners of the scribe's mouth faintly hooked up an arc, becoming more and more cold.