The scribe fell to the ground with a cold voice, Wang Anfeng's face was slightly stagnant, Yuan Ci frowned, Wu Changqing stroked his beard, and opened his mouth to persuade:

"Why should you be so stubborn, sir?"

"An Feng goes out, this is also an inevitable thing, you can't ......"

Mr. Win glanced at him contemptuously and sneered:

"When did I say I wouldn't let him out?"

The boy opened his mouth and asked:

"Did the gentleman allow me to go to the Academy Palace?"

"Not really."

Wu Changqing was a little headache by the scribe's answer on the side, interrupted with a wry smile, and said, "If you have any high opinions, sir, it is better to open up and talk about it......

Mr. Win stood with his hands in his hands and said:

"I allow him to go to the school palace, he should see the world and understand knowledge."

"But you are not allowed to visit the palace...... This world school palace is to preach in the world, and the speed of teaching disciples is measured by the posture of a middleman. ”

The voice paused slightly, then glanced at everyone, and then fell on Wang Anfeng's face again, and sneered:

"Feihong is like a bird, a lone wolf learns a dog, and a dragon is like an insect walking in filth."

"Do you want to mistake yourself?"

"Idiot!"

Wu Changqing thought for a moment when he heard this, bowed his head slightly, and said: "That Mr. Jiang probably wants An Feng to meet his elders and friends and alert himself, but he doesn't know that the existence of us is enough to avoid the teacher of puzzles, although the world is different, but the truth is the same after all......"

"But if you don't enter the palace, how can you learn the classics of this world? There's a lot of knowledge that we can't impart. ”

"Stealing a teacher is a big taboo no matter where you are."

Mr. Win shook his head and said:

"In this world, martial arts are dominant, and each faction values the mystery of martial arts, which is the secret of heaven and earth, and the ordinary classics, because of the trend of a hundred schools of thought, are placed in the school palace and let students borrow them."

Yuan Ci frowned and interrupted:

"But if Feng'er is not a student, how to borrow ......"

The corners of Mr. Win's mouth were hooked, and a cold arc appeared, and his eyes fell on Wang Anfeng, and he said:

"No, in addition to students, there is another kind of people who can go to see."

"Go to the school palace on an errand."

"Not for students, but for long-term workers."

"The library of the school palace is guarded."

The boy was slightly stunned.

The collection of books is an official position handed down from thousands of years ago, and later hundreds of schools established the school palace, and also used this number.

There are a total of nine real book collectors, suppressing the world's secret books, and their strength and knowledge are unfathomable.

And the book collection in the school palace is just a nickname for the long-term work of guarding the classics, because the secret books of martial arts are placed elsewhere, there are only the classics of each family, as well as some miscellaneous books of travelogues, although they are called elegant, they are not actually looked down upon.

Wang Anfeng did not have the slightest resistance to the identity of the book collector, if it was other Confucian teenagers, it might be difficult to accept, but the teenager was shocked at the beginning, after thinking about it, he felt that if he didn't have to walk around with each other every day like the students of the school palace, he was borrowing various classics all the time, it seemed to be quite good.

You can also earn some money.

Today in the Shaolin Temple practice as usual, after some hard practice, Wang Anfeng said goodbye to the masters, returned to Daliang Village, Mr. Win stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the direction of the young man's departure and frowned slightly, I don't know what he was thinking.

On the second day, Wang Anfeng was stopped by Mr. Win after practicing internal skills.

"Sir?"

The scribe was silent, and said:

"I have nothing to do today, and I have the heart to perform martial arts."

"Do you really want to be a spectator?"

The young man was stunned, not knowing whether to say yes or no, and finally nodded hesitantly, Mr. Win glanced at him, turned to leave, Wang Anfeng followed the scribe with a puzzled face, and followed him all the way to another martial arts arena on the mountain.

When he arrived at the martial arts arena, the scribe casually threw a green bamboo to him, I don't know where it came from, it was still stained with morning dew, and it was cold to the hand.

The young man was still puzzled, Mr. Win had already raised the green bamboo in his hand, and said coldly:

"Look at it."

The voice fell, Mr. Win's eyes converged, Wang Anfeng didn't see the movement clearly, a sharp cold light burst out, Qingzhu paused slightly, but there was a torrent like a substance rushed straight forward along the trajectory of Qingzhu, cutting the air in front of him into two parts, the air was pressed by a huge force, as if forming a viscous air wave, extremely silent to the two sides.

Birds are involved, snow falls without a trace, and everything is done in dead silence.

And on the green bamboo, the morning dew is still the same, and it has never fallen.

Rumble!

After a few breaths, the sound of a roar and a roar of the roar of the violent air flow came from the young man's ears, but the aftermath made his face hurt, and the scribe waved his sleeves, and the storm of riot stopped in a blink of an eye.

The young man's heart beat wildly under his chest, and it was not until a few breaths later that he calmed down, and murmured:

"It's ...... Swordsmanship? ”

Mr. Win's eyes showed a look of disgust, and he wanted to say something, but he only said:

"No ......"

It's homicide.

After silence again, he said:

"You see that I am very powerful, do you want to learn it very much? Want to ask me to teach you? ”

Wang Anfeng looked at the sea of qi waves and clouds that were still churning in the distance, exhaled lightly, nodded, and said:

“…… Be. ”

Mr. Win bowed his head with satisfaction and said:

"But I'm not going to teach you."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, but he heard the scribe's voice in a low voice, but it went straight to the bottom of his ear:

"But I practice martial arts here every day, this martial arts requires the three treasures of essence and spirit to be unified and condensed on the blade, and I need to pay attention to ......"

The young man was at a loss in his heart, and he didn't know why Mr. Win wanted to teach him martial arts so awkwardly.

Wu Changqing, who was on the lonely peak in the distance, took everything into his eyes and said with a smile:

"Mr. Win teaches martial arts, and it's always the same way......"

Yuan Ci stopped chanting, raised his eyes and said:

"He had said before that Feng'er would never teach him sword style if he didn't learn his many kung fu...... I don't know what I thought of yesterday, so I want to toss it like this. ”

"In this way, it is not him who teaches Feng'er's martial arts, but Feng'er who steals ......"

Wu Changqing smiled and said:

"Sir is really wonderful."

"You and I, I don't care about this, I'm afraid Feng'er has forgotten about it a long time ago...... Sir, too, is really awkward. ”

Yuan Ci shook his head and sighed, "He never cared about us. ”

"He just cares about himself, he is arrogant by nature, so proud that he doesn't even want to disobey a casual word."

"But it's casual and casual, and even wants to break its own rules."

"So he can travel thousands of miles for a word Zeno, and kill people in the snow and drink. can also be the enemy of the world's martial arts without caring and behead the family. ”

"Everyone called him evil and called him a demon, but he only cared about the wine in the cup a little more dry, and the halberd was in front, and he was only worried that the beauty in his arms trembled slightly, and asked with a smile, is it cold?"

Wu Changqing was stunned for a moment and sighed: "It's really weird......"

"The style is really outstanding."

Because of Mr. Win's 'guidance', just one move, although Wang Anfeng couldn't master it, it was a bit of a look, he said goodbye to the masters and returned to the present world, feeling a little comfortable in his heart, but suddenly he heard the roaring sound outside the door, and he was slightly stunned.

got up and pushed open the door, but saw that the bear really roared up, the hair stood up, brutal and hideous, but in front of him stood a little girl with pink carvings and clear eyes, not as tall as the bear, and the attendant was talking to people outside the door, and screamed miserably when he saw this, it was completely too late.

"Miss!!"