Mr. Win has always been cold and arrogant, and there are few times when he is so solemn.

Wang Anfeng didn't dare to slack off, and after closing all the doors and windows, he walked into the inner room in a few steps.

The bed in this private room was a large carved wooden bed, placed in the innermost part, with two thick curtains hanging from the top, and it was impossible to see what the people inside were doing from the outside.

This arrangement was originally prepared for romantic affairs, but at this time, it was convenient for Wang Anfeng, who raised his hand to hang down the two layers of curtains to cover them tightly, and no longer had to worry about being detected from the outside.

Then he took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, calmed down, raised his hand to reveal the string of Buddhist beads on the wrist of his right hand, paused, and said in a low voice:

"I want to go back to Shaolin Temple......"

The familiar feeling swallowed Wang Anfeng again.

The world, which was somewhat dim because of the curtain in front of him, gradually began to fall apart, and the beds, curtains, and embroidery all lost their original concepts and became blurred, as if they had fallen into the feeling before the heaven and earth were divided, and the four sides of heaven and earth were chaotic.

The next moment, it seems to be a reappearance of the moment when the sun breaks.

Light pierced through these vague and dim parts, pouring in.

Wang Anfeng instinctively closed his eyes.

The gentle wind blew his black hair up, brushing his face, a little itchy, if it was a spring day, he could still smell the fragrance of grass buds after the spring rain fell.

The boy opened his eyes.

Seeing the green peaks rushing into the sky, there are white clouds coming and going.

In front of you is already the landscape of Shaolin Temple.

"Yo, little madman, you're finally here......"

Before Wang Anfeng could find Mr. Win, there was already a familiar sound of joy in his ears, accompanied by the high-spirited neighing sound of horses, a red shadow streamer swept over a distance of dozens of zhang like fire, and stopped steadily in front of Wang Anfeng, the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, making a muffled sound.

There was a pouring of fire, which stretched and meandered from the air.

Slowly dispersed.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened.

In front of him, it was the red thin horse that was chosen under the strong request of Hong Luoyu when Zitanfu left, and the horse was only a little thinner than those tall horses at that time.

But the thin horse in front of him can already be called skinny, but it does not look thin, but there are many visions, different from ordinary horses, Wang Anfeng almost subconsciously appeared in his mind a poem.

Tianma came out of the moon branch cave, and the back is the wing bone of the tiger dragon.

And his appearance became more and more arrogant, and when he saw his former master, he only glanced at Wang Anfeng with his eyes, and exhaled a breath of white air through his nose, which was full of disdain.

The corners of Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly.

Stinky Horse ......

Hong Luoyu is on top of this red thin horse, full of smiles, quite relaxed, looking at that appearance, there should not be any major events in the Shaolin Temple, which made Wang Anfeng's mood slightly relieved, raised his hand and saluted, and said:

"Three Masters......"

"Mmmm, don't talk about it, come here, I have something fun to show you today......"

Hong Luoyu nodded casually and said with a grin.

The thin horse under the crotch turned around and jumped out to the side, Wang Anfeng looked left and right, and found that at this time he was not at the top of the lonely peak that often appeared in the past, but in the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple.

Among Wang Anfeng's masters, Mr. Win is unmatched in terms of the ability to kill, and Wu Changqing is the most capable of living people.

And Hongluoyu, all kinds of martial arts on the rivers and lakes know a little, and they know a little bit about all kinds of methods, but if they are compared with the rest of the masters, they can be regarded as nothing ordinary, even compared with those first-class masters with extraordinary talents, they may fall into disadvantage.

Just mentioning swordsmanship, even under Honghui.

But only light body kung fu has been practiced to the point of being close to the Tao.

When Wang Anfeng was talking about Mr. Lin with Xue Qinshuang in the emperor's eldest grandson Beppu before, he once talked about the five people who suppressed the world in the previous generation, and the strongest of them drew a line outside his residence.

There is the sun and moon in the pot in the door, and there is a lot of money in the sleeve.

Confucianism has the end of the world, the world every inch of the world.

Even if it is a master master from the outside world, he has crossed the mountain outside the mountain, and when he comes there, he has already seen the raunchy old man, but he can't cross the last line after all.

That line is the three thousand worlds, and that is the various states of all living beings.

How can one person step on 3,000?

This statement was heard by Xue Qinshuang's grandmother, and her heart shook very much.

But when Mr. Win was appraising the world's masters, he also said casually that he would not be an opponent if he fought against him, but with Hongluoyu's light skills, he at least had the opportunity to step on that line and have a glass of wine with the world's No. 1.

If you're in a good mood, you'll blow for a while, and then come out with something at the end.

What he is obedient to, the world's number one master may not be able to detect.

And Wang Anfeng's light skills, all the true inheritance of Hongluoyu, in fact, has been able to rely on the void, at this time although the thin horse has been reborn, but he does not feel the slightest difficulty, followed all the way to gallop, ran for a long time, and stopped on a relatively flat ground.

The back mountain of Shaolin Temple, Wang Anfeng walked through hundreds of times when he first practiced, and he was already ripe for no longer ripe, but in his impression, the mountain behind Shaolin Temple was steep, and it would never be possible to have such a large piece of flat land, as well as a large area of green bamboo, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Feng'er, here?"

"Come here, come here, come here......"

Wu Changqing raised his eyes and saw Wang Anfeng, and beckoned to Wang Anfeng with a smile.

The young man nodded, strode over, first saluted Mr. Ying and the two masters, and then stood behind the four of them, looking curiously at the large bamboo forest that suddenly appeared in the Shaolin Temple.

"Almost, almost."

"That should be fine."

Someone chuckled in the bamboo forest.

Wang Anfeng was curious, raised his eyes to look, only to see that in the bamboo forest, there was a blue shadow, and he slowly stepped out of a person, wearing a gray and white robe, with soft eyebrows like a woman, and a tear mole at the corner of his eye, smiling at himself.

Wang Anfeng didn't dare to slack off, and hugged his fists and returned the salute.

The man seemed to be quite satisfied, glanced at Wang Anfeng, retracted his gaze, and said softly:

"Is that him?"

Mr. Win frowned and said:

"Haven't you seen it before?"

"Why ask?"

The Taoist priest chuckled, as if he had never heard the coldness in Mr. Win's tone, and looked Wang Anfeng up and down again, and said with a smile:

"If you have seen it, you will naturally have seen it."

"I just didn't expect it to be such a qualified person."

"You're willing to do it."

"The dignified winner also has such a generous day, Xiaodao is somewhat flattered......"

He said this calmly and gently, and Mr. Win said with a cold face:

"The Daomen pays attention to the fate method, no matter what, this swordsmanship, you must pass on him."

He was pointing out that the awakening of the preacher was because of Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng was stunned.

The Taoist priest stroked his palm and said with a narrow smile:

"I didn't say no."

"It's just one swordsmanship, and I can let the leader wait for me outside, even if the ten and eight swordsmanship are about to be transmitted, why should the leader be so nervous?"

"Isn't it, my face, let you ...... Feeling a little weak-hearted? ”

With a smile on his lips, he looked at Mr. Win gently.

The corner of the green-shirted scribe's mouth was slightly raised, but he did not form a sneer as before, he just snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and said:

"It's ridiculous."

Hongluoyu didn't have any taboos, patted the horse and walked next to the white-haired Taoist, and said with a smile:

"Yo roar, ancient Daoist, it's been a long time."

The Taoist priest withdrew his gaze, smiled and said:

"If you don't come to my True Martial Pavilion to steal things, naturally you won't be able to see you."

"Count the time, and I've seen it for some time."

Hong Luoyu's face froze, he laughed dryly, and opened the topic:

"By the way, I don't know yet, what happened to your sister Gu Daoren?"

"Walking the rivers and lakes, I have never had the opportunity to see it."

The ancient Taoist shook his head and sighed leisurely:

"It's not good, it's not good......"

"Because of a certain coward, my sister waited in the Hongguang Pavilion for seven days, and after returning to the mountain, she complained of illness, and I have never seen her ......"

Hearing this, Hongluoyu had an extremely exaggerated look of regret on his face, shook his head, and sighed:

"That's a coward......"

"Tut-tut, I don't know if I bring it or not."

"Alas, Brother Hong's high opinion is just a little vulgar."

"Haha, man, if it's not vulgar, can it be called a man?"

Yuan Ci raised his eyes and glanced at Hongluoyu, then at the expressionless green-shirted scribe, pulled Wang Anfeng and quietly moved back half a step, thought about it, and moved a big step back.

With his hands folded, he stood in front of his chest and silently recited the Buddha's name in his heart.

Amitabha......

At this moment, the ancient Taoist stopped talking, raised his eyes to look at the expressionless Mr. Win, and said with a smile:

"By the way, Mr. Win, as the leader of the Dragon Dao, can you know the identity of this person?"

"If my sister is sick, I am a blood relative of my younger brother, but I have to 'repay' one or two things."

Hong Luoyu's cheerful voice came to an abrupt end.

His face stiffened a little, he looked at the Taoist priest, and then stiffened and turned his head to look at Mr. Win.

His eyes widened slowly.

Wait, just tease around.

Is this going to pull out the tiger's whiskers directly? My little girl......

It turns out that this Taoist priest is so tigerish?

The green-shirted scribe raised his eyes indifferently, and looked at the Taoist priest with a gentle smile, until Hongluoyu's heart was a little trembling, the scribe suddenly laughed lightly, the oppressive aura disappeared without a trace, his right hand flicked his sleeve, behind him, and wrote lightly:

"This seat was reprimanded by you and others as an evil demon outsider, and Wudang is respected as the leader of the righteous path, and Sister Zun is the palace master of Zixiao Palace, and her name is spread all over the world."

"The Tao is different, and it is not the same as each other."

"Something related to the palace master of Zixiao Palace, how does this seat know?"

The smile on the ancient Daoren's face was slightly retracted, and he looked at Mr. Win fixedly, and suddenly smiled:

"I see......"

"Since the leader doesn't recognize it, then the matter will be revealed."

"Little brother, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

His gaze fell on Wang Anfeng, and his smile and tone became gentle as jade.

Wang Anfeng was stunned, he still didn't understand the situation.

Hong Luoyu was already shouting on the side:

"Yes, yes, it's him."

"Gu Daoren, this kid will be your master in the future, hahaha, let me tell you, this kid has a lot of respect for his master, and he can clean up as much as he wants."

His face, his heart was full of joy.

From this day on, he himself is not at the bottom of the line.

Under the third master, there is another fourth master.

Although this is just a trivial matter, Hong Luoyu feels very cheerful, almost a pair of eyes are about to emit light, and his mouth is constantly talking about various benefits.

He almost wanted Wang Anfeng to apprentice on the spot.

The eyes of the ancient Daoist fell on Wang Anfeng's body, and said with a smile:

"As the leader said, the matter between you and me is just the law of cause and effect, and it is a little inappropriate to call each other a master and apprentice."

The voice was slight, and the Taoist's gaze shifted, falling on Hong Luoyu's face and turning, before he said slowly:

"In the future, you can call me the Taoist."

The bright smile on Hong Luoyu's face froze for a moment.

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