The old Taoist priest in the ancestral court of the Daomen was so high that he was scared to death, and he abandoned the Dao after drinking the inferior wine in the twenty-one altars of the village, and took Zhang Tingyun and Qin Xiao away.

The little girl wanted to stay a little longer, but it was already getting dark.

If he stays any longer, Zhang Weiran, the Zun of Jinxian County, is afraid that he will really have a headache.

Before leaving, Qin Xiao looked at the empty wine jars piled together.

Sniffing his nose, the smell of wine was pungent, and there was a turbid sour taste, Qin Xiao subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, feeling disgusted.

Although his father was born in Taoism and didn't drink much, his mother was born in the battle formation, sealed in Tianhe, and he always liked to drink, and there was a lot of wine in the family.

He could tell at a glance how bad the wine was.

Not to mention the pungent smell, it smells rancid.

Even the third-class servants of his family would not drink this thing, but the two old fellows drank only this bad wine for almost a day, and drank more than twenty jars, and they did not know what was delicious.

Two old poor ghosts.

Qin Xiao was slandered in his heart, but he thought of the immortal method of the old Taoist priest who brushed his sleeves to disperse the ten miles of wind and snow when he went up the mountain this morning, grinned, stopped his thoughts, and didn't dare to think about it again.

Just this delay, the old Taoist priest had already led Zhang Tingyun away, Qin Xiao saluted Wang Anfeng who was sent out of the door, turned around and walked quickly, catching up with the long and young in front, and shouted:

"Wait for me ......"

Wang Anfeng stood at the door.

watched the three people and one beast gradually move away.

Zhang Tingyun could vaguely be seen looking back frequently, looking at him quietly with a pair of eyes, Wang Anfeng laughed, raised his hand and waved, and said be careful on the road from afar, the little girl nodded, turned around again, and walked a few steps forward, but looked back at him, Wang Anfeng raised his hand and waved again.

But after turning around three or five courtyards, you can't see it.

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze.

Liqi Dao is still in the courtyard, sitting on the steps under the eaves, his right leg is bent, his left leg is on his right leg little by little, his expression is lazy and casual, if he shows it to the old pedant in the city, a comment for the old disrespect is indispensable, seeing Wang Anfeng turn back, his eyelids are slightly raised, and he said casually:

"There's something special about that little girl."

Wang Anfeng nodded.

He is now a six-rank martial artist, and he is not a small role that can be ignored at will in the entire rivers and lakes of Great Qin, if he is in the rivers and lakes of the county, his strength is not inferior to that of some sect elders, and when he fights, he must have the upper hand.

The eyes are not blind, so they can naturally know this.

Besides, in the Shaolin Temple, there is an ancient Taoist with white hair and white clothes and a gentle smile.

Abandon Dao nodded and didn't mention it again.

He just mentioned it casually, since Wang Anfeng knew, then he would not interfere with the latter's thoughts, raised his hand to support the ground, staggered to his feet, patted his clothes, carried the wine jug around his waist, and said casually:

"That girl and Taishang Lao Dao came back to save relatives, stay for a short time, not too short, about to leave after the fifteenth Lantern Festival."

"When I heard that Yun Yatou came back, she probably wanted to see her parents, but the old Taoist priest said that he was going to go to Liu'an, the state city, to see the empty Taoist who circled himself."

"I said I wanted to thank that person, I didn't rob Zhang Tingyun of such a good cultivation material three years ago, but I also gave Daomen a copy of the original Dao Collection, speaking of which, haven't you kid seen that empty Taoist person?"

"Come back this time, won't you pay a visit to one or two?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng thought of what he saw three years ago, the old man who seemed to not exist in the world, and his heart moved, but he still shook his head and sighed with a smile:

"Don't make fun of me."

"Since that senior's Dao number is empty, he doesn't need me to visit him."

"I'm just a one-sided relationship with my predecessors, and I'm just a passer-by in the rivers and lakes, and the realm of my predecessors is far beyond me.

Liqi Dao smashed his mouth and said with a smile:

"That's right."

"I estimate that the Taoist priest Taishang is in the past, and I am not afraid that the empty Taoist will be angry and turn his face. But speaking of which, both of them are old Taoist priests with a bull's nose, and they may really have something to say when they get together. ”

"When the Taoist priest speaks, the gods chatter, the clouds are foggy, and he doesn't say a word clearly, and it's uncomfortable for us to go."

"Count."

Liqi Dao smiled and cursed, took a step, jumped into the courtyard and stood still, raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and his left hand was in front, beckoning towards Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Come on, come on, the idlers are all gone, let Libo see how your Tianlei Fist is doing."

"I just have time between months, so I'll give you some advice."

"This morning, your thunder on the mountain sounded in all directions, but it didn't hit like that, the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and it couldn't kill people."

Most of the ordinary beasts are afraid of thunder, and Wang Anfeng used the moves of the Heavenly Thunder Fist to deter him in order to tame the wild nature of the red thin horse on the mountain today, and his voice was dull and continuous. Ordinary villagers may not think about it, but only regard it as a celestial phenomenon of winter thunder.

The renunciation of the martial arts that created the Heavenly Thunder Fist was impossible to hear wrong in any case.

Wang Anfeng nodded in agreement, raised his hand to pull away the posture, there was a thunderous burst above the fist, and he raised his hand to hold the wine jug on his waist, took a big sip, and threw it away, the wine jug fell steadily under the eaves, and he didn't shake it for a while, the old man raised his hand to wipe his mouth, raised his hand, and laughed:

"Come on!"

"Yes!"

Wang Anfeng responded with his head bowed.

Then there was a dull sound of thunder, and it sounded in this courtyard.

Because it was just two discussions, there was only a slight trace of thunder contained in each other's fists and feet, and there was no particularly big movement, and it was a little different from the sound of firecrackers heard on Chinese New Year's Eve yesterday.

Today, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the drunken residents in the village heard this sound, and at most thought that the children there were wild, setting off firecrackers indiscriminately at night, and scolding vaguely in their mouths, but they were not really annoyed.

The New Year's Day is a tolerant holiday.

At this time, even the village mother-in-law, who is no matter how spicy she is on weekdays, has the tolerance of the elders, and she just smiles at the child's naughtiness to a certain extent, and does not care.

So they didn't know that in a remote courtyard in this village, there were two thunderbolts, accompanied by fists and kicks, constantly clashing.

The fists touched.

The thunderbolt burst out like plasma, hitting the ground in a charred black streak.

After a few breaths of stalemate, Wang Anfeng snorted, retreated again and again, stepped out of cracks under his feet, and only after seven steps stabilized his body, a small dirt pit exploded under his feet.

Leaving the road as if it had taken root under his feet, standing firmly in place, not moving at all, his white hair was as crazy as a lion, his palm was raised, and he wanted to touch the wine gourd from his waist, but he touched an empty one, pursed his lips with a little regret, raised his hand and beckoned to Wang Anfeng, and said with a smile:

"It's a good punch."

"The strength is short and strong, and it is closed at one touch, and it has a little taste, and then come."

"Yes."

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, calmed the churning qi and blood in his chest, and collided with his fists, forming a thunderbolt visible to the naked eye.

This time, I asked Libo for the Heavenly Thunder Fist, not the four-like Heavenly Thunder Panruo.

Wang Anfeng is very clear about this point, and he is not willing to give up his roots.

Although he showed his whole body skills, Wang Anfeng still couldn't get a little benefit under the hands of the renunciation of the Dao, although he had rich experience, but the old man was not inferior to him at all, if it was about the achievements in martial arts, it was even worse.

The so-called exchange can be regarded as a unilateral feeding move to abandon the road.

With his experience as a grandmaster, Wang Anfeng's fist strength grew rapidly, and although the time was not long, the harvest was great.

During this period of time, I had comprehended all kinds of ideas of the Heavenly Thunder Fist in my mind, but the red thin horse was tortured for several hours.

The roar of thunder kept ringing in his ears.

God is pitiful.

For a former wild horse, what a torture, it was simply torture, and even the eyes that looked at Wang Anfeng after that were a little wrong, with the vigilance and vigilance unique to a herbivore looking at a carnivorous predator.

After being sent back to Shaolin Temple, he was even less energetic for several days, and even the soybean mixed with raw egg yolk could not arouse his interest, Wu Changqing stuffed a handful of herbs into it, and the horse did not eat anything different, until Hong Luoyu took it out for a trip, and then returned to his original temperament.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day of the first month.

On this night, there is a huge lantern festival in Yulin Prefecture, Wangxian County.

Zhang Tingyun was already waiting at the table.

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