Wang Fan turned his head to look at the two people who suddenly pushed the door in, and looked carefully, the older one had gray hair, a green shirt, a thin dress, and a smile on his face, looking at the little girl who was trembling and trembling in the snow next to him with a very kind smile, which looked very ordinary. The younger one was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a festive red jacket, with a round face and large eyes, and was pouting and stomping her feet. Shaking off the accumulated snowflakes on his body, he muttered "I hate snow, I hate it, I hate it." ”

Listening to the sound of Bi Bo Bi Bo on the fire and looking at the constantly dancing and flickering flames, Wang Fan couldn't help frowning, and said unhappily: "If you want to come in, hurry up, close the door, and blow it for a while, the taste of my pheasant will be bad." ”

The old man who entered the door was stunned when he heard this, and with a wave of his hand, he closed the door with a subtle energy, and then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't you see this is closed? It's really a world trend, I see that you shouldn't be very old, why don't you know how to respect the old and love the young" The little girl didn't say anything next to her, hiding behind the old man, looking timidly at Wang Fan with a mask, just nodding lightly.

"Hey, I said that you old man is really, obviously you almost made me unable to eat, and said that I don't respect the old and love the young, can you have a face? Don't rely on the old and sell the old there, I don't eat that. Although I was surprised that the old man was also a martial arts master, he was only surprised and didn't take it to heart. If you should be scared, you have to be scared!

"Little brother, do you know who the old man is? You must know that you are the first hairy boy who dares to talk to the old man like this on the rivers and lakes. The old man gently patted the little head of the girl hiding behind him, and looked sideways at Wang Fan, who was still concentrating on roasting the pheasant, his tone was still unhurried, not angry, but also a little dissatisfied. Bastard, don't you see my little apprentice here? I really don't know what respect is?!

"I see that your old man is usually praised too much, this kind of thing, once there is a second time, you are old, just get used to it. Wang Fan was still playing with the pheasant, and said in an indifferent tone, without feeling that there was anything wrong with him. This pheasant is finally almost ripe.

The old man is also an open-minded person, and after listening to Wang Fan's words, he only found it interesting, stroked his beard and laughed: "Hahaha, good boy, it's the first time in so many years that I've met such an interesting little brother as you." It's the old man who keeps himself high. Hearing this, Wang Fan finally looked at the old man, and the corners of his mouth were raised without speaking. "The old man's name is Cao Ziheng, this is the old man's apprentice, Chen Su. I don't know what to call the little brother?"

"Oh, the old man Cao Ziheng Cao, who is called Shijian by the people of the rivers and lakes?" This time Wang Fan was really a little surprised, and slightly corrected his attitude, "I don't know if it's Shijian, your old man is in front of you, but I seem a little scattered, haven't I eaten yet?" ”

In the rivers and lakes of Nuoda, only Mr. Cao Ziheng Cao Ziheng Cao is the only one who can change Wang Fan's attitude because of a name, not because of how profound Mr. Cao's cultivation is, but because Cao Laoxian lives freely and freely, and he really has a good heart and a clear stomach. He is one of the people Wang Fan admires the most in the world, and the other is his master.

"I didn't expect that the little brother had also heard of the old man's name, but Shijian was just a friend on the rivers and lakes, and the old man" Mr. Cao was interrupted impatiently by Wang Fan before he finished speaking.

"Okay, okay, don't say these official words, since I've heard of you, I naturally know who you are, but it's better to see than to hear. It's a lot more hypocritical than rumored, take the roast chicken, and eat it with you. ”

"Uh, hahaha, hahaha. Okay, then thank you little brother for your kindness" Shijian Cao Ziheng laughed heartily, but he also took the pheasant handed over by Wang Fan, "Little brother is so interesting, this trip is not false, not false, I don't know what the little brother is called." ”

Wang Fan was gnawing on the chicken thigh in his hand, and said vaguely, "I, my name is Wang Fan, don't think about it, there is no reputation for me in the rivers and lakes." I have been practicing in retreat with my master, and this is the first time I have been outside. Swallowed the chicken in his mouth and looked at Cao Ziheng, "What about you? Are you walking in the snow with you? ”

"Don't be here to be poor, this is the old man's rule. To worship the old man as a teacher, you must first follow the old man to travel thousands of miles, when will this ten thousand miles be completed, and when will you really enter the old man's door. "Eclectic Cao Ziheng tore a piece of chicken leg for the little girl, gnawed the chicken by himself, and did not forget to tease Wang Fan when his mouth was full of oil, "Don't say it, your kid's pheasant roast is really good, yes, I don't know if your kid's skills are as outstanding as your cooking skills."

"No, my martial arts skills are still not as good as my cooking skills. Wang Fan said unhurriedly, glanced at Cao Lao, who didn't care about eating, and a intriguing smile rolled up at the corner of his mouth, "But barely you should be able to beat your old man." ”

"Ahem, ahem. Seeing that Cao Lao was choking, the little girl Chen Su was very well-behaved and lined up her master's back, and whispered in her mouth, Master, slow down, the girl won't rob you.

Wang Fan was happy, Shi Shiran said, "Did you really grab food with the little girl?"

"Go and go, you bastard, the little girl can't speak, you follow what you are messing with. After a pause, he asked with some eagerness, "What you said is true, do you think you can beat the old man?"

Knowing that this matter couldn't be overturned, Wang Fan didn't say a word, got up and made an inviting gesture "Please"

"Okay!" Cao Ziheng is also a cheerful person, and he stood in front of Wang Fan with a move, "In this way, let's not be so complicated, let's simply compete with internal strength" said and slapped Wang Fan with a palm.

This palm fluttered slowly, and I saw a milky white halo attached to the palm, which made people not real. Seeing this, Wang Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, sure enough, there is no void under the fame, and he can only wrap the internal force in the palm of his hand as he wants, and there is no external release, which shows that the degree of control over the internal force is already Mahayana, and then look at the manifestation of the internal force has been able to change the space and affect the line of sight, and the internal force of Mr. Shijian Cao may have already reached the realm of transformation.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Fan didn't dare to slack off, and when he mentioned fifty percent of the internal force, the purple-black internal force was wrapped around Wang Fan's palm like blood, flowing like water. The palms of the two touched, and the majestic internal force clash formed a strong air flow to spread around, in order to prevent the destruction of the only snow shelter within a radius of ten miles, and hurt the anxious little girl next to them, the two of them held up the true qi mask at the same time, and locked the aftermath of the confrontation within half a meter of their bodies.

It can be seen that the internal forces of the two are equally divided, but the poetry sword Cao Ziheng's face is very solemn, looking at Wang Fan's purple-black internal force, he can't help but think of the one who set off the entire wave of rivers and lakes, and his heart is turbulent. After only a stalemate for a while, Cao Lao withdrew his palm, and Wang Fan immediately withdrew his true qi. Cao Lao knew that Wang Fan might not have told a lie, although he had left some leeway, but Wang Fan seemed to have something to hide, but this purple and black true qi was just that, this kid had a good appetite for himself, and he had no distinction between good and evil, and the world was the greatest. Thinking of this, Cao Lao sighed leisurely.

"Alas, boy Wang Fan, if you really plan to enter this river and lake, you should not take off this mask, otherwise you will be tired of life in the rivers and lakes in the future, and I am afraid it will be difficult to have a choice. ”

Wang Fan knew what Cao Lao meant by these words, and respected this casual old man even more. nodded solemnly, "Thank you Cao Lao for your concern, I know this, but I didn't expect Cao Lao to be so indifferent, which is really admirable." Now in this world of rivers and lakes, those famous and decent people, whoever sees my true qi form, I'm afraid they will shout at me, shout and kill."

"The old man is not too calm, fifty years ago, the old man first entered the rivers and lakes, but he saw that battle with his own eyes, your boy's martial arts and unfathomable internal strength, I am afraid that he has already obtained the true inheritance of that person. It's no wonder that the people in the martial arts would crusade against him back then, in this world, there is no need for a person who is above everyone else. "I was a little helpless and a little frightened, recalling the battle that year, and it was tragic and unmatched. Who would have thought that this Jianghu could force the good and evil factions to join forces to encircle and suppress because of one person, and in the last battle, even the peerless masters who came out of the world were born seven, but in the end, four people were still killed, three were seriously injured, and they all died one by one within a few years. And that one, in the end, left alive. The rest of the so-called masters were all killed, and no one dared to stop the one who was staggering and slowly leaving, even if that one was already at the end of the crossbow at that time. It was precisely because he really saw that battle with his own eyes that he finally created Cao Ziheng's mentality of being idle clouds and wild cranes now. Don't fight to be comfortable.

"Have you seen that battle before? Can you tell me in detail? The master treated me like a mountain, but unfortunately because the battle hurt my foundation, I often tossed and turned at night, and I was in pain. I want to know who is involved in the battle! Those people should be damned!" Wang Fan's emotions suddenly lost control, and he grabbed Cao Lao's shoulders and grabbed them hard, and the horizontal tendons at the joints burst out.

"You kid let go of me first, the old man is about to be scattered by you. Wang Fan was a little apologetic, said sorry, tried his best to suppress his uncalm heart, let go of his hands and slowly put them down, but his clenched fists could still show that he cared about this matter very much. "Don't worry, don't be impulsive, although your internal strength has reached the peak now, but you must know that there are people outside the sky, and now I will tell you that this matter is harmful to you, and when you can one day laugh at the unparalleled world, if the old man is still alive, I will tell you the truth of the matter, all the details." It's just not now, the old man still has a good impression of your kid, and he can't hurt you. However, there is one thing you must remember, no matter how people in the rivers and lakes think of you, you must always maintain your true heart, and you must remember good and evil. Don't fall into your own demons, because if you do, you'll be fooled. I can't say that the old man will have to join them for the sake of the common people in the world, and he is bound to destroy and strangle you, you, understand?"

Wang Fan was a little disappointed and a little warm, his clenched fist loosened and clenched and loosened, repeated it a few times, calmed down his mood, and bowed deeply to Cao Lao, "The seniors are virtuous, and the juniors are taught." ”

Outside the temple, there was still heavy snow and a cold wind howling. In the temple, an old, a young and a young person talked very happily, so unhappy.