I have many teachers

Chapter 105 Gradually Calming Daily Life

"Now that I have confirmed that you are not the kind of person who is trying to catch fame, it is time for me to leave Fufeng Academy."

Wang Anfeng thanked him naturally, the famous arrester in front of him chuckled lightly, and said leisurely:
"I said you don't need to thank me. Come again, I want you to do one thing."

Wang Anfeng said calmly:

"It doesn't matter if you say it, General Feng. As long as I can do it and it doesn't violate my principles, I will definitely help you."

Jiang Fengyi looked at the young man in front of him fixedly, his smile subsided, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly:
"If one day, I also become the face of those corrupt officials..."

"kill me."

Without waiting for Wang Anfeng's answer, Jiang Feng Yiqing turned around and walked slowly, with a peaceful expression, walking slowly with his footsteps, with his back to the young man, walked more than ten steps, and suddenly spoke in a slow voice.

"Of course, if you are no longer uneasy."

"Then it is no longer Jiang Feng Yiqing who came to you, but Fajia Wuxin."

Wang Anfeng looked at his back as he dived into the darkness, settled down, and said:

"It's also possible that that day you don't have a knife in your hand, but wine."

Jiang Feng Yiqing paused in her footsteps and fell silent for a while, with a hint of a smile in her voice.

"If so, it's best."

The good character has not yet fallen, and the figure has disappeared from Wang Anfeng's sight. The Fengzi Building is still standing quietly, with green bamboos and lush greenery. It is as usual here, and it is impossible to see that there has been a battle just now. Wang Anfeng exhaled, turned to face Walking towards the wooden house of his own, he walked slowly.

It is difficult to forget the meaning of immortality, and it is born because of the injustice seen.

I hope that because there is no more injustice in the world, the swordsman will be sealed.

Instead of dying without anger in my heart.

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In the bamboo grove, General Feng Yiqing, dressed in black, stood with his hands behind his back, letting the wind lift his clothes, his eyes slightly closed.

Is it right or wrong?

It wasn't until the dawn of the sky that the expression on his face moved slightly, and he was no longer as cold as before. He raised his hand and rubbed his face, like a student who got up early and walked slowly through a rather familiar road, Going against the flow of students, saying hello to familiar people from time to time, with a smile on their faces.

When going out, Yan Ling waved at him and shouted:
"Junior Brother Yiqing, today we are going to teach a new chapter of the Dharma Sutra, do you want to come and know?"

"I know!"

Feng Yiqing nodded slightly in response, his complexion was the same as usual, with light shining on him, and his exhalation seemed to be tinged with sunshine.

It is said that the patriarch is naive, but why am I not?

When decades have passed and I am about to die, I will definitely do my best to record the most perfect decree I have seen and pass it on to future generations like them. Even if new problems must arise, it will still be the same.

Jiang Feng Yiqing looked at the door of Fufeng Academy, whispered leisurely, shook his head, without the slightest nostalgia, and stepped out casually.

"There is no limit to the law..."

There is no law.

However, there is no perfect law, no end, no stop, and an undying heart for change. Only then is Legalism.

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In Shaolin Temple, it is still the original appearance. On the isolated peak, a monk in gray robe sits cross-legged on the bluestone, as if he is meditating, while the scholar next to him is holding a book in his hand, as if immersed in the world of books. Wu Changqing is still sitting On the rattan chair of my own, leisurely and leisurely, I turned a page, and suddenly said with a smile:
"Think about it, old man. If you want to get rid of the grievances in your heart, you still need medicine."

Yuan Ci raised her eyes slightly, shook her head and said in a warm voice:

"The external force of medicated diet is three-point poison of medicine, and there must be future troubles."

"It's better to use the Buddhist scriptures to remove the fire in the heart."

Wu Changqing put down the medicine scriptures in his hand, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Ah, Master Yuanci, you are wrong."

"The principles of the Buddhist scriptures are the easiest to take advantage of. It is better to use Hunyuan medicine to make Feng'er clear and clear during this period of time, so that he will not be paranoid."

"Sir, do you think so?"

Mr. Ying sneered, turned his head and ignored it.

Wu Changqing made fun of himself, but he didn't take it seriously, and turned his head to continue arguing with Yuan Ci.

What Wang Anfeng has experienced during this period of time is nothing but common talk for veterans like them.

But for a child of thirteen or fourteen, the impact was so great that they could hardly bear to think about it.

I was thinking about it, to see if the young man could resist on his own, but just a few days later, one by one couldn't sit still, the one who couldn't be moved by the eight winds fell off the lotus platform, and ran to the Shaolin Tibetan Scripture Pavilion overnight , I searched through the Buddhist scriptures that dispelled my heart, and the one who had read all the affairs of the rivers and lakes jumped out of the wicker chair, squatted in front of the kitchen stove for an unknown amount of time, and studied the medicinal diet for calming the demons.

Everyone thinks their own way is the best.

When Wang Anfeng appeared, the atmosphere on the entire lonely peak seemed to freeze for a moment.

Yuan Ci coughed lightly, with the usual peaceful expression on his face, and beckoned Wang Anfeng to come over.

Seeing Wang Anfeng, who was almost watching himself, grow from a boy in a small mountain village step by step to what he is now, the monk's eyes were gentle, he raised his hand to gently caress the boy's black hair, rubbed it lightly, and said in a warm voice:

"Feng'er, you are doing very well, come and sit down."

"Today, I will pass on to you the key to the second layer of the Golden Bell Shade."

The monk's voice paused slightly, and then he said casually:
"Then, here is another scripture, also..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wu Changqing coughed violently. This No. 1 doctor in Jianghu seemed to be suffering from a severe cold. The sound of coughing even suppressed Yuan Ci's voice, and attracted Wang Anfeng's attention. Yuan Ci frowned slightly and turned around. Staring at Wu Changqing, the old man stroked his long beard without flinching, and said with a smile:

"Master Yuanci, Feng'er has just come here, and he said that he is practicing cultivation, isn't he in a hurry?"

Fu looked at Wang Anfeng who was more silent than usual, his eyes were full of kindness, and he smiled and said seductively:

"Come on, Feng'er, Second Master made a lot of new medicinal meals today."

"It tastes good, I added your favorite things..."

"Amitabha, Mr. Wu, the poor monk thinks that practice is more important."

"Hehe...it's the master's photoshoot."

"No, it's benefactor Wu who has a barrier of knowledge..."

Wang Anfeng was a little dazed when he heard that, but Mr. Ying frowned slightly. When the two were arguing, he put the book in his hand heavily on the table with his backhand, got up and took steps, and stretched out his body skills, pulling out the book behind him. A series of afterimages, in an instant, people have appeared behind Wang Anfeng.

With his left hand behind his back, he grabbed it with his right hand and lifted up the boy's collar. Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing were slightly taken aback, but the scribe had already seen them sneer, and then stepped forward, as if riding the wind to control the sky, soaring into the sky And rise.

"you!"

"Mr. stay!"

Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing jumped up and took two steps forward, but at their level, if they took one step faster, they would be thousands of miles away in a blink of an eye. , can only look at each other, each wry smile.

With a sigh, the monk raised one hand on his chest and saluted:

"Old Mr. Wu... In the past few days, the poor monk has made a slip of his tongue, Wan Wang Haihan."

The old man smiled wryly, cupped his hands and said:
"In desperation, the old man is quite offensive..."

"It's just that I never thought that it was Mr. Ying who made a move and directly overturned the chessboard."

"However, since Mr. Ying is rushing to make a move, we can only trust him."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and the old man muttered:
"But I still think that herbal diet is the best, but my husband has never argued, and I think I have a well-thought-out plan."

"Have a plan?"

The monk smiled helplessly, strode to the place where the scribe was sitting, looked up and down, a clear expression appeared on his face, he opened the book on the table, shook his head and said:
"Is this a well-thought-out plan?"

Wu Changqing paced over, staring at the rows of upside-down words on it, dumbfounded.

"This……"

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