I have many teachers

Chapter 149 Choice (2\3)

When Wang Anfeng and the others saw A Ping, the little boy was chopping firewood.

Perhaps because of this experience, he looks more and more mature, the corners of his eyes and brows have faded from immaturity, and nineteen scars have been cut vertically and horizontally on his face, and blood scabs have formed, making him even more terrifying, but he did not take this evil ghost She also covered her face as if, but her eyes were calm.

After seeing Wang Anfeng, he couldn't believe it at first, and then showed a look of surprise, he stopped chopping the firewood in his hand, threw down the axe, and ran to the crowd, a little at a loss and said:
"Brother Wang, why are you here?"

Wang Anfeng didn't say what he wanted, he stretched out his hand to touch A Ping's head, and said with a smile:
"Nothing, just to see you."

Bai Lifeng stood aside, looked at A Ping and made a face, and said:
"Hey brat, remember me?"

While speaking, he stretched out his right hand and swayed it in front of A Ping's eyes. A slight scar could barely be seen on it. A Ping had an embarrassed look on his face. He took a step back and walked towards Baili Feng deeply. He bowed deeply, but was held back by the latter, unable to bow.

Bailifeng grinned and said:
"Don't fix those fake ones, we've walked all the way, just let us go in and have a rest."

Only then did Ah Ping realize that he had been letting Wang Anfeng and others stand outside, and then he hurriedly welcomed them in. Compared to Wang Anfeng's last visit, the room was a little tidier, and he cleaned it from time to time. sit inside.

Seeing a stranger coming in, there was a look of vigilance on his face at first, and then he seemed to recognize Wang Anfeng, that vigilance turned into kindness, he opened his mouth, waved his right hand, and yelled twice.

"He's thanking you."

A Ping's voice came from beside his ears. He moved some wooden stakes and put them on the ground as a bench. Then he went to wipe the dust on his father's face. He smiled, lowered his head and went to do his own thing, holding some hay in both hands, his fingers were extremely flexible, reaching a level that ordinary people could not do.

When he was stupid, Wang Anfeng didn't know, but this stupid man knew very well that in this way, he could exchange for food and candied haws that children like, so even Wang Anfeng can see that he did a good job Very happy and very happy.

It was much happier than most people in the Jianghu and outside the Jianghu he had seen.

Everyone chatted casually, mainly concerned about A Ping's experience, Bai Lifeng had a good impression of this stubborn boy who bit him, no matter how you looked at it, it was pleasing to the eye, even the scar on his face was full of military iron blood the taste of.

What a seedling...

The military boy sighed in his heart.

In his opinion, this kid should be born to enter the door of their military family, especially Wang Anfeng once said before that the reason why he was able to find A Ping was that the latter was still struggling to knock on the door even though he was drugged. Hit the scooter and make a sound.

This kind of tenacious willpower is the favorite trait of the Daqin soldiers.

If it were a soldier from any place sitting here, he wouldn't have second thoughts at this time. Under the simple and honest skin, he must be thinking about how to abduct the little boy in front of him to serve as a soldier under his hands , maybe in the intertwined eyes, it is already a good storybook mixed with threats, concessions, promises, and bargaining.

This is a bad habit that is deeply rooted in the blood of the Great Qin military strategists.

Because of this bad habit, there are less than half of the surnames of foreign races in the name library of General Daqin. The names are really long and stinky, and it is easy to remember them wrongly. It is the general Tiance who carried forward this habit. His Majesty the Emperor.

He abducted the son of Luo Khan from the East Turkic region to his own command, and became the General Zuo Xiaowei. He was loyal, brave and good at fighting, and made great achievements in battle. Still unable to fight, and reluctant to part with his son, he had to enlist all his tribes to attach himself to Daqin and call him his subordinates.

At this time, the 15-year-old Bailifeng was beginning to awaken the deep-rooted "bad habits" of the Great Qin soldiers.

Looking at Aping, his eyes were a little bright.

Tuoba Yue glared at Baili Feng fiercely, with a strong sense of warning, her powerful palm patted the scimitar on her waist intentionally or unintentionally, and it made a clanging sound, which chilled Baili Feng's back and moved He opened his eyes.

The girl raised her chin slightly and cast a disdainful glance at Bailifeng.

Turning to look at A Ping, the eyes are quite pitiful.

In her hometown, marks were carved on the faces of people from defeated tribes. This child always reminded her of some memories that she didn't want to recall, especially the child who had experienced such torture was still so sensible, which made her feel a little distressed.

She may be the only one who understands why Wang Anfeng does not want this child to learn martial arts.

At noon, Bailifeng went to buy ingredients for the reason that guests should bring gifts when they came. No one in the village was willing to sell them to him, so he rode to other counties. It didn't take much time once.

Wang Anfeng cooks himself and cooks a meal. When he was cooking the last meal, he heard a series of sounds coming from outside. It was crisp and continuous, and seemed to be the sound of some kind of mechanism. He was a little surprised, and his ears Master Fu Mo's serious voice came.

"Ping, do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, and he turned to go out, but Xue Qinshuang came to the door at some point, stopped in front of Wang Anfeng, and shook his head slightly at him. In an instant, Xue Qinshuang grabbed and pressed her on the shoulder.

The latter's own martial arts moves are not inferior to him, but his internal strength is far superior. Wang Anfeng was unprepared, and he was restrained by one move, suppressed by his strong internal force, and couldn't move for a while. Xue Qinshuang looked at He whispered:
"You don't want him to learn martial arts, but the choice must always be left to him. Otherwise, even if he hasn't practiced martial arts this time, there will always be others who will value his talent in the future."

"An Feng, no matter how much you value him, you can't decide his life for him..."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and he said again:

"Zifeiyu, know the joy of fish?"

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly when he heard the words, he exhaled turbid air, and stopped struggling. Xue Qinshuang let go of his palms, and the two watched the development outside side by side.

Master Fu Mo looked at A Ping with pity on his face.

The Mo family also loves Fei Gong, although his martial arts are high, but his nature is simple, how can he sit still when he sees what happened to A Ping, not to mention, this kid can unravel 'Ling Long', isn't it suitable for practicing the Mo school's inner strength?
Aping held the untied ball in his hand.

The longing in his heart was magnified in an instant, the despair of encountering misfortune, and Wang Anfeng's powerlessness when he drew the killer away all surged into his heart at this moment. He knew that the old man in front of him might be more powerful than the elder brother Wang who saved him , if you follow him, maybe you can be that strong.

Can also save other people.

A Ping closed his eyes, and exerted his strength on the palm of the hand holding the mechanism ball, as if he was feeling the lines on it to confirm whether he was dreaming.

Then he placed the ball on the lacquered wooden table, and crossed his hands in a serious salute.

"I can not."

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