I have many teachers

Chapter 156: A Misunderstanding (22)

Behind the man, there were four or five fine horses accompanying him, all the riders were dressed in strong clothes and carried weapons on their backs, when they saw this, they all reined in their horses and stopped, turned over and got down, their movements were crisp and neat, obviously they had martial arts skills.

Wang Anfeng was slightly surprised. Although he didn't feel murderous intent, he also felt that the comer was not good. He raised his right hand and held it on the hilt of the sword behind his back. The Eight-faced Han sword was slightly unsheathed an inch, and he saw the dull middle-aged man stop behind him. A carriage, from which a middle-aged male voice could be heard, said:

"Brother Zhou, did you find that young hero?"

Amidst the sound, two well-dressed youths on the left and right opened the curtain of the carriage door, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked out. He wore a gray cloth robe, held a folding fan in his right hand, and smiled, as if he had read a poem. Wang Anfeng, a literati and scholar, felt that he looked a little familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen it, so he was a little puzzled.

Then he watched the man walking towards him, and there were still a few steps away, and he bowed his hands far away, and said with a smile:
"Your Majesty is Wang Shaoxia, I have admired you for a long time..."

Wang Anfeng was slightly puzzled, but seeing that he didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, and his behavior was quite kind. He also thought that this was on Zhoucheng Avenue, how could he draw his sword in the street?Even if he made an attack on the spot, with his own martial arts, it is not difficult to avoid it. Thinking of this, he let go of the hilt of his sword, raised his hand and saluted, saying:
"Exactly... I don't know what this gentleman has to teach?"

The man laughed and said:

"I don't dare to be a teacher, but I have something to discuss."

The voice paused, raised his finger to the nearby teahouse, and said:

"However, when talking on the street, it is a bit disturbing to others."

"If you don't want to sit in the teahouse for a while, it's easier to talk about it."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and looked left and right, only to see that although the street was wide, half of it was occupied by his own people, and it was quite inconvenient for pedestrians to come and go. Nodding his head, he agreed.

The middle-aged man smiled, raised his hand and said, "Please."

The two of them just took a step here, and a man in a well-dressed man hurried over, chatting with the tea doctor in a low voice. When Wang Anfeng and the two passed by, the table had already been wiped clean. , filled three white porcelain cups.

The man invited Wang Anfeng to sit down, but the dull man next to him allowed himself to argue several times, and never took his seat, but stood behind the man, a pair of rather dull eyes fell on Wang Anfeng, showing a hint of vigilance.

He had just heard about the young man in front of him drawing his sword and slashing his sword energy. Although he thought his martial arts were not bad, he didn't dare to underestimate him in the slightest.It should be noted that this sword energy can only be cut by a master swordsman of at least the eighth rank. It is specialized in those who practice external skills. Even if they have a high-quality weapon, they will be cut into two if they are not careful. It is very difficult to deal with.

Wang Anfeng didn't know what the other party was thinking. Although the tea smelled strong in front of him, he had suffered a lot. At this time, he didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend. He untied the long sword from his back and placed it on the table casually.

The blade was not pointing at the opposite side, and the hilt was no more than a palm away from his right hand, showing no hostility, but if there was any abnormality, he could draw the sword out of its sheath instantly.

Seeing this, the man on the opposite side naturally knew what the young man was thinking. He gave a secret praise in his heart, and felt a little bit bitter, but his expression remained the same, still gentle.Although Wang Anfeng won't let down his vigilance because of this, he still has a good impression of that man.

Putting down the teacup, there was a well-dressed man next to him to fetch water and add tea. The man looked at Wang Anfeng and said gently:
"My surname is Zhao."

Just these four words, Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered the young man in yellow shirt on the ring at noon today, and seeing the faint familiarity between the brows of the man in front of him, he suddenly understood, frowned slightly, and tapped his fingers lightly. On the teacup, said in a flat voice:
"It turned out to be Mr. Zhao."

His eyes swept over the dull middle-aged man behind the man, and the young warriors with swords and swords around him. The young man narrowed his eyes and said:
"But for the matter of Young Master Ling?"

Although there was no trace of hostility in the voice, it made the hearts of several martial artists on the opposite side slightly speed up.

I just feel that the surrounding environment has become a little depressing. It seems that in the next moment, the kind and polite blue-shirted boy in front of him will suddenly rise up, draw his sword out of its sheath, and cut out the invisible sword energy that he has never seen before. Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and even his movements are a little stiff.

At this moment, the man surnamed Zhao suddenly laughed out loud, breaking the stiff atmosphere, and said:
"Zhao is such an ignorant person?!"

"After what happened, I asked someone to inquire about it. I said to my elders that it was his fault. Even if there is nothing wrong today, it will definitely lead to disasters in the future. Let him learn some lessons in prison."

Because he thought of the mistakes he made in the past, the man sighed, feeling quite touched, and the words were sincere, which made Wang Anfeng less vigilant, but at the same time he was quite puzzled.

"Heh... as you get older, you tend to think about things in random ways, don't blame young heroes."

The man surnamed Zhao was distracted for a while, consciously lost his composure, sighed with emotion, and suddenly tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

The dull middle-aged man next to him took out a box from his arms, put it on the table, and opened it with a snap, revealing a piece of golden gold, but it was of excellent gold quality. He let out a low exclamation, and was stared at by those warriors in full suit, and then he stopped his voice, but he was still whispering non-stop.

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, looked up at the man surnamed Zhao, and said:
"Mr. Zhao, what does this mean?"

The man raised his finger to touch the gold, and said with a nonchalant smile: "These silver coins are for tuition fees, thank you Shaoxia for giving my son a chance to understand before he made a big mistake, and secondly, it is also for apologizing. "

"Yue'er's temperament is uncertain, and I hope the young man will forgive him a lot."

The voice was calm and calm, but there was a lot of helplessness in his heart.

He also never thought that his son, who usually looks quite calm, would cause such a big trouble this time. The young man in front of him obviously has not reached the age of 20, but he can easily defeat the flying cloud swordsman. The future is boundless. Maybe more than ten years later, a master of the third rank will be born.

That day in Wangxian County, Zhang Tingyun's father was the magistrate, and there were only two ninth-rank warriors guarding his wife and children, so that the little girl was caught in a catastrophe and was almost taken away by someone. Although there are many, there are very few who can achieve success.

It is also possible to know the weight of a martial artist who is bound to be on the star list and is expected to be in the third rank in the future.

Although he has some wealth, he is absolutely unwilling to be an enemy of these warriors who have mastered inhuman means, so he made up his mind to come to apologize on behalf of his son, hoping not to be held grudges, but he saw Wang Anfeng shaking his head slightly in front of him, and put the box of gold Pushing it back again, said:
"It doesn't have to be."

The man's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't know Wang Anfeng's nature, and he thought that the young man in front of him was unwilling to accept the apology, so he felt a little uneasy, the dull warrior next to him frowned slightly, leaned down, and whispered something in his ear.

The man's eyes lighted up slightly, he pondered for a while, then waved his hand to order the attendant to put away the gold on the table, and said with a smile on his face:
"I'm being rude."

Wang Anfeng shook his head, the man took another wooden box, put it on the table, and said with a smile:
"Since the young man is unwilling to accept gold, these things are still interesting, so please accept it."

The voice paused slightly, half jokingly said:

"Otherwise, I will feel uneasy in my heart."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, seeing the bitterness flashing across the middle-aged man's face, combined with his words and deeds just now, he realized it in his heart.

This seems to be the default rule in the Jianghu. If I accept this thing, it means that I don't care about the matter just now. If I don't accept it, it will cause the man in front of me to feel uneasy.

Thinking up to this point, there was a hint of disappointment, the expression on his face remained unchanged, he picked up the wooden box, and it was not a yellow and white thing, so he put it in his arms at will, saying:
"Then respect is worse than obedience."

"Haha, that's right."

Seeing that Wang Anfeng had accepted the wooden box, the man surnamed Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression became much calmer. He sat around in the teahouse for a while, then got up and left on the grounds that he had something else to do.

Wang Anfeng sent him out of the teahouse, and watched him ride away in a row. He thought he was rich, but he felt uneasy because he might provoke a high-level warrior, and his thoughts were complicated for a while.

Looking at the scenery on the street, the young man sighed, he was no longer in the mood to wander around, and felt that the eyes of everyone in the teahouse made him uncomfortable, so he simply got up, left the teahouse, and went straight to the pharmacy to buy medicinal materials.

..............................

Zhao Mansion in the city.

Earlier, the man surnamed Zhao stood in the study with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, and he suddenly said:

"Brother Zhou, thank you for your reminder today... Otherwise, I really don't know how it will end."

The dull man shook his head and said:
"My life was saved by the master, how can I afford it?"

The voice paused for a while, and then he spoke again, as if he was worried that others would overhear, so he lowered his voice quite low, saying:

"However, the young master's matter today, I'm afraid it will be messed up..."

The man surnamed Zhao looked down, and after a moment of silence, he sighed: "Yes...the rivers and lakes are deep, so I shouldn't have agreed to that person that day... Sigh, if you want to be greedy for profit, you need to be cautious before making big profits."

"It's forty years old but I don't want to make such a simple mistake..."

"Ugh……"

The dull man was silent for a while, and said: "Master, don't worry, although that man's martial arts are high, but if I fight for my life, I will be able to protect my master's safety."

Suddenly there was a voice in the air, saying:
"I'll see how you want to protect and live."

The colors of the two people in the room suddenly changed, the dull man's eyes shot out, he let out a low growl, his body suddenly swelled, he drew out the long knife at his waist and wanted to chop forward, but he didn't want an invisible force to pass by, the hundred-smelting steel The knife broke immediately.

The sharp blade fell on himself, tore his clothes, tore his skin, and blood flowed out. The calligraphy and paintings hanging in the study were broken from the middle and fell to the ground. The dull man's face turned pale, his lips slightly Zhang, said:

"Sword Qi...?!"

When he faced Wang Anfeng just now, he thought that even if the opponent had the rare sword qi kung fu in the third rank, he would not be much worse after years of hard work.

At this moment, I realized how ridiculous my thoughts were just now. I was dumbfounded and let that person walk by in front of me. I saw that person sitting on the top seat without daring to make the slightest movement. He knocked on the table, with a smile on his lips, and said:

"Tell me about the person who disturbed your affairs."

"It's called Wang Anfeng, right?"

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Inn.

Bai Lifeng went to the kitchen to negotiate with the cook, while Wang Anfeng was arranging the medicines in his guest room, thinking about how to match the taste later, but came across the wooden box in his arms.

Slightly stunned, curious in his heart, he simply opened it to take a look, but saw several jade beads lined up on the black velvet bottom, exuding a faint luster, his expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a low voice.

"Relict treasure?!"

PS: The second update...

(End of this chapter)