I have many teachers

Chapter 170 The Constellation Ranking Trouble (22)

It's raining like a note.

The pouring rain fell in the bamboo forest next to the Fengzilou, fell on the green umbrellas held by passers-by, slid along the umbrella surface and fell to the ground, mixed with the soil and turned into mud.

The golden bell under the eaves of the Fengzi Building suddenly vibrated with the wind, and the sound came from top to bottom, as high as the sky.

The red silk cloth under Jinling dances wildly.

The boy in the yellow shirt was about to withdraw his sword. Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, the crowd gradually dispersed. The sword-holding warrior behind him opened his eyes, and the internal energy he had secretly mentioned dissipated, adding a sense of laziness. The young friend walked over from the side, laughing and joking.

"Hahaha, Murong, don't be angry, I'm sitting in the manor today."

"Go find a cleanser, and I'll remove the fire for you."

Everything is on a normal track.

Only downstairs in Fengzi, there is a librarian standing alone.

The rain fell like a curtain.

The sound of tinkling and jingling was uploaded, and the melodious and lofty voice of the golden bell gradually became hasty. For some reason, the warrior holding the sword felt a little uneasy in his heart. You must know that although he is not a middle-level third-rank expert, he still has nearly seventh-rank skill. What he practices is the martial arts not handed down by the family, and he has the instinct to understand it.

Raising his head slightly, he felt a tingling pain from the center of his eyebrows. It seemed that a sharp sword had touched the center of his eyebrows. His brows were involuntarily furrowed, and his right hand opened, grasping the hilt of the long sword.

A thin layer of cold sweat has emerged on the palm of his hand.

The rain is becoming more and more urgent. At this time, there is thunder in the sky, swimming like a dragon, illuminating the sky and the earth. Suddenly there is the sound of clanging swords, and a cold light splits the rain curtain, and it appears on the yellow sky like lightning. In front of the young man in shirtsleeves, the sword-holding warrior instinctively drew his sword, but at this moment he saw a pair of black and white eyes with bloodshot eyes, and suddenly felt a great chill in his heart.

There are fighters above the seventh rank who died because of him!

Enlightenment emerged in his heart, and his body stiffened instinctively for a moment, watching that afterimage break through the sky and set off a rain curtain.

The sky thunder is fleeting.

The bell under the eaves of the Fengzi Building gradually calmed down after reaching the peak. A cold glow rose up towards the sky and then fell. Amidst the roaring sound, it was inserted upside down on the bluestone road. These bluestones were washed clean by the rain. Seeing Qingyou, the blade of the long sword was quickly wetted by rain, and the thin rain and mist slid down along the edges on both sides of the sword spine.

The man holding the sword froze to one side, and two incoherent poems suddenly appeared in his mind.

Come like thunder and receive wrath.

The world has been low for a long time.

Only then did everyone recover their sights which were affected by the thunder light, and the rain curtain shattered by the sword light also returned to its original appearance. Under the rain curtain, a green umbrella shattered like a butterfly, flying in pieces. The body of the boy in the yellow shirt trembled, his face Pale, the green umbrellas in the hands of the two maids had cracked at some point, but they were not damaged, but their faces were slightly terrified, and the thread fell on the weapon held by the blue-shirted boy.
It's just a bamboo umbrella.

The more ordinary the umbrella was, the more shocked they felt.

As the maids of the aristocratic family, they are naturally not ignorant of martial arts.

Naturally, he understood what the sword that was able to cut out just now with the bamboo umbrella represented, and he also knew more clearly how good this young book collector in blue shirt, known by everyone as a good old man, is in the way of swordsmanship. Astonishing accomplishments.

This is not a sword technique that a young man can use.

Wang Anfeng lowered his eyebrows, put the bamboo umbrella on the young man's shoulder in his hand, moved his wrist slightly, and made a long sword cry, which broke up the surrounding rain and fog, and also broke up the young man's drooping black hair a little. , falling into the rain.

Not far away, his friends were stunned by the shock, and then anger welled up. They didn't put down the sword face to face, so they didn't know the fear in the heart of the yellow-shirted boy who was trembling and sitting on the ground, but felt that he His face was insulted, so he instinctively pulled out his weapon and yelled loudly.

Wang Anfeng exhaled, and slowly straightened his body.

Killing people in a fit of rage is the way of a hero, but not his.

Dad said, on the rivers and lakes, between heaven and earth, in a cage.

Killing is not shameful, but it should be the last option.

People who rely on force and act recklessly are often useless without martial arts.

Those who are angry should not kill, and when they are cowardly, they should not be afraid.

Maybe it's because today is the anniversary of his father's death. The memories of eight years ago and those teachings that he didn't understand resurfaced in his heart at this time. Before he left, he stroked his forehead, still smiling, and said what he didn't know at the time. I don't understand, but now it's somewhat transparent.

Those who are truly human, even if they are powerless, even ordinary scholars, will straighten their backs in the face of big right and wrong, but most of those who use force will kneel before those who are more serious. Under the feet of the strong, humble as dust.

Facing the young man with a sharp knife coming towards him aggressively, Wang Anfeng slightly closed his eyes, the tyrannical emotion in his heart dissipated slightly, the rain fell on him, and he stood downstairs in Fengzi, but he suddenly returned to Daliang Village. Day by day, the memory of a thin man chuckled and chatted casually, many words became pale, and a few words became more and more flavorful.

The palm holding the umbrella was slightly loose, and he read softly:

"People are higher than martial arts."

"Respect 'me'."

Although his father and mother have left, their principles of being human are still with him.

Wang Anfeng felt a little warmth in his heart, he seemed to see the man chuckling, all kinds of distracting thoughts were subdued in an instant, but they were in harmony with the essence of Prajna palm, the internal force of the Buddhist golden bell suddenly accelerated, but it didn't seem the slightest abrupt, naturally, 72 hands broke The secret flows through the heart.

With a sharp blade in his hand, he was looking down at himself from a higher level. With a flick of his wrist, an invisible energy lingered on the bamboo umbrella.

However, if the flying mind is used to investigate the flying place, if there is no place to study, then where will the flying thoughts exist?If you study your mind, will you be able to study your mind at ease?
Where is your heart?
The green umbrella was raised like a sword and slashed obliquely. The sword energy stirred the rain and mist, turning the invisible into substance. The rain curtain fell on the bamboo forest.

A green bamboo collapsed suddenly.

Mori Rui's chill spread upwards along everyone's spine.

The bamboo umbrella in the young man's hand was opened, shielding the wind and rain from the outside world, and the Golden Bell Shade was running spontaneously at an unprecedented speed, Zen Buddhism, the most important enlightenment, one thought became a Buddha, the Golden Bell Shade took a big step ahead of the second pass, and became more and more energetic. The pure internal force evaporated the rainwater all over his body and turned it into rain and mist.

At this time, Wang Anfeng's demons were gone, but he never denied what he did just now, holding a green umbrella, he didn't bow down to salute, but said in a flat voice:
"Sorry, I do have something urgent today."

After saying that, he turned around, not caring about other people's reactions, quite understandably, the green umbrella in his palm turned slightly, and the rain curtain fell behind him, the young man in blue shirt walked away with his sword in his hands.

The crowd did not speak for a long time.

The warrior holding the sword was ordered to protect the thirteenth son of the Murong family. The latter is not valued, so he is not a real master, but after all he is close to the seventh-rank realm.

He could have fought Wang Anfeng, but he was a swordsman, and he was already dazzled by such wonderful sword skills. Even if this Mr. Murong was bleeding in front of him, he would probably be amazed by the beauty of sword skills.

At this moment, he regained his composure, looking around, the expressions of everyone he saw were dull, although he did not draw the sword himself, but as a swordsman, he was honored, and two more ancient poems appeared in his mind, which coincided with what he had thought before. It is four sentences and one que.

Come like a thunderbolt to receive anger, stop like a Jianghai condensing clear light.

The viewers were as dismayed as mountains.The world has been low for a long time.

At this point of thought, the joy in my heart is like being drunk, hearty, I can't help but flick the sword, recite the four ancient poems gracefully, and then shake my head again and again, admiring:
"Good, good, good swordsmanship!"

After the voice fell, he found that the people around him were looking at him with strange eyes, and suddenly recalled his identity and responsibility.My young master was frightened just now, but it was extremely inappropriate for him to act like this, his face could not help but froze slightly, showing a slight embarrassment.

The boy in the yellow shirt was helped up by the maid, and the trembling in his heart has not disappeared. He only felt that he was challenged, or his words were rude, and he was threatened like this. It really didn’t make sense. I scolded you. ?

Is that useful?
Annoyed in my heart, according to the habit, I opened my mouth to scold the sky and my mother, but when I opened my mouth, the fierce sword light just flashed in front of my eyes, my neck subconsciously shrank back, and I couldn't open my mouth. I was about to cry but had no tears. Seeing his guard flicking his sword and praising him, he became even more annoyed.

He raised his foot and wanted to kick it fiercely, but his legs and feet were weak and he couldn't exert any strength. Instead, he gritted his teeth like a child quarreling:
"Aren't you going after him? Teach him a lesson!"

The guard agreed with some reluctance.

At this moment, the closed door of Fengzi Building suddenly opened.

An old voice came out, the voice was flat, implying aloofness, said:
"Tonight, there is no need to come to sweep again. Come tomorrow morning, and then remove the green bamboo."

The voice paused for a while, and then he spoke again, his voice seemed to soften, and he seemed to be admiring, but it seemed to be just an illusion of everyone, saying:

"Sword skills are good."

After a few breaths, a boy's voice came from far away.

"Thank you senior for your praise."

Although the distance is not close, the words are clearly pronounced, and the sound is like a dragon roaring and roaring, shaking the rain and fog, revealing a deep level of inner strength attainments, obviously at the ninth rank, with a solid foundation.

Mr. Murong was dumbfounded at first when he heard the words, and then realized the identity of the person who spoke, his expression froze instantly.

Ren Changge.

On the third grade.

Niang Xipi.

Can't afford to offend.

Bai suffered a loss.

At this point in the mind, a look of frustration appeared on the face, and in the hidden dark place, I don't know how many thoughts that had arisen just now, they were rudely uprooted by the old man's greeting and admiration, and they didn't dare to make the slightest change.

The new fighters on the Constellation List seem to be related to 'Long Song Xing'.

Belonging to the school, not a wandering martial artist, cannot be absorbed.

Such evaluations quickly appeared on the desktops of several middle-level leaders of the forces. Those who are on the right way laughed it off and didn't care, but some secretly hated it in their hearts, fearing its power, and canceled the original plan to subdue Wang Anfeng , find another target, absorb into the religion.

PS: The second update...

Buddhism, how can you become stronger without magic thoughts...

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