I have many teachers

Chapter 260 Looking back at the place of ordinary people (1\2)

Snow started to fall.

It wasn't very big at first, but it didn't stop. It was vast and vast, like the ashes after the fire burned out, falling silently from the thick and oppressive black clouds. There was no moon in the sky, the clouds were very low, and the snow passed through the cold sky. pine forest, falling to the ground.

Looking around, it was already vast.

Hong Feibai's breathing became more and more rapid, he didn't know where the sword was thrown, his right hand was covering his abdomen, there was a big opening there, blood flowed out from between his fingers.

This was the first snowfall in Dayuan after three years of winter, but it was never expected to be so violent and cold.

The severe cold invaded his body from the wound, constantly taking away the warmth of his body.

The inner strength has already been exhausted.

At this time, all that supported him was the anger and the will to survive. Although he used a trick to temporarily throw off the pursuers, those people came from one of the three factions after all, with high lightness kung fu. It's not what he can imagine, who knows when it will catch up.

Hongfei Baifu let out another breath of white air. In his line of sight, he saw some lights. He could vaguely see that it was a small village with about a few thousand households. There were faint lights. It was peaceful and peaceful, and he could hear the crowing of cocks. The sound of dogs barking is a good place to hide.

The young man gritted his teeth, but he didn't go to the village. Instead, he staggered around and ran in another direction. After running for a few steps, he turned back, let go of his right hand, and sprinkled water on the road in his direction. There was blood dripping down.

The general scenery of white snow and red plum.

Anyone who is not blind can judge his direction.

Those people are cruel and ruthless, if they think that I am in the village, they don't know what they will do.

Never hurt others...

Hong Feibai was slightly dizzy before his eyes, raised his hand to support the trunk next to him, panted heavily, and then staggered and ran towards the direction pointed by the blood, leaving a bloody handprint on the trunk.

After walking a few steps, his right foot tripped over a stone on the road. Hong Feibai threw himself directly into the white snow, his cheeks buried in the snow. The cool feeling made him feel a little relaxed. It was extremely cold, but I felt my body was heating up.

The consciousness that was just holding on to it gradually slackened.

The bigger the white snow gradually covered the young man.

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"The heaven and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are full and the sun and the moon are in full swing. The cold comes and the summer goes, and the autumn harvests and winter hides."

"Run Yu becomes a year old, Lu Lu adjusts the sun. The clouds make rain, and the dew turns into frost. Gold produces Lishui, and jade comes out of Kungang."

"The sword is called Juque, and the pearl is called night light."

Hong Feibai's consciousness was awakened by the sound of reading aloud.

Slowly opened his eyes, after being dazed after coma, the young man's expression changed slightly, he stood up abruptly, but at the same time felt a little pain, his face twisted for a while, took a few breaths, lowered his eyes to look, but saw the pain in his abdomen The wound has been treated and wrapped in a white cloth, exuding a warm medicinal fragrance.

Startled slightly, the young man guessed that his life should have been saved.

Hearing the sound of reading next to his ears again, most of the vigilance in his heart dissipated. As soon as the tense nerves were relaxed, the force gushing out of his body disappeared, and it was replaced by the pain caused by the tearing of the wound. .

Hong Feibai grinned, and lay back on the bed again, his breathing was a little short, and he slowed down for about ten breaths before the pain subsided, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

Only then did he have time to observe his surroundings.

This is a small room, but it is very clean. There is a rather quaint xylophone hanging on the wall, and a rough earthen pottery is placed on the window sill, and a red plum is inserted obliquely in it. The xylophone is white and red. It gives this ordinary village house an indescribably quiet charm.

Through the wooden door, he could see seven or eight children sitting in the outer room. Their clothes were quite old-fashioned. They were not compared to wealthy families in the city. They were just ordinary village boys. As far as he knew, these people had no chance to study.

But at this time, those children were recited meticulously, and they recited the thousand-character text without missing a single word, which was quite rare at this young age.

In front of these children stood a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, looked at the children around him, and said:
"Now transcribe the third paragraph."

"Mr. came back to check..."

The children nodded, and took out rough hemp paper from the cloth bag made by their mothers, each of them rubbed the ink and picked up the pens, and wrote the thousand-character text on the hemp paper. Hong Feibai felt calm in his heart.

After all, there are very few people in this world who can read and write. These children can read these words, and even if they don't read many books, they can find some good jobs in the county town, which is far better than it is now.

The young man leaned on the bed and slowed down his breathing. He never disturbed these children, but only quietly accumulated his internal strength. At this time, someone was chasing after him. If he stayed here, he would only bring trouble to his savior, so he only planned to recover After gaining some strength, leave this place.

Then I thought again, the child had mentioned Mr. just now.

Come to think of it, this gentleman is my savior.

A little respect appeared on Hongfei's white face.

Willing to stay in this bitter and cold place is really a true Confucian expert, but I just want to lose sight of this gentleman's demeanor...

With a slight sigh, the young man gently opened the window, put his hand on it, and relying on the internal force he had just transformed, he jumped up and landed outside the window, and closed the window at the same time as he fell, without letting Han The wind leaks in.

After falling to the ground, the young man staggered, his face was paler than the snow on the ground, and his breathing was a little short of breath, because the injuries on his body were far from recovered, but this was also because he used the force that his master had used. It is due to the true ability of the biography.

Flying Crane Soaring into the Clouds, this skill, even if you are a martial artist, it is absolutely difficult to detect it, and it is even more impossible for anyone in this remote village to detect it.

"You are seriously injured, and you can't walk around casually..."

Hong Feibai's heart almost stopped for a while, and he came back to his senses after a few breaths.

Slowly looking up, he found that he was not the hermit master he thought, but a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Standing tall, wearing ordinary cloth clothes, his face is very soft, his black hair is only tied up with a wooden hairpin, his appearance is not very handsome, but he is very clean, his eyes are bright, and he holds a bamboo basket in one hand.

It looked like he happened to come here after buying something, and he just paid too much attention to the movement, so as not to be noticed by the children inside, and his injuries had not recovered, so he hadn't noticed the boy outside.

Hong Feibai breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of this, and said:

"No need..."

The boy smiled and said:
"Come in first, the snow has stopped today, it's cold outside."

"What's more, with the young hero's current appearance, I'm afraid he won't be able to go very far. It's better to eat something before leaving, sharpen the knife and chop wood, why bother?"

After saying that, he raised the bamboo basket in his hand again, and said with a smile:

"Speaking of which, today I went to the village chief to ask for some soybeans. If they are mixed with pork, simmer for two hours on low heat until the pork is overcooked and the soybeans have absorbed the gravy."

"It's the most delicious food in winter..."

Hongfeibai let out a groan in disbelief, the young man smiled, raised his hand to hold Hongfeibai's arm, and walked towards the inside. Hongfeibai's martial arts were not bad among the younger generation, but he only felt that his own martial arts was not as good as his own. After playing a little bit, he followed the boy towards the house like a puppet.

And he didn't notice the slightest sign of the influence of external force control. He only thought that he was hungry and thirsty, and he couldn't help following the boy. The sword, judging from the scabbard, was obviously many years old.

Amidst the creaking sound, the wooden door opened.

The children turned their heads in unison.

Hong Feibai's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought that he couldn't explain to these children how he got out. For a while, a little sweat dripped from his forehead, but he saw those children stand up, one by one, and they all moved towards the very talkative girl beside him. The young man saluted, and said crisply:
"gentlemen."

Hong Feibai was startled slightly, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he had already reacted in his mind, it was difficult to connect him with the Confucian master he imagined for a while, so he couldn't help being dumbfounded, and said:
"You, you...you are..."

"First, sir?!"

The boy raised his hand and caressed the hair of a boy next to him, turned to look at him, and said:
"The title of Mr. is just for the children to play around. I just teach them to read some characters. It is really not appropriate."

"Young Xia only needs to be called by his name."

"Under..."

"Wang Anfeng."

PS: After thinking for a long time, I chose to skip the two years of retreat.

Because of this kind of thing, I have already written a lot in the previous volume. As for what he has done in the past two years and the changes in the world, I will show you in the next plot. I hope you will support the new volume.

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