I have many teachers

Chapter 261 The villain in the village (2\2)

The heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things, the time and time, the passer-by of a hundred generations.

Things in the world are like tides and people are like water. Two years ago, the name of the Fufeng Library was kept unknown. Hong Feibai did not show the slightest abnormality, just saluted, and said:
"I'm Hong Feibai."

"Brother Wang is so kind and virtuous, I can't thank you enough, and I will repay you in the future."

"Young hero's words are serious..."

Wang Anfeng smiled, and invited Hong Feibai to sit back on the bed first, while he was teaching the children to practice calligraphy in the outer room. Hong Feibai watched the boy outside leaning over and over again, holding the palms of the children, teaching them how to Write words and teach them what the words mean.

Children aged six or seven are the most active and restless, but they are very quiet at this time.

And Wang Anfeng wasn't impatient at all.

Hong Feibai looked at the young man's eyes, and his anxious mood gradually calmed down. After thinking for a while, he lay cross-legged on the bed, meditated and breathed, and the internal force in his body flowed slowly. After a while, it was already circulating in his body a sunday.

When he returned to his dantian, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his face had lost his composure.

After being injured last night, he fell into a coma in the cold and snowy night. He expected that he must have suffered serious internal injuries under the invasion of cold air. , became a little lighter, and when expelling qi, I felt much more relaxed.

Apparently when he was in a coma, a famous doctor administered acupuncture to relieve his qi.

Could it be that it is Brother Wang?
Hong Feibai's expression changed a lot, but he could only get this idea.

While he was meditating to get his breath back, the children had already returned to their respective homes, and the room was much more spacious. Wang Anfeng lit a fire in the stove, put an iron pot on it, and cut the pork into bites to swallow. The next cube, mixed with fried soybeans, has begun to simmer slowly on low heat.

The dry wood was burning fiercely in the stove. Wang Anfeng sat on a pony, broke off the dry wood next to him, and stuffed it into the fire bit by bit. He seemed to realize that Hong Feibai had awakened. He turned to look at him, and said with a smile:

"Young man Hong, are you feeling better?"

The fire light reflected on the young man's cheeks, he was dressed in commoner clothes, and his black hair was like ink. Only he had a quiet and peaceful temperament, uncontested with the world. The doubts and guesses that had just arisen in Hong Feibai's heart disappeared under this temperament, and he secretly laughed at himself. I just feel that I am really being chased so anxiously that I can't think about anything.

However, someone must have healed himself.

You can ask later.

With a slight change in his mind, Hong Feibai got out of bed, and just when he walked into the outer room, he smelled the tangy fragrance, his eyes lightened slightly, and said:

“Good cooking!”

Wang Anfeng smiled and said:
"It's just a pity that the butcher in the village doesn't want to sell the hooves to me."

"Otherwise, the taste of stewed hoof with soybeans will be better."

Hongfei smiled and said:
"That's enough."

"It's a pity that there is meat but no wine, what a pity."

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said seriously:
"You're injured now, so you can't drink."

Hongfei froze for a moment.

"However, there is some tea."

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Above the sky, a flying eagle fluttered its wings, screaming endlessly.

The sound of horseshoes came straight here.

On the vast expanse of land, there was a piece of snow-white, black horses like black ink, galloping towards a peaceful village from quite a distance, chaotic ink dancing, horseshoes bursting, smashing the peaceful atmosphere.

The snow piled up.

On the left side of the leader was a rather beautiful woman, who whistled, and the flying eagle landed beside her and circled, then flapped its wings again, soaring into the sky.

The woman looked at the burly man next to her and said:
"The location of that person has been found."

"It's only in a village not far ahead."

The man is eight feet tall. Although he is a man in the world, he is different from others. Even the man and the horse are wearing heavy armor. The weapon he uses is a heavy iron gun weighing about three hundred catties. The weight of the horse galloped up with the help of the horse's momentum, almost no less than the giant strength of the mammoth, a strange beast in the south. Hearing this, he frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Possibly guaranteed?"

The woman nodded slightly and said:

"I marked him with the pharmacology of the Pharmacist's Valley in the Fufeng River and Lake. Since the Pharmacist's faction was destroyed two years ago, and the fire was refined to seal the mountain, in the Fufeng River and Lake, you can recognize this person. There are only a few people in 'Thousand Miles of Magic Cloud'."

"This silver-feathered flying eagle was also able to perceive this taste by accident."

The voice paused, then hesitated again:

"However, I don't know if other people have made other marks on that person."

The man frowned slightly, thinking of those powerful warriors, but he didn't say anything, just said:
"accelerate."

"Yes!"

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Hong Feibai was holding a cup of tea, and his eyes were fixed on the iron pot.

The mellow and seductive fragrance, accompanied by the young man unhurriedly fanning the fan in his hand, lingered in front of his nose.

The young man took a deep breath of the fragrance, raised his hands and raised his neck again, and poured the cup of tea directly into his stomach, but instead of alleviating his hunger, the lightness of the tea made the fragrance even more intense, and it went straight into the Temple of the Five Viscera. The hooker is restless.

But the young man next to him was still moving so leisurely that he couldn't be bothered, so he stood up, picked up the teapot next to him, and poured it into the teacup. Quite gratifying, Hong Feibai put the teapot on the table and made a soft sound, causing faint ripples in the tea soup.

The ripples collided with the rim of the cup and calmed down slowly.

But only at this moment, the tea in the teacup suddenly had another ripple, which gradually expanded and trembled continuously, Hong Feibai looked slightly startled, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Do not……"

Above the sky, there was a sudden cry of a falcon, piercing through gold and cracking rocks.

Then there was a night owl-like laughter sounding outside, left and right, front and back, vague and uncertain, like a ghost, suddenly laughed and said:
"Hong Feibai, your grandfather is here, why don't you come out and die?"

Hongfei's pale complexion instantly turned livid, and his body felt a little cold.

He is very familiar with this laughter.

In other words, all Fufeng warriors will be familiar with it.

After Huolianmen closed the mountain, Yi Nanping broke the deadlock in the entire Fufeng Jianghu. At this time, they lost the Dinghaishenzhen and became completely chaotic. The sects that were originally afraid of Huorianmen began to expand their power wantonly. The frequency is increasing.

More warriors died.

More warriors became famous.

Ghost owl sword.

The strength of lightness kungfu, apart from the elders of the various sects, and the third-rank masters who walk in the rivers and lakes, few people can match it. Combined with a cold and cold swordsmanship, it is enough to make people fear.

At the same time, two voices sounded, saying:
"You want to steal our stuff?"

"If you steal our things, you will die."

These two voices are male and female, but the tone of their speech is generally the same. There is no change in tone. The two sentences are spoken in unison. .

"Hahaha, so it's the brothers and sisters of the Yin family. What are your things? In this world, whoever has the biggest fist belongs to them?"

There was a voice again, although the words were rough and powerful, but one could hear the fear inside.

Hong Feibai's complexion was completely pale.

Everyone who spoke outside the door, the weakest one, was able to take his life within thirty strokes. The reason why they haven't done anything until now is just because they are afraid of each other.

He was only chased by another team of warriors before, but he never thought that after sleeping, he would become even more.

On Hongfei's pale face, fear, resentment, and sadness changed again and again, and finally sighed, and looked at the young man who was still fanning the stove beside him. The latter didn't show any horror on his face, and was still calm.

Hong Feibai admired his concentration of mind in his heart, facing danger, he still didn't change his expression, he was even calmer than himself as a warrior, he laughed at himself, let go of his thoughts, and said:
"Brother Wang, is this pork stewed with soybeans ready?"

Wang Anfeng said:

"Not yet, about the last quarter of an hour..."

Hong Feibai sighed:

"Can you give me some time?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a quarter or two earlier?"

"I've smelled the fragrance for so long, at least let me take a bite."

Wang Anfeng looked up at the young man in front of him, shook his head, and said:
"No."

Hong Feibai looked at Wang Anfeng, sighed, the smile on his face gradually faded, and said:

"Brother Wang, thank you for saving your life."

"No matter what happens after that, please don't come out."

After saying that, he gave a deep salute to Wang Anfeng, turned around and looked at the wooden door, separated by a door, perhaps a life and death sentence, Hong Feibai took a deep breath, the fear in his heart was suppressed, and his face became quiet.

The internal force gradually began to surge in the meridians.

Just as he was about to go out, something was stuffed into his hand. He fled earlier and dropped the weapon, so he held it instinctively. After a closer look, he saw that it was the cattail fan used by the young man just now. He couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, but Before he could react, Wang Anfeng had already stepped forward.

The posture was leisurely, and the sleeves of the clothes were slightly raised, but the speed was so fast that Hong Feibai only saw an afterimage.

The young man's expression changed suddenly.

There were three groups of people outside, confronting each other, but saw a young man in common clothes coming out, his eyes fell on Wang Anfeng coldly, one of the thin men sneered twice, and shouted loudly:
"What's the matter, the dignified Hongfei Bai Shaoxia, you actually want to push someone out to die?"

"Believe it or not, I killed this brat and threw it in for you."

On the other side, a woman in purple looked at the calm Wang Anfeng, giggled and said:
"This little brother is so handsome... What a pity to kill him."

Wang Anfeng looked calm, bowed his hands and saluted, saying:
"My place can be regarded as a school."

"In the school, teach people's children, you are not allowed to use force, and you are not allowed to use weapons rashly."

There seemed to be a moment of silence in the courtyard.

Then there was a burst of laughter, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, the woman in purple threw herself into the arms of the man next to her, laughing uncontrollably, while the skinny man laughed wildly like a ghost, Suddenly said:

"How courageous! My sword is here, and I am here to kill people today..."

At this moment, above the sky, the chirping sound of the falcon resounded again.

The sound of violent horseshoes started from nothing and gradually became louder. In just a short time, it had already resounded all over the field, and rushed straight towards Wang Anfeng's house. The latter had just moved to this village in the past two years. at the edge.

The leader, holding a heavy gun, protruded forward, his horse neighing endlessly.

Ma Rulong hissed loudly.

One person and one horse, together with a weight of several thousand catties, rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed, so powerful that the expressions of all the warriors present changed, and they retreated to the left and right. He drank his voice and said:

"It's crazy!"

"The gun is here, come and pick it up!"

Like a thunderous explosion, one man and one horse smashed Wang Anfeng's courtyard directly, and rushed towards the boy in commoner clothes over there. The horseshoes lifted the snow on the ground, forming a scene like snow and fog in the Northland.

The long gun was handed out.

The air waves visible to the naked eye swept across the four directions.

(End of this chapter)