I have many teachers

Chapter 265 Leaving (2\2)

After the familiar feeling, Wang Anfeng's vision has changed from a small house in the village to the top of a lonely peak. The wind is rustling, and the scribe in green is holding a copper heater with a flying dragon wrapped around the wind and hollowed out pattern, sitting on a chair, flipping lazily Scroll in hand.

The other three masters are not here.

Wang Anfeng stepped forward, saluted, and said:
"gentlemen."

The scribe glanced at him, nodded, and lazily said:

"Today is the hour again."

"Go yourself."

Wang Anfeng nodded slightly, said yes, then stepped lightly from the side, his internal force outlined the void on the left and right, without showing any abnormality, the whole person had already soared into the air, and within a moment, he had swept out of the void by tens of feet, and his clothes were flying , with his left hand behind his back, his right hand brushed across his waist, and a silver light flashed out.

Just at this time, the figure was still falling, and the right foot lightly touched the projected hidden weapon, the internal force communicated with it, turned around again, and collided with his own internal force, the figure had risen into the air again, and rushed forward, Such continuous actions, in the blink of an eye, has jumped thousands of meters away.

At this time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the silver light was shining brightly between the mountains and rivers, and a figure passed by lightly.Although it can't fly in the air like a third-rank martial artist, but with such a method, the speed is not slow at all.

The scribe put down the scroll in his hand, watched Wang Anfeng fly across with the silver needle, nodded slightly, and said very meanly:
"It's still okay..."

Suddenly there was a croaking sound from the distant sky, Mr. Ying's face turned cold, he snorted coldly, and looked away, only as if he was immersed in the content of the book, almost at the moment when he looked back, from above the sky, suddenly A fierce gust of wind rose, spinning and falling from the nine heavens.

"Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho...hahahaha, refreshing! Refreshing!"

Unruly laughter sounded, and a figure rose and changed positions wantonly in the wind, suddenly fell down, and when it was about to smash hard on the bluestone of the isolated peak, it suddenly came to a standstill, stopping suddenly, The huge contrast makes people feel sick, but that person seems natural.

Shaking her messy hair, Hong Luoyu laughed loudly and said:

"Refreshing! Really refreshing!"

Mr. Ying glanced at him and snorted coldly, his tone and demeanor were full of disdain.

Hong Luoyu didn't care, looked around and said:
"The surname is Ying, where is the little lunatic? Hahaha, I found a very interesting place today."

"Today is just right, there are great clouds on the top of Huashan Mountain, if you step on the clouds and go straight down to test your sword in the sky, it will be so damn refreshing!"

The scribe didn't bother to talk to him, and continued to read the book, but he couldn't bear the latter's yelling, so he finally closed the book and said coldly:
"It's the middle of the month today."

Hong Luoyu was startled for a moment, then said annoyedly:
"This day..."

"Then there's no other way, forget it, I'll go to the old medicine pot to get some food..."

"Let's go!"

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Great Qin North.

Coral Prairie.

Snow falls in winter.

The vast and infinite grassland is covered with thick white snow. The moon is above, and the white snow reflects the moonlight, shining brightly all around. In this winter, all kinds of animals are dormant in their tracks, but the wolves will not be affected in the slightest. Still like a dagger and a scimitar, swaying in the vast snow field under the bright moon.

Their eyes fell on the sheds of the shepherds, on the cattle and sheep.

In a tribe.

The herdsman who was watching the distance from the tower suddenly opened his mouth and shouted:

"I'm back! I'm back!"

The voice reverberated in the tribe, and a circle of people came out from the tents, and everyone's eyes were shining, as if the name called had some special meaning. farther.

Coming from a distance, there seemed to be bursts of snow and mist rising from the vast snow field, dissipating under the moonlight.

Immediately there was a crisp bell sound breaking through the fog.

In the snow and fog, a group of ten or so riders galloped past.

Sitting on this horse team are strong and mighty young men, with upright and calm faces, like forged bronze, with machetes on their waists, and white horses on their crotches. The manes of the white horses are braided and hang down on one side. , hung a copper bell.

There is also a bright red silk cloth hanging under the bell, dancing continuously with the crisp copper bell and the ups and downs of the horses. A wolf carcass was thrown on the frozen ground, with its fangs slightly exposed, arousing bursts of cheers.

With a long hiss, these knights turned around from the tribe, raised their arms and reined in their horses again, and stood on both sides.

The cheers of the herdsmen were suppressed as well, and they looked out into the vast night with expressions of excitement and anticipation.

The chirping sound of the falcon piercing through gold and cracking rocks suddenly sounded.

A ball of flame jumped up in the snowy night, and even though it was rushing towards this side, it was already approaching in the blink of an eye, and the flame could see its true face. It was a red horse, neighing , ran into the tribe.

A tall young man sat on the horse, with a tough face, and when he threw his arms, a silver wolf with a length of three to four meters was thrown on the ground. The sound of breathing is slightly stagnant.

In the distance, there was a desolate and sad howling sound of wolves, which gradually faded away.

Apparently, the young man riding the red steed rushed out surrounded by wolves for the sake of other tribal warriors.

In the sky, the eagle flapped its wings and fell.

The young man turned over and landed on the ground, with a white jade plaque hanging on his waist, and a machete with a sheepskin scabbard. He was tall and tall, and greeted the herdsmen around him with a smile, but he looked quite kind.

An apple-like girl with slightly red cheeks next to her said in a low voice:

"Did you kill the wolf king...that's amazing..."

Someone next to him laughed and replied:

"Of course, Qibi Heli is the eagle of Changshengtian, the bravest warrior on the grassland."

"It's just a white wolf."

"Yeah, I heard that... the patriarch has always wanted to let Lord Qibi Heli stay in our tribe and serve him."

"But how could the eagle surrender so easily?"

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Qibi Heli gave the white wolf to the patriarch here, ate the meat, and ignored the latter's repeated hints, willing to marry his youngest daughter to him, and went back to his house instead.

The eagle hovered just outside the tent.

Qibi Heli knelt on the ground with a pious expression. After praying in the language of his hometown, he put the jade tablet around his waist in front of him, kowtowed respectfully, the stream of light flashed by, and when he raised his head, there was no longer a It is not a tent on the grassland, but a towering mountain.

A man wearing a dark golden mask stood in front with his hands behind his back.

The proud eagle on the prairie bowed down in respect and said:
"Subordinate, I have met the hall master."

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A thick palm slapped heavily on the table, and the unstable table shook, shaking off some dust. The tall man shouted in a rough voice:

"No, that foreigner must go!"

The grey-haired village chief pursed his lips and said:
"But after all, he taught the children how to read. Although we are digging in the mud, we can't repay our kindness... This, this kind of thing..."

There were a dozen or so people sitting around here, all of whom were well-spoken people in the village.

One of the middle-aged men in scribe's clothes brushed his beard, shook his head and said:
"Brother, this sentence is wrong."

"This person has nothing to do with us. Why should he teach the children how to read? Who knows if there is any bad water in his stomach. Besides, if he wants to read, I can teach him how to read."

"Or is it that the old brother doesn't like my knowledge?"

"I also studied in a school in the city and took the exam."

"Will it be worse than that person?"

The village chief pursed his lips, thinking that you would collect so much money by yourself, so naturally he would not go to you to learn calligraphy.

At this moment, the village goddess interjected, chattering authentically:
"Yeah, village chief, I told you earlier that you can't let this outsider in, how are you doing now?"

"The snow inside today, as well as the smashed wall, are warnings from the gods."

"The pig's head and five animals must be prepared, and the village must be changed into a place to worship the gods so that the gods can calm down their anger..."

"My mother-in-law is talking nonsense, this land should belong to my brother..."

"Didn't your brother die from the plague a few years ago?"

"So it should be mine..."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy outside the door could hear the adults inside using their own reasons to belittle the soft-spoken gentleman to nothing. The gentleman was still there, and they had already started to compete for his things, and his teeth couldn't help He bit his lower lip tightly, and dug his fingers on the wooden door.

The candlelight cast the shadows of those many people on the paper window.

As the flames swayed, these figures also swayed, not human-shaped, just like the demons and ghosts in the story.

The child gritted his teeth secretly, and was about to run out overnight to tell his husband. After only two steps, he bumped into a fat belly. Taking a breath, he rubbed his head.

Suddenly aware of the strange atmosphere in the room, his movements froze, he slowly put down his hands, and turned his head to look. Under the flickering candlelight, familiar faces looked at him quietly, wondering if it was a problem with the angle and the candlelight , he only felt that his expression was strange, like a monster, and his complexion couldn't help but turn pale.

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Day two.

sunrise.

The people, headed by the wealthy family in the village and the sorceress, walked towards the wooden house at the entrance of the village in a menacing manner, carrying a pitchfork and sickle, and they were fully prepared in their hearts. Seeing, what's more, I sneered twice in my heart.

When we got to the front of the house, a burly man slapped the door with his big hands and shouted:

"Scholar Wang? Come out, come out!"

"I have something good for you."

After shooting for a long time, no one agreed. The man felt a little annoyed in his heart. He let out a hey, raised his foot and kicked it. The door of this house was just an ordinary thing. Where could it block his foot? , looking around, there was no one there, couldn't help laughing, pointed to the room, and said to the people behind him:
"It's good for the outsider to know."

"Otherwise let him know how powerful I am sooner or later!"

Everyone nodded and muttered in their mouths, wanting to attribute the reason for this person's departure to this. While talking, they casually flipped through the things in the room. The sorceress suddenly saw a painting scroll, which seemed to be quite valuable. He got up, but was seen by others. During the quarrel, he fell to the ground for a moment and opened it directly.

head outside.

The little boy who was found last night was rubbing his bluish forehead while watching those adults enter Mr.'s room, kicking the stones on the ground bitterly.

"Damn..."

"This group of shameless people...Mister's door is locked, has he really left..."

Thinking of the occasional intention of leaving in the husband's words in the past few days, he suddenly became sad.

Mr. left anyway.

At this moment, the sound of clanging and whistling suddenly came from inside, the boy felt his body stiffen, and the hair on his back exploded, and at the next moment, the people who had just rushed in the door fled in embarrassment, one by one crying and howling, heartbroken. I hate my parents for losing two legs, and even lost a few shoes.

The two most arrogant ones were pale, with water stains on their trousers, tumbling, trembling and crying something loudly while running, causing the villagers to point and point.

Looking at the appearance of these people, the boy was slightly taken aback for a while, and then he felt a burst of joy in his heart, and couldn't help laughing out loud.The laughter was getting louder and happier, the iron guns were still stuck upside down in the yard, Weng mingled, and the lock on the door fell aside.

Recalling the caresses he heard from these famous people in the village last night, he only felt it was ridiculous.

Suddenly remembered the verses left by the Qinglian swordsman a hundred years ago in the story my husband told in the past, and said in a low voice:

Who knows this old man who has lived in Weishui music all his life
However, today's people are seeing Feihong with both eyes.

After saying that, he remained silent, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, he couldn't help getting up and running outside until his chest was burning hot, then he stopped, stood by the roadside, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted loudly:

"Sir, be careful all the way..."

Wang Anfeng walked slowly.

Carrying Jiang Shouyi's guqin on his back, looking at the vastness in the distance, let out a breath of white air, and said leisurely:
"Jianghu..."

PS: The second one is more...

(End of this chapter)