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Chapter 322 News (12)

Take this altar of wine back to Shaolin Temple.

This was prepared for Uncle Li. Since he left Daliang Village more than two years ago, he has never seen Uncle Li again. If it wasn't for a bird occasionally coming back with some news, he would have thought that this Something happened to the old man who watched him grow up.

However, at this time, he already had a sixth-grade internal strength, and his cultivation gradually deepened, and he also realized how unfathomable what Li Bo did back then.

In a few days, he created a set of Leibu's top skills.

This method, the more advanced the martial arts, the more unpredictable the abyss.

With Li Bo's martial arts, the world is so big, where can't he get it?There is no need for him to worry.

But, I still really want to see him...

I don't know if Li Bo is still drinking bad wine all day long like he was in Daliang Village.

Wang Anfeng sat at the table in a daze for a long time, and just now he calmed down the thoughts in his heart, glanced aside, raised his hand to hold the ink knife lying on the table, and flicked the blade with his fingers.

The sound of the knife is clear and clear.

He slashed out two sabers smoothly, piercing the air fiercely, the blades were all white, it seemed that the temperature in the room dropped a lot in an instant, Wang Anfeng put the saber in front again, holding the saber in his right hand, and lightly brushed the trembling blade with his left hand, whispering road:
"It's a pity, you are the blade of the sword maniac, I can't use you all the time."

"I'm wronged you to stay on the mountain for a while."

The ink knife seemed to be psychic and trembled.

Wang Anfeng turned his wrist, and the Buddhist beads emitted a misty brilliance. This heavy weapon disappeared from the young man's hands like a phantom.

Not only this ink knife, but even that unruly but lazy red skinny horse was sent back to the Shaolin Temple by Wang Anfeng yesterday. After all, the knife maniac has done such a big thing now, and he is famous these days Terrifyingly, the warriors in the Bulao Pavilion are going crazy, looking for traces of Dao Madness.

Although if they really saw Dao Kuang, they would probably be more honest than domestic dogs.

But Wang Anfeng really didn't want to get into any trouble.

Last night, news came from Gongsun Jing that Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian had arrived in Fufeng County, as he had imagined, successfully entered the school, and Gongsun Jing also had a "fatal" friendship with the elder of Bulao Pavilion .

He no longer needs to dress up like a knife maniac to attract the attention of Bulaoge.

And Dao Kuang's attire is too bright, black clothes, black sword, red horse, expression indifferent, serious.

At the very least, for quite a long time, he would no longer be able to ride that skinny horse and wield that heavy knife...

However, Shaolin Temple has a vast territory, and it is enough to make nonsense if you think about it.

Wang Anfeng shook his head. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the third master, the handsome thief who was full of faces, and the skinny horse who liked to put on airs, and an extremely bad feeling rose in his heart for no reason. .

That stinky horse already has a bad temper, if it hangs around with the third master all day, what will it look like next time it comes out...? !

No, it shouldn't be...

Wang Anfeng's complexion turned slightly pale.

No matter how boring the third master is, it is impossible to teach a horse to make noodles... right? !
Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Wang Anfeng raised his right hand, the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist lighted up slightly, and said:

"Second Master?"

Almost instantly, a kind old man's voice sounded in his ears, saying:
"What's the matter, Xiaofeng?"

"Why did you contact Shaolin Temple at this time today? Do you want to eat something?"

The old man's voice was kind and smiling.

The speed of time in Shaolin Temple was originally much slower than that of Daqin Jianghu outside, but for some reason, Mr. Ying has already synchronized the time, only when Wang Anfeng entered it to practice, it will be stretched again, which makes the young man feel miserable every time. The time of cultivation is like a year, passing extremely slowly.

If you want to talk about the reason, Hong Luoyu once asked the scribes.

At that time, the latter was full of disgust and disdain, and said with a sneer:
"That kid is already stupid enough, if you slow down three times, you will be too stupid."

Afterwards, the thief almost subconsciously opened his mouth, and replied, don't you just look at him when you have nothing to do?
Then on the second day, Wu Changqing and Yuan Ci saw the god thief who was the world's best thief with lightness kung fu, his face was pale, he was hanging in the air retching, his whole body was listless, like a dehydrated sea fish.Wu Changqing personally diagnosed it as vain breath and weak heartbeat.

This kind of symptom often appears in the juniors who are taken to fly by their elders for the first time and cannot stand the speed.

After that day, the time of Daqin and Shaolin became the same, so Wu Changqing could also use Shaolin's time to judge Wang Anfeng's behavior and guess whether the boy was hungry.

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said:
"No……"

"I just want to ask, Second Master, Third Master, where is he now..."

Wu Changqing noticed that the boy's voice seemed to be hesitant, and he was a little curious in his heart. He looked around and said:

"Falling Feather..."

"He's not on the mountain now."

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief, with a slight smile on his face, and said:
"No more, that's good."

Wu Changqing hummed, slightly puzzled, but thought of one more thing, and added:
"He took your horse for a ride..."

In the inn, the young man's relaxed face instantly froze.

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Shaolin Temple World Polar Region.

This world was broken once by Mr. Ying himself, but after such a long time, it has been assembled with the help of aura. It is not as vast and boundless as before, and it is considered complete.

The sky and the earth here are gloomy, and as far as the eye can see, there are all snow fields and ice peaks, a lonely and cold scene.

The cold dry snow was swept by the north wind like a knife, this wind and snow blew the black hair of Hong Luoyu and the mane of the red horse.

The handsome thief raised his head, with a sad but firm face, and said:
"As a horse with a dream, you should walk through the coldest place in the world and the longest desert."

"You should step on everything in this world before you can surpass all mounts."

"If they dare to show their prestige in front of you, you don't have to go back to him, just raise your head, give it two nostrils, and ask it..."

"Are you worthy?"

"No, you are not worthy..."

The red skinny horse's eyes widened, as if it had been enlightened, and the eyes were shining. When it raised its head, two streams of white air came out of its nostrils. It kept hitting the ice field with its front hooves, obviously extremely excited.

The mane trembles, like a flame, which is extremely conspicuous on this snow field, attracting the wild beasts that automatically appear in the rules.

Seven or eight white bears approached slowly.

Hong Luoyu withdrew his gaze, sneered, and solemnly said:
"Now, the first step..."

"Clean them up!"

The red skinny horse hissed in extreme excitement, and a raging flame ignited on its body.

In an extremely brutal way, he rushed towards those ferocious beasts.

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On the second floor of the inn, Wang Anfeng was lying on the bed, his face full of weakness.

It's too late.

That 'extraordinarily talented' stinky horse has already been targeted by the third master.

At the same time, on the first floor downstairs, a little Taoist priest who was only fourteen or fifteen years old walked in.

Standing upright with a bamboo hairpin and carrying a large and small bag to salute, it was half the size of a person, which made this little Taoist priest even more petite, with a fair face, eyebrows as pale as distant mountains, and pupils like stars. When the eyes are flowing, Gu Pan shines.

Xiao Er came up to meet him, almost dazzled by the little Taoist's face, his heart was beating wildly, but found the Adam's apple in the Taoist's throat at the next moment, as if he had eaten a bug, his complexion was ugly, and he forced a smile:

"This priest, do you want housing or food?"

The little Taoist bowed his hands and said:

"Excuse me, Xiaodao doesn't eat or live, just want to get some news."

"I don't know if the little brother has seen this person these days?"

While talking, he pulled out a scroll from the cuff on the right and slowly opened it. On it was a handsome Taoist priest about 20 years old, with lazy eyes and always smiling. He was riding a gray donkey, which was rare in the past. Toshihiko's appearance.

Thinking about it carefully, he still shook his head and said:
"I'm sorry, little Taoist priest, this Taoist priest looks like this, if he has been here before, it is impossible for the villain to not be impressed."

"But there is really no clue."

The little Taoist's eyes dimmed.

At this moment, Xiao Er actually felt a heartache and self-blame in his heart, as if he had done something outrageous and unreasonable, and felt ashamed.

The little Taoist arched his hands towards Xiao Er, saluted meticulously, and said:

"Then, thank you very much."

Then he smiled at the little errand, turned around and went out, carrying a bulging package, behind the errand stood blankly for a long time, and went back to the back hall like a walking dead. He slapped himself hard with his hand, almost crying bitterly.

"Father, mother, my son can't cut off the incense in our family..."

Outside the inn, the little Taoist sighed, raised his hand to touch his Adam's apple, the corner of his mouth raised a slight smug arc, then corrected his attitude, looked up at the sky, sighed, and complained softly:

"Brother, you are an idiot, you are definitely too lazy to make a school logo..."

"Hmm... According to my senior brother's temperament, he can lie down without moving, and he likes to eat, so he will definitely not go to remote places... You must have good tea..."

After thinking about it, I found a direction and moved on.

The second floor of the inn.

The Buddha beads on Wang Anfeng's wrist suddenly shimmered, the young man was taken aback for a moment, thinking it was the masters, but found that the stream of light was a bit dim, obviously it did not come from Shaolin Temple.

It's just that I don't know if it's Gongsun Jing or that young man of a different race.

Wang Anfeng was a little distracted.

Speaking of which, he hadn't contacted the young man of the foreign race for some time, so he was more or less his subordinate... I don't know how these days are going?

When he lost his mind, his left hand brushed over the Buddhist beads.

The shimmer fades.

A middle-aged man's voice sounded in Wang Anfeng's ears, and he respectfully said Young Master, as if hesitating extremely, and then slowly opened his mouth after a while.

Wang Anfeng's peaceful face froze instantly.

Gongsun Jing only said one sentence.

"Young master, Miss Tan... has passed away."

PS; today's first update is presented......

Then, Miss Tan died on hold seven days after the plot in Xidingzhou, almost at the time when Wang Anfeng completed the plot.

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