I have many teachers

Chapter 347 Putting down the 'sword' (four thousand words) (22)

"I don't know, but the young man is my Fufeng Book Keeper?"

A long laugh came from behind Wang Anfeng. A young man dressed in a moon-white gown and holding a folding fan paced towards him. He clasped his fists and smiled slightly:

"I'm Fufeng Song Xiuran, I've met the young hero."

The young man in front of him had a gentle smile and was well educated and reasonable. Wang Anfeng had no choice but to return the gift and said:
"It's Wang."

Song Xiuran smiled slightly, raised his hand to pretense, and said gently:

"To be able to meet the book collector today is a blessing. If you don't dislike it, why not go with you?"

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the young man in front of him.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

What is problematic is the confident look in this young man's eyes. Wang Anfeng is confident that he will not refuse him, confident that he will get something from this trip, like a chess player looking at a big dragon that is about to be eaten, which makes Wang Anfeng unstoppable A little resentment emerged.

This young man is not to know 'Wang Anfeng'.

Not even to get to know 'Shou Shu'.

All he needs to know is the bravery who broke through the hundred-story support building yesterday, and the honor and benefits of walking side by side with this bravery.

He doesn't even need to pay anything, he just needs to let the rest of the people see this scene, and use it a little, he can get huge benefits in the family battle, no matter who this 'valor' belongs to, no matter whether that person is right or wrong, What he likes and what he has done, it doesn't make any difference to him.

Even if it is a person with bloody hands, he can still come forward with a gentle and decent smile.

Song Xiuran looked at Wang Anfeng with a calm and confident face.

He had collected information last night.

Fufeng Bookkeeper, Wang Anfeng, became famous two years ago, known as the best swordsmanship among Fufeng's peers.

He is sincere, knowledgeable and courteous, and extremely gentle.

It can be said that he is a gentleman.

Oh...a gentleman...

He sneered in his heart, showing a little bit of disdain, but the expression on his face became more and more mellow, and even because Wang Anfeng didn't answer for a long time, he even showed three points of doubt just right, saying:
"Wang Shaoxia?"

Wang Anfeng's eyes were peaceful, he fixedly looked at the gentle and polite young man, but didn't speak.

Song Xiuran felt a little uncomfortable, and the gentle smile on his face was difficult to maintain. For some reason, a little uneasiness rose in his heart, as if he had forgotten something extremely important. The sword on the neck.

Wang Anfeng looked up at him.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and there is a quiet smile, but the pair of black pupils are very cold.

Like a heavy weapon in the hands of a guard.

"Mr. Song is such a juggler, Wang really dislikes him."

"please."

He spoke like this.

Like the long sword in his hand, it is straight and sharp, hitting the vital point directly.

No affection left.

Song Xiuran's expression froze slightly, and the expressions of the people around who were concerned about this matter also changed slightly, and they calmed down for a moment, but they were actually taken aback in their hearts, and they withdrew their original intentions.

People in fancy clothes sneered as they watched Song Xiuran leave in embarrassment.

But there is no luck in their hearts.

If his own family stepped forward, the result would be the same.

It's just that I don't know why, just two years have passed, why did the book collector who was originally sincere and respectful become so ruthless, and the sharpness of his words was almost like a knife.

But in a blink of an eye, it occurred to him that yesterday, facing the emperor's eldest grandson and Yu Wenze, the librarian only saluted from a distance, and then directly performed lightness kung fu and left.

It's normal to be so careless.

At this point in my mind, I let go of my original doubts, but I just feel that it is tricky, and I feel that the original plan may need some changes, but the desire for friendship has not weakened in the slightest. Leaving aside the future, now Fufeng, Wang Anfeng is the hottest person.

Song Xiuran was directly accused of breaking the law and left in embarrassment.

But the unspeakable dull disgust in Wang Anfeng's heart grew more and more.

That feeling didn't come from Song Xiuran alone, everyone here was exuding that feeling that almost instinctively disgusted him, as if he had fallen into a boundless ocean, but the water was It was a lifeless darkness, with no starlight, no moonlight, and no great sun around.

Only there is that dull and oppressive feeling of darkness and restraint, which is like a shadow.

Even the sea of ​​plum blossoms that I liked so much seemed to be covered with a layer of dull color, and it was no longer light and beautiful.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and loosened his collar, subconsciously quickened his pace, and walked towards the backyard.

When he didn't come in before, he still felt that the imperial family's other courtyard, the ten-mile plum blossom forest, was like a fairyland, but now he just didn't like it. He didn't know why the royal family built this other courtyard so big, and the roads were turning around. It feels like a long road ahead.

Unfortunately, this place is still the land of the royal family, so you can't use lightness skills to gallop and gallop, you can only walk forward slowly.

Breathing out, his mood was like a lake, Wang Anfeng suppressed this feeling of being restrained, and never showed it on his face. In order to divert his attention, he let his mind be like a bird, thinking wildly.

I don't know if Miss Xue will receive my message.

There are also Baili them.

If this news will be spread throughout Daqin, then no matter where Li Bo is now, he must be able to hear the news. I wonder how the old man is doing during this time?
There are also Qin Fei, Ting Yun, and Huangfu and Xiahou who met at the young phoenix banquet when they first walked the rivers and lakes.

Thinking that so many familiar people would know about his crazy thing, Wang Anfeng's ears started to feel feverish again, he threw away these distracting thoughts, focused on the banquet itself, and thought of the matter of the emperor's eldest grandson. Intent, think of the reason why these people's attitude is so warm.

And what revealed his identity was the long sword that had not been untied behind his back.

Are rules really that important?

In Wang Anfeng's mind, for some reason, a thought that he had never had before rose up. He had never doubted the orders of the teachers before, and he was never obsessed with whether the order was right or wrong, but the thought in his heart was extremely strong.

Mr. Ying asked him to carry the long sword on his back all the time to make him familiar with the wooden sword.

But then what?
This sword has already resonated with him. It can be said that there is no second person in the world who is familiar with this long sword like him. With five fingers clasped together, no matter when, he will not lose the center of gravity of the long sword in his hand, and the direction of the sword edge. Do whatever you want, all your strength will not be wasted in the slightest.

But then what?
Why continue?

Is it to make your own will sharp?Is it to understand the truth of swordsmanship?

Or is it to make one's own energy and spirit the same as the sword?

However, what these actions affect is the heart of the warrior.

If the heart is as sharp as a sword, why stick to certain established rules?

Warriors use their spirit as their top priority.

Zen Buddhism uses the mind to imprint the mind, a method that is passed on from outside the Dharma. As soon as the state of mind changes, the aura of the whole body will naturally change accordingly, but this change is from the inside out, so subtle that others can't see any difference at all.

Before Wang Anfeng could continue to think, several people had already surrounded him.

There is a generally friendly smile on the face.

"Wang Shaoxia..."

In Shaolin Temple.

The scribe, who was lazily sitting on the bamboo chair, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his eyes from the book.

At this time, Hong Luoyu was having fun with the red skinny horse in the desert, Yuan Ci closed his eyes and meditated, and fell into meditation, while Wu Changqing was nestled in the pharmacy contemplating a new medicine, even though he looked up at this time, there was no one After answering the words, she was silent for a while, and had no choice but to look back, as if nothing had happened, and looked at the contents of the book.

The book that I was able to read just now is completely nonsense now, I just feel that the person who wrote this book is simply the first-class idiot in the world.

Yuan Ci, who was meditating with her eyes closed, opened her eyes and said peacefully:

"What happened?"

The scribe paused for a while, as if he was too lazy to raise his eyes, he just sneered and said:
"That stupid boy finally got his head around..."

"It took three full years to get to that step, heh, it's just stupid."

Shaking his head, the scribe looked back at the contents of the book with disdain.

Nodding slightly.

Well, the person who wrote this book is a bit stupid though.

But if you ignore those stupid things, you can still take a look.

Have you reached that step?
Yuanci's expression changed slightly. When he noticed a slight change in Wang Anfeng's aura through the Buddhist beads, he finally understood what the scribes meant. His eyes showed a look of relief, and said:

"Three or four years, it's not too late to reach that step."

When practicing martial arts, warriors must first hone their muscles and bones, rely on sharp weapons, seek from external objects, and then gradually deepen their cultivation, from the outside to the inside, and seek from themselves. The profound principles of martial arts, on the contrary, will be trapped in the original state for life, and can only live in the shadow of the ancestors for a lifetime, and there is nothing in martial arts that belongs to oneself.

They didn't understand these things, but they couldn't tell Wang Anfeng directly.

As Zen Buddhism says, seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is a mountain.

At the beginning and at the end, you see mountains as mountains, but in the final state, after seeing thousands of mountains, you have worn out countless straw sandals, felt countless blood bubbles, and fallen countless times. How many times have you been hurt before you can see it? What others say is just passing by, leaving no traces in his heart.

There are too many roads in this world, and you have to go through them yourself before you can understand them.

It cannot be said in words, it can only be realized by oneself.

Got it, just got it.

On the bluestone, the monk clasped his hands together and chanted softly, saying:

"Amitabha……"

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In Fufeng County · Royal Courtyard.

Surrounded by people, Wang Anfeng could barely move.

Among these people, there are beautiful girls, there are quite straightforward Jianghu men, and there are also rich and handsome young chivalrous sons.

Surround him all around, but say some irrelevant gossip.

However, Wang Anfeng didn't show any intentions, Wang Anfeng couldn't get rid of them, just now he was comprehending something, when he was stopped by these people, those little thoughts just now disappeared without a trace like fireflies at sunrise, and the depression in his heart became even worse.

But these people didn't know about it, and he couldn't vent his anger on them because of emotion and reason.

So my heart became more and more dull.

"Book collector, please stay for a while."

In addition to the crowd, a person walked up and pushed away the men and women of the aristocratic families around Wang Anfeng. Wang Anfeng only felt that the surrounding air became much more comfortable. After taking a deep breath, he saw that the person also had a handle straddling his waist. Long Dao, tall and extraordinary, obviously has extremely advanced martial arts.

His expression was indifferent, and he didn't even look at the glaring eyes of the wealthy people around him. When he saw Wang Anfeng, he casually clasped his fists and saluted, and said lightly:
"Book collector, Mr. Lin wants you to go and have a look."

The expressions of the surrounding people changed.

Since today is the banquet hosted by the emperor's eldest grandson, they naturally did their homework early on, knowing who they can make friends with and who they can't offend. This Mr. Lin is one of the three people who must never offend. On this point, as long as From the saber warrior in front of him, three points can be seen.

The low-pitched complaints caused by the warrior's brutal behavior just now disappeared in an instant.

This garden is eerily quiet.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at the saber warrior in front of him. He saw the latter's right hand was held on the handle of the saber, and saw that the saber slightly popped out an inch. Visible anomalous changes.

High-quality warriors.

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The man held the handle of the knife in one hand, his expression was indifferent, he opened his mouth to repeat what he just said, his voice paused, and he said again:

"Mr Lim values ​​etiquette above all else, especially punctuality."

Wang Anfeng and the man looked at each other for a few breaths, and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, only feeling that the atmosphere that made him feel very dull was getting stronger.

Exhaling this breath, there seemed to be a flame burning between his lungs, which made him feel very uncomfortable. The five fingers of his right hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and then closed.

The comprehension just now was mixed in the breath, and within one foot of Wang Anfeng's body, there seemed to be the sound of a sword sound.

Everyone's instincts were stimulated, the hairs on their necks exploded, their faces were slightly pale, but they didn't know what happened, and they didn't know why they had such a reaction.

Only the saber warrior noticed the abnormality, and his pupils shrank instantly.

In his eyes, Wang Anfeng, who was still a bit dull just now, was almost like a sword out of its sheath, so fierce that he felt a little tingling between his brows.

The dignified aura created by words and actions just now was instantly shattered, and there was almost an urge to retreat for a moment, and by virtue of his own will, just now he restrained it.

The two had already clashed once silently, but it didn't cause any vision, but the surrounding plum blossoms shook slightly, shaking off a few plum blossoms.

The sword-wielding warrior frowned slightly, and took a deep look at Wang Anfeng, his expression a little more solemn.

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes and said:
"lead the way."

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