I have many teachers

Chapter 348 Wang's Tiance, Dad's 'Old Enemy' (7000 words) (11)

The warrior led the way, and Wang Anfeng followed behind, heading towards a pavilion.

The people who stayed in the same place looked at each other, one of the men had dark eyes, smiled lightly, and said: "Since His Highness is here, it is normal for Mr. Lin to be here, but I don't know why he sent someone here Invite Wang Shaoxia."

"And, look at this..."

He didn't go on, but everyone knew what he meant.

Looking at the appearance of the martial artist just now, there is a lot of unkindness in the visitor.

Another young girl from an aristocratic family laughed and said:
"But isn't Mr. Lin always in Tianjing City? I haven't seen the librarian before."

"I don't know, why is that so?"

The young girl had a charming face, she pursed her lips and smiled innocently, as if she had just said something carelessly out of curiosity. The young man who spoke earlier cursed inwardly, but shook his head gently on the face, saying:

"I don't know either."

He raised his eyes and looked at the people who were obscured by plum blossoms, and narrowed his eyes slightly
Far more than should not know.

With that person's status, the librarian is not even qualified to have a grudge against him.

Another man dressed as a knight-errant frowned slightly and said:
"Instead of being so curious, it's better to take a closer look."

Everyone looked slightly startled, and then heard the young martial artist say again: "Since that person never said not to approach, he chose to meet the librarian outside, which obviously means that he doesn't care about others watching."

"If you are not allowed to watch, then there should be guards over there, and you are not allowed to approach."

"Today is the banquet hosted by the emperor's eldest grandson. Moreover, with Mr. Lin's behavior, it is impossible to get angry because of these small things. If that is the case, why do you speculate here? Be timid, not for a man."

The girl's eyebrows changed, and she looked bright, and suddenly smiled and said:
"But, young man."

"I'm just a little girl, so what's wrong with being timid?"

The young warrior frowned, and felt that the words and deeds of the people around him were covered in a layer of fog. He was obviously still a teenager, and he should have moved forward with vigor, but he used other methods like this, which made him feel disgusted. With a slightly cold face, he didn't answer, just snorted, and strode towards the pavilion over there.

The man who spoke earlier watched the warrior go away, with a slight smile on his face and disdain in his eyes.

People in the rivers and lakes are really nothing but reckless.

No matter how high the martial arts are, it is just the fate of chess pieces.

After thinking about it, he found that what the martial artist said made some sense, and he was really curious in his heart, so he wanted to explore, but he didn't want to take risks alone, so he turned his eyes slightly, clapped his palms and smiled lightly, saying:
"The young hero just now has already talked about this."

"Since this is the case, we can't weaken the appearance of the aristocratic family. It's better to go with us..."

He pushed all the main matters to the young martial artist who was just talented. If he pursued it in the future, he could also say that he had to go because of the family's face and in order not to be underestimated by the people in the world.

The girl laughed lightly, looked at the young man of the family, and said:
"Young master Lu is dishonest..."

The voice paused slightly, then smiled again and said:

"However, who told you to invite me today?"

"Since this is the case, the little girl can't take off Mr. Lu's face. In the future, you must remember the little girl."

The young man surnamed Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that he had lost a little favor, but he could think of another matter, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of unhappiness in his heart. He just smiled slightly and said:

"Lu is naturally in love with Miss Cheng Su."

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This imperial courtyard was designed and built by skilled craftsmen in Fufeng, and it was designed and built with great effort. One scene at a time, one scene at a time, and the scenery is changed step by step. Among the most beautiful places, there are three in the center.

The pavilion in front of Wang Anfeng is just an ordinary one, but the scenery at this time is even more extraordinary than those three. Whether it is the bluestone path, the lake next to the pavilion, or the clusters of cold plums beside the road, they are all very natural, as if they are self-contained. One body of heaven and earth, and nothing to do with others.

A strange feeling rose in Wang Anfeng's heart.

It seems that even stepping into it will disrupt this peaceful and natural atmosphere, and it will not return to its original appearance.

At the end of the cold plum blossoms, there are pavilions standing with raised cornices. Under the pavilion, there is only one old man sitting at the table, cooking wine and watching the plum blossoms.

He was wearing a light gray double-breasted gown, his hair was not tied up in a bun, and his long gray hair was scattered back on his shoulders. His expression was flat, as if nothing in the world could make his eyes fluctuate.

There are many wrinkles on his face, and he looks like an ordinary old man.

But in Wang Anfeng's eyes, the strangeness ahead started from this old man.

This seems to be a self-contained world, among the cold plums, bluestones, pavilions, and lakes, there is an indistinguishable and indescribable "Qi" circulating, and the beginning and end of this breath are the old man.

Continuous circulation, forming a perfect 'samsara'.

The saber warrior seemed to have never seen the difference in this 'world', and his pace did not slow down at all, and he stepped into it with one step. It became more natural and huge, spreading a distance of three inches towards the outside.

This change was beyond Wang Anfeng's expectations, the scope of the 'world' touched his body, and immediately included him in it, and the invisible 'Qi' was circulating, from the cold plums beside him, from the bluestone, from the In the lake, it flowed through him and flowed out again, without the slightest difference.

Only this gas is getting stronger and stronger.

It seems that the participation and existence of Wang Anfeng made this 'world' more real and huge.

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, and then relaxed. The matter has come to this point, and there is no danger of retreating. At this time, the royal family is hosting a banquet, and there is no danger. He simply quickened his pace and followed.

His martial arts are not low, but in just a few breaths, he has already passed the winding stone steps, stepped on the two banks of cold plum trees, and walked to the pavilion. He saw the old man clearly, but found that he seemed to be getting more and more invisible clear.

There are many wrinkles on the man's face, obviously he is not young, but there is still black hair in the long hair, more like a middle-aged man, but if you look at his eyes, those eyes are so wide, so huge , as if looking at the whole world quietly, calmly like an old man who has seen the world, but purely like a child who has never seen the world.

Wang Anfeng has never seen so many "foreign ministers" in one person's face.

When he was looking at the old man, the old man also looked up at Wang Anfeng. Unlike the latter, he confirmed the identity of the boy almost instantly.

People like him no longer look at people with their eyes, but more with their hearts, and they can see more clearly. Faces can change, but people's "Qi" will not change anyway. His 'Qi' is very similar to the arrogant and arrogant boy 20 years ago, and he seems to be a blood relative.

Wang's Tiance...

Thinking about the past, the old man's expression did not change, he just said lightly:

"Shou Shu, why is it so late?"

Like a rock falling down.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng almost felt that the sky darkened instantly, and the body of the old man in front of him became taller and taller. In his eyes, only majesty remained, high above him, as if he was interrogating a mortal, staring at him coldly. There seemed to be countless people around him. Gossip, constantly whispering in his ears, made him lean over to confess his guilt, and let him cry bitterly to state his guilt.

In an instant, there was a huge Buddha sound resounding in my heart.

The murmurs in his ears disappeared in an instant, and Wang Anfeng's eyes regained clarity. Although the pressure around him was still huge, it was already difficult to suppress him too much. Using his internal strength, he made his body stand upright. Looking at the old man, he said, neither humble nor overbearing. :

"I don't want to come."

The old man casually asked: "My lord invited me, why don't you come?"

This sentence is said by Confucianism. The so-called adults mean elders.

As the words fell, the pressure became more and more enormous, almost as if the whole world was suppressed towards Wang Anfeng. The young man's complexion was slightly pale, and at this moment he almost had the urge to draw his sword.

He is a martial artist and a brilliant swordsman.

If he is confident that he draws his sword, he will definitely be able to directly chop this bound energy into pieces.

But he can't.

He also knew the status of the old man in front of him. His current status was the book collector of Fufeng Academy. If he acted recklessly, he would bring trouble to the academy. Although Master and the others might not care much about it, he himself did not allow it. Doing this by yourself, suppressing the intention of getting out of the sheath, and said slowly:

"The unnamed post is passed down, and there are guards holding knives. It's not polite, so I won't come."

The atmosphere was slightly stagnant.

Ten or so meters away, the hearts of those descendants of the aristocratic families who followed almost stopped beating.

How dare he...

The expression on the face of the sword-wielding warrior became more serious. Looking at Wang Anfeng, he had put the latter in his heart at this moment, equal to himself, or even stronger than himself. He knew that facing the pressure of the old man's questioning, Only then will he be more solemn, and there will be no lack of shock in his heart.

He can answer? !
The atmosphere became more and more dead silent, no one dared to speak, no one even dared to take a deep breath.

As if even the sound of breathing was a sin.

The old man chuckled, the originally dead and silent atmosphere instantly melted away like winter snow. It was obviously a cold weather, but everyone felt a strange warmth, and their backs were already covered with cold sweat. It was only a short moment before. It was the longest time they had ever experienced.

The old man looked at Wang Anfeng and said:
"In this way, the old man is indeed rude, and I will apologize to you here."

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this time would soon pass.

Then he saw that the old man flicked his sleeve and robe, the stove for cooking wine was turned off, and the clear wine poured out naturally and fell into the wine cup, then he opened his mouth again and said:
"Dongxuan, serve wine to Fufeng Library."

The word Fufeng has a particularly emphasized tone.

But only Wang Anfeng could hear it himself, what other people heard was just ordinary.

The saber warrior answered in a low voice, took the wine cup with both hands, turned around and walked down the pavilion, held it next to Wang Anfeng, looked at Wang Anfeng who seemed to have a stiff face, and said:

"Fufeng Library Keeper, please drink."

The wine is as calm as a lake.

Lines of sight fell on Wang Anfeng, because so many people came here, the "world" controlled by the old man became bigger and more real. In this world, all existences and their "qi" accumulated towards Wang Anfeng Coming over, the huge pressure made him almost out of breath.

The long sword behind him trembled slightly.

Sharp and sharp, as if about to come out of the sheath.

It's drinking, breaking something that has been sticking to it for a long time.

Or use the sword to put the school that protects you into an unjust place?
Wang Anfeng clenched his drooping palm slightly.

This scene was reflected in the eyes of the old man, without causing any waves.

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The back hall of the other courtyard.

'Laughing Tiger' Li Sheng sensed a change in the world in the front yard, and his expression changed slightly.

The pupils that were always smiling opened slightly, revealing a pair of pure white eyes. The whole courtyard seemed to be frozen by amber at this moment. The lanterns that were originally moved by the wind and the slightly swaying plum branches stopped instantly.

Even a plum blossom that fell to the ground stopped in the air and never fell again.

This trace of vision disappeared in an instant.

Li Sheng let out a long breath of turbid air, and the world returned to nature.

Thinking of the grievances and entanglements between Mr. Lin and the commander-in-chief more than 20 years ago, even though he has half-stepped on the threshold of the master, he still feels a little anxious and anxious. what.

If it is done by force, it will break the youth's vigor or the persistence in his heart...

Thinking of the consequences, Li Sheng felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

A young man without vigor, and a warrior without perseverance, these two things, just thinking about them, would make his heart tremble. If the heir of that person is destroyed here... Not being polite, he took two quick steps to the outside of Li Changxing's house, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a few breaths, the door opened, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old eunuch walked out. Seeing Li Sheng, he hurriedly saluted.

Li Sheng glanced inside, stabilized his voice, and said:

"Is Your Highness here?"

The little eunuch replied stiffly: "Yes, Your Highness is resting."

Li Sheng nodded slightly and said:

"Someone has something to discuss with His Highness, you go down."

Although Li Sheng is an eunuch, his martial arts are extremely good, and he used to accompany the current holy majesty in the past, on the saddle and behind the horse, fighting in the battlefield, and he didn't like the other eunuchs calling themselves our family, but like a general at the border, they often called "some" by mouth. The emperor's favor and prestige were very strong, the little eunuch naturally didn't dare to say anything, so he saluted again and stepped back carefully.

Li Sheng stood at the door, straightened his clothes, took a long breath, and stepped in.

Li Changxing was sitting on the bed, playing with the 'Thousand Qiao Ball' in his hand boredly. When he saw Li Sheng coming in, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "Grandpa Sheng, is it still lively outside? That... no, I mean, But there are some handsome people here?"

The young man's face was tensed, his appearance was normal.

Li Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile:
"Many have come. For example, the Fufeng library guard is outside now."

Li Changxing's eyes lit up slightly, and he was a little disappointed again.

Li Shengquan assumed he had never seen it, and said:

"Your Highness, do you want to go out and have a look?"

Li Changxing hesitated, then sighed, "Grandpa Sheng, you are not allowed to tell grandpa and father."

"I'm really going to take a look first, but according to the rules, it's not time for me to show up..."

Li Sheng pretended to think, and seemed to think of something, and said with a smile:

"The old slave also has a way."

"Most of the people out there have never seen His Highness's real face, so why don't you change into casual clothes, make a little disguise, just treat it as a foreign guest, take a tour of it, wait until the time is almost there, and then come back and change into a uniform, how about ?”

Li Changxing was greatly moved when he heard this.

The eunuch smiled and looked at the excited grandson of the emperor in front of him, and his anxiety eased a little. He raised his eyes to look at the side where the world had changed, and opened them slightly.

No matter how much the old man is trusted by the emperor, no matter how famous he is in the world.

As long as you see His Highness, you will definitely not mess around again.

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In Fufeng Academy.

The old master, who was wearing a white cotton gown, sat on the bed without a shape, with a desk next to him.

He was playing chess, against himself.

He raised his hand to hold the black characters, and scratched his hair with his left hand, making his white hair a little messy.

With a sigh, he still fell.

Pieces in a row of five pieces turned out to be just backgammon for children to play, but this famous old man played with all his concentration, his forehead was covered with sweat, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat, stood up, looked at the sky outside, Fu looked at the seemingly ordinary chess pieces on the table, smacked his mouth, and stepped out of the courtyard.

Another step, already outside the academy.

The right hand broke a branch at will.

The plum branch is held obliquely, with three Samuumes on it.

Straight down, sharp as a sword.

In the entire city of Fufeng County, the place with the best and most abundant plum blossoms is the imperial courtyard.

The old man looked up into the distance and raised his right foot.

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On the long street, Yan Ling dressed in red clothes and galloped on horses.

His brows furrowed tightly.

He was busy with the details of the case before, so he didn't know that Wang Anfeng was also invited to this banquet. He knew that Wang Anfeng's nature would definitely be extremely uncomfortable in a place full of officialdom, and with his current reputation, he would definitely attract people. Various forces.

He had suffered that kind of treatment before, so he knew that Wang Anfeng would definitely not like it.

It will even be so boring that you want to go crazy.

Yan Ling let out a long breath, his brows were furrowed. Two years ago, Wang Anfeng was named in the Ministry of Punishment and participated in the night inspections. Now he can be picked out from the chaotic Vanity Fair with this name.

At most, he was scolded by the chief arrester and demoted without pay.

Who cares?

With this thought in mind, Fu swung the whip heavily on the mount under his crotch, making it even faster.

From a distance, you can see the sea of ​​ten-mile plums in the imperial courtyard.

Already close at hand.

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"Why, the librarian looks down on my glass of wine, does he dislike the taste of it?"

Wang Anfeng didn't take the wine for a long time, the old man raised his eyes and spoke lightly.

"This wine is brewed by the old man himself, so it may not be able to enter your mouth."

"Dongxuan, just fall..."

The warrior said in a deep voice, and sure enough, he stood up, holding the cup, and was about to dump it to the side. Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, raised his hand to stop him, and said:

"Stay here."

The warrior with the saber paused slightly, and the wine in the cup did not shake in the slightest.

Wang Anfeng struggled in his heart.

This is different from what he thought about the sword before. For these things, letting go of these things by oneself and being forced to let go by external forces are two completely different realm choices. Although he doesn't know what will happen after he drinks this glass of wine , But the originally clear and innocent state of mind cannot be restrained, and it will bear a layer of dust.

One step back today, one step back tomorrow.

One day there will be no turning back.

It is time to draw the sword.

With one sword, the cup of wine was smashed to pieces!
Express your heart and mind in your life!

But to act like this will inevitably put the academy at a disadvantage.

Although the school is big and the master is strong, they are still under the rule of Daqin.

Xuegong has never let him down. How could he do such a thing? No longer clear.

This will not only affect martial arts practice.

Wang Anfeng looked calm, raised his hand slowly, and took the glass of wine. The aroma of the wine was tangy, and he looked at the old man with a straight back and a sharp body. He became more violent and sharp, and said slowly:

"I'll take this wine."

"Since it is the wine of apology, how to deal with it is naturally mine."

"What do you think sir?"

The old man chuckled, his smile was very shallow, but quite pleasant.

The person in front of him has never succumbed to the suppression of the grandmaster-level aura. Even in the desperate situation, he is still looking for a way to break the game. Although it is just a matter of playing, it also makes him unconsciously miss the past and his original opponent.

At that time, he was not as old as he is now.

Fu raised his eyes again, and glanced at the incense burning in front of him.

The fragrance was about to end, and some regret appeared in the depths of the old man's eyes, and he said lightly:

"Of course, you can also transfer this glass of wine to others."

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step sideways, and looked to the side. Wherever he could see, the person who was very enthusiastic about him just now either lowered his gaze, or turned his gaze away, or just smiled lightly, without saying a word, as if he had never seen To Wang Anfeng's eyes.

This scene was beyond Wang Anfeng's expectations.

What they want to meet, in the final analysis, is someone who can bring benefits.

It doesn't matter whether that person is righteous or evil, whether that person is the librarian or Mr. Lin.

Wang Anfeng turned around and looked at the old man and the warrior holding the horizontal knife. He let out a long breath, arched his hands, held the wine cup with a big gift, and said lightly:
"Since ancient times, the emperor's heaven and soil have nurtured all things. Today, this wine is given. The younger generation dare not drink alone."

"Let's have a cup to sacrifice to heaven."

After saying that, he turned his wrist, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he poured the old man's own brewed and boiled wine directly. There was a trace of surprise in the old man's eyes, while the warrior named Dongxuan was wide-eyed. In the eyes, in the depths of the eyes, there was a hint of anger rising.

The palm resting on the handle of the horizontal knife almost instinctively used force.

Amidst the sharp and chilling sound of the saber, the saber, even with its sheath, slashed towards Wang Anfeng.

The original 'potential' was broken.

Taking action at this time is a counterattack, not a provocation. Wang Anfeng's eyes lit up slightly, and he took a long breath. He was suppressed before, disturbed by this chaos, and all kinds of depression in this Vanity Fair burst out at this moment. He raised his right hand directly, He held it on the hilt behind his back.

The saber was drawn out of its sheath.

Severely killing, the sound of swords that could almost be called violence rose into the sky.

The collision of the two weapons with their scabbards attracted the guards around them, and when they saw the old man, they stopped in their tracks. Within a radius of several feet, one knife and one sword collided like lightning, tearing in all directions like a torn silk. But for some reason, it has never had the slightest impact on this world, and even the sound is restricted to this world.

In the midst of the explosion, the knife and the sword collided tightly.

Dong Xuan fixed his eyes on Wang Anfeng.

He was adopted by his husband since he was a child, and he regards him as a teacher and a father. Wang Anfeng's behavior just now is almost equivalent to humiliation in his eyes, and said coldly:

"How dare you..."

At this time, Wang Anfeng's depression disappeared, only his youthful spirit remained. He glanced at the old man over there, and said loudly:
"Sacrificing to heaven and earth has been done since ancient times!"

"Wang doesn't know, what's wrong!"

What he is doing now is just to fight back in self-defense, which is justifiable, so he doesn't worry about it anymore.

At this moment, the old man nodded slightly, and suddenly flicked his sleeves, another cup of sake shot out, and said lightly:

"The second cup, offering sacrifices to the ground."

After saying that, the second glass of wine shattered, and the liquid sank into the ground.

"The third cup, offering sacrifices to the ancestors, offering sacrifices to the Holy Juxue."

When the wine falls to the ground, under the flying plums, the aroma is mellow, making people almost drunk without drinking.

"The fourth cup, let's drink."

Clear wine spurts out.

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, he knew that the old man in front of him seemed to want to let him drink this glass of wine today, let him break his own rules, and wanted to get away, but the strength of the warrior in front of him suddenly increased, and it was difficult to break free for a while , It just set off a wave of anger for no reason.

The wine came towards Wang Anfeng's mouth like a swimming dragon.

For some reason, he actually had the urge to open his mouth to drink the wine in his heart, which was hard to contain.

The sword in his hand almost felt like it was unsheathed.

But before the wooden sword was unsheathed, there was already a clanging sound, and it exploded suddenly.

A flash of silvery sword light flashed like a thunderbolt, and the wine, like a swimming dragon, was cut open from the middle in the blink of an eye.The clear smell of wine scattered on the sword's edge, giving off a bit of icy warmth.

In the originally self-contained 'world', another completely different 'qi' also appeared.

There was no slight fluctuation in the old man's eyes.

In front of his eyes, the sandalwood had just burned out at this moment, and the time since the sound of the sword sounded was almost exactly the same, as if it had been agreed upon.

There was a touch of alienation and fatigue in his eyes.

The rest of the bystanders were stunned.

No.3 The person who wears a weapon...

Moreover, he dared to draw his sword today, when the grandson of the emperor gave a banquet, and even dared to draw his sword in front of that gentleman.

Their hearts almost stopped beating.

Crazy? !

Does she really know, does she know the consequences of drawing the sword here today? !

A series of sluggish gazes watched the wine scatter, almost turning into a Mohist organist. What they saw today was so deviant that they could hardly react.

Buzz!
When the wine was about to scatter, the plain white long sword groaned softly, its entangled energy wrapped around the wine like black silk, the edge of the sword tilted slightly, the cold wine slid down the spine, the blade was as cold as the moon , but the girl with the sword seems to be more eye-catching than Mingyue.

With just a slight opening of the mouth, the clear liquid did not scatter, and all of it was drunk by the girl. A little bit of pink gradually appeared on the fair face, and a pair of brown pupils were shining brightly.

After drinking, he waved his hand, and there was a loud chant, and his white right hand lightly tapped on the long sword, which was thrown behind his back.

The black hair was like a waterfall, loosely tied on the left shoulder, but the girl of seventeen or eighteen years old smiled generously at the boy's slightly dull gaze, bright and incomparable:

"Wang Anfeng, I haven't seen you for two years, have you ever missed me?"

The voice paused slightly, then laughed again, and said firmly:
"You must want to!"

PS: More than 7000 words today, two chapters in one...

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