I have many teachers

Chapter 365 Who Am I (22)

Yizhuang was originally a room in a Taoist temple.

Hong Feibai half-kneeled on the ground, looking at the girl in the coffin. The girl's black hair fell loose, covering part of the hideous wound. The blood on her face had been wiped clean by the old man, so if you ignore the blood on the girl now If so, she looks like she's just asleep.

Yes, just fell asleep.

It's like practicing martial arts with her in the mountains in the past, like she watched her practicing swords in the past, tired of watching and waiting, and then bent her knees and sat on the bluestone under the old tree.

Just like that, I closed my eyes in the warm spring breeze, waiting for myself to finish practicing the sword, and waiting for the sun to dim.

Then he waited for him to carry her back to the door under the mountain.

Waiting for Master's impatient scolding and Teacher's wife's laughter, waiting for the meal that always seems to be freshly prepared...

She can never wait.

Hong Feibai clenched his teeth, his eyes widened, bloodshot eyes.

He didn't cry, he didn't want to cry when he saw his junior sister for the last time.

"That's embarrassing, isn't it..."

His palm brushed across the girl's cold forehead.

In the inner room, the old man sighed, stood up, and slowly walked out of the narrow room like a coffin. He looked at the young man who was half kneeling in front of the coffin, his body trembling slightly, but stopped again. He wanted to comfort him. The young man glanced at him, but at this moment, he felt that there was no need for him to go there.

This is their story. As an outsider and a bad old man, what can I say?

In this story, I am just a passerby.

The old man laughed at himself, shook his head, turned and went back to the inner room.

Give this last time to Hong Feibai.

Because the girl was involved in the murder case, Wu Zuo sprinkled a secret medicine on the corpse, so the corpse could not change for more than ten days, but also because of this medicine, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, the girl's body will quickly decay.

So that drug has a nice name.

The old man is lying on the bed.

Beauty and bones.

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The martial artist dressed in a black mask trembled in his heart, took a deep breath, and forcibly stabilized his state of mind. His eyes became cold, and he looked at Wang Anfeng with a hoarse voice, saying:

"Want to die?"

His hand holds a sword.

The body is straight, the eyes are darkly closed, the body is heavy, and the voice is indifferent:

"Dare to stand in front of someone."

Wang Anfeng looked at the familiar mask and said:
"So-and-so? I also want to ask Gao's surname and name."

The man lifted his chin slightly and said lightly:

"I'm sorry..."

His heart has stabilized, because Wang Anfeng "never caught up with him" when he was chasing him before. At this time, after a moment of panic, he still stubbornly believes that Wang Anfeng's lightness kung fu is inferior to him. Here, it's just luck.

If he used lightness kung fu by himself, he would definitely be able to escape, so his voice was calm and confident.

"Uneasy?"

Even with Wang Anfeng's state of mind, he was almost so angry that he laughed out loud at this moment, as if there was a fire burning in his heart, he was too lazy to entangle with this person, his figure split into light and shadow, and he pulled out several lines in front of the other party in an instant. The afterimage didn't draw the sword, and smashed the wooden sword with its sheath in his hand.

The scabbard of this wooden sword is specially made to suppress the aura of the magic weapon in the sword and prevent it from leaking out, and it is extremely heavy.

Paired with Wang Anfeng's strength, it is not inferior to ordinary heavy weapons. When the first contact was made, the inner strength and body protection strength of the warrior had already been scattered. And the slightest, revealing the man's face.

The second blow landed hard on the man's mouth, knocking out all of his steel teeth.

Under the teaching of some veterans in the Shaolin Temple, his ruthlessness is no less than that of the veterans.

Let the other side have no way to commit suicide first.

Then find a way to abolish the ability to act, and then slowly adjust it.

In the end, it was really impossible to throw it to Shaolin Temple to relieve the master's boredom.

Wang Anfeng ignored that last sentence.

Killing is nothing more than nodding, no matter what, you always practice Zen and martial arts, these compassions are still there.

That 'difficult to calm down' reacted almost instantly, knowing that he had met a real master.

As a seventh-rank martial artist, he is not powerless to resist. His inner strength is raised rapidly, and his mighty inner strength surges like an angry dragon. The palm on the hilt of the sword is about to pull out the sword.

But at this moment, Wang Anfeng seemed to be a prophet, he raised his right hand at will, and at the moment when the opponent's strength had converged to the limit and was about to explode, he pressed it on the back of the opponent's palm holding the sword hilt.

His eyes were slightly opened, and he gave a low drink.

With an unreasonable attitude, the distance as if a wrestler opened a mountain, ruthlessly pressed back the hilt of the sword again, and even at this moment, even the internal force gathered on the edge of the long sword was shaken by the tyrannical strength Broken a lot.

The uncontrollable strength burst open in the scabbard, and the scabbard shattered. Under the blessing of huge strength, it was not inferior to a sharp weapon at all, and many wounds were torn on the body of 'Yi Nan Ping'.

At the same time, Wang Anfeng raised the hilt of the sword in his hand, and slammed the sheath on the opponent's shoulder like a heavy hammer.

At this time, the Buddha said that the blessing of the Sutra of Removing Mountains has not dissipated, and this attack is not inferior to those masters who specialize in external skills and tyrannical strength. Lei Jin entered his body, making half of his body numb, making it difficult to mobilize his internal strength.

At the same time, that 'Yi Nan Ping' only felt a burst of pain all over his body, and the next moment, his originally light and powerful body turned into a Mohist mechanism, unable to move a single bit.

Wang Anfeng took the "trophy" that was instantly tapped to his body's big acupoint, thought for a while, entered the dilapidated Taoist temple behind, threw it on the futon, squatted down, watched the other party's horrified expression, and said :

"Tell me, your identity..."

The man's expression flickered, and he said hoarsely:

"I've said it, it's hard to understand."

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, and asked a lot of questions again, but the latter, who had been extremely cautious just now, was so stubborn that he couldn't ask anything useful. Passed by by chance.

For this kind of stubborn bastard, language skills are almost useless. Anyway, he has already tapped the acupoints all over his body. With the technique passed down by Yaowanggu, the opponent's internal strength is still inferior to his own. If he wants to force the acupoints at least a few times For an hour, Wang Anfeng simply searched him all over.

Because Hong Luoyu would occasionally teach Wang Anfeng some magic tricks when Mr. Ying was away and when Yuan Ci was meditating. When they came out, not even the last copper coin was left behind.

God is so pitiful, he himself didn't know when and where he left the copper plate.

But the boy in front of him just patted himself casually, and the copper coin rolled out as if seeing his parents.

His pupils were wide open, he looked at the young man in front of him, and saw that the latter was so proficient in his techniques, his head was in a daze, and he almost thought that he had met a thief ancestor.

A very young thief dressed in white.

One is still very young, he is fierce and likes to play with swords.

The ancestor of the thief whose martial arts are not high enough.

When Wang Anfeng took out a piece of letter paper from a hidden pocket on his body, the expression on the face of that 'difficult to level' momentarily froze.

Seeing the subtle changes in his expression, Wang Anfeng naturally knew the importance of this thing. He unfolded the letter, swept his eyes, looked over from above, and saw the flamboyant handwriting on it, and saw the two lines said above.

"Na Yi Nan Ping once broke the affairs of the church in Fufeng County, and this matter can be acted as Yi Nan Ping. '

'It would be best if he could be forced out, but even if he couldn't, his reputation would be ruined. '

The boy's eyes slightly opened.

Claiming to be a Tangkou, but once in Fufeng County, a Jianghu organization that was "difficult to calm" things...

The forces in the world that he knows are not small, but there is only one of them.

White Tiger Hall...

Wang Anfeng murmured in his heart, the words on the letter paper fell into the lake of his heart almost like a thread of fire.

There will be flames rising.

Murderous intent was boiling in his heart, almost unstoppable, but he was extremely rational at this time, Shaolin Kung Fu combined Zen and Wu, the golden bell cover was the Vajra Buddha theory, Prajna Palm was the Prajna Heart Sutra, and practicing martial arts was practicing Zen. After years of practice, Wang Anfeng's state of mind is already different from the past.

Exhaling slowly, Wang Anfeng put down the letter in his hand, and looked at the pale man opposite him.

He didn't know much about the rules of Daqin. He only said that since the latter belonged to the Jianghu and the deceased was a disciple of Tianjianmen, then this matter belonged to the Jianghu. able to intervene.

And it wasn't the first time he had dealt with people in Baihutang, and he knew that they basically couldn't ask anything out of their mouths.

For related matters, he can go back and ask Hong Feibai. Judging from the latter's appearance, he must know something, and then he will be able to reverse the whereabouts of Baihutang and judge its purpose.

He squeezed the letter paper slightly harder, and where the internal force was circulating, the letter paper had been silently turned into powder.

The man gritted his teeth and said forcefully:
"I got this letter from that woman."

"That's why I'm going to kill him."

Wang Anfeng looked at the man in front of him who was propping himself up to speak, and spread his five fingers, allowing the powder made from the secret letter to pour down. He looked at the man, sighed slightly, and said:
"You said you were upset?"

"So, who am I?"

The warrior of Baihutang was startled for a moment, and then seemed to react, his eyes widened subconsciously, and he looked at the young man in front of him. The mask is exactly what Qu An looks like.

The boy's black pupils looked at him quietly through the holes in Bi An's eyes.

A green bamboo sword appeared in Wang Anfeng's hand.

Are you upset?
Then, who am I...

Horror appeared in the man's eyes. Thinking of the meaning of the three characters "Yi Nan Ping", his face became paler, and he was about to cry out, but then a bright streamer flashed in front of his eyes, and then his throat As soon as it hurt, there seemed to be a slight wind in the ears.

It was dark before my eyes.

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