I have many teachers

Chapter 372 The only person with a white head (two in one)

Hong Feibai lost his mind and stood up, but he did not forget to hold the sword in his hand.

Wang Anfeng looked past him, looking at the scenery pierced by a sword behind him, amazement appeared in his eyes, the scene in front of him pierced by sword energy, broken and messy was not inferior to the glazed scenery of Tianshan Snow Sea in his eyes.

Just a sword.

There is no way for him to stab such a sword now.

Even if one stepped into the realm of the fifth rank in the practice of inner strength, it was just a long-lasting vigor and endless vitality. If one did not have one's own comprehension in swordsmanship, there was no way to achieve the scene in front of him.

He can't do it, Mr. Ying can have such a myriad of appearances with a single sword, and the third master can also use a sword.

Obviously, the one who left that thing must be a first-class swordsman in the Jianghu.

Hong Feibai raised his eyes, and there was a feeling in his eyes that he was on the verge of madness. He looked at Wang Anfeng, clenched his long sword tightly, and said hoarsely:
"Sir, can you give me the package..."

Wang Anfeng had a guess in his heart, raised his hand silently, and threw the blue package over.

Hong Feibai raised his hand, but he didn't catch it. It seemed that he had exhausted too much strength when he fought. The package rubbed against his fingertips, fell on the snow, and spread out. He raised his hand and took the slender handle in his hand. Some long swords were stuck upside down on the ground, they bent down and searched deeply.

A burly man walked down the hillside behind him. He held a black iron bow in his right hand. He was probably as tall as a man when he stood up. He carried a spear behind his back. He had a serious face, but now his face was written Full of disbelief, he looked at Hong Feibai over there, retracted his gaze, and stood still five steps in front of Wang Anfeng.

After looking up and down uncertainly for a long time, he finally confirmed the identity of the latter, clasped his fists in both hands, saluted, and said:
"Ma Hongkuo has met senior."

Wang Anfeng's eyes fell on the latter.

The latter is the same as Hong Feibai, he met before he left the village. At that time, it was this Shanhe Qiang from the Chilian Gang who was leading people to hunt down Hong Feibai. Wang Anfeng repelled him. He never expected to see him today. And he was the one who saved Hong Feibai.

Wang Anfeng had a good sense of this man, and nodded at him. He wanted to smile at first, but now he couldn't.

Ma Hongkuo was obviously startled, and his tense body relaxed.

Hong Feibai suddenly staggered to his feet, holding a jade token in his hand, with a long sword engraved on the front, and a rather mysterious seal script on the back, which seemed to be an exercise. Then he raised his hand tremblingly, and took it out from his bosom. I took out another jade token, and the two items were almost identical, except that the seal script on the back of the second token seemed to be slightly distorted.

There is an extremely sharp air.

Hong Feibai looked at the token in his left hand, then at the token in his right hand, and suddenly became ruthless. He threw the token out of the package into the air, and instantly placed his palm on the hilt of the long sword stuck upside down on the ground. .

With a clang, the long sword was unsheathed.

A cold light flashed.

The token that the girl protected until she died instantly shattered into several pieces.

A few pieces of broken jade fell on the snow, they were crystal clear, and they should be good things that can sell a lot of money if thrown in a pawn shop.

Hong Feibai clenched the token tightly with his left hand, his body trembling slightly.

Wang Anfeng's eyes fell off Hong Feibai's tense body, watching the latter's eyes turn red, and looking at the crystal clear token in his hand, the words on the token seemed to sense the violent fluctuations in the young man's emotions, with a dark white light It was flowing slowly, hurting Wang Anfeng's eyes.

Like sword light.

He had already guessed it, and finally figured out the question that had been troubling his mind these days.

Why did Hong Feibai, who wanted to die and voluntarily acted as an abandoned child, survived? Why did the girl who was dying die in such a remote Fengyue City.

Because the treasure in Hong Feibai's hands is the real one.

Because his junior sister was the abandoned son, and he who was carrying the treasure was probably the only way to survive under the circumstances at the time, including his master and his wife. I hope Hong Feibai can survive.

Wang Anfeng didn't know what to say.

In the past, he had some complaints about Master Hong Feibai's plan to treat Hong Feibai as an abandoned son and save the life of his biological daughter, but now he felt that, in a desperate situation, he used his only daughter as an abandoned son in exchange for his disciple's escape. Is the elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect who has passed on his inheritance considered a qualified father?

And is he a qualified master, a qualified elder?
Hong Feibai finally couldn't bear the pain surging in his heart, raised his head and screamed with red eyes.

The sound echoed across the valley.

Sad and painful.

If it is Jiangdong Chuan Gorge at this time, it will attract monkeys on both sides of the strait to cry for a long time.

Ma Hongkuo was surprised when he heard the roaring sound.

It was only two short months since I hadn't seen him, but this young man's inner strength had grown enough. I don't know what he had experienced, but seeing Hong Feibai's red eyes, he wisely didn't ask any more questions.

Certainly not a good thing.

When he was in the city, he didn't recognize Wang Anfeng, but he only found Hong Feibai. The gang and the other sect didn't deal much with it, so they followed.

Because after all, there was a conflict with Hong Feibai before, and he didn't want to go forward to meet each other. He just planned to follow behind and escort him up the mountain, and it was considered as repaying the favor. Can't bear it.

Hong Feibai let out a long howl that it was time for a cup of tea.

Previously, those who could hear the movement here, the curious people only thought that they were deaf now, and walked along the official road without squinting, not daring to join in the fun.

Standing in front of the carriage, Wang Anfeng watched the distraught Hong Feibai take two steps this way, then turned back, packed up the broken jade plaques on the ground, put them in a package, carried them on his back, and then stood up again. Walking back and forth, the footsteps are somewhat unsteady.

Wang Anfeng leaned on the carriage, glanced at the ten-mile snow-free mountain road, and said softly:

"Going up the mountain?"

Hong Feibai was silent for a while, nodded, his voice was hoarse.

"superior."

Ma Hongkuo next to him couldn't figure it out, he glanced at Hong Feibai, suddenly thought of something, and said:

"You are going up the mountain now to find your head of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"My subordinates have checked the news. Your master and wife are also heading towards the Heavenly Sword Gate. You should go first..."

Hong Feibai raised his eyes and looked at Ma Hongkuo. He should be a young man in his early twenties.

But now he no longer has the high spirits that young people should have. He seems to be a quack who has gone through the turmoil of the rivers and lakes.

"My master and wife, where are they..."

Shanhe Qiangma Hongkuo was taken aback by Hong Feibai's tone.

But he didn't show any timidity on his face, and he didn't intend to hide the news. It wasn't big news in the first place. Even if he had the courage, he wouldn't dare to play Master Hong Feibai's plan.

The Heavenly Sword Sect has removed the sect that is the head of the school, and there are still four mountains, which have been passed down from the five disciples of the founding patriarch. The sky has five powers, and there are five kinds of swordsmanship. Hong Feibai passed on the height of clouds, Take the elegant and unrestrained swordsmanship as the top priority.

His master was also a murderous sword maniac when he was young, and now he is even a sixth-grade master with comprehension.

Ten Ma Hongkuo were bundled together and thrown in.

That is to say, there are ten more blood holes.

There was no concealment at the moment. After thinking about it, he put the big black bow in his hand behind his back, raised his hand and broke off a dead branch, and scratched it twice on the ground that was hardened by the snow, making a headache that made people look at it. The ghost drawing symbol, pointed to a dot, and then drew it straight down, saying:
"This is Jianshou Town, you know it."

"It's about thirty miles to the north, that's it, but my people don't know exactly where it is."

"That's the news. It was discovered by a disciple who went out accidentally. It wasn't intentional to follow your master and wife. Our leader is not afraid of those two swords, but Mr. Ma doesn't want to be decapitated so early."

He spoke with conviction.

Also very calm.

Hong Feibai stared fixedly at the ghost-like map, nodded, and said hoarsely:
"Thank you."

Ma Hongkuo moved his neck uncomfortably.

The boy in front of him, who was still immature a few days ago, now gave him the feeling that he had been in the arena for a long time, as if he was facing someone of his own generation.

He shook his head and said:
"Two months ago, you didn't ask senior to kill me. I already owe you a favor."

"Now that the favor has been repaid, I might buy you a drink next time we meet, but if my Chilian Gang and your Heavenly Sword Sect fight, I won't let you go."

Fu looked at Wang Anfeng again, clasped his fists, and said:

"Then, senior, I will take my leave now."

Then he got up and climbed up the mountain wall. He didn't know what to do, he had already jumped up, and then he heard the neighing sound of the horse, and went away.

At this time, Wang Anfeng suddenly thought of the two injured horses next to him, raised his hand and patted his forehead lightly, with a rare look of annoyance on his face.

"Oops, I should have asked Ma Hongkuo for his horse."

"It's still a hundred miles away from there, and both horses are injured, what can we do now?"

Hong Feibai has already untied the bridles and the holsters of the carts on the two powerful horses. Without the weight and restraints, the two horses are obviously much more relaxed and can stand firmly. It is common for a horse to run wild on the grasslands of the country, and it is commonplace to be injured in the wild.

Worst and worst, it was nothing more than being captured, healed up, and sold to a stable for a sum of money.

There are no wild beasts around Daqin's official road that can swallow a powerful horse.

Hong Feibai sheathed his junior sister's long sword and carried it on his back.

Standing where the carriage shaft was originally, he supported the carriage with both hands, and the ropes that were originally bound to the two horses were tied to himself one by one.

The rope was originally used to hold a fine horse, but at worst it was a green ox, a gray donkey, or a large animal, so it was made extremely thick, with six strands of fine hemp rope intertwined together to form an ordinary rope. The hemp rope the thickness of the barrel of a gun was wrapped around Hong Feibai's body, which was a little funny.

Wang Anfeng couldn't laugh.

Hong Feibai gritted his teeth, and took the carriage and the black coffin on his body. His injuries are still not healed, and he is an inner swordsman who cultivates inner qi and swords. He has never practiced outer martial arts. Pulling the carriage was not an easy task, but he walked very steadily.

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth and said:
"Fei Bai, here is less than a hundred miles away from that city."

His voice was a little weak, at this moment, he felt so pale no matter what he said.

Hong Feibai nodded silently, pulled the carriage and the girl on the carriage, set foot on the steep mountain road, and walked onto the official road. Snow fell on the road, and as far as he could see, there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. The route drawn by Ma Hongkuo The place he was pointing at was very familiar to him, so he hardly needed any memory or thinking.

In front of that street, he met his junior sister, and was accepted by his master.

He took the sword under the third sycamore tree in the old street.

He spends three months there every year.

"Hey, little beggar, what's your name?"

"I call you uncle!"

When we first met, Hong Feibai, who had a Fufeng accent, was full of bad words, snatched the meat bun from the five-year-old girl, and ran away like a girl, faster than a dog.

Strolling under the old locust tree, he gorged himself, and when he looked up, he saw a young man leading a little girl carved in pink and jade.

At that time, he thought he had seen a ghost, and the meat bun was stuffed in his throat, choking him so much that he rolled his eyes wildly.

"From today onwards, you are my father's disciple, my junior brother..."

"certainly not."

"You...you are fooling me!"

"Heh, I was the one who served the starter tea first, and I was the one who lighted incense for the ancestors first. This is called the rules of the rivers and lakes. Do you understand... Tell me, what did you do?"

"I... I, I let the master hug me!"

"what?!"

"Why are you swearing again..."

"Grandpa, I am happy. What's the matter, are you planning to tell your father?"

"You... If you are like this, I, I will..."

"Is that how you are?"

"I'll cry for you!"

In a few years, Hong Feibai changed abruptly from a gangster fighting on the street, he got rid of his swear words, learned internal strength swordsmanship, learned the etiquette of poetry and books, and his scalp became numb when he saw a girl cry. Who dares to bully her? It must be beaten back hard.

He is the last one among this generation of disciples who has a sense of aura, but he is the No. 15 who stepped into the ninth rank.

The fourth entered the eighth-rank internal force.

The first person to step into the eighth-rank realm was the grandson of the contemporary head, known as a genius, and later bullied the girl, and was beaten by Hong Feibai with a sword, one against thirteen, and he and the thirteen The goods were sent to the hospital together. At that time, he was the most seriously injured, but he sat on the bed with a bruised nose and a swollen face, bragging to the crying junior sister, and managed to make the girl laugh out of tears.

There was light falling on the girl's cheeks, dazzled his eyes.

He thought that that was the biggest extravagant wish of his life...

His past used to be full of sunshine.

Now the sun has been packed in the dark coffin, his past and memories are packed in the carriage, the carriage is moving, making creaking noises, the snow is falling in the sky, shaking and shaking until it turns white, it can be said After all, there is only one person.

If two people grow old together, they have their whole world, then if one person is missing, it means half of the world is missing. This is a child's calculation. How can there be such a child's play in the world of adults?
It should be a huge world with endless landscapes, only one person left with a white head.

That city is more than 100 miles away from the official road under Tianjianmen, 130 seven miles to be precise.

Hong Fei walked for ten hours in vain.

Blisters were formed on the shoulders from the hemp rope, the blisters were worn out, and blood soaked the clothes, but the steps were still very steady.

The soldiers guarding the city were dumbfounded and moved out of the way, and the news spread far away.

He walked to the old street, looked down, counted the bluestone bricks, and counted a total of 47 pieces. Next to it was a tall plane tree. On the plane tree, a bird was frightened and sang, and flew into the courtyard opposite the door.

The gate of the courtyard was opened, and several disciples dressed in blue and white sword robes rushed out. They stopped and looked at the leisurely Jianghu swordsman.

Heart shaking, all kinds of emotions, only unbelievable, almost murmured:

"Big, Big Brother..."

"It's Big Brother!"

One of them was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran into the inner courtyard. The rest of them came forward and subconsciously raised their hands, either to loosen the rope for him, or to take over the carriage, but none of them could break it. Even with the fingers of a swordsman, no one can tear the thick hemp rope that is so thick that it is used to tie animals.

Hong Feibai stood upright, his gray robe was in tatters, his hair was tied into a ponytail, and his eyes were silent.

Silent and fierce.

Just like Zhan Lu, who ranks seventh among the top ten famous swords.

Wang Anfeng stood still at a distance of more than [-] meters from the base. He carried the piano on his back and still held the tattered iron sword in his right hand. Quietly watched the developments here.

He accompanied Hong Feibai for 130 miles.

But that's all.

PS: Today is the two-in-one chapter of Four Thousand Eight, and the subsequent plot needs to be carefully considered, including the inadequacies of the plot during this period, and the detailed outline, please bear with me......

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