I have many teachers

Chapter 374: Inside the Wall Are Rivers and Lakes (22)

"Have you ever regretted it?"

This sentence is here, only three people understand it.

Wang Anfeng, who had withdrawn his long sword and was standing at the door, wearing a green shirt and carrying a qin, was Hong Feibai, a middle-aged swordsman standing in front of him.

The latter pursed his lips.

His body seemed to bend undetectably, and then straightened even more, like a sword in his hand.

He looked at his most proud disciple, shook his head, and said in a cold voice:
"Act like a sword."

"I never regret anything I do."

Hongfei Bai fixedly looked at that majestic face as before, and laughed out loud, as if he was exhausted, and he let out a sword howl, which caused everyone's nerves to tense subconsciously, but he just raised his hand and took the handle in his hand. He handed over the sword to his junior sister and said:
"This is Junior Sister's saber."

The sword was still whistling.

Fu took out the broken jade tablet from his bosom again, stroked it, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This is something that my junior sister has protected to the death, and I will give it to you."

"I'm tired."

Then he stepped forward and walked towards the house in the courtyard that should belong to him. His shoulder brushed against the shoulder of the middle-aged swordsman. From the beginning to the end, he never really looked at his master, and the latter's body was also straight, as if Like a sword, he never looked back.

His teacher's wife couldn't accept the huge news for a while, and almost fainted.

The disciples surrounded him, and the young man who was the first to strike Hong Feibai stood up abruptly, his eyes were slightly red, and he pulled out the long sword with his right hand, slashing with silver light, and rushed directly to Hong Feibai. The sword has already made killing moves one after another, and shouted angrily:

"Hong Feibai!"

"Master asked you to protect Junior Sister, is this how you protect?!"

Another sharper and crazier sword sound sounded, Hong Feibai held his own broken sword in his hand, turned around and slashed vertically, silver light flashed, and the intact long sword shattered instantly, the broken sword was already stuck On the neck of the shooter, the cut was tightly attached to the aorta that swelled like a python due to anger.

Hong Feibai was like an enraged beast, his red eyes fixed on the opponent.

The latter also refused to budge.

Heavy and rapid breathing.

After a long silent confrontation, Hong Feibai staggered back a step, glanced at the broken sword in his hand, and laughed.

Release the five fingers.

The sword of the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect fell to the ground, clanging and whistling.

Then turned around, without a trace of nostalgia, strode away.

The disciple who had drawn the sword before was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat down on the ground, the anger dissipated, only the unspeakable sense of fear and powerlessness brought about by the imminent imminent death remained in his heart.

He lay down on the ground with his arms spread out, and the long sword that was tightly held was also loosened.

It fell on the bluestone ground with a soft sound.

Looking at the high and distant sky with both eyes, there was a low whimper in my ears, and suddenly I felt a feeling of indifference rising in my heart.

The younger sisters are all dead.

What else is there to fight for?

He blinked.

It's very windy today...

The Daqin City outside is still peaceful, and the story in the courtyard is only here.

Wang Anfeng leaned against the cold and damp stone wall at the door, holding the iron sword upside down in his right hand. This trip was originally to trace the traces of the Baihutang, but now, seeing the love and hatred unfolding in the courtyard, it has already disappeared. I no longer have this thought.

And the various emotions that have witnessed the development of the gaffe, until now, even if it is a brilliant pen, it is difficult to express it in millions of words, but if it is said less, it only needs two words to express all its flavors.

Incisively and vividly.

Wang Anfeng sighed.

Young children are old in the world.

What is old is the heart. How can we not grow old after seeing all the love and hatred in the world?
At this time, he suddenly recalled a poem he had read when he was young in Daliang Village, when he was learning the piano under Mrs. Jiang Shouyi's house. The matter of framing the outside party had nothing to do with this time, but it made him feel inexplicably aftertaste and chanted in a low voice.

"Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine."

"Ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes."

Stand up straight against the wall.

Anyway, Baihutang doesn't have to be here to get news.

The young man sighed in his heart, and said goodbye to Hong Fei in his heart. Holding the crude long sword, he turned around and walked out. He didn't care about the failure of this trip, but if he said it, he felt a little bit sorry for himself The money is real, just after walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a gloomy and hoarse voice from behind, saying:
"Young hero stay here for now."

Wang Anfeng recognized the voice, paused slightly, and turned to look back.

The middle-aged swordsman, who had lost his youthful demeanor, walked out of the courtyard. His wife had almost fainted because of the unbearable news of his daughter's death, but he still looked as usual, with a cold face.

The body is straight.

The palm holding the sword didn't even tremble in the slightest.

Even if he saw his own daughter, even if his own daughter died because of him, even if the disciple he valued the most today almost broke with him.

Displeasure rose in Wang Anfeng's heart.

He has studied with several masters for a long time, but Mr. Ying has never taken back that mask from him. He has never been a person who can restrain his true thoughts well. In the eyes of scribes, this is called a stubborn stone, and it is simply stupid .But the other masters liked it very much.

He looked at the swordsman in front of him with a slightly cold expression.

Because of the friendship with Hong Feibai, due to etiquette and morality, he clasped his fists and saluted, and said lightly:
"Senior is calling me?"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice Wang Anfeng's indifference, he nodded slightly, and said meticulously:

"In Xiatian Jianmen Honghui."

"Thank you, Shaoxia, for protecting Yu Zhi's disciple back. I can't thank you enough for your kindness. If you need Hong's help in the future, it's okay to ask..."

"Hong will do his best."

Wang Anfeng looked at this middle-aged swordsman with a solemn expression, trying to see a trace of grief on his face, but he failed. Hearing the words, he closed his eyes. He had been traveling for a long time to trace the Baihutang, and it took a lot of time to come here. Half a month has passed, but at this time, he only caressed the long sword lightly, and said lightly:

"Don't dare bother Elder Hong."

"Please tell Fei Bai that I have something to do, so I will take my leave first."

Holding the sword, he turned and left.

He didn't hesitate at all.

Honghui watched Wang Anfeng leave all the time, watched the young man disappear without a trace, then slowly withdrew his gaze, turned and stepped into the courtyard, his eyes swept over the appearance of his disciples in the courtyard, frowned, and shouted in a cold voice:

"Get up!"

"What does this look look like? What kind of swordsman is it?"

One of the disciples looked at him almost crying, and said:

"Master, Junior Sister has gone..."

Honghui frowned tightly, and said coldly:

"Everyone will die, you will die, and I will die too."

"It looks like this, if one day encounters a bigger matter, wouldn't you be slaughtered by others?!"

"Get up, what to do, what to do, have you finished your sword practice? Have you practiced enough kung fu? Go, go!"

It was still the familiar majestic voice, full of anger. It used to be a voice that could make the soles of your feet tremble, but now it brought a certain kind of stability, as if they had found a backbone. The panic and grief in the hearts of many disciples dissipated slightly some.

One of the teenagers supported the beautiful woman, straightened up, and said:

"Master, Master, she..."

In a blink of an eye, a middle-aged man in a sword robe had appeared beside him. He raised his hand and tied two long swords, one large and one small, around his waist, and stretched out his hand to hug the beautiful woman who was somewhat unconscious In his arms, the latter was so sad that he almost fainted because of the loss of his only daughter.

When being picked up, his right hand subconsciously stretched out towards the almost empty black coffin.

Whispering in a low voice, said:

"Wen'er..."

Wen'er was the girl's baby name, and since she could remember, she was out of embarrassment and never let her parents say it.

Honghui's footsteps remained the same, still calm, he carried his wife back to the house, opened the wooden door with his feet, put the grief-stricken wife on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

The woman was still murmuring her daughter's baby name in a low voice.

Hong Hui's face was still cold and hard.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his wife's eyes.

Put her arm back into the quilt, pressed the corner of the quilt, and said:
"Wen'er is no longer here."

After the voice fell, the room was filled with dead silence. In the dead silence, the man's shoulders were no longer as rigid as those in front of the disciples, but slightly collapsed. As if to persuade something, he emphasized his tone and repeated:
"Not anymore..."

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