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Chapter 377 The Taoist on the Snow Raises Yin and Yang (12)

Xu Yulong stared blankly at the young man over there, then lowered his head to look at the instinctively trembling bodies of the warriors around him.

He is not a stupid person either. At this age, he can cultivate a set of not-so-profound inner strength classics to the seventh rank, and even achieve a quasi-high-level position in the sect. He cannot be an idiot anyway.

When he saw the reactions of these warriors, he had already guessed it.

The person sitting at the tea stall opposite was clearly the scholar who these disciples said was traveling with Hong Feibai of Tianjianmen, and was extremely skilled in concealed weapons.

They got the news from the secret place before, and sent two seventh-rank deacons in the sect to lead people to ambush on the path that the contemporary disciples of Tianjian sect must pass, but who knew that they never waited for the news to come back.

When I sent people over again, I saw some disciples lying on the ground like corpses, almost buried in the fresh snow.

The other half of the people, including the two deacons, have already lost their bodies.

And this half of the disciples were knocked out with hidden weapons by this person.

Then according to the rules of Jianghu warriors, he should go over now no matter what, at least he should say a few harsh words, whether to fight or not is another matter, and he cannot lose in momentum.

But Xu Yulong had a premonition in his heart, it seemed that if he went there, he would be no different from a wild dog who went to play in front of a tiger, and he would definitely not get any good results.

On the rivers and lakes, in the mountains and forests.

Is that tiger a vegetarian?
Raising his eyes, he glanced at the watching eyes of Tiger Sword School, Anshan Boxing Gym and others, and he was still, but he didn't make a move, he just sat in his position and raised his hand to drink.

Behind him was a young disciple who served as an attendant. Seeing this situation, he moved closer and said in a low voice:
"Grandpa, this matter..."

"Don't make a sound, we are not the only ones staring at the fat piece of Tianjianmen. Before that, be careful in everything."

Xu Yulong's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke in a low voice.

He secretly scolded this young disciple for his lack of vision.

The young disciple suddenly realized that Deputy Master Xu had thought more than he did, so he nodded and stepped back, not saying anything to the side that insulted the sect's reputation, but anyway, he was a little curious in his heart.

Looking at the tea stand opposite, there was a young warrior not much older than himself.

I don't understand why he can make so many fierce disciples' legs weak with fright just by sitting there.

Wang Anfeng drank the tea in the cup, but no one was caught on the other side, feeling sorry, he took out several copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the table.

This silver money was specially exchanged by him at the Daqin Bank during this period of time, most of it was placed in Shaolin, and he only brought dozens of pieces with him. It is a good material used by the Daqin Mint Department, and it is really easy to use as a hidden weapon.

Looking at the sword-wielding warriors in the restaurant opposite, Wang Anfeng laughed, picked up the iron sword on the table, and stood up.

The little Taoist priest who just came over from behind Wang Anfeng held the bowl in both hands, took a sip of tea, and put the tea bowl on the table.

Raising his hand to wipe his mouth, he took out a scroll from the package behind him, first got up and bowed to the old man, and then he opened his mouth, saying very politely:
"Mister, please excuse me."

The old man waved his hands hastily, and said: "Hey, Xiao Daoist, the old man can't afford this gift..."

The little Taoist smiled shyly and said:

"You deserve it, you deserve it."

Confucianism and Taoism are the most noble among the masters of the Great Qin Dynasty. The old man at the tea stall wiped his hands and asked with a smile:

"Hey, then... what's the matter with you, little Daoist?"

"Xiaodao wants to keep asking you about someone."

"I don't know if you have seen this person in these old days?"

While speaking, the little Taoist carefully opened the scroll.

Wang Anfeng happened to pass by the tea stall at this moment.

Hearing this, he subconsciously took a look at the little Taoist priest, he was only about 15 years old at most, he was wearing a bamboo hairpin, and he was carrying a large bag of luggage, because of the size of the bag, the young man looked petite.

A fair face, eyebrows as light as distant mountains, pupils like stars, when the light in the eyes is flowing, they look bright.

Although he is young, he can already see the splendor of the future, and he must be a peerless person.

The rivers and lakes are so big, so many people are destined to be romantic.

Thinking of Hong Feibai, Wang Anfeng felt complicated, sighed, looked away, held the iron sword upside down in his left hand, and walked past the tea stand.

The little Taoist just unfolded the scroll.

It is a fine paper, on which a handsome young Taoist priest is drawn.

A simple Taoist robe can't hide the air of dust, with a sword behind his back and jade hanging on his waist. The only pity is that there are three or four points of laziness in the eyebrows and eyes, which are vivid and full of charm, which makes the old man unable to bear it Heart slander.

If his child looked like this, he would definitely take off his shoes and slap him.

But the young Taoist priest had nothing to do with him after all, so he looked at it very carefully, pondered hard in his mind for a long time, and finally shook his head at the little Taoist priest with an expectant face, apologetically, and said:

"I'm sorry, Xiao Daoist, I just don't remember the old man."

"Maybe it's because I'm getting older, and my memory won't work anymore..."

The old man sighed.

The little Taoist felt sorry, but in turn comforted him:

"Your qi and blood are long and strong, and you must be able to live in the world for a hundred years."

He said this sincerely, and he looked very gratifying. The tea shop owner was very relieved when he heard it, and he just sighed in his heart. The bastard in his family had never said such heartfelt words. It's really not 01 :30 o'clock.

That's a gap of ten miles or twenty miles.

The little Taoist rolled up the scroll, put it away, and drank the pot of tea he asked for before saying goodbye to the old man.

He picked up the bag that was half as tall as a person, but his steps were very steady, but the brows on his fair face were tightly frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied, and he muttered in a low voice.

Slackers, old cranes with blown fur, big gray donkeys and the like.

Walking out of the city gate, I walked slowly out of the official road. The surrounding terrain is flat, and the withered grass in autumn is pressed down by the snow. It looks a bit desolate. Ordinary people will definitely not take this kind of road.

But it seemed that the little Taoist didn't care about whether he was walking or not. He just lowered his head and walked forward while muttering.

The official road, the wilderness, and the snow-covered land are all left behind.

He stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at Daqin County, where there was only a small spot left in his eyes, thought for a while, raised his hand and folded a wooden branch from the book next to him, and wrote and drew on the white snow under his feet.

The celestial stems and earthly branches, the five elements and the gossip, are the parts that ordinary people can understand at the beginning, and the more complicated and dense, almost dizzy, and the movements of the hands suddenly stop.

The young Taoist's eyes widened, and he murmured:
"No... If you figure it out, the senior brother is here..."

"I didn't make a mistake."

Fu wrote and drew on the ground again, did the calculation again, and after confirming that there was no mistake in the calculation, he threw the branch in his hand away.

Turning around and looking at the city that was a little far away, the young man hesitated, carrying a package that was half a person's height on his back, turned around and walked back resolutely.

"You old crane with your hair blown out, a stinky Taoist priest who was born with three lazy bones."

"You owe me three dozen almond cakes, don't even think about reneging!"

Wang Anfeng went back to the inn, and sat in front of the table by the window again, looking at the yard opposite the plane tree.

What he saw was still an ordinary scene, but now this ordinary scene showed some inexplicable weirdness. He looked in from the outside of the restaurant today, but found no trace of the people in the White Tiger Hall, but found a lot of people. All the warriors in the rivers and lakes are from the sects near this city.

Tianjianmen is known as the sword to coerce the handover of the two counties, with a radius of more than [-] li.

As you can see at this time, its prestige is no longer what it used to be, the tiger is old and can no longer hold back the surrounding wolves.

Naturally, these sects wished that Tianjianmen would fall apart. It would be better if they even smashed the signboard with the word "Tianjian" and threw them into the stove as firewood to relieve their hatred.

Now that these sects who each have grievances and grievances with each other came here and gathered here at the same time, it is naturally impossible to go to drink in that restaurant.

Wang Anfeng bent his right hand and tapped lightly on the table.

The line of sight shifted to the street, and in just half an hour, the second wave of patrolling iron soldiers had already passed by, plus the wave seen on the road, a total of three waves.

His eyes are very sharp, and he has already seen that there are powerful crossbows behind these big Qin soldiers, and there are quiver bags on the left and right sides of the waist. If you stick to it with a strong shield, you can add the word "military locust" in the local county annals.

Wang Anfeng looked away, he was thinking seriously.

Do you want to go to the courtyard of Tianjianmen and tell Yu Honghui what you saw.

But since the members of those sects didn't cover up at all, and gathered people to drink in the restaurant in a grand manner, it was obvious that they were not afraid of others knowing that they were coming.

And since Tianjianmen can still be held down at this time, it is obvious that although its background is far inferior to that of the Great Sword School in the past, it is also knowing that there are so many iron soldiers walking, it is obvious that Daqin has also sensed the turmoil .

The boy narrowed his eyes.

He felt that he had stepped into a vortex unintentionally. Originally, several forces were balancing and hesitating with each other, and they were considered stable. Now, accompanied by Hong Feibai who was physically pulling the cart, the two of them were like a crossbow arrow shot out , crashed straight in, and then got involved in this vortex.

He felt that he couldn't even breathe right now.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and stroked the hilt of the iron sword lying on the table.

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