I have many teachers

Chapter 402 Thunder in the Lane (2\2)

Wang Anfeng has been lingering in this Ningzheng City for more than half a month, and the New Year's Day is only five or six days away.

One is that there is something to do, and the other is that he is reluctant to part with the sesame seed cakes and rice porridge here. In the eyes of that guard Wang, the sesame seed cakes in this city can be compared with the girls in the Hualou.

After leaving here, where can I find such delicious biscuits?
It is natural to eat enough.

What's more, there are comfortable beds in the house, and there are people serving food and drinks, so he didn't plan to leave now.

It's just that Zhou Gang, the shopkeeper of the inn, is pitiful. He smiles with his face and has to lose money. Every time he sees the relaxed young man, he will think of his business that lost his money and vomited blood. His heart is bleeding, and he can't wait to He raised his hand and slapped himself, making his nose bruised and his face swollen.

What the hell is the lard blindfolded!
Why did you want to fool this master back then?

But looking at his big slap that could stun a fat pig, he grinned, and just patted his cheek lightly, reluctant to slap his hand hard.

No matter how much you complain in your heart, when you face that master, you should still laugh, not only laugh, but also sincerely and sincerely. When you laugh to the point where your own mistress in the inn feels happy, But behind the bitter tears, only I know.

With a sigh, Zhou Gang thought that the time was almost up. He raised his eyes and saw that the young adult locked himself in the room again, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the honest-faced innkeeper slammed his mouth , looked back, and did not give birth to the thought of going to spy.

Spying, can't you find death? !

Wang Anfeng may suffer some losses, but he himself is doomed.

Don't watch it, even if you kill it.

Tall and tall, the innkeeper who walked the rivers and lakes with a ferocious axe and made a name for himself sat peacefully on the stool, holding a cup of hot tea with red dates and goji berries in his hands. Means 'well-behaved'.

In these days, Wang Anfeng went to the back mountain of Shaolin Temple every day, to the courtyard in the bamboo forest, to learn swordsmanship and martial arts from the Taoist priest who appeared recently. Know something about Mr. Ying's past.

He is not very interested in the swordsmanship of Zixiao Palace, but he cares about these things a lot, and he is not willing to stop his curiosity for a moment, like a cat scratching in his heart, itching.

But the ancient Taoist kept his defenses tight. No matter how Wang Anfeng tried to test him, there was no effect at all. He was always smiling, but he was able to directly resolve the problem without downplaying it. He seemed to be very good at dealing with these incidents.

Strange to say, this white-haired Taoist priest has an extremely beautiful face, which can be compared with Mu Shanxue's junior, but the tea he makes is first-class, and his handwriting is also ugly, compared to the ones who were educated in the village. Children are much worse.

Wang Anfeng thought about it for a while, and felt that it was probably because God drank a lot of alcohol when the Taoist priest was reincarnated, and became crazy. He tidied up all the talents of the Taoist priest and divided them into [-] points. Put it all on your face.

After all, according to the third master, that face can be eaten directly, even Wang Anfeng can't keep up with it.

If you throw it on the street, you will definitely not starve to death. Maybe some big family will pick it up and make it a quick son-in-law on the bed.

Or maybe two.

The so-called one dragon, two phoenixes and two flying swallows are so beautiful.

When Hong Luoyu said this, his eyebrows danced with joy, but the Taoist priest who was always smiling would frowned, staring at Hong Luoyu with a pair of bright eyes, those eyes were very bright, like a sword, and very sharp, as if Consider from which angle the sword falls.

But Wang Anfeng just practiced his sword at the side, looking at his elder who suddenly appeared, he felt that the so-called beauty that the third master talked about must not be as good-looking as Dao Changsheng.

Food and sex, human nature is to like good-looking things, but for some reason, when Mr. Ying saw the face of Daoist Priest, he never had a good face, it stinks so badly, not even the third master Dare to approach.

However, the Taoist priest had nothing to do, so he wanted to go to the husband's neighborhood.

The uglier the gentleman's face was, the more he worked hard.

Every time at this time, Wang Anfeng would feel very strangely tense in his heart when he was a child watching the adults in the village set off firecrackers and subconsciously cover his ears.

I want to see it, but I dare not.

Yuanci was very straightforward, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the bluestone, chanted sutras in a low voice, and fell into a state of emptiness, while Wu Changqing directly pretended to be asleep, with his eyes slightly closed, and made a slight but rhythmic sound in a moment. snoring.

Hong Luoyu landed next to Wang Anfeng, smacked his mouth, looked at the green-clothed scribe who had an exaggeratedly stinky face but never left, touched Wang Anfeng with his shoulder, then met the young man's puzzled gaze, and lowered his voice ,road:
"Do you understand why you did those things?"

The thief's voice was full of sighs and emotions, but his eyes were staring straight at that side, as if he was afraid that if he missed a glance, it would be a huge loss, and he kept talking in his mouth, saying:
"It's just because of the tense and exciting mood now..."

"Hey, it's almost addictive!"

Wang Anfeng's heart trembled, and he almost dropped the sword.

Holding a long sword at the moment, looking at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, he was just practicing the sword and didn't dare to talk to him, let alone admonish Hong Luoyu not to speak.

"What's wrong with you..."

Hong Luoyu couldn't get a response, so he raised his eyebrows. In the next moment, the thief who was still beside Wang Anfeng just now had time to let out a short and high-pitched cry, and disappeared directly on the lonely peak.

In front of him, a Taoist priest in a gray robe stood holding his sword, with a faint smile on his lips.

That smile makes one's scalp tingle.

And Mr. Ying with a very bad complexion sat on the bamboo chair, put down his hands, turned his gaze, and landed on Wang Anfeng, paused, and said coldly:

"Since you are asked to temporarily seal off martial arts and rebuild the Thunder Way, why are you still here?"

Wang Anfeng was stunned.

Then he realized that Mr. Ying would know these things, and the ancient Taoist must have told him about his situation. At this moment, he opened his mouth to meet the stern gaze of the green-clothed scribe, but he didn't know how to explain it.

The scribe was never angry, he just raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, and said indifferently:
"The three martial arts taught to you by abandoning Taoism are not inferior to the martial arts taught to you by us."

"Since you have this opportunity today, you can pick up these three martial arts again. After careful calculation, you haven't been to Tongren Lane for a few days, so take this opportunity to get acquainted with it."

In the past few years, the person Wang Anfeng is most familiar with must be the cold and arrogant scholar in front of him. The young man is very clear that since Mr. Ying has already spoken at this time, there is no room for him to bargain.

If he dared to talk back, he would probably be like the third master, rewarding a spiral to the sky, and then throwing it into the Tongren Lane, without any discount. In comparison, there is a possibility of discounting the legs.

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth helplessly, but he had no choice but to stand up with his sword back, clasped his fists in salute, and said:
"Yes."

The scribe flicked his sleeves and said, "Go."

Wang Anfeng had no choice but to bow to the white-haired Taoist, sheathed the heavy wooden sword in his hand, performed lightness kung fu, and walked in the direction of Tongren Lane.

It's a pity that the wooden sword on his back has been completely reborn since Yaoshigu and his party three years ago.

The ancient Taoist stood on the top of the solitary peak with his sword in his hand, staring at the direction Wang Anfeng was going away, thoughtfully, then looked away after a while, looked at the scholar in blue, and said:

"There is a strong thunder force in An Feng's body."

The scribe opened his eyes, put his right hand on the bamboo slip on his lap, and said lightly:
"good."

"There was once a first-class master in the Jianghu who continued his life with Lei Jin for 13 years. He is just an idiot, and his physique will change."

The Taoist smiled lightly and said:

"Then he is indeed very suitable for my Zixiao Palace's swordsmanship."

The scribe frowned and said:

"Then why don't you just teach him swordsmanship, instead you teach him how to control the sword with thunder? The rest has to be explored by yourself, it's unnecessary."

The Taoist shook his head and said:
"I'm going to teach him swordsmanship."

"Then why don't you pass it on?"

The Taoist laughed slightly, looked at Mr. Ying, and said jokingly:

"But he refused."

"He said that he only wanted to learn the swordsmanship taught by Mr. Ying in his life, so he didn't want to learn the swordsmanship inherited from my Wudang Zixiao Palace. As you said, my Wudang Mountain is considered a big school at any rate. People are crying and shouting to pass on swordsmanship."

"It's too embarrassing."

"Everything depends on fate. Since he refuses, I will not force him anymore. After thinking about it, I will teach him the method of using the thunder to control the sword. The rest depends on his own creation, which is the best."

Mr. Ying was silent for a moment when he heard the words, then suddenly snorted coldly and said:
"eventful!"

It's just that he doesn't know whether the troubled person he's talking about refers to Wang Anfeng, or the Taoist who is smiling next to him.

In Tongren Alley.

There was a soft squeak, and red candles lit up on both sides of the alleyway, and they lined up in two rows.

Wang Anfeng thought for a while, but never took off the scabbard on his back. Looking at the opponent slowly emerging in front of him, he took a deep breath, and made a fist with both palms.

"Come on!"

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