I have many teachers

Chapter 143 Wang Anfeng's 'Practice', Heart Like a Clear Sky (22)

Xue Qinshuang's favorite in her life is Wuhe wine.

But both of them met their opponents today.

The woman with a cold temperament drank a cup of wine with a quiet expression.

She is an outstanding beauty, even in the eyes of Xue Qinshuang, who is also a woman. His posture showed a bit of arrogance at this time.

The frequency of each hand raising has never changed in the slightest.

There are already several wine jars on the table.

Xue Qinshuang's vision was slightly blurred, and the wine glass in her hand fell on the table. Feeling drunk for the first time in her life, she shook slightly and fell limply on the table.

The great elder looked at the drunk Xue Qinshuang, and put down the wine cup in his hand.

The jade-colored wine cup exuded a very pungent smell, it was the kind of strong wine that ordinary people feared like a tiger.

She raised her palm, and her thumb brushed the corner of her lips.

"The burning of knives is not as intense as it used to be."

Wanjianshan Jingge outside.

Wang Anfeng carefully ate the grilled fish that was cut out. This fish is a specialty of this place, and it is impossible to eat it away from Wanjian Mountain. It is a pity that Xue Qinshuang is now injured and fasted from alcohol and meat, while Baili Feng and Tuoba Yue are Obsessed with practice, no time to come here.

What a pity...

The young man picked up the last piece of grilled fish and put it in his mouth. He could only feel the deliciousness of the fish expanding between his lips and teeth, which was full of layers and stimulated his taste buds. He couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly.

Hmm... It's much worse than Second Master.

The young man made a fair judgment in his heart.

In the past few days, many people have come to this Qingfeng solution, famous rangers, arrogant and unruly swordsmen, and young warriors who are of the same generation as the great elders. There is actually a lot of mortal and noisy atmosphere in the hidden world sect.

Every time the night rises, the bright moon hangs in the sky, and the red candles and lanterns are decorated all the way on the Qingfeng Jie, this hidden sword gate falls from the aloof and cool charm.

It's no different from the town down the mountain.

Suddenly, the sound of sword whistling sounded, and a Qingfeng sword was thrown from the bluestone in the distance, turned twice in the air, and then stably inserted into the ground in front of Wang Anfeng.

Jiu Zizai stood on the bluestone, holding a huge wine gourd in his right hand, shaking it slightly, and holding a Qingfeng sword upside down in his left hand, which was simple but sharp. After taking a sip of wine, he nodded to Wang Anfeng to signal the boy to attack come over.Sister Lin Qiaofu also stayed aside, and the little girl stared wide-eyed at the scene that was about to happen in front of her.

After the Three Yujian incident, this has been the norm before Jingge.

Wang Anfeng needs an opponent so that he can recall the state when he fought Sanyujian, and Jiu Zizai is also full of curiosity and exploration of the swordsmanship passed down by the sword master.

Although he is over seventy years old and has already reached the age of knowing his destiny, he has not changed his original intention. If he sees a move or two worth pondering in the arena, he will be overjoyed and addicted to it for several days. Amazing martial arts attainments, polished that move to perfection, and then recreated it out of nothing to create the corresponding move.

Going back and forth like this, what is extremely boring in the eyes of ordinary people, is the most interesting thing in this world in his eyes.With such a mind, how can he not feel itchy to see the swordsmanship taught by the sword master?
After taking a sip of turbid wine, the old man only held the sword in his left hand, raised his hand and said:

"Boy, come on!"

Wang Anfeng stood up, holding the sword hilt with his right hand.

"Senior be careful."

Amidst the soft shout, the young man stepped forward, stabbing towards the old man in front with the Qingfeng sword in his hand with 72-handed swordplay, and swayed a sharp sword light.

As a master of the third rank, Jiu Zizai has fought against more sword masters in his life than Wang Anfeng has met. Although the 72 hand tricks taught by Mr. Ying are extremely exciting, but in the face of the old man's rich experience , but it is difficult to play the original effect.

This sword technique was created by Mr. Ying himself.

I'm afraid that only scribes hold swords and strike in person, so that they can fight with wine freely.

A moment later, with the old man letting go, the Qingfeng sword in Wang Anfeng's hand was knocked out by the old man's sword, and the long sword in his hand was lifted up and landed in front of Wang Anfeng's throat.

The old man in front of him had a sharp expression and a sharp temperament, just like those extremely skilled swordsmen in the legends of the Jianghu.

The sharp aura between his eyebrows and eyes quickly subsided, Jiu Zizi shook his head regretfully, and threw his hand back casually, the long sword pierced straight into the scabbard amidst the whistling sound.

The old man sighed:
"I still don't have a clue... It seems that my old man is destined not to see the swordsmanship of the Juggernaut."

Wang Anfeng knew what the old man meant.

There are only two days left before the elder's birthday banquet.

For three days without the slightest thought, it is absolutely impossible to understand that kind of swordsmanship in two days.

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On the cliff of Qingfeng Jie.

Bai Lifeng opened his eyes, his right hand brushed lightly over the sharp edge of the knife on his knee, and flicked his fingers.

There was a clear and melodious whistle, mixed with the mountain wind.

He had only practiced that skill of raising swords for three days, and his talent was not the kind of peerless genius that only exists in story books, but he was able to concentrate on it, and he also gained something, and many distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared.

The military boy looked at the stratus clouds in the distance, his breathing was calm and distant.

The clouds gather and disperse, but the sky is still far away, still blue, those flowing clouds have never left the slightest trace.

The military classics that were quite disdainful in the past suddenly came to mind at this time.

The young man suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

The purpose of reading, the insights of those predecessors and sages, is not something that can be understood after reading, but it will be buried in the heart, waiting for the right time to emerge in the heart, combined with what you see and feel, you will suddenly feel empathy.

Got it, just got it.

You don't need to prove it to others, only you can understand it.

The boy's eyes became dark.

My heart is like a clear sky.

The calmness of a strategist is not the indifference of utter desperation, but the state of mind above everything else.

Experienced things, emotional fluctuations are like clouds and mist, walking in the sky, but can't leave real traces in the sky, let the wind and rain be violent, and above the clouds and mist, the real sky is still blue and calm.

Is joy my heart?
No.

Is it anger?

No.

The heart is the heart.

The clouds and mists in sight were churning, but Bailifeng's state of mind was subtly different. The clouds and mists suddenly rolled violently, as if some kind of strange beast was hiding behind the clouds and mists, and the thick clouds and mists suddenly parted towards the two sides, one The giant bird crashed out of the clouds, and there were still traces of cloud air entangled on its wings. It was not until the cloud air flowed and disappeared after passing an extremely long distance at extreme speed.

The huge bird was reflected in Bailifeng's calm eyes.

He saw the huge body, saw its wings and the fine wood grains on its main body, saw an old man standing on it, and saw the old man's frightened face getting closer and closer in his line of sight. getting closer.

The boy's face suddenly became stiff, and his eyes widened.

"He's his mother!"

Bai Lifeng leaped up flat on the ground as if a spring had been installed on his body, howled and turned around, but how could he run too fast? Just now, he took two steps towards the back, when the huge mechanism bird directly hit fell to the ground behind the boy.

The energy was quite swift and fierce, setting off a layer of air waves that seemed to be real. If it wasn't for Bailifeng's martial arts, he would almost be knocked unconscious.

But even so, the young man was pushed away by the air waves, flew four or five meters backwards, and sat heavily on the ground with his buttocks, almost split into eight petals.

Bailifeng's heroic face contorted for a while, and finally couldn't help it, and gasped.

The murderous Mo Dao in his hand was loosened, and it fell to the ground with a jingle. The young man leaned to the left, and his right hand trembled to find something from under his buttocks. When he looked up, it was a fist-sized circle. Shi, which happened to be on the right side of his buttocks.

Bailifeng opened his mouth, and then a wave of anger surged up from the bottom up, burning fiercely in his heart.

What is the state of mind of a military strategist, what is a heart like a clear sky.

Fucking shit!

The young man picked up the Mo knife next to him, got up with a grin, and limped towards the old man who was arranging his clothes.

"Old man!"

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