I have many teachers

Chapter 169 Demons (1\2)

Autumn is getting stronger.

The maple forest in Fufeng Academy gradually turned red, like a burning vermilion bird falling here.

In the Fengzi Building, Wang Anfeng was sitting on one side, holding a book in his hand. In the past ten days, he practiced diligently and finally mastered the prajna palm taught by his master. The second master also taught him a fingering technique. It is divided into acupoints and pulse cutting for close combat, and fierce and sharp finger strength for long-distance attacks.

The latter relies on profound internal strength, which he cannot use casually at this moment. However, since he already has some foundation in medical skills, the close-up method is quite fast, and it can be applied to the bronze man one step earlier than the Prajna Palm. Actual combat in the alley.

As for the Prajna Palm, the combat power shown by this palm technique in his hands is only beyond the realm of Shaolin Changquan. He has not yet shown the true power of the first palm technique of Nafo School. He also knows that his martial arts are not proficient enough. , so this is the case, so I don't care.

At this point, the mind is already quite messy.

Wang Anfeng could hear the rain getting worse outside the window, and the sound of the rain falling on the bluestone slab was noisy and chaotic.

Two faces always appeared in my mind uncontrollably.

One is blurry and the other is very clear.

The fuzzy face looked like a woman, the outline was very soft, it should be extremely beautiful, but the deepest memory was the palm touching her cheek.

The hand was white, like the color of bone.

The touch is also like bones, colder, but far less than the water droplets falling on his cheeks, which are cold to the bones, so cold that it is horribly cold.

It seems that there was a heavy rainstorm that day.

The young man covered the writing with his right hand, raised his head, and could feel the water vapor coming from his mouth and nose, as well as the illusion caused by being too wet, similar to the illusion of being about to drown and suffocate.

This is the heaviest rain this year.

Wang Anfeng frowned.

He hates rain.

Especially autumn rain.

Especially in autumn rainstorms.

Exhaling foul breath, the young man got up and put the closed book in his hand back to its original position. I don't know if it was because of the heavy rain outside. There seemed to be many more people in the Fengzi Building today, and the slight sound of footsteps mixed in Together, it is more uncomfortable than the loud sound of thunder, and the sound of turning the pages of a book is the same.

Wang Anfeng raised his head and glanced at the already familiar Fengzi Building, but found that it seemed that because the building was too high, he didn't find many more people coming.

It seems even more sparse.

The young man kept furrowing his brows, raised his hand to loosen his collar, and felt that his breathing was a little smoother.

He had the urge to vent his anger by shouting, but his all-time temperament made him suppress this desire deep in his heart, just like what that other face had been doing back then.

It's time to die, still laughing.

A familiar student walked over and greeted him. Wang Anfeng nodded gently as always. When the student opened the bamboo umbrella at the door, some light rainwater spilled out. Wang Anfeng's palm trembled slightly instinctively, but he did not show any abnormality. , simply raised his hand and took down a new book.

He opened it casually, glanced over, and took one of the sentences into his eyes.

"...but Yun finally hates being fooled, blood disease breaks out, the bed mats are torn apart, the knife is ineffective, the outbreaks stop and stop, and the bones disappear."

The young man strengthened his palm slightly, and after a moment of silence, he closed the book, revealing the cover of the book. The title of the book was written on it, "Six Chapters of a Floating Life·The Ups and Downs". It's cool, but Wang Anfeng's heart is getting more and more dull.

In June, he was in the same mood outside Dingwu City. When he saw the seventh-rank martial artist in Baihutang collapsed, his body blood was washed by the rain, he felt a faint pleasure in his heart, which offset the dullness. He suppressed the dark corner of his heart, but today is Qiu Yu.

And it was raining.

What's more, that person fell asleep completely eight years ago today.

In the autumn rains of the past, when he swung the butcher's knife, he would be very happy. The owner of the pavilion leaned aside, watching him silently.

Fu recalled that in the small wooden house in Daliang Village, the skinny man was smiling until the last moment.

Daogui is ineffective, it occurs and stops when it occurs, and the skin becomes emaciated.

The writing style is really good, and the description is similar.

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes.

'He' couldn't stand the wind and cold, even if he burned a very strong fire on a rainy day, he still left in the autumn rain.

The torrential rain that day was heavier than today, and there was thunder roaring in the sky, as if sending each other off.

The boy exhaled, raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, smiling in his heart.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, it was like a sow giving birth.

The corner of his mouth grinned, but even if he didn't look in the mirror, he could still know that his smile must be ugly and tight now.

Thoughts were flying in his mind, Wang Anfeng simply got up, picked up the bamboo umbrella that was put aside, walked outside, and then went out the door, before he opened the umbrella, there was a young man with bright eyes and shouted loudly:

"Hahaha, Wang Anfeng, are you finally willing to come out?!"

"A certain family has been waiting for you for a long time, if you are not afraid, then come and fight with me!"

He was wearing a rather gorgeous yellow dress, and the sword scabbard in his right hand had seventeen or eighteen precious stones, which looked more like a treasure than a weapon. There were two beauties holding umbrellas beside him, so he fell down. He has never been contaminated by rain and fog, and still looks unrestrained. Looking at Wang Anfeng at this time, his eyes almost shine.

Since Fufeng Shushou is on the list of stars, there will naturally be people who challenge him, some for his name, and some who just want to prove what he has learned, and he is not a bad name, ordinary people can't challenge.

And most importantly, almost everyone in Fufeng County now knows it.

The librarian was a good man, a rare good man.

If you challenge him, you won't lose badly, but when you come out in the past, you can brag with your friends, and you can also brag a few words, saying that when you competed with the masters on the XingXiu rankings, you lost forty or fifty times, and you lost with one move just now. Light.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes to look at the boy in the yellow shirt in the rain curtain, his heart was gloomy, but still restrained, he clasped his fists and said:
"Sorry, I still have some things to do today."

The implication is that I don't want to accept it.

The boy frowned slightly.

The librarian in front of me usually would not reject other people's discussion, but seemed to be very interested in other people's martial arts. He was rejected at this time, but for the first time, there were already acquaintances laughing out loud with faces I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and because the person in front of me was always modest and polite, and I didn't have any fear in my heart, I subconsciously sneered and said:

"Why does the book collector treat one more than another? It's just a discussion. Could it be said that the book collector is afraid?"

But for such provocative words, the sword-reporting man behind the boy just stood there with his eyes closed, without any reaction.There were also four or five young men in gorgeous clothes, and they made strange mocking voices, which annoyed the young man in yellow. Amidst the clanging sound, he had drawn his sword out of its sheath, laying in the rain, and said:
"It's just a battle, why should the book collector be like this?"

It's still raining.

Wang Anfeng's depressed mood gradually collapsed today.

Raising his eyes, the people he saw in front of him were without a doubt the dudes of the aristocratic family. Since there would be Huang Fuxiong among the children of the aristocratic family, there would be heroes like Xue Qinshuang, and there would be such people who rely on power, and even if these rely on People with power will also have not weak warriors to protect them, so they don't have to care about others.

A violent thought rose in his mind, but was suppressed by the state of mind he had been in all along.

No... that's just the most normal reaction of a person who has been rejected.

Wang Anfeng whispered in his heart.

Being rejected will naturally make him feel uncomfortable. All things in the world are not worried about the few but the uneven. He has not rejected others before, but now he rejects him, he will naturally feel that he is targeting him, and it will be natural to be angry .

You can't think you are superhuman just because you are listed on the star list.

I restrained myself in my heart, but those voices of yin and yang were still incessant, mixed in the rain, and washed to the floor by being engulfed, and the two familiar faces in my mind became more and more clear in the more rapid rainstorm.

The young man swung his sword, and the rain fell on the spine of the sword. It was bounced up by the strength, and splashed on Wang Anfeng's face, like a woman's bone-white fingers touching it, like a drop of turbid tears without warmth.

Gradually tighten the palm holding the bamboo umbrella.

Seeing that Wang Anfeng no longer responded to him, the boy clicked his tongue. Although he was angry, he also knew that he was a very talented warrior in front of him. He was not a big brother, so he couldn't do too much. He decided in his heart to go to the painting boat to vent. Furious, his palm trembled, and he was about to put the long sword back into the scabbard in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, and sneered.

He has always been domineering, and his words are quite blunt. Did he want to say something in a hurry to go to the funeral?But he didn't want to be as dirty as those ordinary warriors, and formed a grudge, so he just punched casually and said with a smile.

"Then let's not bother the librarian anymore."

"I'm really sorry for the interruption today, then... I wish your family a long life."

Wang Anfeng's body trembled slightly, and faint bloodshots emerged from his pupils.

Today is the death day.

The face of the young man in front of him gradually coincided with that of the Baihutang warrior who was lying in a pool of blood.

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