I have many teachers

Chapter 172 'Shaolin Temple' Subordinates and Powers (22)

The rain is fading.

Fufeng Academy, the wooden house in the Fengzi Building.

Wang Anfeng knelt down on the ground, a piece of yellow paper in front of him was folded into a memorial tablet, and the three incense sticks in front of him had been burned out, and the ashes with some fire color were blown by the wind and scattered in all directions.

The boy opened his eyes.

When his father died, Uncle Li buried him himself, and he also said that he had no interest in leaving any tablet, so even Wang Anfeng, his only son, could only fold a substitute out of yellow paper.

The aroma produced by burning woody incense lingers in the nose.

The depression and gloom in Wang Anfeng's heart finally dissipated like the rain. Looking at the yellow card tablet, he suddenly couldn't tell whether the so-called sacrifice was to comfort the ancestors, or to liberate himself?
This thought is only fleeting. When the young man got up, he would always feel numb in his waist and legs when he burned incense in the past, and it would take a long time to slow down. Pick up the yellow card and set it on fire.

Seeing the familiar name being engulfed by the flames, and then gradually dispersed, Wang Anfeng stood there with his eyes closed. After a long time, he just calmed down and brought a broom and dustpan to clean up the leftover ashes. Just when his palm touched the broom, a familiar cold voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Go back to Shaolin Temple."

Wang Anfeng was slightly startled, and then reacted, his expression changed slightly.

Mr. Win?
In the past, neither the husband nor the master asked him to return to Shaolin Temple.

Since today is so abnormal, there must be special circumstances.

Thinking of this in his heart, the young man didn't dare to be negligent. He hastily closed the door and window, turned around and sat cross-legged on the bed, raised his right hand, revealing the string of Buddhist beads, and said in a low voice:
"I want to go back to Shaolin."

The familiar wooden house in front of me, and the faint fragrance lingering in the air, all dissipated and turned into the scenery of Shaoshi Mountain.

Outside the Fengzi Building.

Xue Qinshuang, dressed in white, walked over slowly, holding a green umbrella in her right hand and a jug of good wine in her left hand, looking at the wooden house with some hesitation, wondering if she should go there or not.

After hesitating for a moment, he was finally worried and stepped closer.

She is not new to the arena, and she knows that she can only believe half of what she hears in the tavern.

Martial power must be exaggerated. To say that Wang Anfeng is able to subdue a seventh-rank martial artist, and she thinks she is not as good as it is, is simply joking. Even if she was drunk, she would not believe it. , she realized something was wrong after the fighting spirit emerged.

How could the Wang Anfeng she knew do such a thing?

Impossible.

Stopping before the wooden house, Xue Qinshuang hesitated whether to knock on the door, worried about Wang Anfeng's state of mind, and also afraid that she would be alone, so she took the initiative to come to visit, which caused a misunderstanding among the teenagers.When he was hesitating in his heart, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and his expression was slightly startled.

Woody.

And it is specially used for sacrifices.

Suddenly, I thought of the rumors I heard in the tavern today. The young man who was so different from the past, who immediately drew his sword out of its sheath in a few words, Xue Qinshuang had a little understanding in his heart. softened down.

Turning the green umbrella slightly in his palm, he didn't knock on the door, holding the wine in his hand, originally planning to get the boy drunk first, but this time there was no need for it.

He should be left alone now.

In the deep rain, Xue Qinshuang turned and left holding a green umbrella.

In Shaolin Temple.

Just as Wang Anfeng stood firm, he saw that Mr. Ying was the only one standing in front of him, wearing a green shirt and standing with his hands behind his back. He felt a little doubtful, stepped forward to pay respects, hesitated, and asked:
"Mister called me here today, what's the matter?"

The scribe looked at the scenery outside the mountain, but did not answer immediately, he seemed to be thinking about the question. After a while, he turned his body slightly, looked at the young man behind him, and said slowly:

"It's been a year since you came here."

Wang Anfeng was puzzled, nodded, and said:

"Well, it's been over a year..."

Since last summer, he picked up a wristband that was not a Buddhist bead at that time, and then came into the Shaolin Temple, met the master, Mr. Ying, and the second master, and practiced all the way. If the time of the two sides is added together, about two weeks have passed year time.

The scribe nodded, glanced past the young man's face, and said:

"Today, I will take you to meet the subordinates in this world."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then an incredible feeling arose in his heart.

subordinate?

In this Shaolin Temple, the people he saw were the three teachers. Others rarely met, and even if they did, they would only react instinctively. An extremely realistic Mohist mechanism.

Therefore, when he heard Mr. Ying say that he wanted to see his 'subordinates', he felt unbelievable for a moment. Mr. Ying glanced at him, but without opening his mouth, he threw a mask to the boy and said:
"Cover it on your face, today I just show you."

"Don't talk too much."

Wang Anfeng took the mask, and saw that the color of the mask was dull, like accumulated rain clouds, but it had extremely simple lines, and it looked indescribably majestic and dignified.

This mask... seems more conspicuous than without it.

Puzzled in the boy's heart.

Isn't the mask a tool used by assassins to conceal their identities?Why is it so...deliberate?
Is it being used dignifiedly?

Second identity?

With a little understanding in his heart, the young man raised his hand and covered his face with it, and then felt a strange force sweeping across his body.

Lifting his right hand, this force entangled in his palm, turning into a long dark golden dragon, only swimming between his five fingers, and he could faintly hear the sound of the dragon's chant, which shocked Wang Anfeng a lot, and his figure trembled slightly After a while, it became clear that this was probably the function of the mask itself.

Masks that are designed too deliberately will make their appearance unnoticed and make it easier to escape.

It turned out to be the case.

Wang Anfeng nodded slightly, thinking he understood the original intention of the mask designer, raised his hand and clenched his fist. The golden dragon wrapped around him was extremely gorgeous and majestic, but Wang Anfeng could feel that the golden dragon didn't have any power, it just looked very powerful.

The boy's thoughts diverged slightly.

The role of concealing one's identity can be achieved with just an ordinary mask. Even if one wants to have a second identity, there are various methods. There is no need to spend a lot of money to create such a useless treasure.

The person who made this mask is really unpredictable.

The young man made a judgment in his heart, and then followed behind the scribe. Wu Changqing raised his eyes in the distance, and his pupils reflected the brilliance of the golden dragon, which reminded the old man of some unpleasant memories, and said:
"It turns out that the master left that treasure in order to allow Feng'er to participate in those things."

"This mask can conceal your cultivation status."

Turning over a page of recipes, the old man glanced over there, babbled, shook his head and said:

"Long time no see..."

"Those people's things are still so gaudy..."

Fufeng County Beiwu City.

The resident of the Jupeng Gang.

Gongsun Jing sat in his room with his eyes slightly closed.

At this moment, his heart was full of struggles, which became more and more intense.

A month ago, he was inexplicably dragged to a place similar to the Paradise of Paradise by an expert, where he witnessed unimaginable marksmanship, and relying on his insights from that time, he successfully defeated the gang in the gang competition. Overwhelmed his biggest opponent, and took a lot of territory and business.

If you can completely eat these benefits, as long as you eat them all...

His Jupeng gang can almost compete for the largest gang in Beiwuzhou City in the future.

As long as he has the strength, he can take another step forward.

Gongsun Jing's palm trembled slightly because of the boiling ambition in his chest.

But behind the masked, unfathomable person is the abyss where the body is smashed to pieces, or a high-ranking person who is rising to the sky, is he good or evil?

In the man's mind, he thought again of the man standing with his hands behind his back, the green shirt fluttering with the wind, this figure gradually enlarged in his mind, gradually occupying all his mind, the cold voice was like ice, and the A cavity of blood and ambition extinguished.

There is fear growing in the heart.

This kind of fear caused by the unknown is actually more severe than fighting on the battlefield back then, making him restless.

At this moment, the so-called 'token' in his palm was already glowing faintly.

During this month, he wanted to throw the bead away more than once, but he dismissed the idea more than once. At this time, the dim light lit up, his heart tightened slightly, and he subconsciously held the bead tightly in his palm In my heart, I refused to relax in the slightest.

His eyes fell on a line of verses on the desk, and he comforted himself in his heart, that those who can write such verses must not be evil people...

What a pity to attack the bandits for three thousand miles, rather than bury their bones in one hundred thousand graves!
The next moment, Gongsun Jing's majestic body had disappeared into the Jupeng Gang's resident.

In Shaolin Temple.

Enough to aspire to be the leader of the largest gang in Beiwuzhou.

A seventh-rank martial arts master, with over a thousand men under his command, clasped their fists together and bowed their hands deeply to Mr. Ying and Wang Anfeng.

"Junior Gongsun Jing... has seen Winning Dragon Head."

PS: Today's second update... a little late... everyone, please forgive me (cup fist)

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