I have many teachers

Chapter 40 The night is fading, and the morning has risen

The roaring sound of the desolate tiger echoed between the heavens and the earth, and it will last for a long time.

In Liu Wuqiu's room, Xia Houxuan was sitting on a stool, reading a book by the moonlight, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes and practiced his kung fu, and practiced, Huangfuxiong was forced to drink medicinal wine after his jaw was opened, and he had already woken up. But it was really boring, he just took the jar of wine and sipped it from time to time.

There was a dead silence outside the house, except for the howling mountain wind, but they could only wait here, ready to accept the unknown trial, just hearing the vigor outside, they knew that this was definitely not something they could interfere with.

But sitting and waiting to die, this kind of thing is really uncomfortable.

At this moment, other sounds were suddenly added to the howling mountain wind, like footsteps, but something was wrong, as if something was resting on the ground, rubbing against the strange tone that made people tremble all the way, Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes. Apparently, with his palm pressed on the dagger at his waist, Xia Houxuan's eyes also moved away from the scroll, and Huangfu's palm that was clasping the wine jar unconsciously burst out with veins.

The heartbeats of the three of them gradually accelerated, and the sound of friction gradually approached, getting closer...

Whoa!

The wooden door was pushed open by someone, and a pungent smell of blood mixed with the mountain peak engulfed in, making the hearts of the three teenagers soar to the fastest in an instant. The dagger in Wang Anfeng's hand suddenly unsheathed, turning into a cold light in front of him, The moonlight shone in front of that person, but it was a white-haired old man who grinned at them and said:
"Ahem, cough, it seems that you are not stupid."

"Liu, Senior Liu."

Only then did Wang Anfeng see clearly that the old man in front of him was Liu Wuqiu whom he had seen before, but his clothes were torn and covered in blood, so he didn't recognize him for a while. According to previous calculations, the old man in front of him had no intention of killing them. The extremely fast beating heart slowed down a bit, and Liu Wuqiu stretched out his right hand, saying:
"Bring it."

Wang Anfeng was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, put away the dagger, took the fan from the side table, and handed it respectfully to the old man in front of him, the latter took the fan, staggered forward, and finally sat down directly On the ground beside the bed, he took a long breath, unfolded the folding fan in the light of the moon, raised his hand tremblingly brushing the little poem on the hairpin flower on the folding fan, and said softly:

"I won……"

"Lost for 68 years, won this time..."

"I do not regret."

The three of Wang Anfeng stood beside him in silence, the old man looked at the folding fan, and whispered some words that the three of them didn't understand, but the relaxation, tranquility, and nostalgia in it were emotions shared by everyone, and the old man's voice gradually dropped, Then it turned into a description of all kinds of arts in Jianghu, mixed with some plain language. Because Wang Anfeng and the three had experienced the old man's emotions, they naturally fell into the content of his description at this time.

Xia Houxuan was talented and intelligent, learned a lot of ways, and had a high self-esteem, so he naturally looked down on Liu Wuqiu, but what the old man said in a low voice, which was somewhat messy and vague, sounded like thunder in his ears. , all can take care of each other with what he has learned, and he can't help but pay more attention, and the inner qi circulates spontaneously, and the atmosphere gradually expands and expands.

Huangfuxiong, on the other hand, was shocked by the old man's ambiguous description about boxing. He only felt that every word of this bad old man was described in the way of boxing, from a high position, pointing directly at the profound truth, and the sound of the roar of the tiger was still in his ears. While echoing, he smashed his understanding of boxing into pieces, and then built a tall building on the ground from the ruins, with a lone peak standing proudly, overlooking himself just now.

Wang Anfeng has not long been practicing martial arts, and his knowledge of martial arts is far inferior to that of his two friends. At this time, he just listened to the old man. To be honest, he didn't understand many things the other party said, but some words made him feel like he was enlightened. , I was confused when I heard it, it was just that when the internal force of Yichan Gong was running, there were some faint changes, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

The old man's voice became lower and gradually cut off. He looked up at Wang Anfeng and the three of them, and said:
"The aptitude is good. The old man has learned a lot in his life, and he has made a lot of breakthroughs today. The three of you couldn't eat it all, but it doesn't count as returning empty-handed."

"One gets its breadth, one gets its height, and the other... gets its purity. The way of heaven is like this. Human efforts will not be perfect in the end. Will three of them stand together? Very good... very good..."

The old man looked complicated, murmured a few words softly, and then said:
"The old man is tired, let's go to sleep."

The three of them couldn't understand what it meant, but they also accepted Liu Wuqiu's teaching, and immediately bowed deeply, retreated outside, lived and died overnight, suddenly like a dream, the silver moon has set in the sky, and there seems to be fish and white rolling.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at the sky, only now did he realize that a full night had passed, and in this short night, the things he experienced were more important than the sum of his past 13 years of life, and it was unforgettable. And Xiahou and Huangfu next to him also looked a little stunned, obviously this kind of experience was definitely not normal for them.

Suddenly, two streamers of light shot towards the sky, and before they approached, someone shouted loudly:

"Young master! Young master?!"

The two landed on the ground, one was a big man in brocade clothes, with a sharp heavy knife on his back, the other was a consumptive ghost, holding a xylophone, when he saw Xiahou and Huangfu, he sat down on the ground, Raising his hand to touch his chest, he exhaled and shouted loudly:

"It's finally all right, very good, very good..."

"Haoxuan scared the sixth child to death..."

And the big man in brocade clothes frowned and explained:
"It's just now that the roaring tiger on this mountain is soaring to the sky, it is forbidden for thousands of miles, and ten thousand beasts have disappeared. If someone has jumped into the road of the third-rank martial arts master in one step, it is very good that the two...three young masters are fine."

"In the future, don't be separated from us again, if you encounter such a situation again..."

Huangfuxiong shrugged his shoulders, wanted to touch the hip flask, but found nothing, curled his lips, and said:

"You follow? Can you follow the three of us and save the lives of the three of us?"

The brocade-clothed man's expression froze slightly, and he defended himself forcefully:
"The Daoist Daoist, the general of the military family, I am invincible, but if I fight with my life, no matter how bad it is, I can save my son's life."

Xia Houxuan sighed and said:
"Fate to win? Master Liu is wearing a hundred creations, just now he thought he killed a third-rank grandmaster..."

Hearing this, even the consumptive ghost stopped crying, and looked at the wooden house in front of him like a ghost. Wang Anfeng slightly raised his eyes to look at the sky. Clouds and air gather, like a dragon rolling backwards, trying to shake the sky pillar, and the vision covers dozens of miles around the sky and the earth, which is frightening.

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(End of this chapter)