I have many teachers

Chapter 47 The Grumpy Brother Abandoned the Way...

After Wang Anfeng bid farewell to Jiang Shouyi, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that [-]% of his fatigue seemed to have disappeared, and even the bruises on his fists were not as painful.

After returning home, he just opened the door, and saw a huge bluestone appearing in his courtyard, sitting on it was a familiar figure, tall and tall, dressed in shabby clothes, holding a wine jar in his left hand, with white hair like a lion. Luan Wu, Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback, and said:
"Uncle Li?"

Li Qidao raised his eyes, and when his eyes fell on the chains on the young man, the anger he had suppressed rose from his chest, he paused for a moment, and then he opened his mouth and said:

"This chain was added to you by your master?"

The voice was low and there was a hint of thunder and fury.

Wang Anfeng was exhausted mentally and physically at this time, he didn't notice Uncle Li's anger, he just smiled and said:

"Yeah, it's still pretty heavy."

While speaking, he raised his hand and punched, the chain rang, and the bruises and scars on the front of the fist were reflected in the eyes of Abandoned Dao. Hair, but already depressing enough.

He also knew that this must be good for Wang Anfeng.

But seeing that the child who grew up watching him grow up is now exhausted, and he has been crushed with hidden injuries. He has also practiced, so he naturally knows how painful it is, and when he grows old, he loves the younger generation more and more. The current level is no longer hard to describe.

This is simply self-harm.

He was only 16 years old when he practiced in this way, but the child in front of him was only 13 years old.

At this time, the pain and anger in the chest almost overwhelmed the rationality in the head. Looking at Wang Anfeng, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled and said:

"Where is your master... Uncle Li wants to talk to him."

In the way of warriors, communicate well.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned. He had asked Yuanci before, and the latter replied that the prayer beads on his wrist could only allow him to enter Shaolin alone. He hesitated for a while, and said:

"Uncle Li, I have no choice...I can only go alone."

"If there is one more person, we will not be able to go to Shaolin Temple."

The young man's words were a little thoughtless, but Li Qidao understood it, the veins on the back of his hand twitched, but he raised his head and laughed loudly:
"It turns out that he is still an expert who can hold the world in his sleeves and hold the world in his hands... Hahaha, good! Uncle Li is very happy!"

"This jar of wine, give it to Uncle Li!"

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and threw the wine jar directly at Wang Anfeng. The young man subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, his body felt itchy, and he was even more tired, but the faint pain disappeared completely, and Li Qidao had already turned around and strode forward. And go, looking from the back, it seems that there is a sense of desperation.

The young man was puzzled, he only looked at the wine jar in his hand, and sighed:
"Master, he... doesn't drink... It's too abrupt to give it to Master."

"Forget it, give it to Mr. Ying."

Because of the huge amount of punishment in his mind, Wang Anfeng only entered the Shaolin Temple after lunch. He was still on the lonely peak, and he was still his master and Mr. Ying. The former breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Anfeng was in good condition. But the middle-aged scribe focused all his attention on the chessboard, made a random move, and said casually:
"Here you come? Then go to practice..."

Wang Anfeng didn't go down the mountain when he heard the words, but put Li Bo's jar of wine next to Mr. Ying, who was slightly taken aback. Although they knew the outside situation, they didn't care about ordinary trivial matters, so they didn't know how to abandon the road. He frowned and said:

"For me?"

Wang Anfeng nodded and said, "Uncle Li asked the junior to give it to you."

After putting down Uncle Li's things, Wang Anfeng turned around, picked up an iron bucket beside him, and walked down the mountain. Hearing the sound of chains going away, Yuan Ci asked with a smile:

"Why don't you open it and have a look?"

Mr. Ying sneered and said:
"This wine should be for you. He knew that you don't drink alcohol and doesn't want to be rude to you, so he just gave it to me."

"Have I ever received something that others don't want?"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve robe, and it hit the wine jar like a cloud, but the coarse porcelain wine jar never cracked, and a purple lightning flashed across the wine jar, hitting the robe on Mr. Ying's right arm. Smash!

Rumble!
The purple electricity rose, and in a blink of an eye, all the mud on the wine jar was smashed. Thunder plasma flowed on the clear wine, which was daunting. Suddenly, the sound of dragon chant broke out, and the wine rose into a dragon, riding the wind and lightning, soaring to the sky When it rises, the clouds whistling, accompanied by thunder and strong wind, even in this world, it also aroused the celestial phenomena in a radius of ten miles, and thick black clouds rolled in.

The dragon's head poked out of the clouds, opened its fangs, and roared proudly towards the top of the isolated peak. Purple lightning exploded, but the surrounding area of ​​Wang Anfeng was still peaceful.

Mr. Ying opened his eyes slightly, lowered his head slowly, looked at his shattered sleeve robe, and said coldly:

"...What a big temper, the thunder in the wine doesn't hurt the wine jar, what a great skill!"

As he spoke, he raised his head to look at Yuan Ci, and said with a sneer:

"It seems that someone is questioning whether you are qualified to be this kid's master..."

Yuan Ci shook his head, smiled lightly and said:

"There is no murderous intent in this thunder, it looks like an old man complaining... It should be that the chains on Feng'er made that Uncle Li unhappy, or... With the weight you gave, it would be considered as if there was no reaction at all. strangeness."

Mr. Ying sneered and said:
"Then you plan to just expose it like this?"

Yuan Ci shook his head, stood up slowly and said:

"inappropriate……

"His move also has the intention of testing the teachings. Courtesy is reciprocal. As Master Feng'er, of course I must not lose courtesy."

Standing upright with one hand on his chest, the gray-robed monk lowered his eyebrows. Amidst the peaceful voice, the Buddhist dharma appeared behind him. Vajra glared, stepped on the fire of karma, and raised his hand flatly. Disperse the clouds and thunder in the sky.

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When Wang Anfeng left today, he was handed a string of Buddhist beads and a scroll, asking him to give it to Qiqidao, and Mr. Ying with a stern face rarely talked to him a few more words, and asked him to bring some with him next time. Books come here.

If it is not enough, then go to county towns, county towns, and there should be book collectors in these cities.

Watching Wang Anfeng's body disappear from sight, Yuan Ci looked sideways at Mr. Ying, and said with a smile:

"I never thought that you would take the initiative to understand Feng'er's world."

The middle-aged scribe didn't answer, but looked down at his right hand. At this time, the sleeve robe had recovered, and his palm was white and slender, but he was still trembling uncontrollably, with purple lightning flashing under his skin. The five fingers were slowly clenching, and the scribe's eyes were full of splendor, and he said slowly:
"Because this world seems to be very different from our world... You and I are stuck here, and we can only understand this world through Wang Anfeng."

"I originally planned to let him practice hard in closed doors. It seems that after hard training, he should also be allowed to walk around the vicinity these years. I think that since the world is full of thieves and bandits, even if the world is peaceful, there will always be some martial arts gangs. ..."

Whispering in a low voice, the corner of the scholar's mouth curled up slightly, becoming more and more serious.

　Thanks to Li Jiahui for the 100 starting coins, Ah Wen for the 100 starting coins, and Mist Killer for the 100 starting coins, thank you
　　
　
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