I have many teachers

Chapter 54 Winter is Coming

After being questioned by Jiang Shouyi that day, Wang Anfeng began to gradually restrain his behavior.

Although he still went up the mountain to cut wood, but he didn't go straight to the center of the village as usual, but took advantage of the night when no one was there, and sent them to the house of the owner of the Wang Pavilion. In Daliang Village, he was only familiar with Mr. Li and Mr. Jiang. The family, as well as the owner of the Wang Pavilion, Mr. Jiang, just arrived, and Li Bo has a lazy temper. Only Wang Hongyi can help him sell these timbers.

The latter was puzzled at first, but after understanding the reason, he laughed and agreed, his words were quite gratifying.

It is said that the owner of the pavilion Wang, who has never liked drinking, made a special trip to visit Mr. Jiang with a pot of fine Huadiao that day. The two laughed and chatted for several hours before leaving.

Afterwards, the money sent to Wang Anfeng not only did not decrease, but even slightly increased. The carpenters who came here to buy wood from the county always came here excitedly, and finally left Great Liang with a complicated expression mixed with wry smiles and admiration. village.

Originally, the opposite was a fledgling boy with little experience, but in the blink of an eye, that young man who didn't haggle very much turned into an old man. He knew at a glance that he was an expert, and the master who was used to bargaining, even the last one A layer of oil and water can be scraped off by three thirds and three centimeters.

And the villagers of Daliang Village discovered that the boy from the Wang family, who had caused a lot of things recently, is now much more 'honest', learning to play the piano and reading books by Mr. Jiang's side, and the big black bear was also killed Locked in the courtyard, he was not cruel when he was sleeping soundly, but rather simple and honest, not much different from the village dog, but he gradually let go of his heart.

Although there are still quite criticisms, they are gradually submerged in the short daily life of the parents.

In Shaolin Temple.

The sound of steady and rhythmic footsteps sounded from the mountain road, accompanied by the clear and melodious ringing of the chains, the figure of the young man ran out from the road, every step was not big, but it was extremely stable, his breathing was long and peaceful, and the body that had already The chains added to five hundred catties were no longer unbearable for him.

The inner strength of Yizen Kung Fu in his body was oppressed by the heavy pressure, was continuously consumed violently, and was re-refined by the power of the elixir. He has been practicing for two full months with this chain on his back. , It has been four months, more than a hundred days, plus the previous practice, he has actually practiced under high pressure for more than a year.

Coming up the mountain, I stepped hard, jumped up, stepped on the narrower and narrower stone steps, and then took off again before falling down, and jumped onto another stone pillar that was slightly higher, my body muscles were tense, Offset with the potential energy of the swaying water in the bucket to ensure balance and not fall from the stone pillar.

The stone pillars of different heights, but only one foot wide, stood in front of them. Wang Anfeng carried the iron bucket and moved left and right on the plum blossom piles. Although it was not the first time he had passed the plum blossom pillars, he was still a little frightened. The muscles of the whole body are almost sensitive to the limit.

The first time he stepped on this 'Plum Blossom Pile', he ignored the shaking of the water in the bucket, lost his balance, fell down and fell unconscious.

But at the time of the last step, the plum blossom pile under his feet suddenly burst, Wang Anfeng looked solemn, stepped on the broken stone with his right foot, and the broken stone burst, and the young man had already used it as a fulcrum, twisting violently in the air. With strength from the waist, the pole was spun and thrown up, and the water in the bucket spilled out. Although three or four points still fell outside, the rest went into the water tank, making a soft splashing sound.

And because of the five hundred catties of chains, he himself could only fall heavily to the ground, gasping for air in pain, but he never fell directly like the first time and passed out. , sneered:
"After practicing for so long, when encountering an unexpected situation, one cannot preserve the water, and the other cannot preserve oneself."

"Really stupid."

Wang Anfeng tried his best to stand up on the ground, cupped his fists to the awe-inspiring elder and said:

"The younger generation has met Mr. Ying."

The scribe nodded, then frowned, and said:
"You have learned the basics of medicine and poison with Wu Laodao during this period of time. How is it?"

Wang Anfeng replied: "The basic medical theory has been read, but the medicinal materials have not been recognized yet."

Mr. Ying sneered, and said, "Recognize medicinal materials? Mr. Wu has become more and more confused the more he lives?!"

"Studying medicine is for you to understand yourself, so that you don't have to practice yourself badly, not for you to be a barefoot doctor, looking for medicinal materials in the mountains and plains. Starting today, the time for studying medicine is halved, and the time for punishment... is also halved. "

Wang Anfeng was slightly startled, and Mr. Ying had already flicked his sleeves, and said coldly:

"The rest of these two items are nothing more than water grinding, there is no great benefit, and it cannot be stopped, but being too persistent is even more dull."

"You come with me."

After speaking, he lightly waved his sleeve robe and walked first. Wang Anfeng didn't know what he meant, so he had to follow behind and walked all the way towards the Shaolin building. The scribe looked stern, looked at the scenery in front of him, and suddenly said:

"You will definitely enter the rivers and lakes in the future. The rivers and lakes have been turbulent since ancient times. Do you know how to survive?"

Wang Anfeng replied:

"Martial arts...and vigilance."

Mr. Ying nodded slightly, then shook his head again, and said, "Yes, not right."

"Martial arts... I saw that you brought the classics. Although the words in them are just fragments of words, most of the living beings in this world pursue the so-called profound martial arts and the so-called artistic conception, but few people pursue the limit of skills."

Wang Anfeng thought for a while, then said softly:

"Maybe it's because it's too dangerous to pursue skills... The original purpose of martial arts is to fight and kill, like the skills of killing pigs. It's useless to daydream about it. Only by killing pigs can you know." If you don’t think right, if you don’t practice well, it’s the same with martial arts. If you don’t fight other warriors, it’s hard to find your shortcomings.”

"It can be easily injured or even killed in a fight."

"Those martial artists who pursue skills may be very few because of this reason... There are very few courageous ones, and there are fewer survivors. Those who can make achievements and write books may be one in a thousand." Bar."

"Compared with others, there must be very few."

The scribe gave him a sideways glance in surprise, nodded slowly, and said:

"Not too stupid."

This sentence is definitely not a compliment, but it is very rare to say it from the mouth of Mr. Ying who is always cold. The two walked for a while and stopped at a side hall. The plaque on it was written with vigorous brushwork wrote three big characters.

Wang Anfeng turned his eyes lightly, and said softly:
"Bronze Alley?"

Mr. Ying put his hand behind his back and said: "In the past two months, although you have not completed the punishment, you have barely passed my first test. Go... enter Tongren Lane, and after you come out, I will tell you what you lack. The second thing."

Wang Anfeng didn't understand what he meant, but during this period of time he had already faintly sensed that although this Mr. Ying had a stern face and his mouth was even more unforgiving, he was only strict with himself, but he had no bad intentions. His physique is proof, so he had no choice but to cup his fists in a salute, and being extremely careful, he walked slowly towards the Tongren Lane.

squeak-

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the alley was pitch black. When Wang Anfeng was wondering, there was a soft hula, and a row of red candles lit up on the left and right sides, illuminating the inside brightly. In front of him, originally In the empty place, streamers slowly formed a human figure, wearing a monk's robe, with a rosary hanging around his neck, looking at him with one hand clasped.

A grand and solemn voice echoed in the empty alley:

"First round, start."

The figure on the opposite side gave him a slight salute, but Wang Anfeng didn't understand the situation, so the man rushed towards him, the fist was fierce and powerful, it was Shaolin Changquan, the boy's pupils shrank slightly, and his body reacted spontaneously, his right arm slammed He lifted up the railing quickly, and held the punch firmly, but the tentacles were light and weak, and his heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, the figure suddenly accelerated, flashed to Wang Anfeng's side, and punched the young man in the ribs with a straight punch, but his left hand grabbed his collar awkwardly, and exerted all his strength to avoid Wang Anfeng's blow. When turning the elbow, he was picked up directly in the direction of his attack, and hit the ground heavily, the force that the young man raised was directly smashed away.

When he was powerless, the man had already slammed his fists down repeatedly. Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth and endured it, but silently accumulated strength, found a gap, turned around and jumped up suddenly, and smashed his right elbow horizontally, but the man seemed to be Sliding backwards like a prophet, he just avoided the edge of his fist, and when his strength was exhausted, a palm was firmly placed on his elbow, and his left palm, which had been charged for a long time, turned into a knife , chopped down heavily.

..............................

squeak-

Thirty short breaths later, the gate of Tongren Lane opened again, Wang Anfeng almost walked out with his back on the stone wall, his face was slightly pale, but what made him even more astonished was his opponent just now.

Obviously it's just Shaolin Changquan, the speed and strength are not much different, but the opponent's every move and every move is just right, as if he has been tempered, he just hit half of the move, and that half move was just a trap, and then he was like As if he had fallen into a trap, he ushered in a more violent attack, like a nine-day star falling in one go.

"Do you now understand what 'technique' is?"

Seeing his miserable condition, Mr. Ying said calmly: "In the past ten years... no, it should be a hundred years in this world, and he only ranked the [-]th among all Shaolin disciples, but he can already easily Kill you, even if your kung fu is twice as high, you are still no match for him."

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth when he heard the words, and said in admiration:

"They are so powerful... they must be even more powerful now..."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Mr. Ying's body seemed to be slightly stiff, and he said after a while:

"No...they are gone."

"How come? They are so powerful!"

Mr. Ying looked at the vast sky and the rivers and lakes under the clouds and mists, and his always stern face rarely showed other expressions. He fell silent for a while, not as if he was answering Wang Anfeng, but as if he was speaking to himself. :
"They are just passers-by in this world after all, illuminating the sky world like meteors, and then disappearing faster."

"Raising the whip and riding the horse, giving each other life and death, standing side by side, the autumn wind blowing, swimming with arms in the south of the Yangtze River... For us, it is enough to engrave a lifetime memory, but for them, it is just a dream.

"After waking up from the dream, you can no longer talk in your sleep, can you? If you are an adult, how can you still talk in your sleep?"

"They see us as 'people' who don't even have the right to have memories. Maybe it's because they don't have memories, so they don't need to feel any guilt when they leave. This is the case with people. Should we also feel a little relieved for the old people?"

"They left the rivers and lakes, they faded their brilliance in their own world, love and hate like ordinary people, trapped by life, or tired, or uncomfortable, they are no longer the heroic young heroes back then, let alone that A graceful girl who dares to love and hate, but we... Heh, we just stay in the rivers and lakes in their memory, the place in their memory, watching the mountains and rivers, people coming and going, and occasionally I will think about it , I wonder if there are also them among the newcomers?"

"Looking at us, he pretended not to know each other and greeted us. He cupped his hands and said, "It's the first time we've met a hero." On the other side, he secretly smiled to see our reaction, and said softly..."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Wang Anfeng looked at the always cold and aloof scribe in silence, and said softly:
"Sir...but I'm lonely..."

Mr. Ying murmured softly and said:
"lonely?"

"No... I was never lonely."

"It's just... a little nostalgic..."

Miss that and their rivers and lakes.

The sky is vast, and white snow is falling like fluff, floating on the shoulders of the two people, one long and one young.

Winter has come.

People are homeless.

　Thanks to the friends behind the bars for the rewards, and after adding more to the shelves, let’s start with a long chapter.
　　Thanks to the friends behind the bars for the rewards, the 100 starting coins of Tianxin Taoist body, the 100 starting coins of summer insects, the 500 starting coins of drinking water, the 100 starting coins of the prodigal son Yang, and the 500 starting coins of fat Honghong , Pan Taomu’s 100 starting coins, hallo I’m here’s 100 starting coins, Diekreuzung’s 500 starting coins, Flying Fatty K’s 200 starting coins, book friend 150729153736268’s 100 starting coins, Shuye Qianzhang’s 100 starting coins.

　　
　
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