I have many teachers

Chapter 72 The Sadness of Zhang Xianzun (Thanks to Xiong Wanshou)

It was easy to flick off the dust on the clothes, but in the end the wrinkle caused by Yang Kaixiong's fist wind couldn't be smoothed by Wang Anfeng in a short time.

Just now he was a little anxious because of this trivial matter, so in a hurry, he used his internal strength just now to secretly warn.

Although it is somewhat contrary to Mr. Jiang's teachings, these are new clothes after all...

Since he was six years old, no one has made new clothes for him.

The boy's face was full of distress.

"Brother Wang..."

Qin Fei and several people stepped over, Wang Anfeng let out a breath, put down the hem of his clothes, and when he raised his eyes, the slight imperceptible weakness disappeared. In the eyes of outsiders, he was still the Confucian boy with clean eyebrows and a gentle expression. Nodding, laughing:
"Brother Qin, Miss Qiu..."

Qiu Ruoshui returned the gift, hesitated for a moment, and spoke to Wang Anfeng for the first time:

"Prince Wang...Yang Kaixiong is the descendant of the local general. Although he is not a direct descendant, he is very talented after all."

"Again, he's older after all. Whether he wins or loses is unknown in the future."

Wang Anfeng was slightly startled, looked at the cold woman, with a smile on his face, and said:

"Well, I don't mind."

The woman nodded, turned her eyes away from him, and Qin Fei looked at Wang Anfeng, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

His family has a long history, and his eyesight is extremely strong. The kung fu of Yang Kaixiong is at least on par with him.

And he has not yet practiced the ultimate learning, and he thinks he is inferior to Wang Anfeng by more than one step.

Others only know how good Yang Kaixiong is, but they don't recognize the real master. He only saw Wang Anfeng's attack just now, and he knew that he never used more than six points of strength, otherwise it would be difficult to be so light. If he really wanted to fight, he would use his terrifying lightness skill , combined with the long-distance attack of the chain and whip method that can stun the black bear, Yang Kaixiong is determined that he will fail miserably if he can't last ten rounds.

What's more, there is also swordsmanship.

At this moment, Qin Fei was still terrified when he thought of those two sharp gazes. If Wang Anfeng didn't know how to use swordsmanship, he would be the first to say no.

At this moment, the crowd dispersed, and the beautiful Mrs. Xian Zun came over, first saluted Wang Anfeng, and then said with a smile:

"I said goodbye to the city that day, but I didn't want to meet Prince Wang here again..."

"My son's demeanor is still as extraordinary as yesterday."

Wang Anfeng smiled and said:

"It's not the case, madam, even more so than before."

The woman was slightly stunned, and then she laughed softly. Wang Anfeng looked at the little girl who was walking over, saw that she was holding the jade pendant in her hand, leaned over and said with a smile:

"I got something, do you like it?"

The little girl nodded.

A sullen-faced man next to the woman wanted to speak, but the young man bent down and talked softly to the little girl, not paying attention to him at all, making the latter look stagnant, angry but unable to attack, holding back Qu's appearance made the woman next to him laugh, and even made the man grit his teeth.

"This...how decent is this!"

He coughed heavily, but no one looked back at him, only looking at the little girl who looked like a jade carving, his complexion turned dark.

Wang Anfeng in front leaned over to caress the little girl's black hair, and Qiu Ruoshui, who was beside her with a cold expression, saw that she was cute, and couldn't help asking:
"My lord...what's the name of this little girl?"

The boy smiled and said:

"Zhang Tingyun."

Qin Xiao over there smiled and said, "This name is really unpleasant, like a little Taoist priest."

Qin Fei frowned slightly, raised his hand and tapped his younger brother on the head, and said:
"Singing the wind and playing the moon, sleeping in the snow and listening to the clouds, what's wrong?"

"Have you forgotten all the books you read?"

Qin Xiao stuck out his tongue and stopped talking. The middle-aged man behind him looked angry and proud. He raised his hand and coughed twice before he attracted the eyes of several people. There was curiosity in his eyes. Mrs. Zun raised her finger and pointed at the majestic man, and said with a half smile:
"Not yet introduced."

"This is my husband, temporarily serving as the magistrate of Jinxian County."

The rank of magistrate is not high, but he is in charge of the civil affairs of a place, and he is also in charge of the army and horses. He is also in charge of the military. Those who are parents and officials are not only talented, but also have at least a good level of martial arts cultivation, so they can be called all-round talents in civil and military affairs.

Therefore, both Wang Anfeng and Qin Fei, after being surprised, stood up and cupped their fists in salute.

Not only because of his identity, but also because of his martial arts talent.

The man looked a little better, but seeing his daughter pulling another man's clothes, he had the urge to draw his sword again, but the beautiful woman next to him smiled at Wang Anfeng as if relieved:
"Today, my husband and I are going to the temple to listen to the Taoist preacher, so I was quite worried about Yun'er."

"Young Master once saved Yun'er, and she was also intimate with you, so why don't you ask Young Master to play with Yun'er for a while?"

The face of Zhang Xianzun next to him turned dark, and he was about to speak, but his wife suddenly pulled his hand hard, and looked at him tenderly sideways, and immediately felt a chill down his spine, it's hard to say.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, and said:

"Of course it's not a problem."

Mrs. Xianzun pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and said: "Nurse Wang, nothing will happen in Yunzhong Temple, so I entrust you to follow Yun'er. If you are tired, you can take it back to the inn to rest."

After the voice fell, an old woman holding a snake-headed staff walked out behind her, with kind eyes and kind eyes, she cupped her hands and said:

"Follow Madam's order..."

Fu looked up at Zhang Xianzun again, and said with a smile:

"Master, I think these dolls are very good, you don't need to worry, besides, the old man is here, it is enough to kill those who don't have eyes."

"The end tooth festival is held once a year, and it is a good time to get together with colleagues from various counties."

"Don't be too late..."

Zhang Xianzun looked a little hesitant. This old woman is a master in his clan, and it was because Zhang Tingyun almost made a mistake before that she took the initiative to ask for it from her family. She is called a servant, but she is actually an elder. Pure, already a martial artist on the eighth rank.

It's hard to beat the gangsters, heirs of the family, but it's hard for ordinary Xiaoxiao to please.

She had already spoken, and Wang Anfeng did not appear to be a treacherous person, and the gathering of officials from all over the Wei Ya Festival was an event that cannot be missed in the officialdom.

The man thought about it for a moment, and could only sigh:
"Then I'll have to trouble Mammy..."

After a pause, he glanced at Wang Anfeng again, gritted his teeth secretly and said:

"Must be careful."

The old woman nodded and said with a smile:

"Let's go, young master, I've lived for so long, what things haven't I seen?"

Zhang Xianzun nodded, then looked at Zhang Tingyun expectantly, and said:

"Yun'er, then daddy is leaving first..."

"Is there anything you want, Daddy will buy it for you later? Jade pendant? Or sugar cake?"

The voice was gentle and pampering, completely opposite to the majesty just now, but the little girl just held Wang Anfeng's clothes, lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. Hearing this, she looked up at Zhang Xianzun, nodded, and then she didn't respond, and continued to bow her head and rub her hands. Fiddled with Wang An's windbreaker, Zhang Xianzun's complexion was slightly pale, as if he lost his soul like a scholar who had failed the exam, and was almost dragged away by his wife.

Qin Fei looked at the middle-aged man who looked back frequently, fell silent for a while, and said:
"This Zhang Xianzun..."

"What a wonderful man."

As he spoke, he looked up at Wang Anfeng with a serious expression, and said:

"However, since the Contemplation Conference is about to start, I have to go to a place first."

Wang Anfeng was startled slightly, and asked:

"We also want to go to the Yunzhong Temple that Zhang Xianzun said just now?"

"No, it's just an ordinary willow bank."

"Where to do what?"

"Find a priest."

Qiu Ruoshui, who always looked cold, changed slightly, with many emotions flashing across his face, and said:
"……It's him?!"

PS: Thank you Xiong Wanshou, Kawen today, Chapter 2 should be a long chapter, and there will be a longer chapter tomorrow, everyone, don’t worry.

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