I have many teachers

Chapter 78

Wang Anfeng was short of breath for a while, and the Qi-nourishing Kung Fu taught by Mr. Jiang was broken like a piece of thin paper in front of Uncle Li. His still immature face showed a lot of youthful spirit, and he stared at Li Qidao "viciously" .

Suddenly, he could understand exactly what Uncle Wang was feeling when he lifted the rhubarb nape just now.

Abandoning Dao glanced at him, smiled triumphantly and said:

"What are you looking at, there is nothing left to look at."

"You can't even practice the third Heavenly Thunder Fist, and the fourth Shenxiao Battle Qi is the result of the old man's 50 years of obsession. Although it is only a prototype, you can't touch it. When your Stellar Thunder Strength is enough to spread all over Let’s talk about the meridians and muscles of the whole body.”

"Come here, sit cross-legged, the old man will help you familiarize yourself with the method of Gang Lei Jin."

The young man glared at Uncle Li again, then came over obediently, and sat down in front of the old man, Li Qidao felt that the bun was in the way, so he pulled it away, the young man's black hair fell softly on his shoulders, the old man took a sip of wine, The right hand caressed the top of Wang Anfeng's head.

Purple lightning flashed.

The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and the world in front of him changed in just an instant.

Thunder streams linger in the air, his body is sitting, but there seems to be another 'he', following the old and distant voice in the ear, performing various strange fists and kicks in the courtyard, it is not What a great martial arts, but the most basic, can only be used to lay the foundation, very simple boxing and kicking.

What is running in the body is no longer the internal force of the golden bell, but another kind of masculine force.

Just like the might of the sky, the ordinary fists and feet are covered with extremely strong power.

Li Qidao raised his palm, took another sip of wine, his eyes were peaceful and far away.

The young man in front of him sat cross-legged, with a dazed expression, as if he had fallen into a dream of yellow beams.

Immortals caress my top and endure longevity.

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As soon as he opened his eyes, it was dark, the stars and the moon were in the sky, and a faint thunder had already appeared in his body, flowing slowly along the trajectory of the golden bell cover, his body felt slightly numb, and then he was warmed by the warm inner force. Fuping, the practice speed of this horizontal magic skill has actually increased slightly.

For the steady and steady Buddhist and Taoist skills, it is already rare.

Wang Anfeng was only surprised, the old man's voice came from his ear, and he said angrily:
"woke up?"

"Come over to eat when you wake up, let the old man teach you martial arts, and let the boy eat."

While talking, the wooden door in front was opened, and a white-haired head poked out from Abandoned Road, rolled his eyes, and shouted:

"Hurry up, come here quickly!"

Wang Anfeng clenched his fist, and a tiny thunder burst out from the edge of the fist, just like in the dream.Using manpower to control the power of heaven and earth, the young man jumped for joy, with a bright smile on his face, he replied:
"Hey, here we come."

"What's for dinner today? Pickled vegetables and meat, or drunk chicken?"

"........."

After the silence, the old man's angry voice came: "Eat and eat, you know how to eat! Why don't you eat you to death, brat!"

"But, Uncle Li, you urged me to eat..."

"you!"

This day is the Daqin calendar, December [-]th, just after the end tooth sacrifice, except for the medical doctor, firewood, rice, oil and salt who still have some jobs, and the sisters of brothels and boats are also more enthusiastic, many residents in the city packed their bags, The money, and the purchases for the New Year, followed the official road in all directions and returned to their hometown.

There are still thirteen days until the New Year's Eve.

Wang Anfeng's cultivation is still step-by-step, but in his spare time, he bought the materials and made two lanterns. He just waited for New Year's Eve to wrap them in bright red cloth and hang them in front of the door.

Li Bo once said that his internal strength is only one step away from that of the ninth-rank martial artist, but Mr. Ying scoffed at this, saying that the most difficult thing for a martial artist is the pass, and the first pass is a heavy lock. Not only are there many talented warriors in their youth, they are even more like crucian carp crossing the river, they cannot be counted at all.

Only by persevering and forgetting distracting thoughts can we grind away the obstacles little by little.

Then there are those three concise words.

Go practice!
The young man obediently sat on top of the rock, his eyes were gentle and flat as water, watching the changes in the distant clouds and mist.

After this period of practice, his eyes are already familiar with long-sighted and far-sighted vision, and the originally illusory clouds and mist have begun to have traces in his eyes.

The movement of the cloud and mist is like stretching fists and feet, and like a warrior coming and going.

If there are layers of clouds, it will be like a master's move, there will be no traces to be found, and the illusions will change unpredictablely. Wang Anfeng always guesses wrong, but the young man always enjoys it, trying to predict the trajectory of these changes.

The scribe who stood with his hands behind his back nodded slightly.

A hint of approval flashed in the ghostly fox-like eyes, which were narrow and long like knives.

Immediately froze slightly, the perception ability of the peak martial artist swept left and right in an instant, and found that only himself and Wang Anfeng were behind him, coughed lightly, raised his chin slightly, his expression became more serious, and his demeanor was independent.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, Wang Anfeng sent the Kitchen God to the peddler's house, and bought a rare piece of kitchen candy as a treat for himself. The kitchen knife is split, although it is heavy to hold, but the material is very delicate.

Seeing Wang Anfeng coming over, he smiled and took a kitchen knife and chopped a small piece of the boy. The boy ate the candy for a long time, but he remembered the little girl chewing candied haws that day.

She must eat very little sugar.

Such sour candied haws are reluctant to spit out.

Thoughts diverged, the boy swallowed the stove candy, his teeth were a little sticky, but it was also a nostalgic feeling.

On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, when the meat was cut, Wang Hongyi sent fat pork over. The young man pulled out the big iron pot and stewed it for several hours. A hole, the meat is crispy and melts in the mouth, the aroma of aniseed, cinnamon mixed with pork permeates for a long time.

The days passed without a peaceful mood for the young man. As the days passed, his eyes became brighter and brighter. No matter how hard he practiced, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. He felt that the world was bright, and even the air seemed to be full of light. With a cheerful atmosphere.

Finally, in the increasingly strong flavor of the year... Wang Anfeng's No. 13 years, turned to the last day.

Woke up early in the morning and posted the Spring Festival couplets. The words on them were written by Mr. Jiang. The words are very good, but the couplets are very simple.

The old wooden doors were cleaned, and new door gods were pasted on them. Red lanterns were hung up. At night, candles were put in. The warm red light would light up in front of every door, as if in In the world, a bunch of warm torches were lit in Daliang Village, calling for wanderers outside.

On New Year's Eve, the beginning of the new year, Vientiane is renewed.

As the sky was getting dark, Wang Anfeng went to Shaolin Temple ahead of schedule as instructed. After the practice, I wish all the masters a happy New Year.

Mr. Ying was full of impatience, scolded him for wasting time, and left in a huff.

Yuan Ci agreed gently, and gave the young man a plain wristband, with Vajra scriptures faintly resembling it, but Wu Changqing's expression was a little strange, first he gave the young man a pill, stroked his beard and said:
"This is the anti-poison pill, and it is a New Year's gift. Although the material is limited, there is no way to really cure those strange poisons, but when you wear it on your body, ordinary poisons will take the initiative to stay away from you. If you want to travel the world, it is somewhat useful. .”

Fu pondered again, and You took out a mask from his bosom, his expression became more and more strange, and he said:
"This is a ninth-grade mask, which can change your appearance."

"You will definitely need it in the future when you walk in the rivers and lakes. Of course, this sentence is not said by the old man, it is..."

Suddenly, the shrill sword howl broke out.

The old man glanced in that direction, as if he hadn't heard it, and said:
"Mr. Ying sent you."

The young man took it, but before he could speak, his eyes blurred, he had already sat down on the bed, and was kicked back to Daliang Village, he was slightly stunned, someone knocked on the door and called him, but he changed into new clothes Wang Hongyi cheerfully invited him to have dinner at home.

For this New Year's Eve dinner in previous years, he was either at Uncle Wang's house, or he and Uncle Li ate a rare meat meal. Hearing this, he nodded and agreed. When the two went out, they happened to meet Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang I don't know when I got acquainted with Uncle Wang, talked to each other for a few words, and decided to have this meal at Wang Anfeng's house.

The red candles were brightly lit, and the large round table that had been idle for seven or eight years was turned over. Uncle Wang’s son, Wang Pengcheng, became much stronger because of the practice imposed by his father, but his temperament remained unchanged. The rag was wiped several times.

Although Wang Hongyi is a butcher, he also has good cooking skills. He stir-fries a lot of meat and puts it on the table. He usually doesn't drink alcohol. He rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen to make some meals.

Mr. Jiang held the wine cup in his hand, smiled softly, and sipped his drink. The powder-carved Jiang Tianhong sat on the stool next to Wang Pengcheng, holding a big pig's trotter in both hands, listening to the young man's bragging, with a dazed expression on his face. I was taken aback.

Rhubarb stole a chicken leg secretly, lay down on the side, took two bites, and was snatched away by a black cat, walked proudly, and tore up the child it was feeding to him.

Wang Anfeng sat blankly on the seat.

His house is not big, and it used to feel empty, but today it feels so small. The lively scene that he had imagined countless times appeared beside him, but he just felt like a dream. He knew that in the distant Tianhe County, Jiangnan Road, Saibei, in the towering Shaolin Temple, there must be someone wishing him from afar.

"An Feng... An Feng?"

The voice in the ear brought the young man back to his senses. The drunk Wang Hongyi looked at him and said with a bold smile:
"There is a new look in the new year, come here, An Feng, hiccup, An Feng, come and make a wish, let's, let's all listen..."

Everyone stopped and looked at him with a smile. Wang Anfeng thought for a while, his eyes fell on those familiar faces, and he said softly:
"I hope everyone is safe and happy, and everything goes well."

I also hope... next year, no, next year, next year's New Year's Eve, it can be like this.

"Hahaha, what a sentence of peace and joy, just this sentence, let's go!"

Wang Hongyi laughed loudly, stood up and toasted, and everyone responded with a smile.

The sound of firecrackers came from outside the door. Although there were no fireworks in Dacheng, the crackling sound also brought the taste of the New Year to a new peak.

The boy has never drunk, but he is already full of drunkenness.

On the second day, Wang Anfeng went to various houses to pay New Year's greetings.

Under the big locust tree, there is no longer a gentle and chuckling scholar.

PS: Here comes the long chapter, the Daliang Village chapter is coming to an end~
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