I have many teachers

Chapter 80 Mr. Win

The scholar's cold voice fell to the ground, Wang Anfeng's expression froze slightly, Yuan Ci frowned, Wu Changqing stroked his beard, and persuaded:
"Why are you so stubborn, sir?"

"It's inevitable for An Feng to go out, you can't..."

Mr. Ying glanced at him contemptuously, and said with a sneer:
"When did I say I wouldn't let him go out?"

The boy opened his mouth and asked:
"Then Mr. has allowed me to go to the academy to study?"

"No."

Wu Changqing was given a headache by the scribe's answer, interrupted with a wry smile, and said, "Sir, what's your opinion, why don't you just open it up..."

Mr. Ying stood with his hands behind his back and said:

"I allow him to go to the academy. He should see the world and understand knowledge."

"However, you are not allowed to visit the Enrollment Palace... The purpose of this World School Palace is to spread the word to the world, and the speed of teaching disciples is measured by the appearance of the average person."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and then he glanced at everyone, and fell on Wang Anfeng again, and said with a sneer:
"Feihong imitates sparrows, lone wolves imitate dogs, and dragons walk in the filth like insects."

"Do you want to fool yourself?"

"idiot!"

Wu Changqing thought for a moment when he heard the words, nodded slightly, and said: "That Mr. Jiang may want An Feng to meet his elders and friends, and be alert to himself, but he doesn't know the existence of us, which is enough to avoid the teacher of confusion. Although the world is different, But the truth is the same after all..."

"But if you don't enter the palace, how can you learn the classics of this world? There is a lot of knowledge that I can't pass on."

"Stealing a teacher is a taboo no matter where you are."

Mr. Ying shook his head and said:
"In this world, martial arts rule the roost. All schools and factions value the mysteries of martial arts, which are the secret treasures of heaven and earth. However, ordinary classics, because of the tendency of a hundred schools of thought to contend, are placed in the academy for students to borrow."

Yuan Ci frowned, and interrupted:

"But if Feng'er is not a student, how can I borrow..."

The corners of Mr. Ying's mouth curled up, showing a cold arc, his eyes fell on Wang Anfeng, and said:

"No, besides students, there is another kind of people who can go to see it."

"Go to the academy as an errand."

"Not for students, but for long-term workers."

"Scholar's library guard."

The young man was startled.

Book collector is an official position handed down from thousands of years ago. Later, hundreds of schools established a school and continued to use this name.

There are nine real librarians who suppress the world's secret books, and their strength and knowledge are unfathomable.

The book collector in the academy is just an elegant name for the long-term worker who guards the classics of various schools, because the secret books of martial arts are stored elsewhere, there are only classics of various schools of truth here, and some miscellaneous books about travel notes.

Wang Anfeng didn't have the slightest resistance to the status of book collector. It might be difficult for other Confucian youths to accept it, but the youth was shocked at the beginning. Walking around with each other and borrowing books from various schools all the time seems to be quite good.

You can also earn some money.

Today, he practiced as usual in Shaolin Temple. After some hard training, Wang Anfeng bid farewell to his masters and returned to Daliang Village. Mr. Ying stood with his hands behind his back and frowned slightly as he looked at the direction in which the young man was leaving. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

On the second day, Wang Anfeng was stopped by Mr. Ying after he finished practicing his inner strength.

"gentlemen?"

The scribe was silent for a while, and said:

"I have nothing to do today, and I want to practice martial arts."

"Do you really want to watch?"

The young man was stunned, not knowing whether to say yes or no, and finally nodded hesitantly. Mr. Ying glanced at him, turned and left, and Wang Anfeng followed behind the scribe with a puzzled face. field.

When he arrived at the martial arts arena, the scribe casually threw a green bamboo to him, he didn't know where he got it from, it was still covered with morning dew, and his hands were cold.

The young man was still puzzled, Mr. Ying raised the green bamboo in his hand, and said coldly:
"Okay."

As the voice fell, Mr. Ying's eyes shrank. Before Wang Anfeng saw the movement clearly, a sharp cold light burst out. The green bamboo stopped slightly, but there was a real torrent rushing straight forward along the trajectory of the green bamboo, The air in front was cut into two parts, and the air was oppressed by a huge force, as if forming a viscous air wave, which separated towards both sides in an extremely silent manner.

The bird was involved, the snow fell without a trace, and everything was completed in dead silence.

And on the green bamboo, the morning dew is still there, never falling.

boom!
After a few breaths, the whistling and roaring sound came from the young man's ear, the violent air current tearing and roaring, but the aftermath made his face hurt, the scribe waved his sleeve, and the violent storm stopped in an instant.

The young man's heart was beating wildly under his chest, and it didn't calm down until several breaths later, and he murmured:
"Is this... swordsmanship?"

Mr. Ying's eyes showed disgust, and he wanted to say something, but he only said:
"Do not……"

It is homicide.

He was silent again, and said:

"You see that my moves are powerful, don't you really want to learn? Do you want me to teach you?"

Wang Anfeng looked at the sea of ​​air waves and clouds still churning in the distance, exhaled softly, nodded, and said:

"……Yes."

Mr. Ying nodded in satisfaction and said:
"But I won't teach you."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, but he heard the scribe's low voice, which went straight to the bottom of his ear, saying:

"But I will practice martial arts here every day. This martial art requires that the three treasures of spirit, energy, and spirit be unified and condensed on the blade. You need to pay attention..."

The young man was at a loss, not knowing why Mr. Ying taught him martial arts in such an awkward way.

Wu Changqing on the lonely peak in the distance took everything into his eyes and said with a smile:

"Mr. Ying teaches martial arts, the method is always the same..."

Yuanci stopped chanting, raised her eyes and said:
"He said before that Feng'er would never teach him the sword style unless he learned a lot of kung fu from him... I don't know what came to mind yesterday, so I have to go through a lot of trouble like this."

"In this way, it's not him passing on Feng'er's martial arts, but Feng'er stealing it..."

Wu Changqing laughed and said:
"Mr. is really wonderful."

"You and I don't care about this matter, I'm afraid Feng'er has already forgotten it... Mister is really awkward."

Yuan Ci shook his head and sighed, "He never cared about us."

"He only cares about himself. He is arrogant by nature, so proud that he doesn't even want to go against what he said casually."

"But it's so casual that it even wants to break its own rules."

"That's why he can run thousands of miles, kill people and drink wine in the snow for a word of promise. He can also be an enemy of the world's martial arts without any care, and behead the heads of aristocratic families."

Wu Changqing was stunned, and sighed: "It's really weird..."

"The demeanor is really extraordinary."

Because of Mr. Ying's "teaching", although Wang Anfeng couldn't master it with just one move, he looked a little bit good. He bid farewell to the masters and returned to the present world, feeling a little relieved in his heart. Startled.

He got up and pushed open the door, but he saw that the bear had roared to his feet, his hair stood up, ferocious and ferocious, but standing in front of him was a little girl carved in powder and jade, with clear eyes, not as tall as the bear, and an attendant was talking to someone outside the door , saw the situation and let out a miserable cry, it was completely too late.

"Miss!!"

　Thank you for the 100 starting coins of bulejoke, and the 100 starting coins for the drunk rain washing the moon, thank you
　　
　
(End of this chapter)