I have many teachers

Chapter 83 The Incident of Wang Anfeng's Transformation

Today's practice, Yuan Ci and others did not mention Wang Anfeng. After the young man returned, he slept very comfortably on the soft bed in the inn. He ate some breakfast the next day and left the city gate with his green horse.

Different from the previous two trips, this time I traveled a long distance alone. I have seen more scenery than the teenagers combined, and my mood is naturally more volatile. I just feel that what I see and hear along the way is very fresh and interesting. , I am also full of expectations for the days ahead.

Especially the rivers and lakes.

Although he did not enter the rivers and lakes, the feeling of going to an unknown place also made the young man quite excited.

I will always think uncontrollably, what the life in the rivers and lakes of the storybook will look like.

After walking along the official road for a while, Wang Anfeng turned into a small road, and walked for another hour. The people who had left the city together scattered to other paths. Only a middle-aged man with a clear face was still with Wang Anfeng. He patted his horse and caught up, and greeted with a smile:
"Brother, what a coincidence, you also went to Zhaojia Village? Why are you so unfamiliar?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback, thinking that Zhaojia Village was a small mountain village like Daliang Village. Although the middle-aged man misunderstood him, he was naturally kind and friendly, so he also smiled and replied. The middle-aged man was quite eloquent. , The behavior is also bold and generous, the two talked together, time passed, and they had already entered the alley.

The surrounding trees were originally luxuriant. At this time of winter, there was not a single leaf. They surrounded the sides of the road, like ghosts with claws and claws. If it doesn't work, he just stays in Zhaojia Village for a night, and suddenly senses a trace of murderous intent that is well concealed, and frowns slightly.

At this moment, there was a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and several afterimages shot out. Accompanied by several crisp sounds, several arrows were nailed to the two rows of tree trunks, trembling, and suddenly dozens of arrows shot out from both sides. The big man, headed by a person carrying a Xuanhua ax weighing hundreds of catties, with a beard and rough eyebrows, smashed the ax in his hand to the ground heavily, and laughed wildly amidst the loud noise:

"Hahaha, what a fat sheep, hahaha!"

"It looks like a rich and unkind person. Our brothers robbed the rich and helped the poor, and just killed them to help the poor!"

Wang Anfeng looked stern, knowing that he had met a robber, raised his wrist slightly, and wanted to use the whip, saying:
"Uncle Yang, back off, I..."

Before the voice fell, I suddenly felt weak, and a soft force emerged from my body, and my face changed slightly. I suddenly thought of something, and I turned my head to look at it. I saw the gentle and smiling appearance of the pale man, and I understood it like lightning in my mind. .

When eating dry food at noon, he once drank the herbal tea from the other party's pot.

The boy gritted his teeth and said:
"Is it poison?"

At this time, Wu Changqing hadn't given him a medicated bath to cultivate a body that is invulnerable to all poisons. Even though Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth to force himself up, the drug given by the other party was quite extraordinary. After a while, his vision gradually blurred, and he was soft on the horse's back On the ground, the green horse neighed, and was about to rush out, but suddenly a sharp sword carrying Buddhist sounds and Sanskrit sang whistled in his ears, and his body was stiff and unable to move.

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Wang Anfeng woke up in a shaking.

Internal force circulated, Thunder eliminated the remaining toxins, he was in a trance for a while, and then he woke up completely. At this time, not only the wooden sword and Guqin were not on his body, but even the Confucian deep clothes sewn by his wife were stripped off. In the middle of the night, only the thin underwear was left on the body.

His body was bound by a heavy chain, and he was thrown into a wooden cage like a prison cart. Besides him, there were many strange things, surrounded by a dozen big men, and it was almost dusk, and loud conversations could be heard in his ears voice.

"Old Six, I really have you. I'm afraid this kid has some skill in his hands. That whip lock is quite valuable."

"That's right, I guess this kid should have learned some martial arts, so he wants to come out and learn from others to travel in the rivers and lakes. I took the drug enough to stun a black bear, didn't I also be let go?"

"Crossing the rivers and lakes, wandering the rivers and lakes, haha, the rivers and lakes are full of blood, and people before and behind will be stabbed."

There was another burst of laughter and flattering voices, Wang Anfeng's body was slightly stiff, he felt that his fantasy about Jianghu was completely shattered, and he was thrown into a mud ditch, where he was trampled on a few times at will, quite annoyed.But at this time it seemed that they had reached the place, the speed slowed down, and the carriage slowly entered a stockade.

Wang Anfeng peeked at it, and the blood in his body became cold instantly.

The setting sun was like blood, and there were two long poles erected on the left and right sides of the stockade. On the rope in the middle, a row of corpses hung like clothes. Several people cursed and hung up a new corpse, shaking in the cold wind.

The rough man driving the car laughed and said:

"Haha, why is this girl dead?"

"Oh, I'm always stubborn, I've been played to death, still stubborn, stubborn ass."

The man spat, feeling quite dissatisfied, and said:

"If she wants to die, then let her die!"

The middle-aged man with a clear face glanced at him and sighed, "You are too ruthless..."

"Hehe, what's the sixth master's opinion?"

'Six Lord' stroked his beard, and said: "The most attractive part of this woman is her white and tender feet. You have used red embroidered shoes, and once you put on these hot iron shoes, where can you see..."

The man was slightly stunned, but he said again: "Oh, what do you care if they are all dead? You don't know, Sixth Master, this bitch can dance very vigorously in red embroidered shoes. When she was wearing them, she was not afraid." of."

Wang Anfeng's body trembled slightly, but the sound of Buddha's sword screamed in his ears, suppressing his anger. Mr. Ying told him to understand the situation before making a decision, and not to act recklessly. There was no coldness in the words, and there was also a heart of anger .

He understood, but his anger never abated.

In the story, the image of the hero who gathers in the mountains and forests, eliminates harm for the people, robs the rich and helps the poor instantly shatters, and turns into an incomparably realistic appearance. The new corpse is a delicate and lovely girl with a soft face, dying of severe pain, but There was a hint of relief on his face.

The rusty shoes that were burnt to red, danced wildly without fear.

Dance to death.

How desperate is it to regard this tragic death as the destination of happy relief, stepping on the fire and dancing, looking at the stunned robbers, the appearance and spirit at that time, is it proud and happy?
Wang Anfeng's palms trembled slightly, and the internal energy in his body was mixed with thunder, almost roaring.

That little girl was barely a year older than him.

He just stepped into the rivers and lakes with the feeling of longing for a fairyland, but when he looked back, he saw the most miserable scenery in the eighteen levels of hell.

On the road, I passed several low houses made of yellow mud and loess. There were no doors and windows, but they were surrounded by iron railings. There were many people inside, including men and women, old and young, with numb faces and many people. She was still wearing thin unlined clothing, and shivered in the cold wind.

Iron torture tools were nailed to a high wall in the south, and the fresh bloodstains on them proved that it was not just a decoration. Standing around were tall robbers with rough looks and powerful postures, standing and chatting. The kidnapped people were working hard, and when they took a breath, they whipped them across.

Wang Anfeng was temporarily thrown into a cell, and those people laughed loudly and went away.

There were seven or eight people in the room, most of them were like walking corpses, only one old man was still alive, seeing him coming, he said with a wry smile:

"Heavenly bastard, he robbed someone again."

Wang Anfeng turned his eyes and landed on the old man. His mind was filled with unprecedented anger. He was pure in nature, but when he witnessed such a tragedy, his reaction became more violent. He murmured hoarsely:
"I am a mighty Qin, why would there be such a robbery, such a tragedy?"

"why"

The old man laughed miserably and said, "It is precisely because our Great Qin is strong and powerful, with a vast territory."

"It can rule the world, and can clean up all kinds of heroes, but this small group of bandits and robbers are like the lice on a giant beast. It is difficult to catch and deal with. There will be a new batch."

"Daqin is suffering too, he can't be transferred back to the [-]th Route Longwei for these little lice...otherwise the wolf cubs around will become restless again, and the casualties will be even more serious, and when ordinary soldiers and guards attack, this group of people are thieves. Running around on the mountain, nesting in the cave and not coming out, only shooting when you see the target, if you want to destroy it, unless you set fire to the mountain, it will be useless."

"But if you set fire to the mountain, the lives of the people around you will be even more miserable. I don't know how many local officials are staring at each other, but they have no choice but to cough up blood."

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth and said:
"Then... so what..."

The old man sighed and said:
"Who knows... These martial arts practitioners are strong and strong, human nature is evil, and they are born lazy. There are always many who are unwilling to live an honest life, robbing houses, getting money quickly, and being called a green forest hero. Why don't you go? ?”

"This is the so-called use of force to violate the ban, to commit crimes!"

"The so-called saints are immortal, and there are many robbers. If there was no martial arts in the world, wouldn't there be so many lazy bandits and bandits... What kind of heroes are you? Pooh, the old man has never seen a good bandit!"

The old man was rambling, Wang Anfeng sat against the wall, his mind was churning with thoughts, the flames of anger rushing into his brain for a while slowly dissipated, and he gradually regained his sanity, but his thinking gradually changed, and his right hand on his knee was slowly clenched together.

About half an hour later, someone opened the prison door, pulled up Wang Anfeng who was covered in iron chains, and said:

"Brother called you over, hey, you'd better pray for that bitch to take good care of him, he is very angry today."

While talking, he took Wang Anfeng away, the old man wanted to say something, but finally he could only sigh, sat on the spot in frustration, as if suddenly losing his temper, he punched the ground heavily, and cursed.

"God damn bastards, why didn't God take them with a thunderbolt!"

The robber took Wang Anfeng with him, although he knew that the young man behind him might be capable of martial arts, but he felt at ease.

Wearing that [-]-jin chain, how strong is it?

But just turning around an empty corner, a huge force hit the robber directly on the neck, and the latter fell silently into Wang Anfeng's arms. Wang Anfeng avoided his sight and threw the robber Dragged into the shadow of the moon, at this moment, Mr. Ying's voice suddenly came from the ear.

"Enter Shaolin."

Wang Anfeng was silent for a while, and disappeared into the shadows.After entering Shaolin, he saw the figure of Mr. Ying standing on the isolated peak with his hands behind his back. The scribe looked at him with a sneer on the corner of his mouth and asked:

"You want to kill these people?"

"How many masters do you know?"

"Do you know that maybe there are some people in there who have a hard time and are forced to turn into bandits?"

Wang Anfeng was silent, glanced at Yuanci, and for the first time lost the docile appearance of his disciple, looked directly at Mr. Ying, and said:
"Laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, for a murderer, the chief culprit will be beheaded, the accessory will be strangled, and the heirs will be flown for three thousand miles!"

"The thieves of the Great Qin Dynasty respected the law, and those who gathered a crowd to scream all over the place will be killed without guilt! The main criminal's property will be rewarded to those who report it, his wife will be exiled for three thousand miles, changed to low status, and served for three years, and the accomplices will kill without reporting. Not guilty!"

With a stern face, Mr. Ying sneered and reprimanded:
"Childish! Who do you think you are?"

"Looking like you, you have a clumsy and upright personality, black and white, and are most likely to be used as swords."

"but……"

There was a slight pause in the voice, and a light appeared in the eyes of the scribe. He looked Wang Anfeng up and down, and suddenly clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"If you want to punish the law, it's hard to punish, and you will kill what the world has not killed, good! Very good! Very good!"

"There are many eyes, this matter will inevitably attract the attention of all parties, you can't use your original identity."

After saying that, with a wave of his right hand, a suit of black clothes appeared on the boy's body in a blink of an eye. It fit perfectly, without any decorative pattern on it, except that the collar of the clothes was pure white without any impurities. The black and white matched each other, like a broken prison from hell Ghost messenger, exuding a faint coldness.

Another green bamboo appeared in Mr. Ying's hand, it was straight and upright, the morning dew was still wet on it.

Throwing it to Wang Anfeng casually, said.

"This thing can add a hint of Yin attribute change to your Lei Jin, which is convenient for covering up whereabouts."

Wang Anfeng took the green bamboo, poured it with thunder energy, and there was a thunder snake flowing along the green bamboo, instead of regaining its original toughness, it added a little femininity, and its color turned to deep purple. After a moment of silence, he clasped his fists and said:

"Thank you sir."

The scribe in front of him waved his hand casually, and another cast iron mask appeared in his hand, which was about to cover the young man's face.

But one hand was on his wrist.

Mr. Ying looked slightly startled.

The young man took the mask from him on his own initiative. On it was Bi An, the seventh son of the dragon, who could distinguish right from wrong and judge impartially. A pair of tiger eyes were staring at Wang Anfeng coldly, like the eyes of a delicate girl under the setting sun.

Everything that he saw just now appeared in his mind, his fingers were slightly cold, and Wang Anfeng said softly:
"I'll come, sir..."

Amidst the words, the young man raised his hand to cover his face with the mask, and it fit perfectly. In the gap between Bi An's eyes, a pair of black and white pupils appeared.

The scribe was startled, then nodded slightly, took a step back, and looked at the young man in front of him.

He was dressed in black, with black hair hanging down his shoulders, and a hideous mask covering his face.

The metal has a slight coldness, and the black hair is slightly messy. Wearing black clothes, the boy's temperament is a little more cold, and there is a murderous heart in his chest, which is even more cold. His expression became more and more satisfied, he nodded slightly, and said.

"Choose a name for yourself."

The look in the boy's pupils was still clean, he turned around holding the sword, fell silent for a while, and said slowly.

"Uneasy."

In the blink of an eye, there was no such figure on Mount Shaoshi.

Historians lamented that Confucianism violated the law with literature, and chivalry violated the law with martial arts.

Uneasy after all.

PS: Here are the long chapters,
This is one of the turning points of Wang Anfeng's character... He can still be kind and sincere, but he can no longer be so simple like a child who knows nothing about the world, he must grow up.

Then, I think...there is darkness, and there is chivalry, it is the world, and it is because of the existence of darkness, the style of chivalry, that it is more dazzling and precious...

　Thank you for the 500 starting coins from the behind-the-scenes of the big world, and the 100 starting coins from Frozen Flame, thank you
　　
　
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