I have many teachers

Chapter 92 Wang Anfeng's Countermeasures
After the banquet at Tianfeng Restaurant, everyone returned to Fufeng Academy, and naturally dispersed afterwards.

Wang Anfeng stood in the bamboo grove at the entrance for a while, and after confirming that he no longer smelled of wine and meat, he gently opened the door and entered. Mr. Ren was still sitting surrounded by classics, reading with his head down, pretending that he did not exist, the young man smiled slightly Heaving a sigh of relief, he found a bookshelf and sat down cross-legged, took out a book, and read it quietly.

By the time the moon was in the middle of the sky, all the students had left cleanly, and Mr. Ren disappeared without a trace. Wang Anfeng put the books back in his hand, took the sweeping tools, and carefully swept the wooden steps of the Fengzi Building Once again, after returning to his wooden house and closing the doors and windows, he raised his right hand and said softly:

"Return to Shaolin."

The field of vision in front of me changes as usual, and when it reappears, it is already the scenery of Shaolin, the mountains are long, Mr. Ying and Yuan Ci are sitting and playing chess, Wu Changqing is sitting on a rattan chair, leisurely, with a stack of snacks next to him, holding A book of medical skills, looked at with gusto, and wrote "Five Qi Theory", which is a new book written by a doctor a few years ago, and it is hidden in the Fengzi Building of Fufeng Academy.

During this time, apart from reading by himself, Wang Anfeng read several books that the masters asked for every day.

He doesn't need to understand it, just read it quickly.

Among them, Mr. Ying often asks for miscellaneous travel notes, the master loves various classics, and the second master is very enthusiastic about medical books. After reading many books, he still feels that it is not enough. Seeing Wang Anfeng coming, the old man put down the Chinese medicine book in his hand, stroked his beard and said with a smile :
"An Feng is here... Do you want some snacks? The best almond cakes..."

The young man saluted and greeted, Wu Changqing waved his hand, and said:

"Oh, how many times have I told you, our own family, what are we doing with these vain rituals?"

"It made a lot of difference for nothing."

Wang Anfeng just laughed when he heard the words. Mr. Ying left a word, glanced at him, and said slowly:

"What's going on today?"

"Say it."

The young man was slightly stunned, he didn't know why the scribe came out at the first sight, but he didn't want to pursue this kind of thing, so he calmed down, and told the three teachers exactly what he heard today without any modification, At the end, the voice paused slightly, and said:

"Because this fashion is in the middle, so Tu'er feels that this is also an opportunity."

"A chance to erase the original traces."

Yuan Ci nodded slightly, and was about to speak, when the scribe in front of him suddenly fell, killing him a big dragon, Yuan Ci was startled, his words paused, the scribe had already turned cold, nodded and said:
"Not stupid."

"Tell me……"

Wang Anfeng was silent for a while, then carefully glanced at the scribe, gritted his teeth, cupped his fists and bowed down, saying:
"Junior implore senior, teach me the complicated swordsmanship along the way."

The scribe narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"Why?"

Now that Wang Anfeng has opened his mouth at this time, there is no turning back, so he can only bite the bullet and continue:

"The famous legalist catcher Wuxin is hunting for the lowest cultivation level of the ninth rank. His swordsmanship is fierce and direct, and the meaning of chasing souls and killing his life is difficult to understand. It is not a cultivation base that has not broken through the ninth rank. His swordsmanship is not good and he wins with complexity. The killer is Wang Anfeng of boxing and whipping."

"This junior has not broken through to the ninth rank at this time. If the breakthrough time is suppressed, before the breakthrough, relying on complicated swordsmanship to learn martial arts with acquaintances, and exposed the characteristics of being not good at swordsmanship but good at fists and feet. Then break through to the ninth rank in front of everyone , these together should make my doubts greatly reduced."

"To avoid, I'm afraid you can't hide from Wuxin's pursuit, but this junior can keep himself out of his sight as much as possible, and appear openly without being suspected."

Yuan Ci's eyes brightened slightly, and a look of surprise and relief appeared on his face. Mr. Ying looked Wang Anfeng up and down, and asked suddenly:
"Don't you want to learn the bone reduction technique and change your body shape?"

The young man was slightly startled, and said:
"I'm not up to rank nine. The martial arts passed down by the master are powerful, and I can't practice well enough."

"If you see through it, you will get angry. It's better to keep it as it is. For a person of my stature and age, the world knows nothing about it."

Mr. Ying frowned and nodded, saying:
"It's okay to think."

The voice paused slightly, as if he was thinking about something, finally nodded reluctantly, stood up with a flick of his sleeves, and said:

"Come here, I'll just give you a few simple instructions."

"It's not an example."

Wang Anfeng felt relieved, but he was most worried about Mr. Ying's refusal. At this moment, the scribe had already drifted away, and the young man hurriedly used his lightness skills to catch up. In an instant, the two of them had disappeared.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and wondered:

"Mister today, why is he so easy to talk to?"

Yuan Ci slowly shook his head and said:

"I don't know..."

"Perhaps seeing Feng'er's growth is also quite gratifying?"

Wu Changqing nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "That's right... Although there are still flaws, but compared to the innocent young people in Daliang Village, they are already different."

"However, it's a pity that there was no winner in this game of chess."

Yuan Ci shook his head and sighed: "It's decided. I've been thinking about this way for half a month, and I thought I could win... But since he has already killed my dragon, the victory has already been decided."

"There is no need to go down to the end."

While talking, he retracted his eyes and was about to pack up the chess pieces, while Wu Changqing stroked his beard and praised:

"Master Yuanci sees clearly."

The voice paused slightly, then changed his mouth again:

"Speaking of which, I have seen Anfeng's medical skills in their world during this time, and we can use our medicine to imitate their pharmacological changes. Although the appearance is different, it is actually the same inside."

"Anfeng's body that is invulnerable to all poisons should also start. The arresting techniques in the world are complicated, and it is inevitable that there is no way to search for the smell of vegetarians. After the medicinal bath, the smell of his body will also change, but this worry has been erased. ..."

Just as he was speaking, the body of the monk in front of him stiffened suddenly. Wu Changqing's voice paused slightly, with curiosity on his face. Yuan Ci raised his right hand tremblingly. His usually gentle face turned pale with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"It turned out to be a mess..."

"Unexpectedly... actually..."

The monk was so angry that his whole body trembled slightly, an inexplicable chill made Wu Changqing stop talking, and suddenly remembered the gossip in the rivers and lakes, Shaolin angry Ming Wang Yuanci liked playing chess the most, felt uneasy, and carefully moved the rocking chair to the side No, after thinking for a while, he took a piece of white cloth from the medicine bag on the side, cut it into two pieces, and stuffed them into his ears.

Just when it was plugged in, Yuan Ci stood up slowly, and the inner force beside him attracted the heaven and the earth, outlining ripples, colliding and vibrating, as if a lion was stepping out from the void, making Wu Laodao turn pale and want to slip away It was too late, and in a blink of an eye, there was a strong roar of anger, and the words rang out again and again, causing him to be confused, eyes staring, his legs and feet went limp, and he fell firmly on the wicker chair.

"Poor and rotten scholar who can't afford to lose!!!"

"Stop running, come out!"

"Do it all over again!"

PS: A long chapter this afternoon...clasping fists

(End of this chapter)