In Shaolin Temple.

Wang Anfeng carefully wrapped the whip lock on his right forearm, maintaining it in the most easy position to take action, inside the belt around his waist, the golden sore medicine, detoxification pill, and the Naqi pills that can be used to stimulate internal strength recovery at critical moments were installed in different categories and placed on the right side.

The silver needles given by Li Kangsheng and his wife were placed on the left.

The internal force in the body has been adjusted to the most perfect state.

Although today is not the day to set off, he still prepared in advance to confirm his best condition.

Strictly speaking.

When the boy first entered the world, he stepped into the mud puddle and splashed all over the mud.

Especially the mud was still smelly, which made the boy remember it freshly. He was already vigilant about the road to the world.

The world is the bloody storm after the scenery is beautiful.

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Fufeng Academy, Fuzi Hall.

The old man in the green robe held a scroll in his hand, frowned slightly, and said:

"Isn't it originally just for Wang Anfeng to be sent to Qingfeng in the name of giving away books?"

"Why are there two more places? What did you... say to the girls of the Sword Sect?"

The Master sat upright, holding a cup of tea, looking at the nose and the nose.

He raised his hand and took a sip of the tea and said slowly:

"You know, in the past we just sent Master."

“So what?”

"Even if there are more copies of ancient books this time, there is no need to add a library to the academy. So, I simply said that when I was 90 years old, Qingfeng sent three disciples to celebrate their birthdays and exchanged courtesy. We should go over to the three disciples here to salute the old man there and say a few beautiful words."

The voice paused slightly, and the Master glanced at Mr. Ren and added carefully:

"Well, I heard it was your idea, and they agreed soon."

"A bookkeeper is also included."

Mr. Ren's face turned dark when he heard this.

The Fufeng Academy quickly launched the selection of students and ended within one day.

Most of the direct students of the masters of various families have determined their minds and have no interest in such things that are not very good at martial arts. For example, the young man who was just entering the palace did not practice enough and could not win. The only exception is the famous Mr. Xue Shuang.

He defeated several opponents with his cool sword skills and undoubtedly won the first place.

Afterwards, the military strategist Bailifeng barely won with his brutal Mo Dao Zongheng and Seventeen Strengths.

Not that there is anyone who is better than him, but after he used his move, his radiance was full of sword lights, and he rushed out of the "multiple encirclement" like a scoundrel.

The last one was a Legal girl, dressed in red and her eyebrows were flying. She used the full moon knife that foreign races often used. It seemed that because she had not knocked Bailifeng off the ring, her eyebrows were gloomy. She looked at the latter and wanted to bite a piece of flesh hard. But in a blink of an eye, she looked at the elegant Xue Qinshuang, and her face was full of tenderness, which almost made the back spine of the Xue family girl and Bailifeng feel cold.

The students who set out here have decided.

The one who really represents the academy was an old man in his 60s who specialized in institutions and was quite famous.

After all, although Qingfeng Jie is a hidden sect, the eldest elder, who is the largest in the open, is only seventy years old.

If the master of Fufeng Academy came to pay a birthday wish in person, the great elder would not be able to sit still.

It's too incompatible with the rules of the world.

When this old man, who was nearly a hundred years old, was furious and angry, and was roaming all over the world, the great elder was not yet born.

But by chance, when she joined Qingfeng, the Master had already abandoned his sword and easily failed to follow the world.

About sixty years ago.

The two are thirty years apart, one or two generations apart.

Of course, if you don’t follow the rules of the world, you are still worried about another point: your birthplace is later than others and your life is shorter than others.

The seniors with profound skills in the world attended the birthday party of juniors. After a few years, they sent their juniors away and were still strong. It was not uncommon to be able to visit a grave on the way. Slowly, there was such a rule. If you think about it carefully, there was no reason. Young people often laughed at them, but the old people cared very much and believed them stubbornly.

The older you get, the more taboo you are.

Perhaps in the face of the coming death, most people cannot truly ignore it freely and freely. The martial arts state of mind can still suppress fear, but in the details, they are still full of nostalgia for the world.

Fufeng Academy.

As the largest academy in Fufeng County, there are naturally rooms for visitors.

The night gradually rose, and a bean light rose in a bedroom.

The woman in white dress sat cross-legged on the bed, her whole body was clean, but her long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin. Although her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, she was less popular. The more she saw the coldness, she placed a long sword on her knees. Before she was unsheathed, there was already a sharp cold filled the guest room, causing the bean light to sway slightly.

As a walking disciple of the hidden sect in the world, her cultivation has reached the fifth level.

The sword technique was full of ink-splashing artistic conception. When martial arts reached her level, it was difficult to go further by simply practicing hard, but she still never missed a day, and she meditated every day. If she had only had the Taiyin Rate to be turned for a moment, she could get rid of the distracting thoughts in her heart. However, today she had been sitting cross-legged and practicing the twelve cycles, but she still had distracting thoughts and could not be killed.

At that moment, I had to open my eyes and sigh slowly.

It is rare to be quiet and unable to fall asleep, so I simply get up and get out of bed, put my sword behind me, sit at the table, and pour myself a cup of herbal tea.

The amber tea soup shook with the candlelight. It was already early. I thought that the little disciples I brought down had fallen asleep, and her thoughts were not as clear as in the day. I couldn't help but start to recall the master I saw today.

A conversation, but a cup of tea.

If it is rumored, it is unfathomable.

The white fingers groped in the teacup, and the woman's eyes flashed and murmured:

"The ancestors were tired of fighting in the world, so they escaped from the world."

"But next is a time of great struggle..."

"If you continue to hide and escape from the world, there will be disaster for the destruction of the sect to kill you."

The voice paused slightly, his eyes closed slightly, and he seemed to see the old master in white beard and white robe again. He stood there as if he was a world, looking at himself and smiled gently:

"This time, it's me that I'm accepting your love."

"The three students selected today, as well as the Bookkeeper... went back to Qingfeng and led them there once."

"The next choice is given to your palm sword."

When I recalled the old man's appearance, the woman's heart was still trembling slightly. Even though she was in the fifth grade, she still couldn't suppress herself.

The Master had kind eyes and always smiled, and looked very, very easy to talk, but when she looked at the old man, she seemed to see a sword, a dusty one that had been covered with rust for many years. Others looked like it had long been full of rust, but for some reason, the sword was pulled out again and the red rust on the sword was wiped away.
Chapter completed!