The snow began to fall.

It was not very big at first, but it didn't stop. It was vast, as if the remaining ashes after the fire burned out, silently falling from the thick and oppressive black clouds. There was no moon in the sky, and the clouds were pressed very low. The snow passed through the cold pine forest and fell to the ground.

Looking around, it was already vast.

Hong Feibai's breathing became more and more rapid. Jian had already thrown it to the place. He covered his abdomen with his right hand, and there was a big hole in it, and blood kept flowing out of his fingers.

This was the first snow after the winter in Dayuan in the third year, but he never thought it was so violent and cold.

The severe cold invaded his body from the wound, constantly taking away the temperature of his body.

The internal force has long been exhausted.

At this moment, only the only thing that supported him was the indignation and the will to survive. Although he used a plan and temporarily left the pursuers, those people came from one of the three sects, and their high light skills were not something he could imagine. Who knew when they would catch up.

Hong Feibai let out a breath of white breath again. He saw some lights in his sight. He could vaguely see that it was a small village, with about thousands of households, with some lights, peaceful and peaceful. He could hear the sound of chickens and dogs crowing, which was a good place to hide.

The young man gritted his teeth, but did not rush to the village. Instead, he staggered and ran in another direction. After a few steps, he turned back and let go of his right hand, sprinkled blood on the road in this direction.

Scenery like white snow and red plum.

Anyone who is not blind can judge his direction.

Those ruthless people would have thought that I would have done something if I had arrived in the village.

Never implicate others anymore...

Hong Feibai felt a little dizzy in front of him. He raised his hand to hold the tree trunk next to him and gasped for a heavy breath. He staggered and ran out in the direction guided by the bloodstain, leaving a bloody handprint on the trunk.

After walking a few steps, his right foot tripped by the stone on the road. Hong Feibai rushed into the snow and buried his cheeks in the snow. The slight cool feeling made him feel a little relaxed. Although the surrounding temperature was extremely cold, he felt his body heated.

The consciousness that was originally forced to be gradually dissipated.

The bigger the snow, the more the youth is covered.

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"The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, and the universe is vast and vast. The sun and the moon are full of light, and the city is full of time. The cold is coming and going, and the autumn is harvested and the winter is hidden."

"After leap years, the Lu Lu adjusts the sun. The clouds rise and the rain lead to rain, the dew turns into frost. Gold produces Lishui, and jade comes out of Kungang."

"The sword is called Juque, and the pearl is called Luguang."

Hong Feibai's consciousness woke up in the sound of aloud reading.

He slowly opened his eyes. After being confused after his coma, the young man's expression changed slightly. He suddenly stood up, but at the same time he felt a trace of pain. His face twisted. He took a few breaths and looked down, but he saw that the wound on his abdomen had been treated, wrapped in white cloth, emitting a warm medicinal fragrance.

After a little startled, the young man guessed that he must have been saved by someone.

I heard the sound of reading in my ears again, and most of the vigilance in my heart dissipated. As soon as my tense nerves were loosened, the force that surged out of my body disappeared, and instead I replaced it with the pain caused by tearing the wound.

Hong Feibai grinned and lay back on the bed again. His breathing was slightly rapid. He took more than ten breaths. The pain subsided, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Until this time, he had time to observe the environment around him.

This is a small house, and it is cleanly clean. There is a rather simple xylophone hanging on the wall, and a rough earthenware is placed on the windowsill, but there is a branch of red plum, the xylophone, white snow and red plum, which makes this ordinary village house more indescribable quiet charm.

Through the wooden door, I could see seven or eight children sitting in the outer room. Their clothes were quite old and not as big as those in the city. I think they were just ordinary teenagers in the village. As he knew, these people had no chance to study.

But at this time, the children were meticulously reciting the thousand-character text without missing a word, and there was no mistake at all. At this age of elementary school, it was quite rare.

In front of these children, a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old stood for a year. He looked at the children around him and said:

"Now copy the third paragraph."

"Sir, I'm going to check it out when I'm back..."

The children nodded, took out rough hemp paper from the cloth bag made by their mother, and grinded ink and picked up the pen one by one, and copied the 1,000-word text just now on the hemp paper. Although their faces were tender, they were meticulous, which made Hong Feibai feel quiet in his heart.

After all, there are a few people who read and read in this world. If these children recognize these words, they can study. Even if they don’t read much, they can find some good jobs in the county town, which is much better than now.

The young man sat on the bed, slowed down his breathing, and did not disturb the children, but only silently accumulated internal strength. At this time, someone was chasing him. If he stayed here, it would only cause trouble to his life-savior. Therefore, he only planned to recover some strength and leave this place.

Then he thought that the child had just mentioned sir.

I think this gentleman is his savior.

Hong Feibai's face showed some respect.

I am really a true Confucian master who is willing to stay in this bitter and cold place, but I just want to see this gentleman's charm...

With a slight sigh, Qing Young pushed open the window gently, raised his hand and put it on his head. With the trace of internal force that had just been generated, he rose up and landed outside the window. While falling, the window was closed, without letting the cold wind leak in.

After landing on the ground, the young man staggered, just because his injuries were far from recovering, his complexion was paler than the snow on the ground, and his breathing was slightly rapid, but this was also because he used the true skills he taught by his master.

The power of flying cranes and clouds is impossible to detect even if they are both warriors. In this remote village, it is impossible for anyone to detect it.

"You are seriously injured and can't walk around..."

Hong Feibai's heart almost stopped for a moment, and he only came back to his senses after counting breaths.

I slowly looked up and found that in front of me was not the hermit master he thought, but a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old.

He stood tall and wore an ordinary cloth dress. His face was extremely soft and his black hair was tied up randomly with a wooden hairpin. He looked not very handsome, but very clean, his eyes were bright, and he was carrying a bamboo basket in one hand.

It looked like it seemed that after buying something, I happened to be here. I just paid too much attention to movement and avoid being noticed by the child inside. In addition, the injuries on my body were not recovered, so I never found the boy outside.

Hong Feibai felt relieved when he thought of this and said:

“No need…”

The boy smiled and said:

"Come in first, the snow has stopped today and it's cold outside."

"What's more, the young man looks like now, so I'm afraid he can't go far. It's better to eat something before leaving. Sharpening a knife will not stop chopping wood. Why bother rushing for a while?"

After saying that, he raised the frame in his hand again and said with a smile:

"Speaking of this, I went to the village chief to ask for some soybeans today. If it is mixed with the pork, simmer for two hours on low heat until the pork is cooked and the soybeans are full of the gravy."

"It's the most delicious thing to eat in winter..."

Hong Feibai's belly screamed in a bad mood. The young man smiled, raised his hand to hold Hong Feibai's arm and walked inside. Hong Feibai's martial arts were pretty good among the younger generation, but he felt that his martial arts had not been used at all. He followed the young man into the house like a puppet.

But he didn't notice any signs of external control. He just said that he was hungry and thirsty in his stomach. He couldn't help but regret it in his heart, but he caught a glimpse of the boy's waist with a wooden sword. Judging from the sword sheath, it was obviously for many years.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door opened.

The children turned their heads in unison.

Hong Feibai's heart suddenly broke out and suddenly thought that he could not explain to these children how he got out. For a moment, some sweat oozed out of his forehead, but he saw the children standing up, one by one, saluting to the very easy-to-talk boy next to him, and said crisply:

"gentlemen."

Hong Feibai was slightly stunned, his eyes slightly opened, and he looked at the boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old next to him. Although he had already reacted, he could not connect him with the Confucian master he imagined. He couldn't help but be stunned and said:

"You, you...you are..."

"First, sir?!"

The boy raised his hand and gently stroked the hair of a boy next to him, turned to look at him and said:

"The name of sir is just a kid who plays with it. I just teach them to recognize some words, and I really can't take it."

"Young hero just need to call him by his name."

“Below…”

"Wang Anfeng."

ps: I thought about it for a long time and chose to pass through the past two years of seclusion and hard work.

Because of this kind, the previous work has written a lot. As for what he has done in the past two years, the changes in the world will be displayed to everyone in the subsequent plot. I hope everyone will support it in a new volume.

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