In the charity village.

Wang Anfeng recognized the person opposite, but the latter seemed to be a little unconscious at this time. The murderous thoughts and strong emotions blocked his mind. In addition, Wang Anfeng's previous "momentum" in this place left a deep impression on him, and subconsciously regarded it as an enemy.

He could hear Wang Anfeng's words, and just regarded it as his own identity. He did not stop. Instead, he seemed to have no choice but to draw out the short sword from his waist, hold the hilt of the sword, and slash it upwards, and then cut off Wang Anfeng's fingers that were pinching the sword blade.

Fierce and fierce.

It is precisely because it is in a desperate situation that it has a much more powerful than usual.

Wang Anfeng frowned, let his fingers loosen his sword blade, letting it fall, his wrist flipped, as if he had lost a thousand gold, and was about to fall, and he knocked on the other party's wrist without hesitation. The latter's face was twisted due to the severe pain.

Wang Anfeng knocked with a ray of thunder, numbing the tendons and veins. Even though he could bear the pain, he could not hold the weapon for a moment and fell to the ground with a clang.

But the young man was aroused by the fierceness of the warrior, and half of his body was numb, but he clenched his fist with his left hand and continued to attack Wang Anfeng.

The young man raised his hand, put his left arm on the railing with the posture of Shaolin long fist, and stepped forward with his right foot. Most of his body was directly hitting the young man's body with his shoulders as the point of force.

The air waves pass through the latter's back, swelling and making a muffled sound.

All the coffins in this room trembled slightly, and the bright yellow silk cloth danced before the statue, becoming more and more empty and distant, making people feel fear in their hearts.

Even though this move was not used to make some effort, Wang Anfeng's martial arts skills were much better than the latter. The young man's face turned pale, his pupils lost their focal length, and he flew backwards out of the Yizhuang house and fell into the yard with this energy.

After rolling around in embarrassment for two times, barely kneeling on the ground, breathing rapidly, and barely raising his eyes, Wang Anfeng had already appeared in front of him.

The energy was stirring up, causing the paper money to fly.

The young man's white clothes whirled, holding a sword in his left hand behind, his eyes were like a bright moon, and his right hand pointed like a sword, as if it was slow and fast, and it was directly pointed at the young man's eyebrows. Even though the latter had strong internal strength, he found that he could not move at all.

At this time, Wang Anfeng had already used his internal force to outline the surrounding heaven and earth.

The mind recites Buddhist scriptures, and uses the Buddhist principles of holding the Vajra to eliminate all troubles to stimulate the left and right. The divine light in the eyes is dark, and he shouts in a low voice:

"wake up!!!"

It seemed as if there was a dull thunder, but the sound only sounded in the young man's ears.

The white banners floated like crazy, and the paper money in the yard took off and flew unsteadily...

Inside the charity village, the old man in white who should have fallen asleep opened his eyes and his face vibrated, as if he had noticed something unbelievable, and looked out the window with his eyes raised.

At this moment, the yin energy in his body suddenly became silent and boiling.

There is almost a tendency to instinctive riots, like ice water entering a pan of oil.

The young man outside...

The young man's pupils were empty and he was stunned for a few breaths. His body, which was originally stalemate, lost its strength, and his eyes were rational.

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and slowly withdrew his fingers. With just one move, although his internal strength in his body was not much loss, for some reason, he felt a sense of fatigue, as if he had fought with people for hundreds of rounds.

The youth's eyes moved. At this time, the bright moon broke through the clouds and saw clearly the face of the young man in front of him. His expression changed, and his hostility dissipated. He sat on the ground, but he felt that the ground under him was also light and weak, as if he was in a dream, and murmured:

"Mr. Wang...?!"

Wang Anfeng looked at the young man in front of him. The latter was still worn and unshaven at this time, which was completely different from what he saw that day. He sighed in his heart and said:

"Did you finally recognize me?"

"Brother Feibai..."

The voice paused slightly, and then spoke softly, as if he was a normal greeting, and said:

"It has been two months since we parted in the village. I didn't expect to meet here."

Hong Feibai opened his mouth, but just smiled.

The smile was paler than the paper money flying around here.

The young man in front of him was the first person in the world that Wang Anfeng met after he had been practicing for two years. At that time, Wang Anfeng lived in seclusion in a remote village, practicing martial arts while teaching the children in the village to read books and recognize words.

In this three years of Dayuan, the first snowy night after winter was in the snowy night, the latter was chased and seriously injured, and the latter was brought back to the house.

He rescued him and repelled those people in the world.

Afterwards, Hong Feibai left the village and returned to the sect.

Wang Anfeng also left the small village where he had lived for two years, walking around the world, looking for traces of Yan Ling and Meng Yuexue, but when he left that day, he never thought that he would meet here today.

I never thought that I would stand this way.

When Hong Feibai heard this, he thought about the past during this period. While coughing, he barely got up, covered his heart and said:

"Yes... I never thought I would meet the sir here."

"I don't know why I am here, sir?"

Wang Anfengdao:

"Wait for you."

"wait for me?"

Wang Anfeng nodded, and the sword in his hand was sheathed upside down on the ground. He raised his palm and placed it on the hilt of the sword. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked at Hong Feibai and said:

"Since you have killed someone, I will wait for you here."

"I don't know that you can kill innocent women..."

Hong Feibai opened his mouth, his expression changed on his face, as if he was surprised and sad, but he finally laughed out loud.

Without refuting, he spoke first and said:

"I wonder, sir, the deceased looks sixteen years old and is wearing lotus-colored clothes. Is it about this tall?"

He stretched out his hand and compared it inch below his shoulder.

His movements were very familiar, as if he had never seen such gestures in the past, as if there was no winter air under his palm, but a pretty girl was actually there, but for such familiar movements, his palm was trembling slightly.

It hardly looked like a swordsman's hand.

Seeing this, Wang Anfeng suddenly thought of another possibility in his heart. His expression changed slightly. He looked at the swordsman who was no longer energetic at the time and had never spoken.

But Hong Feibai already knew the truth.

Even though he had already made speculations before coming here and had already made the worst plan, he still felt the pain of being pulled out of his flesh and blood, and his face turned pale.

After a moment of silence, he raised his hand to remove the scabbard behind him and threw it over. Wang Anfeng held it in his hand, swept his eyes, then condensed slightly, and his doubts disappeared.

This sword sheath is exactly the same as the woman's sword.

At this time, he finally remembered why he was quite familiar with the woman's sword, but he couldn't think of where he had seen it. When he brought Hong Feibai back to the village to heal, there was a sect emblem on the hem of the young man's body, which was exactly what the sword looked like after it shrank.

Wang Anfeng was silent, he could only remain silent.

Hong Feibai covered his chest, grinned and said:

"Now... can I show my junior sister?"

His tone was calm.

Wang Anfeng nodded, made a step to the side, and gave up the wooden door behind him. Hong Feibai walked slowly by. When he was rubbing with Wang Anfeng, Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"Brother Feibai, I feel sorry for you..."

Hong Fei paused slightly, and entered without saying anything.

Wang Anfeng just stood outside the door, looking up at the quiet night, feeling a little uncomfortable. Two months ago, even though he was deeply trapped in a desperate situation, the martial artist who was still prosperous in the martial arts world who laughed and invited him to visit when he left, now he looked like a rogue man, as if he had lost his soul.

The deceased is his junior sister.

The sound of friction of the coffin opening came from the room behind him, and then there was a dead silence.

It seemed as if the young man was already a ghost realm, an abyss, and a place where there should not be any sound. After the silence continued, Wang Anfeng heard the extreme depression in his ears and sobbed in his extremely slight sob.

Only with just one sound, it ended abruptly.

It almost makes people think it's an illusion.

The old man in the room had some complex expressions for some reason, and his sleepiness disappeared. He lay in this gloomy room, like a corpse lying in a coffin. He looked out the window. He didn't know the young man outside, but he could empathize with it. The memory was churning, and he was silent for a moment, and sighed in a low voice.

This sentence seems extremely heavy, but to others, it seems ordinary.

Just ordinary, said:

"Jianghu..."

Wang Anfeng looked up at the deep night, exhaled white breath, and his expression became distant. At this moment, he truly realized a feeling that something could be called a change of things. There seemed to be all kinds of words in his chest and abdomen, but when he came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say. He closed his eyes slightly and said softly.

Just said:

"Jianghu..."

ps: After thinking about it, this chapter is better so far...
Chapter completed!