Huo Ran, Master Tian took three steps, bowed to An Wufeng, and said in a low voice: "Master, thank you."

An Wufeng did not move, and after he bowed, he sighed, he slowly said: "Maybe, you have a question in your heart, why didn't I teach you the sword intent so that you could take revenge quickly, but now, I want to tell you, one thing, you were blinded by hatred and had distracting thoughts, and it was difficult to understand certain mysteries; the other thing, under that complex state of mind, even if you understand something, it would not be greatly improved. If you encounter the dragon in the clouds, you will die, at least, I don't want you to die."

Young Master Tian said, "Thank you."

An Wufeng sighed, "As long as you don't blame me for taking too late that day, it will be my greatest satisfaction."

Young Master Tian bit his lip and said softly: "Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven, they are their lives."

An Wufeng nodded slightly, turned his face, threw the sword back to Aqiang, glanced at many disciples, and said slowly: "Generally speaking, I don't pay much attention to moves. After all, when we face our opponents, the purpose is to knock him down, rather than to watch a free performance for him. However, we have to return to the drill of moves, because practicing moves can not only defeat the opponent at a certain moment, but also, more importantly, it can temper our will and gradually improve our body's flexibility and balance during the drill. In the end, it seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth. At that time, there is a realm of no sword in your hand and a sword in your heart."

Jin Pingfan said: "Master, is this the ultimate realm of swordsmanship?"

An Wufeng shook his head and said, "Absolutely not."

Jin Pingfan said: "So, what kind of state should it be?"

An Wufeng said slowly: "I don't know, maybe, maybe, I'll return to the simplicity and return to my hand and hold the sword. Maybe, there is no sword in my hand and no sword in my heart..."

Jin Pingfan said in surprise: "It is easy to understand without a sword in his hand, and without a sword in his heart. How should it be done, Master?"

An Wufeng smiled and said, "Because, he is invincible, and the sword in his heart has been put down."

Kim Pingfan said: "Oh, so that's it."

An Wufeng said: "This is just my current guess and may not be taken seriously. Moreover, being too ambitious is a taboo in learning art, and it is not worth taking it."

Jin Pingfan said: "What Master taught me is. However, when the disciple saw the master's sword, he suddenly realized it. It seemed that his realm had a great breakthrough, so..."

Pan Tiantian said, "Tsk, you are not the only one who has understood the master's sword intent, so why are you showing off?"

Kim Pingfan said: "What the third senior sister taught me is the lesson."

Hao Jiancheng said embarrassedly: "Master, I don't seem to understand..."

An Wufeng said softly: "It doesn't matter, take it slowly, ask the senior sisters and brothers more questions. If you lay a solid foundation and steadily go up, it may not be a good thing."

Ye Xian said: "Well, the fifth junior brother doesn't have to worry about this. We are all disciples of the master, and we are a family. If you don't understand anything, just ask."

Hao Jiancheng showed gratitude and said softly: "Thank you, senior sister."

An Wufeng clapped his hands, stretched his waist, and said quietly: "Okay, okay, I'm starting to cook, I'm hungry."

If it were another master, he would have asked his disciples how much they had learned, at least, and asked them to strike while the iron was hot and practice swords desperately, but he was so happy that he actually wanted to eat!

When everyone was speechless when they had such a foodie master on the stall.

After eating, An Wufeng patted his butt, picked up the book "Qingcheng Sword Art", threw down a sentence and left: "I want to go out for a while, you can take care of yourself."

Ye Xian just wanted to ask, but when the words came to his mouth, the person had already gone far away.

*******

The sun is already high, and the fog on the riverbed is still surrounded by mist and has not dissipated for a long time.

As the ships on the river gradually increased and the fog gradually faded, it was only when it was seen that a man in gray-clothed clothes was sitting on a beach by the river, holding a pole to fish.

There were neither small props for fish baits, nor spare tools such as fish baskets or buckets for victory, but only a jar of wine - yes, you read that right, it was a jar rather than a pot of wine.

So, you have to express your doubts that he is not here to fish, but to drink.

A gentle rustling sound came not far behind him, gradually approaching, but he turned his head and looked at him without any curiosity. He just stretched out his hand and pulled open the lid of the wine jar, lifted the wine jar, sucked it into his mouth, then slowly put it down and covered it.

The rustling footsteps stopped behind him, but he still did not look back, as if he was very focused on looking at the fishing line that did not even float, vertically in the water, looking forward to the occurrence of some miracles.

A sarcastic voice sounded behind him: "Do you think you can copy Jiang Taigong with just a wire without hooks? Please don't gild the face?"

The man in gray said nothing and refused to respond.

The man refused to give in: "The man Jiang Taigong is full of confidence and caring for the world. Fishing in the Wei River is waiting for the hero, waiting for an opportunity to come out of the world and straighten the world. And what about you, what are you? At best, you are just a coward who deceives yourself and gives yourself a reason to be comfortable, and avoids responsibility and responsibility."

The man in gray-clothed hand trembled slightly, and circles of faint ripples swayed from the touch of the fishing line. He seemed to be concentrating for a while before he whispered hoarsely: "My heart is dead."

The people behind were silent.

After a while, he said softly: "Gong Chuozhi, don't leave today. An Wufeng will never look for you for the third time. Now, what I want to tell you is that I want to deal with the Liu family, do you think about it?"

The rustling footsteps sounded softly again, but gradually faded away and disappeared completely.

The hat on the gray-clothed man Gong Chuozhi's head sank slightly, as if staring at the beach under his feet. The water waves caused by the swelling of the coming and going ships hit the beach gently, and the fine sand wandered helplessly in the water waves, and only the rough sand grains still struggled tenaciously...

Is it true, sometimes, people are the same. The weak follow the trend, and the strong dare to struggle in adversity?

Perhaps, when people are willing to fall, they have given up struggling and are not even as good as grains of sand?

I opened the lid of the wine jar and the wine poured into my throat. It was very bitter and spicy, but it seemed like a fire burning in my heart. My heart hurts very much.

He gently and slowly lowered the wine jar, but forgot to cover the lid, and even forgot a lot. However, when the faint sigh full of melancholy sounded, he could convince the people that there was no way to let go of something in his heart, deep in his soul...

*******

Liu Family.

Liu Xintai is already old. After all, he is in his sixties. In this era of war, he is in ordinary families.

It is definitely a long life.

Life is never easy.

Of course, compared to ordinary families, Lao Liu is considered very happy.

He knew where his happiness came from, so he always cherished it, especially for the Qingcheng Party's trust in him and the grace of the Meng Family Group.

Therefore, even though he had given all power to his son Liu Huai'en to take over the business and retired to the second line, he still worked as a part-time consultant behind the scenes, guiding the correct direction of operation.

However, in recent days, the Liu family's business has been intercepted as if it is endless. In addition to retaining business deals with Mengjia Group, the rest of the business channels seemed to be completely lost overnight.

Moreover, what is particularly serious is that due to the loss of various channels, even if Mengjia Group provides him with a normal supply of goods, and when his export channels are forcibly closed, the backlog of goods will become a huge burden. What's more, workers under the name of Liujia Group have to support their families, the goods are unsold and the capital pulse stops, which is undoubtedly fatal for commercial enterprises.

In order to minimize the uneasy and restlessness of the employees, Lao Liu has asked his son to withdraw his son from the kuyin to pay his salary to calm people's hearts. However, this is just a temporary breath. If you continue, I believe that it will not take long, even if Lao Liu fills out his entire family, it will be useless. In the end, the Liu family group will inevitably be empty and completely collapsed.

This night was very late.

It was raining outside the window.

In Liu Huaien's study, the father and son were silently facing each other.

The lights on the table swayed slightly, reflected on their faces, full of indescribable helplessness and distress, and even a faint despair.

Suddenly, Liu Xintai sighed softly and said, "Hui'en, you should take your mother and the others out of here tomorrow morning."

His son Liu Huai'en raised his face slightly, stared at his old father, and said softly: "Dad, please take your mother and the others away. For so many years, I have been carrying this career, so let me stick to it."

Old Liu shook his head and said, "No, you are still young. I will still count on you if I make a comeback in the future."

Liu Huaien smiled bitterly and said, "Come on the way? Dad, do you think we still have a chance?"

Old Liu was silent.

Liu Huaien suddenly said, "Dad, have we offended anyone we shouldn't offend?"

Old Liu shook his head and said slowly: "Since ancient times, shopping malls are like battlefields. They are fighting for profit, so how can they not offend people? But this time, I really don't know who they provoked."

Liu Huaien said: "Yes, the child has asked many old customers, and they all speak squeaks, and it seems that there is something difficult to describe. I really can't figure out who has such great energy to subdue these merchants. In addition to the Meng family, they are collectively silent and just refuse to cooperate."

Old Liu shook his head and said helplessly: "If you know, it's okay. Even if you feel wronged, you can lower your posture and apologize to him for the sake of the overall situation. The problem is that this person hides in the dark and does not let us know. It is clearly not giving us a chance to compromise. That is the rhythm of pushing us to death."

Liu Huaien said: "It is said that the Qingcheng Sect has confirmed the new leader, Dad, after all, we are also the Qingcheng Sect resource chain. It is about to be cut off, but why can't they be moved?"

Old Liu shook his head and said, "Silly boy, why don't you understand? The meaning of our existence is for the Qingcheng School, like a cow plowing a rice field. When our ability is weakened and unable to plow this rice field, it will be like the elderly and aged cow, which will naturally be abandoned and replaced with a strong cow."

Liu Huai'en's eyes chilled and she said, "No, we have paid a lot for the Qingcheng Sect..."

Old Liu smiled and said, "But we have also gained a lot from it."

Xiao Liu shut up.

This is true. They have paid a lot and got a lot.

If it weren't for such a dilemma this time, how deep would the kindness the Qingcheng Sect gave them?

Therefore, when their original intention of giving is to gain and to be satisfied, it is not an exaggeration to say that this relationship is mutual use.

There was a rustling sound outside the door, it was the sound of raindrops pouring on the umbrella.

At the same time, a footstep sounded from far to near, approaching the door.

The door is closed.

The father and son in the room looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Because it was a turbulent time, the Liu family yard had a tight security system, not to mention that it was a three-step, one post, five-step, one whistle, at least, eight hospital guards took turns patrolling.

But this person came straight and felt like he was in a state of no one. Could it be that because of a rainy night, the guards were negligent in their duties?

Liu Huaien stood up and opened the door. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned and said, "Your Excellency is..."

The boy in white at the door slowly closed his umbrella, revealing a handsome face as handsome as a beauty, and said lightly: "There is no wind."

Liu Huaien couldn't help but be surprised and said in a lost voice: "Are you the new head of Qingcheng Sect?"

An Wufeng nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
Chapter completed!