Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 1171 - 211: Bullying the Weak (Double - )_2

Chapter 1171: Chapter 211: Bullying the Weak (Double Chapter)_2

It transformed into a lush green hill. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

On the hill were verdant trees, and a woodcutter carrying firewood sang out of tune as he descended. Below the hill, there was already smoke from cooking, and familiar village sounds.

Great Liang Village.

Wang Anfeng’s body was reflected in this world so real it had no hint of falsity, as if moving backward, his tall figure shrinking back to short, his eyes and brows returning to youthfulness, the Divine Weapon Qilin departing, dressed in tattered and loose clothing, with even a faintly entwined strange qi mechanism lurking beneath his skin.

His Inner Strength vanished in an instant.

The connection with Heaven and Earth was as if it had never existed.

Then, memories originating from the ’body’ occupied his instincts.

The Wang Anfeng of memory looked at the gloomy sky, eyes vacant, muttering:

"Martial Arts?"

"Even if it’s Martial Arts, what use is it? Can it bring father and mother back to life?"

The skinny boy’s face was full of tears, his heart overwhelmed with unending sorrow, constantly emerging, while the coming and going villagers merely sighed, until a tall, bold-featured man finally couldn’t watch any longer, approached, with a blood-smeared pig-slaughtering knife at his waist.

He squatted down to wipe away the boy’s tears.

He broke in half the pastry he bought for his own son from his bosom and handed it to the fatherless boy.

This scene froze, then the young butcher gradually turned to dust, and a man in black stepped forward from behind, replacing the butcher’s existence, transforming into a figure of utmost importance, yet not the most important, in young Wang Anfeng’s heart, face full of compassion and mercy, handing over the pastry.

Wang Anfeng took the pastry.

The man held his hand, smiling slightly, and at this moment, a string of Buddha Beads suddenly appeared on Wang Anfeng’s wrist, which had reverted to childhood.

Suddenly, a deep, solemn voice echoed beside the man’s ear.

A slight look of astonishment appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his head to see the youth with youthful brows and eyes suddenly forming a Vajra Seal with his hands, looking peaceful and solemn, saying:

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams and illusions."

"Like a dewdrop, as well as lightning."

"They should be viewed like this."

The surrounding world shattered once more.

The man in black was expelled from Wang Anfeng’s inner world, Wang Anfeng grew back into a youth, opening his right hand, a surging qi mechanism billowing forth, transforming into thunder, roaming the void, constantly destroying this consciousness world around him.

The man in black realized Wang Anfeng’s intentions, yet made no effort to stop it.

The vast qi mechanism had shattered the fragile consciousness world, and in reality, Wang Anfeng abruptly retreated a step, his face pale, feeling an overwhelming surge of qi mechanism around him, with a faint, persistent stabbing pain, and in an instant, he was lightly injured.

But no matter what, he had broken free from that bizarre illusory realm.

Wang Anfeng raised a hand to press against his heart, recalling the scene that had just unfolded, his heart still racing relentlessly. If not for the Shaolin Zen Buddhism’s Martial Arts keeping the mind centered, or the requirement of eschewing deep insight into Buddhist Law to cultivate advanced Martial Arts, he would have had his memories altered just now.

Arbitrarily removing something very important from his life, then replacing it.

The emotions were real, and the sorrow was real too.

But what brought these feelings was false.

This method was by no means merely a sinister means of confusing the heart.

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth, and at this moment, suddenly heard a noise beside him. He turned his head to see Lv Yingbo’s face full of terror and collapse, as if everything he ever believed in had shattered, falling to the ground, hugging his knees, huddled in a corner against the wall.

The thin body trembled, like a fallen leaf clinging tightly to the wall in the autumn rain.

His eyes fixed dead on Wang Anfeng, filled with horror, speaking incoherently.

"He is here, he is here..."

"It is him, it is him!"

Wang Anfeng felt a pang of guilt for having rashly probed into Lv Yingbo’s heart moments ago, yet hearing this, he felt an icy chill crawl continuously up his spine and suddenly turned his head.

A tall man stood silently beside him, smiling as he looked at him.

The memory began to clear, and Wang Anfeng’s memory told him that the moment he opened his eyes, he had already seen this man, yet unconsciously overlooked him, his brain and consciousness regarded this man as if he were air.

Only after he realized ’this man is beside him.’

Did the man’s figure become clear and vivid.

Even with Wang Anfeng’s vision, he still couldn’t see the man’s face clearly. That face seemed to possess the purity of youth, the steadiness of middle age, the gentleness of old age, with eyes indistinct but containing pure joy and curiosity, praising:

"Very impressive, to reach this step at Fourth Rank."

"What have you experienced?"

The man raised his right hand to touch Wang Anfeng’s brow, Wang Anfeng’s body unable to move in the slightest, as if this physical body had no right to move in this world, a Fourth Rank Martial Artist, capable of great feats, yet now this utterly unbelievable scene seemed as natural as a bird flying, life breathing, the cycle of life and death.

Wang Anfeng’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Another scene emerged from his memory, and he finally understood where this familiar feeling came from—

Five years ago, Master Ni.

A single word could be the law of the world.

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Gu Qinghan was brushing the fur of the newly acquired horse, the four high-quality steeds previously owned by the Royal Family had been exchanged through covert channels for gold, the hard currency of the grasslands.