As a young man who had just left the school gate, Wang Yan had not forgotten much what he learned in the textbook. The huge stone Buddha in the distance was rough and grand, and looked very similar to the craftsmanship of the Tang Dynasty. The layout of beams and pillars of the house should be almost the same as that of the Song Dynasty.

"It seems that it was the Song Dynasty, an era with high economic and cultural development. I just don't know which period it was in the Song Dynasty. If it were the end of the Song Dynasty, it would be a lot of fun!"

"Hey, there is no cell phone, no computer, and no electricity. How can you live this day? Will the cat at home starve to death? Well, probably not. That guy is doing much better than me. The day before yesterday, I saw the little female cat next door pick up a fish weighing at least two pounds for it to eat."

Wang Yan was thinking randomly, looked at the houses in the distance, and planned to go over and ask about the situation first.

Wang Yan really realized the so-called "Looking at the mountain and running to death" this time. It seemed like it was only three or four miles away, but Wang Yan walked for about an hour before he arrived.

After rubbing his sore legs, Wang Yan wanted to knock on the door, but he didn't expect that the door would be opened from the inside.

"Hey, Xiao Yan, you are back. Come and have a meal quickly. If you don't eat, it will be cold." A beautiful woman who looks about thirty years old glanced at Wang Yan and urged him. "Your master is really, you will let you go up the mountain before dawn. It took more than an hour to go there. You're so tired, hurry up and wash your hands and have a meal."

"Uh, Master's wife...I..."

"What do I do? Have a meal quickly. How can I have the strength to eat if I don't eat enough?" The beautiful woman filled a large bowl of rice, took three steamed buns and put them on the table, then turned around to work on something else. It was not until this time that Wang Yan discovered that besides the beautiful woman, there were two people in the room.

One is a boy who looks only three or four years old, and the other is a middle-aged man.

This man was about thirty years old, with a well-proportioned muscle and a strong face. Seeing the thick calluses on his palm that he accidentally exposed when he was holding chopsticks, he was either a trainee or had been engaged in physical labor for many years.

"This should be my master! He should be a martial artist!" Wang Yan said in his heart, and then said to the man respectfully: "Master, I'm back."

"Well, sit down and have a meal." The man nodded and said.

"Oh, OK!"

After washing his hands, he found a stool to sit down. Wang Yan quietly looked at the person in front of him while eating.

He has a strong national face and a shaved beard on his chin. Although he is wearing a coarse linen, he is very neat and should be a more particular person.

"Yan'er, you've been with me for almost two years!" The man looked at Wang Yan and said.

“Yes, it’s been two years.”

Although I don’t know what kind of world this is, and I don’t know what the person in front of me is, Wang Yan is not a fool. As long as he agrees, he will generally not cause suspicion.

"You have been working diligently and hardworking for the past two years, and I see it all."

"Oh, Dad is finally going to pass on Brother Yan's kung fu?" Hearing the man's words, the three or four-year-old child said happily.

"Feng'er, don't interrupt, listen to your father." The beautiful woman pulled the child down and whispered to the child while cleaning up the dishes.

"Although I, Mr. Nie, is not a celebrity in the aristocratic family, I have some reputations in the world. In the past two years, it is to test your nature, and on the other hand, it also makes you understand that martial arts are hard-won and you must not do evil." The man said.

"Pupil remember!"

When Wang Yan heard the man's words, he was shocked and finally knew what kind of place this was.

The man's surname is Nie, and the child is called Feng'er, so it should be Nie Feng. In this way, the man should be the King of Nie, the King of Beiyin Kuangdao, and the beautiful woman is the King of Nie's wife Yan Ying. In addition, the Song Dynasty-style architecture and the big Buddha are almost 100% sure of being the world of Fengyun.

"It turns out to be the world of Fengyun. And seeing that Nie Feng is still young, it is before Fengyun officially begins." Wang Yan thought in his heart, his face remained silent.

"Yan'er, please follow me. I'll pass on your Nie family's sword technique now."

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Two years passed in a flash, and Wang Yan also changed from an ordinary young man to a martial arts master.

King Nie was very strict and could not avoid punishment as long as he made a mistake. However, when teaching Wang Yan, he also did his best without any private hiding, and taught him all his knowledge.

In the first few months, Wang Yan was beaten almost every day, but later, when Nie Renwang suppressed his internal strength, he was able to fight with him in an indiscriminate manner. I have to say that Wang Yan is really a martial arts genius, and Nie Renwang was quite proud of this.

In the world of storms, martial arts are high and low, good and bad, and there are strict grading.

It is not easy to practice martial arts, but it is even more difficult to get into the level. From third-rate warriors to first-rate warriors, each level is a huge leap. It is easy for ordinary third-rate warriors to deal with dozens of unqualified warriors, and first-rate warriors to deal with second-rate warriors is like killing chickens and slaughtering dogs.

Once the martial arts breaks through first-class skills, from acquired to innate, it is like a fish leaping over the dragon gate and undergoing a qualitative change. However, at this time, the innate warriors probably only have Di Shitian who swallowed Feng Yuan. Others such as Xiongba, Wudi, Pojun, etc., either have not appeared in the world or have not grown up yet, and Tianjian Wuming and Sword Saint are even more unknown.

In two years, Wang Yan's martial arts skills have reached the first-class level, but his internal strength is much worse and he barely entered the second-class level.

Nie Renwang was very satisfied with Wang Yan's progress because he was just a first-class warrior. He thought it would be great that this disciple would be able to enter the market in two years, but he didn't expect that he would give him such a surprise.

"Yan'er, you have been with me for two years. I think I have nothing to teach you anymore. You can get a master."

After fighting with Wang Yan, King Nie took a few steps back and put away the snow-drinking knife and said.

"Can you finally go down the mountain?" Hearing the words of King Nie Ren, Wang Yan almost jumped up excitedly.

God knows how tormented I stay in this ghost place. I eat plain food all day long and feel like a dog. The internal strength and superb swordsmanship of the second-rate master were not obtained out of thin air, they were all Wang Yan’s blood and tears!

"Go down the mountain tomorrow morning. Remember not to do evil, otherwise you will definitely clean up your door!" Nie Renwang warned seriously.

"I understand, Master!"

After two years of being together, Wang Yan was very grateful to Nie Renwang. This is a very typical image of a strict teacher, cold on the outside and warm on the inside. It is said that the master is both a master and a father, and Nie Renwang is like this. He never shows mercy in martial arts, but he will boil herbs every night to help him with body to avoid secret injuries due to martial arts practice.

"Brother Yan, are you leaving?"

When Xiao Nie Feng heard what King Nie Renwang said, he reluctantly pulled the corner of Wang Yan's clothes and asked.

"Brother went down the mountain to buy delicious food for Feng'er, and he will be back soon!" Wang Yan squatted down, reached out and rubbed Nie Feng's little head, and said dotingly.

"Then Feng'er wants to eat candied haws and roast chicken..."

When he heard Wang Yan say that he would go down the mountain to buy delicious food, Xiao Nie Feng immediately happily leaned his fingers and said what he liked to eat while saliva.

The night passed quickly. The next day, Wang Yan got up quietly before dawn, knelt down quietly outside the Nie Renwang Gate, and then went down the mountain with his package.

"Why……"
Chapter completed!