[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Weapon Collector

That night.

Because of the previous fire, the silk and satin shop hadn't been built yet, so Sikong Zhaixing could only stay with his mother in the temporary shed. Aunt Yuan was already sound asleep at this time, lying on the bed and snoring slightly. Tossing and turning on the low couch at the side, clutching the book in his arms, he always felt like his chest was being scratched by a cat, itching to move.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on Aunt Yuan's sleeping cheek through the cracks in the wood.

Sikong Zhaixing hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help it. He stepped on his cloth shoes and went out quietly. Sitting in the moonlit courtyard, he read the book Detailed Explanation of Human Meridians under the moonlight.

Because the family business had to keep accounts, so Sikong Zhaixing also learned some characters from the accountant, but there were many characters in this book that were relatively rare and obscure, and he couldn't help frowning as he looked at them.

In desperation, he had no choice but to memorize the acupoints and meridians whose names could be recognized, and gently folded a corner of the page printed with unknown words at the footer, then skimmed and turned back.

After flipping through a few volumes, without paying attention, a piece of white paper as thin as a wing suddenly fell out of it.

Sikong Zhaixing was taken aback for a moment, first he closed the book and looked at the spine, and found that the thread was not opened, then he picked up the page in confusion.

I don't know what the quality of the thin paper is made of, and it feels very good to the touch. Looking closely at Yuehua, one can see that there are some more complicated characters similar to Song style on it, like ancient characters.

But according to the context to infer, but also can see the general meaning.

"When I wrote this letter, I had already made up my mind. Ten years have passed, and you look the same as before. I have the right to be a martial arts practitioner, but I didn't expect to hear that secret that day. Yes Does it really exist? Will you leave me? If you want to, will you really get it? I dare not ask these questions, and even if I ask, you will not answer. I want myself Go and prove it. When you read this letter, will I get it, or will I get it..."

Some words are not recognized at all, and the meaning is unknown.No signature either.

Sikong Zhaixing scratched his head, folded the page and stuffed it into his bosom, he didn't pay attention to it, then opened the book and started to read, but found that the moonlight printed on the page suddenly flashed.

... Just now, what was the shadow of the bird in the past?

Sikong Zhaixing raised his head, because the house caught fire, so the walls of the courtyard were pulled down and rebuilt, leaving nothing to block him, his sight was unobstructed to see the roof ridge across the street.

The two figures, one strong and the other thin, were both dressed in dark night clothes. On the ridge of the roof, they looked like two vigorous birds, moving swiftly and lightly across the uneven roof.

He became curious. This town is located in a remote place and has always been peaceful. These two people can see that they are good at martial arts. Why are they walking at night in brocade clothes?

Moreover, looking at the direction they were going, it seemed to be the location of Shen Qi's weapon shop.

Wu Liuliu rolled his eyes, Sikong Zhaixing stuffed the book into his arms, and tiptoed out the door.

Now that the winter solstice has just passed, the weather is gradually getting colder, and the face towel is covered with steam, which slightly warms the cold cheeks. Sun Hu and Qi Bao squatted on the roof, facing each other, and exchanged glances.

They came here to discuss for a long time, after all, the blood lady has a good reputation in the Jianghu, even if she is in the light and they are in the dark, the two of them are still subconsciously a little uneasy.

But the temptation of ten thousand taels of silver was too great, and they were unwilling to let others share the profits, so after struggling, they did not choose to call in helpers.

Sun Hu gritted his teeth, and carefully took out a bamboo tube from his bosom. Qi Bao beside him lightly lifted the roof tiles, and let his companion lean over to blow the medicinal powder in the bamboo tube into the house with smoke.

The tiles were silently covered again.

The two counted tacitly in their hearts: three, two, one.

The arrest order posted by the government requires that life or death be ignored, but the price of life and death is different.Although the two are greedy for money, they also cherish their lives.Therefore, he had no intention of catching him alive. The poisonous mist just now spread, even if he closed his mouth and nose, it would seep into his body from the skin pores. After three seconds, even the Immortal Da Luo would be useless.

The corners of his mouth under the black scarf were raised in excitement, Sun Hu raised his hand and grabbed a tile and threw it on the ground.

The sound of tiles breaking was extremely clear, but there was still no sound in the house.

He tilted his head triumphantly, and was about to ask his companion to carry the corpse together, only to find that the other party was covered by a black scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes full of astonishment.

Sun Hu frowned, and quickly raised his hand into a fist, the fist was windy, and turned behind him.

However, it was empty.

He looked around and found nothing unusual, so he lowered his voice and said, "What's wrong with you?"

silence.

Sun Hu suddenly felt a chill, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

He raised his trembling hand and put it under the nose of the person in front of him. It was cold, and only the cold wind passed through his fingertips.

Qi Bao is dead.

The distance between them was less than a foot, but he hadn't found anything abnormal before, and he didn't even know when or how he died.

Fear swept through his heart, but Sun Hu still had a secret hope.Maybe, maybe Qi Bao died because he inhaled the poisonous mist just now?Now that the bloody lady is dead, isn't the reward of ten thousand taels of silver his own alone...

With such secret joy, he tentatively raised his hand and touched Qi Bao's back again.

The next second, as if his hand was scorched by fire, he withdrew his hand quickly, turned around and wanted to jump off the roof, but it was too late, a sword light that was more dazzling than the moonlight suddenly drilled under the tiles of the roof out, piercing his neck.

A one-hit kill, exactly like his companions.

Before Sun Hu realized the pain, he lost all intuition in a daze. All the desire, greed, excitement and fear in his eyes were all condensed in the dark and dull pupils, which never changed again.

Like a heavy cement bag, the lifeless body fell straight from the roof to the ground, making a 'plop' sound.

Sikong Zhaixing, who was quietly approaching the weapons shop, heard the cracking of the tiles and the thumping sound shortly thereafter, he stopped in front of the door and didn't dare to take another step.

During the daytime...Sister Shen didn't agree to be his master, so she was living or dying, what was she doing...

If elder sister Shen is really no match for them and if she dies, then he will just give away a head when he goes there.

How about shouting loudly to create a commotion and attract others to come over and scare away those two plotters?

... But what if the commotion just now was caused by Sister Shen, and what if the two Jianghu people had already been killed by her.Maybe his self-assessment will send Sister Shen, who is too late to dispose of the body, into the government?

Sikong Zhaixing hesitated for a long time, finally gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

It would be great if Sister Shen opened the door, but if there was no reply, or if the two men in black opened the door, he would turn around and run around shouting!Wake up all the people in this street, I don't believe they will chase after him!

He made a good psychological contribution, but his outstretched hand trembled like a trembling tree branch in a rainstorm.

"Shen...Sister Shen..."

The sound was like the murmur of mosquitoes.

Sikong Zhaixing gritted his teeth and patted the door vigorously, and finally let go of his voice: "Sister Shen! You!"

Before he finished speaking, his body was suddenly embraced, one arm strongly wrapped around his waist, and the other hand directly covered his mouth!Sikong Zhaixing was terrified, the way of escape he imagined was completely useless, he kicked his legs 'uuuuu', tears welling from his eyes.

Just when he thought he was going to die here, a soft sigh came from behind him.

"Look, if bad people treat you like this, what should you do?"

Tears finally couldn't help falling down, the little boy stood up straight following the opponent's strength, but couldn't help but angrily grabbed the hand in front of him, and bit it off!

'Hiss——' Shen Qi gasped, retracted her hand, looked at the bright tooth marks on her hand, and smiled wryly: "It's my fault for scaring you, but you can't bite."

Sikong Zhaixing wiped his tears and turned around angrily, looking at the woman in red looking at him softly, the figure against Yuehua seemed unreal for a moment.

He suffocated for a moment, and the next second——

"Hiccup~"

"Hahahahaha..." Shen Qi broke the attack instantly, "Little crying bag, you're still hiccupping!"

Sikong Zhaixing became angry from embarrassment, and the astonishment just now turned into an illusion, but he ruthlessly threw it behind his head: "It's all because of you! Hiccup~"

However, the more you want to stop hiccups, the more you can't stop them.

"I wanted to help you with good intentions, hiccup~, but you scared me, hiccup~."

Seeing that Shen Qi's tears were about to come out of her smile, Sikong Zhaixing stomped his feet angrily, covered his mouth to try to hold his breath, and stopped talking.

After Shen Qi finished laughing, she looked down at the boy's accusing eyes. Those clear eyes that belonged to children were still slightly red at the corners of the eyes. The moonlight was bright tonight, and the tear stains at the corners of the eyes were especially clear.

She put away her smile, raised her hand to cover his thin back, spent her internal strength, and patted him to smooth his breath.

"There are many things, even if the starting point is good intentions, it will not lead to good results. Because you do not have enough ability. If it is not me who stands here, but someone with evil intentions, you are dead now. Shen Qi squatted down and asked with a smile, "Do you know what death is?"

Sikong Zhaixing lowered his eyes, his voice was a little low: "I know, just like my father."

Leaving from the world, the remnants remain in the memory, but time will also crush the memory. In the end, only a tomb and the inscription on the tomb can show the traces of his existence.

Death is a very, very cruel and painful thing.

"The market is very different from the rivers and lakes. If you learn martial arts, you have stepped into the rivers and lakes with one foot. Maybe one day, you will encounter something like what I encountered today. Are you ready for this? "

Shen Qi looked at the boy with his head hanging in front of him, her tone gradually became serious.

"Assassination without reason, death without reason, people who care about you, and people you care about, don't even know about your death at all..."

The word Jianghu contains so much wind, rain, blood and tears...

She lowered her voice, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted.

"But!" Unexpectedly, the boy who was still in a daze just now seemed to have suddenly figured it out, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Isn't it wrong to want to become stronger?"

Shen Qi paused in astonishment.

Immediately laughed.

Unexpected straight ball ah.

The author has something to say: PS: □It's not harmony, it's a word that Sikong can't understand.