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When the snow melted in February, Feng Pingping came down from the mountain and met an old friend.

Feng Pingping is nineteen years old, tall and tall. The boy's figure is wrapped in a leather jacket and still looks thin. On his shoulders are piled up fur and medicinal materials accumulated in the winter. From a distance, he looks like a dandelion cruising along the road, but it is not Walked down steadily.

There are three fur shops in Shuangxi Town, and Feng Pingping usually enters the first one in Lutou. The owner's surname is An, he has a full beard, and he laughs loudly.

Feng Pingping took out a hand and opened the cotton curtain, the shop was full of warmth, there were whole pieces of fur hanging on the four walls, there were also made furs and jackets, and several pairs of leather boots were placed on the table. Boss An, who stood behind the counter, had a few more wrinkles than before, and didn't smile, just staring at the door in a daze.

Seeing Feng Pingping, Boss An seemed a little frightened, and suddenly opened his face and raised his voice and shouted: "Ping Wazi! Did you go down the mountain!"

Feng Pingping was about to enter the door, and it was a little strange to hear him shouting so, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Hush! Shhh!" Boss An waved his hands, leaned out from the counter a little on tiptoe, and asked him in a low voice: "Ping Wazi, didn't your uncle go down the mountain with you? Listen to me quietly, the town has been in trouble for the past two days. Some people inquired about you back and forth, and said that your uncle had committed crimes and killed people outside before. I don’t think they are all vicious and look like good people, so I didn’t tell them the truth. You should go back and tell your uncle... Well?"

Boss An suddenly broke off while he was talking. A man in black with a long face stood behind him silently and patted his back. A good man, I found him for you."

The man in black didn't look at Boss An, and slowly glanced at the person at the door with a sullen face, finally staring at his face, and asked suspiciously: "You are Feng Pingping?"

Feng Pingping still stood upright with the heavy load on his back, looked back at each other eye to eye, and did not answer aloud.

The man in black snorted and asked again, "Where's Tan Zhonglu?"

Feng Pingping blinked, but remained silent.

"His uncle lives in the mountains, and he hasn't come to the town for the past two years. Maybe it's because he's old and has bad legs..." Boss An looked at their questions but didn't answer them, and was anxious to speak for Feng Pingping: "Ping Wazi, Don't say a word, even if your uncle provokes hatred, these heroes of the rivers and lakes can't implicate you..."

Hearing this, the man in black patted Boss An's back again, raised his hand to stroke his beard, and coaxed him, "Okay, okay, don't talk anymore."

Boss An smiled uncomfortably under his hand, unable to continue talking.

The man in black put one hand on the back of his neck, and supported his chin with the other hand, and made a slight movement, breaking his neck.

Feng Pingping threw off the pile of things on his back, stepped into the shop with one step, pulled out the hunting knife from his waist with one hand, and slashed behind the counter.The man in black flipped his hands over and fished out an iron staff from behind. His wrist was thick and thin, and he smashed it vigorously.

With a resounding "Clang", the hunting knife and the iron staff made a forcible connection.

The weapons on both sides are different, and they suffered a lot from hitting the hunting knives, but Feng Pingping's strength is so great that he fought in mid-air and was evenly matched.

The man in black was also a little surprised, his movements were a little slow, Feng Pingping immediately pulled out a machete with his left hand, thin and sharp, and slanted towards the man in black.One knife is swift and fierce, one knife is tricky, and the two swords are completely different ways to slash one after another, all of which are killer moves.The man in black swept across the body of his staff to catch the scimitar, and the end of his staff hit the counter, the wood cracked, and Boss An's body fell towards Feng Pingping.

Feng Pingping staggered a step, leaped over and swung his saber to slash again.

The man in black took the first step, shouted loudly, opened and closed the iron rod, changed his moves and threw it at Feng Pingping.The hunting knife was connected to several sticks in an instant, and broke straight from it, and the half-cut blade flew out.The man in black took advantage of the situation and gave chase, attacking several vital points with one stick.

Feng Pingping folded his weapon but remained unmoved. Instead of retreating, he advanced. Half of the hunting knife was pressed against it and he was hit with a stick, kneeling on his knees and swinging towards the man in black.The man in black swung his staff back and brushed against his shoulder, and he had already grabbed him in front of him, and cut the scimitar in his left hand half a circle along his thigh.

The man in black screamed in pain, poked the end of his stick, and Kan Kan was about to hit his head and neck.

Feng Pingping didn't delay, rolled all over behind the man in black, took the machete over the other leg and cut his ankle.The man in black had one leg bent sharply and fell to his knees crookedly, swinging his stick with his backhand.Feng Pingping stood behind him, with the broken knife crossing the iron staff, and the curved knife swiped slowly and steadily around his neck.

After only three moves, the fight was extremely dangerous, and life and death were judged.

Blood gushed from the throat of the man in black, and there was a "clack" sound. The hand holding the iron rod twitched slightly, and a ball of gray powder popped out from the mechanism at the end of the rod, and suddenly dispersed, attacking Feng Ping's flat door.

Feng Pingping hastily held his breath to cover his eyes, stepped out and stepped back a few steps, and stopped when he stepped on a pile of fur at the door.Although he hid quickly, he was still contaminated with a little powder, which was faintly pungent, and he couldn't open his eyes for a while.Hearing the movement in his ears, two other people rushed out from the inside one after another.

"He killed Master Dou!"

"He was poisoned by poisonous smoke!"

The two of them paused for a while, exchanged a few words in a hurry, followed by Qiqi, one wielded a long weapon and entwined towards Feng Pingping like a soft whip; Slowly approaching.

Feng Pingping closed his eyes, leaned his ears, listened to the wind and debated his position. When the soft whip reached his feet, he immediately jumped back and lay down in the pile of fur. The second whip came again, and he rolled over and fell to the ground. The broken knife in his right hand just wrapped around the end of the braid. Pulling hard, the scimitar in his left hand turned a string of bright blades in front of him, cutting the whip to pieces.

When the man with the knife approached, he had already fallen and sat behind the man with the whip, with a machete resting on the man's neck.

The three of them stopped on the spot, only to hear the man who made the whip gasp, terrified.The man who wielded the saber stopped for a while, but still moved forward, as if determined to swing down the saber to kill both of them.

"Third brother! Stop! Ah——"

The person who wielded the whip finally screamed and cursed indistinctly, but he didn't know which one to curse.

Feng Pingping suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at the person wielding the knife.The man just thought he was poisoned by the poisonous smoke and couldn't see anything, but he was stared at him like this but he was shocked, he stopped the saber, and stayed in the same place for a while, not knowing whether to kill or not.

As the three faced each other, the cotton curtain at the door of the store was lifted.

A man walked in casually, dusty, thin clothes, nose tip and ears red with cold, his appearance was tired but he smiled like a spring breeze, while shaking his body from the cold, he said to himself: "It's so cold, it's so cold." It's still so cold in the beginning of spring, the shopkeeper, I want a thick fur coat and leather boots, I've worn out the soles of my shoes all the way..."

Rather like an ordinary guest, halfway through the speech, he saw the shapes of the three people in front of him, and gradually stopped.

"The shopkeeper's..."

He turned his head to look at the situation in the store, but couldn't continue.

Feng Pingping only glanced at him from the corner of his eye, turned his wrist, slashed across the neck under the knife, kicked his foot on the shoulder, and kicked the corpse towards the person who wielded the knife. The arm of the man who wielded the knife, but the man raised the knife to block it but was blocked by the corpse. Feng Pingping hooked him with the scimitar and dragged him for a few steps, let go of the body and jumped behind the man who wielded the knife, and thrust half of the hunting knife into it The back of his neck.

Put away the scimitar, pull back the broken knife, and the two corpses piled on top of each other and fell to the ground.

Feng Pingping immediately raised his head and looked towards the door. The new customer seemed to be really cold. He ignored the rest of the people in the store who were still fighting and killing. He picked up a piece of fur and put it on his shoulders for comparison. He found that it could not be worn as a fur. , smiled.

Feng Pingping just stood and watched.

The new guest dropped his fur, seemed to sigh slightly, and finally looked towards Feng Pingping's side.He lowered his head, looked at the two nearby corpses and the two at the counter, his eyes gradually raised, and slowly saw Feng Pingping's face.He looked at it for a long time, as if he had been pondering for a long time, and finally smiled at Feng Pingping.

He smiled without malice, without scheming, and without defense, as kind and caring as an old friend.

He has a nice smile, so good-looking that people don't think about the rest after just one glance.

Feng Pingping dodges in front of him with the broken knife, the blade reaches his neck, and he never dodges or blocks it.There is also a knife hanging around his waist, with a black handle and a crimson sheath, it looks like a good knife, but it is a little worn out, and several places that were originally inlaid with gold and jade have been dug out, leaving some dents.He didn't get close to the knife with a single fingertip, and he didn't have a trace of killing intent, let alone a trace of fighting intent.

"The sixth day." He looked at Feng Pingping with a smile and called.

Feng Pingping held the knife horizontally, and exerted a little force to force him to step back and hit a wall one after another, but he didn't make a killer.

"Chu [-], you don't remember me?" His throat rose and fell gently under the knife, leaving a faint trace, but he still asked in a good voice: "I am your brother Chu Wu, remember? When you were young You have a stupid mouth and call it like "pig pot pot". If you want to call you five brothers or "five pots", no matter how you teach them, they are all "pots". At that time, we didn't even have a pot, and you were so hungry all day long... "

Feng Pingping sent the knife lightly with his right hand, interrupting his reminiscence, the blade made his throat tense, held his breath, raised his head, and buried the back of his head into a black bear skin hanging on the wall.

Feng Pingping's left-handed scimitar followed closely behind him. This time, he didn't see any blood. He just opened a hole in the padded robe and belt on his body, followed the edge of the knife, and twisted a piece of flesh with the tip of the knife. Thick and thin clothes, tufts of cotton wool, revealing the skin on the flanks and the palm prints on the skin.

A deep purple and black palm print appeared under his ribs, with five slender fingers, it was a woman's palm.

Feng Pingping buckled the scimitar backwards, and stretched out the tip of his index finger to press on the edge of the palm. It was an old wound, the skin color of the wound was hideous, the edges were rough, and the palm was soft and slippery. It felt strange to the touch.Press down hard with your fingers, and you can hear him breathing a little more heavily, as if it still hurts.

"Ready?" He raised his head and smiled, the broken knife almost cut into his neck.

Feng Pingping looked up at him, retracted the knife with his left hand, and lost some strength with his right hand.With the broken knife in his neck, he looked down from mid-air and faced Feng Pingping, with a slight smile, he said softly, "The sixth day, it's me."

"What's your name?" Feng Pingping asked in a muffled voice.

"I'm still worried that you're dumb. You can talk, and you've grown up so much." He laughed again.

"what's your name?"

"Brother Chu Wu."

Feng Pingping's wrist trembled slightly, and he wiped the knife on his neck again.

Holding the belt in one hand, he wanted to cover the torn padded robe back, and lightly squeezed the blade with the other hand, and shouted: "Tell you, tell you! Let you rest assured. The first name is Ye Weiliao, taken from the book of war, and the nickname is Chuwu, taken from the book of war. Since your birthday. Your first name is Feng Pingping. I didn’t choose Pingping. Your nickname is Chuliu. I gave it to you. Do you believe me? Do I need to tell you how old you were when you still wet the bed? Girl clothes? At what age can you read? At what age can you count? At what age do you let an osprey scratch your ass and cry? At what age do you cry when you eat fish and get stuck in a fishbone? At what age do you get your first tooth replaced or cry?”

The more Ye Weiliao talked, the more amusing he became, and the more Feng Pingping listened, the more unhappy his face became.

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, your eyes are so red, and the powder on your shoulders is poisonous smoke? The one who died over there is Master Dou, right? He used to use an iron rod to coil a two-headed snake, and the snake's mouth hides poison. A stick is still poisonous, really evil. Hold back your tears, squat down, and let me show you if your eyes are not in the way."

He raised his hand to hold Feng Pingping's face, but Feng Pingping took a step back to avoid him, pointed at him with a broken knife and asked, "How did you find me? How did you recognize me?"

"I didn't expect to find you this time. What a surprise! I have been looking for you for many years, asked many people, and visited many places, but every time I failed. I heard people say that I met you in this mountain a month ago. I've found someone who looks similar to Tan Zhonglu. It's cold and I'm walking slowly, I kept you waiting for a long time..."

Feng Pingping listened, looked at the wind and frost between his hairline and eyebrows, glanced down at the shoes under his feet, he really ran through them, the toe of the shoes was rotten, and one and a half toes stuck out, it was so cold that it was purple.

"...I knew it was you at a glance. Although you were always hungry when I was still in front of me, you were thin and small like a monkey, and your face was not as big as my slap, but now you are taller than me , but his appearance hasn't changed much, his eyes are long and thin, his nose is straight, his chin is pointed, and the main thing is that he is so unhappy, his little smelly face. The smelly face is a little junior six, so why are you angry? Angry at me? How do you want brother Chu Wu to coax you?"

Ye Weiliao tilted his head and smiled, stretched out his hand to Feng Pingping's shoulder, and patted it lightly.

Feng Pingping blocked his arm with a flick of his hand, put away the knife, turned around and walked into the shop.

"The sixth day—"

Ye Weiliao yelled behind him, but Feng Pingping didn't turn his head back.

Boss An's family lived in the back of the shop. Master Dou came out first, and the accomplices took some time to come out from the back room. Boss An's relatives were probably also unlucky.

Holding a knife, Feng Pingping looked through the several rooms inside. The proprietress was in the stove, and the fire had been brought out from under the stove and burned half of the house. Through the thick smoke, he saw a figure lying there motionless.Two children died in the wing room, and an old man was lying in the courtyard, and there was a smell of kerosene spilled everywhere.Those three people not only wanted to kill him, but also erased the traces of killing him.

It was getting late, and there were fires and cooking smoke in the neighbors' houses. No one noticed it for a while, but sooner or later they would be found when the fire spread, and they couldn't stay any longer.

Feng Pingping immediately went back to the front shop. Ye Weiliao was wrapped in black bear skin and squatting in front of Master Dou. He was checking the poison stick when he heard Feng Pingping coming back. He raised his head and asked, "Is your eyes okay? I don’t have any antidote on me.”

Feng Pingping blinked, his wet eyes were still stinging, but it was fine.

Ye Weiliao smiled, turned back to look at the corpse, and said: "Master Dou, Dou Yan, specially changed the iron staff without snakes, so the poisonous smoke is also weaker? Lai Wendao, who died at the bottom, was originally made by Meteor Hammer, changed to a soft whip. Situ Yungui on top of him is a swordsman, and he is holding a knife that is not in his hand to deal with you. The three brothers are cruel and murderous countless times. This time they are so secretive. It's weird."

"You know them?" Feng Pingping asked.

"I used to know them, but now I don't necessarily know them." Ye Weiliao smiled and shook his head, holding Dou Yan's bloody neck and turning his head away. There were three neat vertical lines tattooed on the back of his ear and on the side of his neck. Cut off from it. "On the sixth day of the lunar new year, your moves are really, so dangerous, did Tan Zhonglu teach you?"

Ye Weiliao looked up at him, but Feng Pingping remained silent.Ye Weiliao shook his head and smiled, stood up and walked to the two stacked corpses, looked at the sides of the necks, and sure enough there were three vertical lines.

"It's been a few years since I've seen such an imprint. I never imagined that they're still looking for you. They're still haunting you...Let's get out of here first and then make a long-term plan." Ye Weiliao looked into the room and asked, "Have they set fire to it?"

"En." Feng Pingping stood behind him and nodded.

"Then let's go quickly." Ye Weiliao was about to get up, Feng Pingping reached out to give him a hand, and he smiled and held it.

Feng Pingping grabbed him with his left hand, swung the broken knife with his right hand, and hit the Fengfu acupoint on the back of his neck with the knife handle reversed.Ye Weiliao suddenly took a step forward, forced himself to turn his head to look at Feng Pingping.Feng Pingping raised his hand to touch his Dazhui acupoint again, and then he fell heavily to the ground without moving.

Smoke from the fire in the shop was pouring in, Feng Pingping closed the door of the shop, fastened the latch, and pulled an extra fur from the side wall, and wrapped the unconscious Ye Weiliao densely together with the black bear fur. After thinking about it, he pulled off the rotten shoes on his feet and found a pair of the warmest leather boots to put on him. Finally, he tied him with the bear skin tightly with a leather rope, and carried him on his shoulders, sparking a few more fires. , and then smoked and stepped on the fire and sneaked into the small courtyard behind, jumped up the fence, and ran out in the dark.

Feng Pingping returned to the mountain from Shuangxi Town, and carried back a scroll wrapped in human fur.