[Comprehensive martial arts] Hundreds of no taboos

I stayed at Wan Laosan's restaurant.

Wan Lao San is the shopkeeper. His old wife died last year, and his son refused to stay here. It is said that he went to some Cangpai to try his luck, and wanted to learn from a teacher.

This is also the idea of ​​many young adults, but from my experience, most of these people are just doing it alone after they have completed their studies.

There are also people who become other people's dogs for money and bully people who are weaker than themselves.

In my eyes, that big boss is at best a gangster leader, and I don't think he can find any powerful people from the Jianghu to kill me. I have been here for less than a month, and I only heard people say that this Jianghu is recognized as the number one The one is Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of Excalibur Villa. I don't know what level of martial artist he is, but judging from the basic level of the Jianghu people here, I suspect that he is almost innate.

It’s really that the Jianghu people here are too bad. Excluding the miscellaneous fish around the big boss, the Jianghu people I met in the Jianghu basically cannot be called martial arts practitioners at all. Some foreigner kung fu went to the rivers and lakes.

I am not surprised by this.

Only the weak will form gangs, making those rivers and lakes organizations spring up like mushrooms after rain.

This idea was dispelled when I met a young man who came to pick shit from the back of the restaurant.

To say he is a young man is not enough. He is already in his thirties, but he looks like a young man in his early twenties. He has a pair of very beautiful hands, even if he is holding a The dung spoon can't hide the beauty of those hands.

This man is a guru.

Grandmaster with a sword.

I stood not far away looking at him with some strangeness.

Not only did he come to pick up dung by himself, but he was accompanied by a middle-aged man wearing Miao clothes, which is rare in the Han land. Most of the Miao people I met before were Miao warriors. Basically, they are all women. The Miao people are not very willing for their own women to leave home, and most of them who can come out are very powerful warriors.

To be honest, picking manure is not a hard job, because as long as you can bear the dirty smell, the manure is generally not as heavy as the sacks at the dock, and you are afraid of spilling, so you only need to pick two buckets.

But this is not a reason for a young grandmaster to go pick someone up.

The young grandmaster picked up the dung with a numb face. He was not proficient in picking up the dung, but he did it with his sword hands very smoothly. He picked up two buckets full of dung in a short time, and used a long The dung spoon carries both ends and resists on the shoulders.

I want to take back what I said earlier, I found that I really can't count as difficult, this young master is.

He is really too difficult.

I watched him and Miao Ren leave with dung buckets in front of each other from a distance, and for a moment I doubted my knowledge these days.

The domineering ones in the Jianghu are half-ordinary people who haven't even cultivated their inner qi, and the ones picking dung are the grand masters.

Since Wan Laosan saw me driving the big boss and his party away, he seemed to be a different person, more like an old servant than an old servant, and listened to my orders. Although I knew he was a little afraid that I would run away, but I don't care.

I pointed to the direction where the young master left, and asked the old man Wan who was holding a swatter to fend off flies for me, "Who is that young man? Do you know him?"

Wan Laosan let out a cry, and said, "He's a newcomer. He followed the old Miaozi. He should be an outsider."

I nodded.

Wan Lao San slapped a fly to death, and said nonchalantly: "Old Miaozi should be in a hurry, his sister works at Mother Han's, her reputation is already bad, even the coolie porter refuses to take her, coaxing a young man from other places People are okay, that young man looks strong and can work for his family for decades."

My face got a little weird.

A grand master, not only ran to pick up dung for others, but also prepared to be a door-to-door son-in-law?

Maybe it's just personal preference.

What I didn't expect was that later that day, a person rushed into the restaurant and called for help as soon as he came in. I was having dinner on the second floor at that time, and Wan Laosan was waiting on the side like a eunuch chief, and I heard the voice , went down in a hurry, and after a while, came up with the old seedlings who had picked up dung during the day.

Elder Wan explained with some embarrassment: "Girl, this is old Miaozi. Tiequan brought people to his house to make trouble and wanted to arrest his own sister. Xiaoli used to work at Grandma Han's, but now she refuses to go."

I glanced at Laosan Wan. I remembered that during the day, there was a guy in the back hall talking to Lao Miaozi. I didn't pay attention to what was said at the time. Now that I think about it, it should be talking about me.

He was really regarded as a hero.

I scratched my head and asked the old Miaozi, "Where is the young man who picked up dung with you?"

The old Miaozi was obviously in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "Aji can't fight."

I'm even more surprised. It's not easy for a master to stop a few local ruffians. Why did he let the old Miaozi run out to report to me at the risk?

But it was useless to think too much, so I followed Lao Miaozi to his house.

Sure enough, there were a lot of ruffians making trouble. A very old woman was protecting her young daughter like an old goose with outstretched arms. The little girl was really small and pretty, but the right side of her face was tall. It was swollen, probably just after being slapped, but the young grandmaster he had seen during the day was standing not far away with his fist clenched, his eyes full of confusion and pain.

I'm afraid it's not a fool.

I looked at Iron Fist and found that I had seen this person before, and he was one of the big boss's subordinates.

Seeing this scene, Lao Miaozi immediately roared angrily, rushed up, and was about to wrestle with Iron Fist.

I didn’t bring anything with me when I came out. I kicked a stone with my foot, kicked it twice with my toe, and shot the stone towards the vest of the leader named Iron Fist.

Before Lao Miaozi had time to pounce, the iron fist had already pounced on the ground.

The old Miaozi immediately rushed up to press on Iron Fist, and his big dung-picking hand clenched into a fist and threw it at the back of Iron Fist's head.

One click, bang bang.

The other hooligans had probably never seen me, and they screamed and wanted to beat the old Miaozi. I didn't even move the Blood River sword, and a few air currents went up with my fingers, and I lay down on the ground screaming hooligans.

This is Huang Yaoshi's self-created supernatural power of snapping fingers.

The old Miaozi was still screaming and beating people, I pressed him and said: "Stop beating, if you beat me again, I will kill you."

I'm not afraid that this iron fist will be killed, but I have to keep alive.

I think this big boss is very courageous. On the very night after I warned him, he made me a vile thing about door-to-door prostitution.

Even if this little girl has done it before, but now she refuses.

Old Miaozi kicked Iron Fist again.

I pretended not to see it.

The old woman hurriedly brought her daughter to kowtow to me. I waved my hand and said, "It's okay. I had a problem with them. I'll take this man named Iron Fist back first. Let them lie down on the ground." Bar."

There was nothing I could do if I didn't want to lie down, my legs were broken.

The old Miaozi quickly knelt down for me and said, "This man smells bad, and the girl will dirty her hands if she touches him."

He hastily grabbed the iron fist and carried it on his body.

This is what it means to carry people for me.

I understood the old Miaozi's enthusiasm very well, nodded, and said to the old woman and Xiaoli: "If someone comes later, let them come to Wanjia Restaurant to look for me, if I touch one of your fingers, let them think Think of those two people who lost their hands during the day."

Old Miaozi wanted to kneel down again, but he was carrying a person, which was a bit difficult for him, and the young master named Aji came to help him.

Xiaoli and the old woman hugged each other, weeping uncontrollably.

I looked at Aggie, and Aggie looked at me.

I asked him, "If I don't come, are you going to watch them take people away?"

Aji opened his mouth, and said after a while: "I don't know."

I said strangely: "Why don't you know?"

Aggie didn't speak.

But Xiaoli said for him: "Because he is a useless Aji, he can only be beaten, he can't fight, even if someone puts a knife in his stomach, he will just endure it."

I suspect he has some kind of mental illness.

I was going to find the big boss. Before I left, I looked at Aji and said, "Although you don't have a sword in your hand, I know you are a swordsman. No matter what your past is, if you have a sword in your hand, you will be fine." You shouldn't be courageous, if you plan to spend the rest of your life in mediocrity, pretend I didn't say it."

Aji still lowered his head, the hand holding the old Miaozi trembled slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "I just don't want to kill any more!"

I became curious, asked Lao Miaozi to put down his iron fist first, and asked Aji: "If you don't want to kill people, why do you want to learn martial arts? Learning martial arts is to kill people."

Aggie looked at me and I looked at him.

Maybe he didn't find what he wanted from my eyes, he lowered his eyes, but the trembling in his voice was no longer there, he said softly: "For the name, for the family, for myself, only not for killing people."

I thought for a while and said, "That's a good reason. Let me ask you, if someone killed your parents, would you kill him or not?"

Aji lowered his eyes and said, "Kill."

I asked him, "If someone killed your friend, would you kill him?"

Aji glanced at Lao Miaozi and said, "Kill."

I asked him again, "If a wicked person who killed many innocent people did evil in front of you, would you kill him?"

Aji clenched his fists and said, "Kill."

As soon as the three killing words came out, Aji's breath had changed.

I patted him on the shoulder and said: "The world is not limited to disputes over fame and fortune. Those who don't want to be killed can be let go, and those who want to be killed must be killed. Since you have a sword in your heart, don't bury yourself."

I don't think that living in seclusion is a bad thing, but no matter how secluded you are, you won't make yourself into a ghost who refuses to kill people, and only knows to stand aside when being bullied.

Aggie said, "I know."

I patted him and said, "You put on your iron fist, and we'll go find the big boss."

Aji nodded, and picked up the iron fist on the ground. He probably carried the dung bucket for a day, and his body was already a little inertial, and his posture was exactly the same as that of Lao Miaozi.