Chapter 34 The Headcatchers with a Balanced Mentality
October 7th, morning.
Sun Captou: "Since he is proficient in swordsmanship, boxing and Qinggong, he must not be good at leg skills. I will go up and compete with him in leg skills. I should be able to capture him with ease. Everyone, please rest assured!"
一After burning incense, Sun was defeated and his leg was broken!
Noon.
Li Captou: "Since he knows swordsmanship, boxing, Qinggong and kicking skills, he can't do palm skills, right? I'll give it a try."
After a stick of incense, Li Captou was defeated! The arm is broken and the true energy is in a mess, like a bereaved dog!
Afternoon.
Young head catcher: "This is a difficult problem. Kick skills, sword skills, boxing skills, palm skills, and light skills. This guy at least came from Hinayana. Then he can only compete with swords. My sword skills are unique. I’m still somewhat sure of the same lineage!”
The young head catcher was defeated! Hit by three swords! Life hangs on a thread!
The eighth day of October, morning.
The old head catcher: "Since his boxing skills, kicking skills, sword skills... forget it, I still won't go, I'm not sure!"
"How could Xing head catcher be like this? He's timid. We've tried it all over again, but he still can't play with your three fingers. Maybe we’ll meet again, what are you afraid of?”
“That’s right! We must not increase the ambition of the bandits and destroy the prestige of the government!”
“In this case, I can’t do it. Give him a try!”
After a stick of incense, the old man was defeated. He was shot by three fingers, broke three ribs, and returned after vomiting three liters of blood.
The autumn colors are thicker, and the mountain scenery all over the mountains and plains adds a bit of loneliness, just like the mood of a group of headhunters and policemen.
However, the mentality of the captors was very balanced at this time, and the shame of being defeated at the hands of a young bandit had disappeared a lot.
After all, it is really difficult to describe and communicate with each other about not worrying about scarcity but about inequality!
When the situation has developed to this point, the thought of rescuing Miss Su has faded, and the thoughts of arresting the leader can no longer be restrained on Xin Zhuo.
If I originally just thought that guy's sword skills were amazing, now I feel like he's a bit of a monster!
A sixteen-year-old boy is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. The key is that in addition to Chen Jing's boxing, he can also master the martial arts of the remaining five head catchers. Several of the head catchers felt like they were fighting with themselves.
The difference is that the little thief's mind is really mellow and domineering. Otherwise, in a simple competition, it is not certain who will win.
So, is this a coincidence or what?
"This kid...can't be a monster, right? Whatever we can do, he can do it, neither high nor low, just about equal."
The young detective was lying on the stretcher and said with an extremely serious expression, "evenly matched" with a strong emphasis. There seems to be no other explanation other than the word "monster".
“There’s something wrong with his martial arts background!”
Yuan Mo’er held her chest with difficulty and coughed lightly, “It’s impossible for the Thief Village to have so many martial arts books. His age I don’t support him to learn everything one by one. Yes, could it be that the old thief Xin Aotian taught him personally? The old thief is obsessed with martial arts and loves to challenge others. My ancestor has fought with him, and it is said that Chen Baotou's master has also fought with him. "
"No! Old thief Xin, though He loves to learn from each other, but does not resort to retaliating against others. This is the specialty of Taiping Palace masters, and those who learn from each other cannot teach it to him. "
Chen Jing pressed it! said in his chest, "Old Xin In fact, Tou has a very humble background and is of ordinary character. Master Asi in the city once traced the origin of Old Thief Xin in detail and found that he was from the capital, was born as a slave, never married, was born in martial arts, and died in martial arts! "
"You have never married, so where did Xin Zhuo come from?" the old policeman asked in surprise.
Chen Jing frowned slightly: "This Xin Zhuo has a weird identity. When he was three years old, the old thief Xin took him up the mountain and claimed that he was his grandson. As a result, the old thief Xin was rude and as fat as a bear. Xin Zhuo just... The student is tall and handsome.
But that’s not the point. I have some doubts that Xin Zhuo is Mr. Dongfang’s student! After all, he is also a scholar!”
The arrests couldn’t help but look at each other. , Mr. Dongfang is the master of Qiugong Pavilion and the oldest master. No one has ever seen him. It is said that he is very mysterious and his realm is unfathomable.
The young head catcher nodded and comforted himself: "If that's the case, it's easy to explain. Mr. Dongfang is a scholar of heaven and man, and the martial arts of our male catchers are actually average. If they learn it, it will be easy to explain." Understandable.”
Yuan Moer sneered: "How could Mr. Dongfang teach a bandit student?"
"This..."
The arresters were speechless. Indeed, what the elders in the family said , Qiugong Pavilion aims to bring peace to the world. If a student becomes a bandit, how can the world be brought to peace?
“That’s right!”
Yuan Mo’er said: “Why didn’t Shuiyue’an Wuni and Qiugong Pavilion show up despite such a big commotion?”
Chen Jing smiled bitterly: "I learned from a pilgrim a few days ago that Qiugong Pavilion and Shuiyue Temple had an unknown reason. The martial arts and the students were fighting fiercely, so how could they bother to care about the bandits?"
< br>The detectives looked at each other again. Did the scholar and the nun start a fight? If you want to report to the official, who should you report to?
“Everyone, catch the heads!”
At this moment, a catcher hurriedly came to report: “Master Murong and Mr. Studious are almost here!”
……
Fulong Village.
In the room, Xin Zhuo looked at the twelve sacrificial spirits and a long list of exercises in the moon-watching well, and fell into deep thought.
Except for the sword skills, boxing skills and mental skills, which are adapted and mutated by Mochizuki Well, and have certain advantages over the enemy, the others are purely direct grabs, which are very average and too complex. The only advantage is that, If the arm directs it, it can be used at will. These completely different moves can also be integrated, but he feels there is no need to worry. The ones used to fight people, the undead ones, are still good.
Statement is the most urgent thing!
At present, it has reached six out of seven and entered the seventh level.
Only one final step!
However, it is said that there are only six agents with the highest level under the mountain, but they have all already come up.
Next, are you going to send out ordinary ninth-level detectives? One of the seventy-two enters the seventh level?
Or are the people on the note arriving soon?
If the next person is unwilling to submit obediently and come up with other ways to rescue Su Miaojin, should they still stick to the hob?
At this time, there was a faint sound of sweet musical instruments playing outside.
Xin Zhuo stood up and opened the door. Huang Dagui, who was waiting outside, was holding a simple knife and Cheng Liang, one-eyed, approached with a flattering look on his face:
"What are your orders, the master?"
In the past few days, the loyalty of the thieves to the master has changed from quantitative to qualitative. This has nothing to do with the identity of the master, but purely the worship of the master.
Xin Zhuo looked at the place where the instrument was sounding: "Who is playing the piano?"
Huang Dagui grinned: "Mrs. Yazhai! I just finished washing the clothes and washing the dishes, and I had to play the pipa. Qiniang was accompanying her. "
Xin Zhuo nodded and looked for the sound of pipa.
There is an open space to the west of the village, where many dwarf pines grow. There are six or seven earthen bags in the pine forest. Similar to Gua'an.
Han Qiniang was kneeling on a larger grave, burning paper money cut by her hands.
That is the grave of grandfather Xin Aotian.
Su Miaojin was sitting in a pavilion playing the pipa, with a soft figure and delicate hands...
However, Xin Zhuo felt that playing the pipa at the grave was somewhat out of place and embarrassing.
He walked to the grave and burned a few pieces of paper before asking: "Does she know this is a graveyard?"
"I don't know if she knows." Han Qiniang thought about it. I thought, "Maybe I don't know where the daughter of a wealthy family has seen a grave?"
Makes sense.
Xin Zhuo looked at the grave for a while, wondering if his grandfather's heroic life would be ended so hastily. Would he be willing?
I walked into the pavilion, sat on one side, looked at the misty abyss next to me, and listened to the beauty's flowing playing, which was quite unique.
Su Miaojin glanced at him with a complicated expression on her face. Her desire to survive had disappeared little by little with the defeat of the six head catchers.
She never thought that after being robbed once, she would encounter an evil boy who could not be dealt with by the six major arrests.
With thoughts in my mind, the playing on my hands inevitably slowed down.
Xin Zhuo said in surprise: "Why don't you continue playing?"
To play or not to play? Play it to him?
Su Miaojin didn't want to look at him, half-hiding her face with her pipa in her arms, and was silent for a long time, then simply continued playing.
Play it to yourself and feel sad.
Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo looked at her blankly at first, then felt relieved, put his hands on the pillow, and said in boredom:
"...I still hold the pipa to half-cover my face.
...
The big strings are noisy like heavy rain, and the small strings are noisy like whispers.
The big strings are noisy and the small ones are falling on the jade plate...
So wet! It’s time for the occasion! "
Han Qiniang, who was burning the paper, turned her head in surprise. Is the boss writing a poem again?
Su Miaojin looked at Xin Zhuo blankly, and she was crazy. This is a wonderful poem. The lyrics are neat and smooth, which is unparalleled.
It is something she has never heard before.
Is it me who is still holding the pipa half-covered? >
The big strings are noisy like the rain... The small strings are like whispers... The noises are all mixed up... The big and small beads are falling on the jade plate...
With these few lines, there is no more pipa poetry in the world.
This little thief is very talented, but... what's with the deep loneliness on his face? At such a young age, with such superb martial arts skills, shouldn't he be happy with life and be as proud as fire?
"Master, there's a big group of people coming down here, and there's a little guy on his face, a yo-yo, he looks so arrogant!"
At this moment, Huang Dagui came running like crazy. , breaking the silence.
Xin Zhuo stood up immediately, his eyes bright: "Do it!"
(End of this chapter)