A truck transporting cartons slowly drove to the headquarters of Xianjiu Group.

The driver said to Nie Jun, who was sitting in the co-pilot: "Boss Song's house is not far from here, just over there in the dormitory of the old factory area, you can find it by asking yourself." ”

"Thank you, master. Nie Jun pushed the door and jumped down.

This guy is wearing a pair of travel shoes, jeans underneath, a knee-length trench coat on his upper body, and something diagonally behind his back, tightly wrapped with strips of cloth.

The delivery truck quickly entered, and Nie Jun walked to the door and asked, "May I ask where Song Weiyang's house is?"

The doorman said vigilantly: "What are you looking for Boss Xiao Song?"

Nie Jun said: "I am his college classmate, and I went to Emei not long ago, so I came by the way to have a look. ”

The doorman looked at it carefully and repeatedly, and was a little unsure, and asked, "Do you have the phone number of Boss Xiao Song?"

Nie Jun said: "My mobile phone is out of bills, so I can borrow your guard room phone to use it." ”

"Let's fight. "The doorman didn't dare to slack off.

Nie Jun couldn't remember Song Weiyang's number, took out his mobile phone and found that it was out of battery again, so he could only charge his mobile phone in the guard room. After tossing for a long time, he finally found the number and called Song Weiyang: "Old Song, I'm Nie Jun." ”

"Yo, Nie Daxian actually remembered to call me for the New Year. Song Weiyang's teasing voice came from the other end of the phone.

Nie Jun said: "I'm at the back gate of the Xianjiu Group, it seems to be the warehouse area. You tell the doorman and ask him to show him the way, and I will eat at your house during the Spring Festival this year. ”

Song Weiyang said: "I'm at my grandparents' house, you wait and don't move, I'll have someone pick you up." ”

"Good. Nie Jun said.

When the phone hung up, the doorman's attitude became more and more respectful, and he handed over a red plum: "Sir, please smoke!"

"Thank you," Nie Jun spread his hands, "please borrow another fire." ”

The doorman hurriedly took out a lighter and handed it over, and at the same time was extremely curious about Nie Jun. Because this guy has a scruffy beard, dirty clothes, pants and shoes, and even a big hole in his windbreaker, at first glance he looks like a homeless man from somewhere.

"What are you?" asked the doorman, pointing to Nie Jun's back.

Nie Jun smiled: "Bamboo poles." ”

The doorman apparently didn't believe it: "The bamboo pole is still wrapped in strips of cloth?"

"A sword. Nie Jun told the truth.

The doorman automatically added: "This is a gift for Boss Xiao Song, right? It must be an antique calligraphy and painting." ”

Nie Jun smiled: "You are so smart. ”

The doorman made Nie Jun a cup of tea, held it over and said, "Mr. is engaged in art?"

Nie Jun nodded and said, "Well, I'm a wandering painter. ”

The doubts in the guard's heart suddenly disappeared: "I'll just say, Boss Song's classmates are definitely not ordinary people." If you're not a big boss, you're definitely an artist. ”

The two were talking nonsense for a moment, and suddenly a car drove over, stopped at the gate and asked, "Which one is Mr. Nie, a friend of Boss Xiao Song?"

"Hello!" Nie Jun waved his hand.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car, opened the passenger door and said, "Mr. Nie, please." ”

Nie Jun didn't know how polite he was, so he got into the car with a big grin and was taken to the suburbs by the driver.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in the village, and Nie Jun enjoyed the rural scenery all the way, and suddenly shouted: "Stop." ”

The driver immediately stepped on the brakes: "Mr. Nie, it's not here yet." ”

"Is that a thief?" Nie Jun pointed to the right side of the village road.

The driver looked at it and saw a two-story self-built building about 300 meters away from the hillside. The door of the building was closed, one person climbed up the stairs, and the other secretly guarded the wind in the courtyard.

On the balcony on the second floor, there are two bars of New Year's goods, all of which are bacon, sauce meat, sausages, and duck.

The thief climbed onto the balcony, used the clothes pole to remove the New Year's goods, and then quickly threw them to his accomplices downstairs. It took a few minutes to steal everything, and there were two bamboo baskets that couldn't fit it, and one person still carried a few pieces of bacon in his hand.

"Wait for me to come back!" Nie Jun pushed the door open.

"Beware of danger. The driver hurriedly reminded that he was afraid that something would happen to Nie Jun, so he also chased after him, and took out a big wrench from the trunk.

Nie Jun strode and ran, and when he was halfway through the run, he alarmed the other party, and the two thieves immediately threw down the dirty goods and fled, and fled separately to the nearby fruit forest. Nie Jun spotted one of them, and ran after them desperately, closing the distance between them at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was a yellow peach forest, and the leaves were almost gone, and there was no way to hide people.

After chasing half a hill, the thief was so tired that he was out of breath, and he fled from the other side of the slope. A few hundred meters ahead was a small river, and the thief was probably a strong swimmer who wanted to jump into the river and swim to the other side.

"Ouch!"

With one foot in the air, the stupid thief rolled directly down the slope, a steep mountain of at least 60 degrees or more, and when he rolled to the bottom, he had fallen to the ground.

Nie Jun kicked into the air, his arms spread like an eagle, and jumped down from the slope of the mountain. This jump is more than four meters deep, if you change to parkour enthusiasts, or armed police special police, it will definitely roll forward to cushion when you land. But he only bent his knees in a semi-squatting suit, and he carried the force of the fall, and jumped down again quickly.

The stupid thief got up in a daze, just in time to see Nie Jun jumping behind him, and scolded angrily: "You are paralyzed and sick, aren't you? Lao Tzu didn't steal your things, why are you chasing me?"

Nie Jun said: "I just happened to bump into you, and I will practice your hands." ”

The stupid thief suddenly took out a butterfly knife and learned to be handsome like in Hong Kong films, but unfortunately his skills were relatively rusty, and his fingers were pinched when he threw the knife. He was too embarrassed to throw the knife again, so he grabbed the handle of the knife and said, "Hurry up and get out of me, or I'll stab you to death!"

"You stab. Nie Jun deliberately took two steps forward and looked at each other with a smile.

The stupid thief was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, and then he felt faceless again, and said inwardly: "I'll really stab me if I come here again!"

Nie Jun beckoned: "Stab me quickly, you are not your grandson." ”

"The paralyzed is sick!" the stupid thief turned and ran.

This was obviously unexpected by Nie Jun, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after him again.

The stupid thief finally got angry, ran a few steps and turned around again, holding the knife and stabbing at Nie Jun.

Nie Jun easily pulled the slipknot on his chest and untied the unidentified stick-like object on his back. He took a half-step forward, and as he dodged, he swung out a "stick" and slammed it into the side of the stupid thief's neck—if it was replaced by a sharp sword, it would have cut off the neck directly.

"I'm still not skilled, the distance is not accurate, and I almost got cut through my trench coat by a knife. "Nie Jun still has the leisure to summarize the mistakes.

The stupid thief was hit in the neck artery, his brain was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and he finally stood firmly, Nie Jun had already walked behind him, his knee socket was kicked hard, and he stood unsteadily and half-knelt on the ground.

"Boom!"

Nie Jun shook off the wrapped strip of cloth, and the thing pulled out was actually a sword, but it didn't open for the time being. He stood behind the stupid thief, put his sword on the other party's shoulder, and said evilly: "A bold fanatic, who dares to steal in broad daylight, will not follow me back to the yamen for trial!"

The stupid thief fell down the mountain again and was beaten again, and he already felt dizzy, but now he can't figure out the situation. But it's still scary to have a sword next to his neck, and he blurted out: "A good man spares his life!"

"That's right. Nie Jun smiled and put the sword back into its sheath, and slowly wrapped the sword with strips of cloth.

The stupid thief thought that he had encountered a neuropathy, and that he was the kind of neurotic who had practiced kung fu. At the moment when Nie Jun wrapped his sword, he pulled out his legs and slipped away again, only to be kicked as soon as he took a step.

More than ten minutes later, the stupid thief was escorted to Song Weiyang's grandfather's house by Nie Jun and the driver.

Before Nie Jun could speak, the villagers who were watching at Guo's house laughed and said, "Deng San, are you singing a big opera? Why do you still raise your hands to surrender?"

It turned out that the two thieves were from the village, and they usually worked in coastal cities and returned to their hometown during the Chinese New Year. Today, many villagers came to Guo's house to see the excitement, and when the two thieves saw that there was no one in a villager's house, they immediately moved their minds, and the two bamboo poles were worth hundreds of yuan.

Nie Jun said: "I caught this person stealing things, and the two-story building at the foot of the mountain over there has dark red tiles on the outer wall. ”

As soon as the words fell, the bitter master was on the scene, and he immediately reacted.

Before the male owner of the house could do anything, the hostess was already furious, grabbed the stupid thief's clothes and began to scold the street, scolding for several minutes without repeating the swearing, and finally even scratching and scratching directly to vent her hatred.

"I don't dare, I don't dare anymore!" the stupid thief squatted on the ground and hugged his head and begged for mercy.

The driver who was responsible for sending Nie Jun to the village chased him to the top of the mountain and witnessed the whole fight. He was sent back to the factory by Song Weiyang with a red envelope, and when he met people, he said: "Boss Song's friend is so awesome, he is a martial arts master, and he carries a sword with him." Those who are paralyzed will also work lightly, and the cliff of more than ten meters will go down as soon as they jump, and dealing with knife-wielding gangsters is like playing. Let me tell you, I heard that Boss Xiao Song's bodyguard is even more awesome, and the layman monk from Shaolin Temple can beat a cow to death with one fist!"

When the driver said this, Song Weiyang was playing with the sword and said funny: "Nie Daxian, you are really ready to cultivate into a sword immortal." ”

Nie Jun lay on the sofa on all fours and said, "I went to Wudang Mountain before the graduate school entrance examination, and used my sleeping skills to exchange a set of light body methods and a set of Taiyi swords with Zhong Yunlong. This sword was made of alloy steel by spending thousands of dollars, and it was definitely a first-class sword in ancient times. ”

"Is the light body method?" Song Weiyang was very interested.

Nie Jun said: "It can be said to be light work, but it must not fly off the wall, that is, some unloading and borrowing skills." ”

Song Weiyang asked, "Have you been admitted to graduate school?"

Nie Jun nodded and said, "Well, the written test has passed." ”

Song Weiyang smiled: "You will carry a sword on your back to study at Peking University in the future?"

"Can't you?" Nie Jun asked rhetorically.

"This is a special controlled knife. Song Weiyang said.

Nie Jun argued: "There is no front." ”

Song Weiyang said: "That's also a controlled knife, you kid take it easy, don't accidentally stab someone to death." ”

"I'm measured. Nie Jun didn't care.

Song Weiyang asked: "I heard you say on the phone, I went to Mount Emei this time, did you meet the swordsman of Shushan?"

Nie Jun said disappointedly: "Don't say it." There are still genuine goods in Wudang Mountain, and Mount Emei is simply impossible to see. It was not easy to find a practitioner who claimed to be the true legend of Emei, but he was actually a Jianghu style who practiced hard qigong, and there was no essence of Emei at all. When I came to the door, the 'head of the Emei faction' was performing a brick splitting performance, and he almost didn't ring the gong to collect tickets. ”

Song Weiyang said: "By the way, you are really very good at kung fu now?"

"It's still a long way off," Nie Jun suddenly said excitedly, "Let me tell you, that Zhongyunlong Dao Elder in Wudang is really awesome, an absolute master outside the world." No, he is a master in the world, several big leaders have met him, and he has also been invited to perform in the United States. His swordsmanship has been superb, and I estimate that I will not be able to compare with it for another twenty years of practice, and I am fortunate to be his registered disciple this time. ”

Song Weiyang suddenly didn't know what to say, he didn't think that since graduation, every time he met Nie Jun, he felt a sense of powerlessness. This guy is a strange flower, which makes Song Weiyang feel that he has traveled to another world, and he has learned about the revival of aura or something.

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