Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all year round, and the mountain breeze at the end of summer blows into the ancient lama temple on the mountainside with the unique smell of the mountain. The short-haired woman in camouflage and short sleeves diligently wiped the old slip in the main hall, except for fear of desecrating the Buddha statue with kind eyebrows, she did not dare to wipe the dust on it, and the large and small objects in the temple were wiped spotlessly by the hard-working bitter grass girl. At ten o'clock, the girl began to make a fire to cook, the firewood was split evenly in size, she liked to see her man chopping wood, from picking up the axe, to the center of the firewood, the power was accurate, a split, all showing the beauty of masculinity. The water is picked from a creek a few miles away, it is snow water that melts from the mountains, it is sweet and delicious, and there is no pollution. In the eyes of outsiders, this kind of life is very hard, but Chen Kucao quickly fell in love with this kind of life that works at sunrise and rests at sunset, with no TV, no Internet, no mobile phone, no outside world, and some are just birds and flowers, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps at the entrance of the temple, Kucao was very alert, and the footsteps were vague, completely different from the footsteps of the bow horn, this girl who had undergone strict training in the women's special combat team skillfully pulled out the military thorn from her waist, and the moment the footsteps stepped into the kitchen, the top of the military spur was on the throat of the visitor. The person who came looked flustered, and the two beautiful mustaches were also messy at this time, it was Burhan, a villager from Liushui Village at the foot of the mountain.

"I ...... I...... I'm looking for Boss Li...... Is Boss Li here?" Burhan looked at the strangely shaped military thorn, even if he hadn't seen it, he could see that if this thing really stabbed him in the throat, he would definitely not survive.

The villagers often come to the temple to worship the Buddha, and Kucao has a good impression of these simple and kind Uyghur and Han villagers, and at this time he saw that he was obviously familiar with the little uncle Li Yundao, so he took the military thorn and asked: "Are you looking for a bow horn?"

"Yes, yes, Li Gongjiao, martial arts master!" Burhan made a very clumsy gesture of the white crane's wings.

Seeing his funny appearance, Kucao laughed out loud, most of the men in the mountains are simple and kind, and there is no deceit from the people in the city, Kucao actually likes to deal with these villagers in Liushui Village: "Gongjiao goes into the mountains to hunt early in the morning, and he can only come back before sunset." ”

Burhan looked anxious: "Sunset? ”

Bittergrass asked, "What's wrong?"

Burhan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "There are a few jade dealers in the village, and they fancy the jade embryos stored in a few houses, and the price cannot be negotiated, and the gang insists on not leaving, and also injured Koqikar and Chen Laosi, at this time the villagers are surrounding the group, but they have knives and guns, and it is estimated that something will happen." ”

Kucao has a good impression of the villagers of the simple Liushui Village, and it is said that the three brothers of Gongjiao grew up eating the village's hundred family meals after all, even if they often clashed with the village teenagers when they were young, but at this age, they are talking about the villagers. Bitter grass extinguished the fire in the stove, patted his hands full of ashes, and tied up his hair: "Let's go, I'll go with you to see." ”

Burhan shook his head like a wave drum: "No, no, no, what use can you be a little girl? If something happens, the three brothers of the Li family will definitely not spare me." ”

Chen Kucao shook the military thorn that often hung around his waist: "I have this." ”

Burhan continued to shake his head: "No, no, no, they have guns. ”

Chen Kucao smiled: "Don't worry, they won't have a chance to pull the gun." ”

Burhan is still not at ease: "Big sister, let's wait for Boss Li to come back, if he is here, he will not be able to do anything." Burhan looked sad, "Well, I'll go into the mountains to look for him, and you'll be waiting for us here." After saying that, Burhan hurried out of the lama monastery and went along the mountain road into the mountains to find Li Gongjiao.

Chen Kucao looked at Burhan's hurried back, pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, changed into tactical boots, thought about it, or took off the Type 56 military thorn, replaced it with a common military dagger, and rushed to Liushui Village at the bottom of the mountain.

In the open space at the entrance of the village, where the lamas welcomed Shili Gyatso, dozens of men, women and children from Liushui Village surrounded two old-fashioned Humvees in the middle, the engines of the Humvees roared and roared like beasts, and the first time the cars approached the wall of people formed by the villagers hand in hand. The expressions on the faces of the villagers in Liushui Village varied, some were resolute, some were afraid, and some were angry.

The driver of the red Hummer off-road is a flat-headed young man wearing sunglasses and a tight T-shirt, revealing his knotted and full muscles.

"Fuck, rush over to me, I don't believe it, a bunch of Diao people, for a few pieces of jade, really dare to give up their lives. On the co-pilot was a fat man with a meaty face, a big gold chain hanging around his fat neck, with a fierce look on his face, constantly urging the driver to rush out of the encirclement of the villagers.

"Boss, if you really die, you're in trouble!" The flat-headed young man didn't dare to really bump into it like this, especially when he saw the elderly and children in the crowd.

The fat man who was called the boss by the flat-headed young man reached out and slapped the young man on the back of the head: "You fucking eat inside and out, your salary is paid by Lao Tzu, I fucking paid you to solve this kind of problem, you fucking tell me now that you are afraid of death? Fuck, why didn't you think about being afraid of killing people when you took the money." Run over me, I'll be responsible for what happened!"

The flat-headed young man was slapped for no reason, his heart was angry, and when he was about to step on the accelerator to the end, suddenly the body trembled, and he heard the sound of the wheels deflating outside, but the young man was relieved for no reason: "Boss, the car seems to have a flat tire." ”

", if you don't explode early or late, there's a problem at this juncture, no wonder you want to go out of business, and you will change this broken car when you go back!" The fat boss was very angry, "Come down and change the tire, a bunch of Diao people, but we can't help it." ”

When the flat-headed young man jumped out of the Humvee, he saw that the driver of the white Humvee next to him also got out of the car, and both rear wheels of the two cars were deflated, and both drivers realized that this was definitely not an accident.

"Who, who punctured the tire?" The driver of the white Humvee was a muscly bearded man with a tattooed flower arm, and a bottomless scar on the back of his neck, at this time, he viciously pulled out the pistol on his waist and glared at the villagers of Liushui Village, who subconsciously took two steps back in a circle.

When the villagers retreated, the girl wearing camouflage uniforms and tactical boots walked out with a smile: "A few big men, bullying the honest people in the mountains, are you strong?"

The bearded man with the tattooed arms squinted at the girl dressed in camouflage, and it was obvious that the girl was not from this poor mountain and bad water, although her face had a slight plateau red, but she still exuded a completely different temperament from the woman in this flowing water village.

The flat-headed young man also looked at the girl curiously: "Did you puncture our tire?"

Chen Kucao pointed to the white Humvee and said: "In business, one is willing to buy and the other is willing to sell, this is a fair trade." Isn't it too unkind for you to use the method of forcibly buying and selling to take away the fine jade billets that the villagers have risked their lives to go into the mountains?"

The flat-headed young man knew that he was wrong, and his eyes fell on the man with the flower arm. The flower-armed man laughed cruelly: "Who said that forced buying and selling? Let him stand up and I'll see!"

The villagers did not dare to be the first birds, several brave men, including Koqikar, were injured, and the only Burhan who dared to speak went into the mountains to find Li Gongjiao, and most of the villagers who had lived in the poor countryside all their lives only dared to lie in the nest, and in the face of fierce outsiders with knives and guns such as flower-armed men and flat-headed men, they lost their usual courage and courage.

"Look, what we do is a fair deal, 30,000 yuan to buy your three jade embryos, 10,000 yuan, these Diao people have taken a big advantage. The flower-armed man sneered and walked towards Chen Kucao, "Girl, you punctured our four car tires, is this the rhythm of leaving my brother here as a groom?"

Chen Kucao did not retreat but greeted him: "You want to be my groom?"

The flower-armed man laughed lewdly: "My brother is strong, I guarantee that you will orgasm every night......"

Before the flower-armed man finished speaking, his whole body suddenly flew out of thin air, and his body, which was nearly one hundred and eighty pounds, flew five or six meters away before falling to the ground.

The flower-armed man almost didn't see how the girl shot, looking at the bystanders, the flat-headed young man was dumbfounded, the flower-armed man was one hundred and eighty pounds, and he was accelerating and running and kicking out, and he barely achieved such an effect, this soft and weak girl easily kicked the flower-armed man out of five or six meters as soon as she raised her foot, and this kind of skill was a first-class master even if it was placed in the army.

Chen Kucao himself was also taken aback, in the past half a year of mountain life, he didn't do anything else, so he just followed the bow and horn to learn kung fu. Gongjiao practiced the kung fu of taking the masculine route, but what was taught to Chen Kucao was the inner family exercise of yang and softness. The army practiced hard qigong at most, but after practicing the internal exercises in the past six months, Chen Kucao himself was also shocked by such a result, but more was excited and delighted.

The flower-armed man struggled a few times and finally got up from the ground, annoyed and angry, pulled out the dagger at his waist, and stabbed at Chen Kucao like a mad bear.

Chen Kucao was just happy about his half-year results, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the flower-armed man rushing over with a dagger shining with cold light, and with a coquettish sound, he did not retreat but advanced, and met him in small broken steps, sideways dodged the blade of the flower-armed man, slightly hooked under his feet, and his left elbow swung heavily on the back of the flower-armed man's neck, and with a bang, the flower-armed man fell and ate, raising countless dust.

The villagers laughed out loud in relief, which angered the man with blue nose and swollen face, and when he got up, he threw away the dagger, lifted the clothes on his waist, and pulled out a pistol that imitated the 54-style style, and slammed it twice at the sky.

Chen Kucao didn't dare to mess around anymore, he knew that this guy was equipped with a gun, and he should have been ruthless just now, no matter how fast he was at the moment, he couldn't be faster than a bullet.

The flower-armed man had a nosebleed, his appearance looked hideous, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Chen Kucao: "Come again, come again! Stinky bitch, you move again, Lao Tzu pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, you are a sick cat when Lao Tzu?" he held the gun and approached Chen Kucao step by step.

It was not the first time that Kucao had been pointed at gunpoint, but he did not panic, he frowned and looked at the flower-armed man and said, "Imitation of May Fourth, who are you?"

The flower-armed man sneered, rushed forward with a gun, and kicked on the lower abdomen of the bitter grass, the bitter grass snorted, and bowed back three or four steps.

The flat-headed young man persuaded: "Brother Meng, forget it, with a girl, there is no need to worry about it, make up the tires, let's go down the mountain early." ”

The flower-armed man known as Brother Meng glanced at the flat-headed young man: "What are you, get out of the way!" said and rushed up with another kick.

This time the strength was much greater than just now, and the bitter grass was painful, and he stepped back five or six years old, and sat on the ground with his ass.

The flower-armed man did not give up, the muzzle of the gun was slowly raised, and his face was aimed at the lower abdomen of the bitter grass: "I don't want your life, but you don't want to have children in this life!"