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Wang Lifa was surprised, remembering that the silver he had hidden was trapped inside, and if he waited for someone to dig it, he would inevitably be led by them, and he was a little anxious in his heart, and told Wang Ziteng: "Good son, call your Uncle Wang to bring someone over to clean up." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Got through the door and climbed through the rubble.

The prince replied and hurried out. Uncle Wang's house was only separated by two houses, and it was not long before he arrived. He was reckless, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and rushed into the courtyard of Uncle Wang's house, it happened that Uncle Wang was also enjoying life, holding a chicken leg in his left hand and a dumpling leaf fan in his right hand. He saw Wang Ziteng running with grinning teeth, holding a red (rusty) kitchen knife in his hand, so frightened that he jumped up, pointed at Wang Ziteng with a big fan, and stammered: "You, what do you want to do?"

Wang Ziteng was stunned for a moment, took a step back, and looked at Uncle Wang blankly.

In Uncle Wang's opinion, this kind of blank look was cold and cold, in this hot July, it was like a bucket of ice water pouring down from the top of his head, and it was cold all over his body in an instant.

Uncle Wang was busy thinking about how to retreat from the enemy, but the prince smiled, and the smiling face seemed to say: "I have sealed all your retreats." At that moment, his heart was like ashes, and he said in a trembling voice: "What are you doing?"

Wang Ziteng was inexplicable, scratched his head and said: "I am practicing the infatuation knife technique, how do I know that I have climbed to the sky in one step, and I have smashed the house with a few knives, and my father wants me to ask you to take a few people to move the bricks and tiles." ”

"I see!" Uncle Wang took a long breath, patted his chest and said: "This matter is on me, you go back and tell your father, just say that my brothers are on vacation today, and I will go early tomorrow morning, and he will move here for the time being." ”

"Okay. Wang Ziteng completed the task, giggling, dancing and leaving, the kitchen knife showed a poignant red in the reflection of the sun, Uncle Wang saw it in his eyes, and felt irritable in his heart, raised the pu fan and fanned a few hard, took a bite of the chicken leg, and pondered the bad feeling in his heart.

Wang Ziteng walked halfway, faintly heard the sound of heavy objects hitting the house, stepped up his steps back to the house, entered the yard, did not see Wang Lifa, he shouted a few words, and responded in a low voice under the fragmented stones, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Wang Ziteng thought, yes, my father dug too deep and couldn't get out of it when he was buried under the stones.

As the saying goes, saving people is like fighting fire, although Wang Ziteng is a small person, but the effect of practicing the knife before a stick of incense has given him infinite confidence, that kind of might, looking at the world, who will compete with him! Saving people is simply killing chickens with a knife -- overkill!

The prince staggered for a while, ran to the broken door, stepped in with one foot, and suddenly, a great elastic force was born, which immediately bounced him out and fell heavily to the ground.

Wang Ziteng didn't believe in evil, endured the pain and got up again, this time it was his right foot first, and before he touched the threshold, he was counterattacked, and his ankle was tightened first, and a strange force lifted his whole person horizontally in the air, and then Wang Ziteng's soles were solid and were pushed up by the force of an awl, and the whole person flew out sideways.

"Smack!" The yard was paved with stone slabs, and his bones were almost broken, because his head hit the ground first, a large bag immediately swollen on the back of his head, and the right half of his brain was almost flattened.

If his left brain hits the ground, he will be a complete idiot, and relatively speaking, his luck is not bad.

Wang Ziteng's mind was dizzy, he looked at the sun like a star, held on for a few seconds, rolled his fish's eyes, and obediently lay down in a figure of eight. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was completely dark, the sky was full of stars, bright as a pearl, and a bright moon hung in the west, like my mother's two eyebrows. Thinking that his mother had left him, Wang Ziteng couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart and sobbed in a low voice.

"It's okay, and Dad. Where's Dad?" Wang Ziteng shook his head, carefully recalling the situation before he fainted, children can't do anything else, this ability to remember things is very strong, and soon, one after another, he remembered all the things that happened.

He hurriedly got up and ran to the door, and was about to enter, when the foot that had stepped out of him shrank back. He nudged it with his hand without any hindrance.

"Am I mistaken?" Wang Ziteng scratched his head, used his hands and feet together, climbed up to the place where Wang Lifa usually hid money, lay down on the stone, his mouth was as close to the gap in the stone as possible, and shouted softly: "Daddy, daddy, are you down there?"

Shouted more than a dozen times, but there was no response. I raised the volume and shouted again, but there was still no response at all. Wang Ziteng became more and more anxious, and suddenly said: "I stole a hundred taels from my father, I don't know if he died of anger below." ”

This sentence really worked, and there was immediately a coughing sound of "cough, cough, cough" under the bricks. The prince was overjoyed and asked loudly, "Daddy, is it you?

The cough was heavier. A sentence came intermittently: "You're not dead, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Seeing that his father was dying, he cared so much about himself, his heart was sweet, he grinned, and suddenly felt some pain in his brain, and touched it with his hand, and the right half of the back of his head seemed to be concave, which was not trivial, and exclaimed: "It's over, it's over, it's turned into a frying pan." ”

"Son. The voice was weak, like a messenger of hell: "Dad is no good, you must avenge my father, the person who killed me is... It's..."The prince clenched his fists, his heart pounded, and he shouted in his heart: "Go on, go on!"

Wang Lifa never escaped the law of 'say half before you die' in history, and held on to his last breath and said the person's surname: "Wang..."

Wang Ziteng was so grief-stricken that he used his two hands as shovels and dug desperately, his face was so wet that he couldn't tell whether it was tears or snot.

Dawn always comes suddenly at the darkest moment, bringing light and dispelling darkness, but it cannot dispel the fear and loneliness in people's hearts.

Wang Ziteng's hands had turned red, and the sand and dust were sticking to them, and he didn't even care about this pain.

He only knew that his dearest relatives had left him, and that handsome father who was strict with him on the surface, but actually cared for him and loved him everywhere, was separated from his yin and yang from then on, and he couldn't see that he had grown up and become a talent.

He remembered what his father had said countless times before his death: "When you become a big tree, I can leave with peace of mind." "But, why did God take his father's life while he was still a little tree?

Why! God, you tell me, you answer me!

Why should there be hatred in the world, if you want to be strong, you have to step on other people's corpses? Killing people is very cool? Wang Ziteng's heart is full of contradictions, he must avenge his father's revenge, but once he pursues it, how many people will be implicated? This is a chain effect, in that case, how many children will lose their father?

Wang Ziteng pondered and dug painfully, and finally, after brushing through a layer of fine sand, he touched a soft object. Looking at it, it was his father's gray-blue robe, the neckline of the robe showed black hair, but it was the back of Wang Lifa's corpse, thinking of what his father said before he died, Wang Ziteng couldn't bear it anymore, and the tears that had dried up flowed down, and he cried...

He promised Wang Lifa that he would never cry again, but today, he cried twice...

Wang Zi Tengchang and his father went to the scene of the incident to analyze the cause of death of the deceased, and examined Wang Lifa's body several times, and he came to three conclusions: "First, Daddy was ambushed, and his internal organs were shattered, obviously injured by spells;

"Three, the second word of his name is most likely an inhalation sound, otherwise my father would have finished it in one breath. ”

"The man probably knew about our family, and when he came back, he cast a spell that trapped me, and made me go around several times, thinking I didn't know. Later, he must have been injured by his father, so the spell failed, and he was not sure if his father was dead, so he would definitely pretend to be a seller to inspect it. Knowing this, the prince sneered, "If I let you go this time, I will have your surname!"

He wiped away his tears and went to inform his father's group of brothers first, but he did not say that his father was dead, but asked them to go to his house fully armed to "protect the 'fastest knife in the world'".

Uncle Wang is the only one he can trust now, so he then went to Uncle Wang to discuss countermeasures and arrange traps. Uncle Wang killed him majestic, and he himself guarded the mourning hall and took care of the last pass.

He guessed that the collapse of the house might also be the man's fault, and he couldn't use a kitchen knife, so he hid a dagger fed with poison.

Day 2.

At noon, the sun shone down, and it was bright and annoying, and by the courtyard wall, there stood a row of yamen who claimed to defend their brothers to the death.

Uncle Wang shook the fan in his hand, lay on the chair and gnawed on the chicken legs, and the other people endured the scorching sun, and his mouth was already dry, but he hid in the shade of the tree, as if he was nothing. Hehe, weird laugh.

He finished eating the chicken legs, wiped the oil on his mouth, and said with a smile: "Brothers, don't be too bitter about yourself, Brother Wang Lifa is preparing chicken legs in the kitchen, let's go and get two, and eat while standing, wouldn't it be happy, hehe." ”

At this time, a middle-aged man walked outside the door, with a white cloth wrapped around his head and a pair of wine barrels, he glanced into the courtyard and continued to walk.

After half an hour, he walked back slowly, and when he passed the door, he seemed to be tired, put down his burden and straightened his waist, and while beating his shoulders, he asked casually: "Ladies and gentlemen, the weather is hot, buy a bowl of cold wine to eat." ”

"Good, good, good ......" The crowd was full of joy, picked up the porcelain bowls from the table one by one, and came to the door to taste the wine.

The middle-aged man saw a person shaking a fan in the shade of a tree, looked at the wine barrel and swallowed saliva, and said with a smile: "Don't be polite, come on..."

Uncle Wang hesitated for a moment, looked up at the blazing sun, and said, "You should bring it over, I'm too lazy to move around." Just give you more money for wine. ”

"Okay, good..." The middle-aged man responded, but he refused to go into the yard for a long time, scooped a bowl of wine, and handed it to a young catcher: "Quickly bring it to that master." ”

"Slow!" Uncle Wang seemed to be smiling, and said in a weird manner: "I am a huge person, give me that bucket, why don't you move?"

The middle-aged man looked at Uncle Wang carefully, and saw that he didn't seem to know martial arts, so he relieved himself, picked up the flat burden, and walked to Uncle Wang with a barrel of wine.

Uncle Wang waited for him to approach, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Close the door and beat the dog!"

The crowd quickly threw away the porcelain bowl, moved together on both sides, and quickly closed the door, blocking the door with their bodies, and drew their knives one by one.

The middle-aged man was shocked and feigned anger: "Why is this?"

Uncle Wang bit the chicken thigh, and Ulu Ulu ate the skin and meat. Turning his head and spitting out the bones, without saying much, Pu Fan waved, and three iron needles flew out from the bottom of the fan, forming an iron triangle and shooting at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man secretly cheered, lifted the flat pole, sandwiched it under his armpit, swung left and right, knocked off two iron needles, and the remaining one had flown to two feet in front of his abdomen.

The speed of the iron needle was so fast, but he held the middle of the iron needle between his fingers, impartially. It should be noted that if you are fast, you will be caught on the tip of the needle, which will inevitably hurt your fingers, and if you are slower, you will be clamped on the needle, and your strength will be slightly weaker, and you will die under the needle.

As the saying goes, the master of the art is bold, and he is usually used to it, so he will not panic on the spot, which shows that this middle-aged man is diligent, and his vision is accurate, and his technique is fast, I am afraid that he has reached the peak of martial arts. ("Please note that the above analysis is reasonable, and if there is any error, it is purely due to the lack of skill of Uncle Wang, and has nothing to do with the author of this article.) ”）

I saw Uncle Wang's eyes widened angrily, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Good thief, you dare to hurt my brother's life, don't think about leaving today, take your life!" At the beginning of his hand, the pu fan swung left and right, and countless iron needles flew out, and these iron needles were in a group of three, or horizontally, vertically, or in a triangular arrangement, and their momentum was like the wind, and they were all nailed straight to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't dare to slack off, grabbed the flat shoulder with both hands, danced into a barrier, first guarded against the vital points of the whole body, and said in the air: "Why do you hurt people casually, I'm just a man who sells alcohol, and I don't have any money for you!"

Uncle Wang sneered: "Who wants your money? If you are not a thief, how can you be so cautious? You have peerless martial arts (compared to Uncle Wang), but you sell wine under the hot sun, and no one can believe it!"

After Uncle Wang said this, he also felt quite reasonable, his anger increased even more, his wrist shook, his strength changed slightly, and the fan suddenly softened, like a lover's white jade-like hand, brushing his face, bringing a trace of coolness.

The iron needle flew out as usual, but the trajectory changed, it was originally a straight line, and at this moment it bent to both sides, drawing two arcs in the air, and striking together!

The middle-aged man secretly smacked his tongue, tightened his arms, and put the flat arm half a meter across his chest, but he didn't move. The two iron needles attacked one after the other, but they hit almost at the same time. "Ding, ding, ding" sounded several times, and all of them were nailed to both ends of the flat pole. It was made from the coffin of the emperor's favorite concubine, and it was very strong, and the iron needle was nailed to it, and only a few were pierced into it.

The middle-aged man sighed, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and the hand holding the flat arm was also soaked.

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