The stern and gracious master assigned the disciples a final task, which he had been teaching for nine years, and as soon as they passed the test of the last task, they were discharged.

This is his last group of disciples, and he has decided to unload the burden from his shoulders and retire to the mountains and forests with his wife of the chaff, and live the days of idle clouds and wild cranes.

In the past nine years, his disciples have had a hard time, and the strings in his heart are tighter than those of his disciples. Now, there are people among the disciples who have surpassed him, as long as they cross the hurdle in their hearts and have confidence in their craft, they will be invincible in the future.

The old master even had some expectations, he hoped that all seven disciples would be able to steal something from him, even the least favored thief.

The thief was more nervous than anyone else, and he knew that he would not be able to complete this task with his skill level anyway, but he had to try it out anyway. He was an orphan, and his master not only taught him the trade, but also raised him, and he had no way but to steal.

Although he has this heart, it is heaven that does not fulfill people's wishes.

The old master is dead.

was slashed by the fan-like kitchen knife used by Shi Niang to chop meat, and only one knife hit the artery in the neck, and the blood sprayed straight to the roof.

The thief still remembers the scream of the master, last night her husband told her about his future plans, he even thought about where to take her to hide, but now he has become a cold corpse.

When the disciples were in a mess, the elder brother who was most loved by the master on weekdays took out a ring, which was ingenious, and there was a very thin blade hidden in the ring, which was the favorite thing that the master wore on weekdays.

"Not only did I get what he had on him, but it was also something he wore closely, can I leave the school?"

Only then did the disciples discover that the master's fingers wearing the ring were broken at the root.

"Did you kill the master?" asked the thief.

The elder brother walked up to the thief and struck him on the shoulder, "What about me?

The thief didn't answer, he had already started the fight. net

He just knew that to defeat that person, he had to avenge his master.

The fist rained down on the senior brother, no matter the move, there was no routine. If he didn't swing his fist, he would definitely be suffocated by a breath of stuff in his chest.

His punch was too fast, and the senior brother didn't have time to use the move, so he could only shout and dodge. The occasional parry is bound to be a ruthless move.

For example, when he went out to block the thief's fist, he had already brought his master's ring, and the thief's fist slammed into the senior brother's palm, leaving two blood marks on the fist.

For another example, when his fists took off and were wide open, the senior brother did not dodge or dodge, and flew up and kicked straight at his lower abdomen.

It's simply untechnical, not like two martial arts practitioners at all, but like a scoundrel on the street.

The elder brother's blade cut his hand, and the elder brother's foot kicked him, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

When he also found that he had lost his sense of pain, he began to take the initiative to "find a fight", punch for punch, kick for kick, even if he suffered some losses, it didn't matter, he didn't care, who could win a fight against a person who was not afraid of pain?

The elder brother is scared, and when he meets a person who is not afraid of pain during a fight, everyone should be afraid.

As soon as he was afraid, the already unruly moves became even more messy, and he panicked and begged the other junior disciples for help, hoping that they could pull this madman away from Lao Qi.

None of the juniors were willing to take his eyes.

He could never have imagined that he would die at the hands of the clumsiest and slowest little junior brother who learned everything.

Until he died, he muttered unwillingly, "Why? I'm obviously the best, how can I?"

The elder brother died, and the pain gradually returned, and the thief felt very tired, and really wanted to sleep upside down for three days and three nights.

But he couldn't help it, he helped Shi Niang bury the master, and wanted to find a new place for the master to live, but the master didn't want to leave here, she wanted to guard his lonely grave, even if life and death were separated, she had to be with the dead old man.

The senior brothers Lu Xu left, and the life here came to an end, and the road ahead was waiting for them. The thieves repaired the house, filled the tank with water, and chopped the wood all night, so high that it seemed that it could not be burned in a year.

Before leaving, the master gave him a seven-trick exquisite key, this key is the master's life's work, can open the world's locks, the master said abruptly: "This craft depends on you to pass on." ”

The thief had already walked thirty miles, but he turned back, and he quietly came to the master's grave and buried the seven-trick exquisite key in the grave.

"Master, you have made a rule that your disciples only steal, not burn and loot, I have broken the rules, I am no longer worthy of being your disciple, and I am not qualified to inherit your craftsmanship. ”

"After you die, there is no one in the world who can use these seven exquisite keys, and the things will be returned to their original owners, and they will never be said again. ”

The battle with the senior brother made the thief understand a truth: although he can be a thief without worrying about food and clothing, he still has to rely on his fists to become a real strong man and not be bullied.

In order not to be bullied by the wicked, he was even more evil than the wicked, more ruthless than the ruthless, and gathered thousands of people to become the most famous bandit in the world.

He gave his sister a pension to the end, and his brother tried his best to help when he was in trouble, but he refused to admit his teacher for the rest of his life.

This is the end of the story of the thief, and the listeners are all sighing.

We were originally holding the mentality of listening to fun after dinner, but we didn't expect the atmosphere to be heavy because of this story.

Genghis Khan handed a piece of watermelon to the thief and said: "You have a revenge and revenge temperament, just like our prairie boys, I have made up your friend." ”

Li Yu said: "If I hadn't been born in the emperor's family, I would be able to be as happy as you, how good it would be." ”

The ministers echoed and comforted the thief.

I asked, "Brother Thief, what are your wishes for coming here?"

The thief said: "I owe Hei Impermanence a favor when I was in the underworld, and if I want to say that I wish, as long as she can survive this danger safely, I have nothing else to ask for." Use my place, you just have to say. ”

Oh my God, when Xiao Hei was mentioned, the thief's gaze focused for the first time, and it turned out to be infinitely gentle, this ...... This is clearly an idiot who has a crush on Xiao Hei!

The man who dares to worry about the impermanence of the underworld, what a man!

Just as I was thinking about it, Wang Xianren and torn pants came out of the cubicle.

Since killing Zhen Liuhui that day, he has been receiving "psychological treatment" worth 200 yuan/hour from Wang Xianren in the compartment, and his expression is calm at the moment, it should be that the treatment has played a certain role.

Wang Xianren took the Buddha bone relic, looked at it carefully, nodded and praised: "Yes, it is this thing, and the next thing is to find the nine-colored flowers and the Maoshan wooden sword." ”

I asked torn my pants: "Do you really believe that you are the Monkey King?"

Broke his pants and said: "Brother-in-law, you know me, even if I am a bastard, I don't have the courage to kill, unless it is possessed by Monkey King, otherwise, I can't ......"

I interrupted him and said, "You have thought about it, although you have to get by now, you can be considered comfortable, once we awaken your godhead and make you become a Monkey King, you will have to fight against Heaven with us, what will be the result, whether you will die or not, it's hard to say." ”

Tearing his pants and clenching his fists, he said: "It's done! Lao Tzu dared to make trouble in heaven five hundred years ago, and now he can still be afraid of him?!"

Well, you still have to collect two artifacts: the nine-colored flowers and the Maoshan wooden sword.

I asked Wang Xianren, "Isn't that ancestor of yours a disciple of the Maoshan Sect? Didn't he leave you a Maoshan wooden sword?"

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