Zhao Yanjing read until dinner, and then went to the village and started running, running 10 kilometers a day, which was something he was accustomed to.

It was impossible for his body to run 10 kilometers because his appendicitis had only started to improve since he was in junior high school, but the Mind Sutra and the Five Elements Fist changed his body so much in the early hours of the morning that he finally barely managed to run 10 kilometers behind the village.

The end result was that he was panting and sweating profusely, and he almost collapsed on this hot summer day.

And when he finished running, the time was also eight o'clock in the evening, and Zhao Yanjing almost didn't stop at all, and immediately took a shower and went to bed.

As soon as he fell asleep, a hand was pinched on his nose.

"Brother me, you're so weird today!"

"Don't go out to play, still read books?"

Zhao Yanbo's strange voice came, shaking his head, while Zhao Yanjing turned his head and looked at his thin brother.

"Do you want to practice martial arts?"

"Do you know martial arts?"

"Of course!"

At this time, it is the time when martial arts films are popular, and almost all children have an idea in their hearts, that is, to practice martial arts.

Zhao Yanjing was like this, and his younger brother Zhao Yanbo was no exception, but they had not heard of any other martial arts practice places except for a nearby martial arts school and the Shaolin Temple, and taekwondo, which only became popular a few years later.

It was impossible to go to a martial arts school, because the tuition was too expensive, and his parents would not let him go.

Looking at his younger brother's expectant eyes, Zhao Yanjing decided to hand over the Five Elements Fist to Zhao Yanbo;

As for copying a picture, it is impossible, and I don't know why, the copying of the visualization map is useless at all; this point has already been tried by the old Taoist priest himself.

Although it is not very powerful to practice the Five Elements Boxing alone, at least it is still guaranteed to strengthen the body and prolong life; the sooner you practice martial arts, the better.

"I just recently got a book of martial arts secrets, once you have achieved cultivation, you are absolutely invincible in the world, but the practice is a little difficult, you may not be able to hold on?"

When Zhao Yanbo heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, he looked excited, and at the same time he didn't believe it, but there was still a trace of cunning in his eyes.

"Really, I don't believe it unless you teach me. ”

"I've got a special book that I have to practice every day from five to seven, and you're sure you can get up that early. ”

"It's a little too early to get up at five o'clock!"

Zhao Yanbo frowned, obviously five o'clock was a bit too early, even if he was invincible in the world in the future, it was still very far away for him now.

"Either you teach me now, if I can't learn it, I won't learn. ”

"No, you can't cultivate at this time. ”

"Then you must be lying, not playing with you anymore, sleeping. ”

Zhao Yanjing snorted unhappily, and then fell asleep on his head; not long after, he fell asleep completely; the word insomnia did not belong to him for the time being.

Looking at his younger brother's appearance, Zhao Yanjing couldn't help but smile;

Zhao Yanjing didn't sleep because he didn't have a mobile phone, and he couldn't get up on time, which meant he couldn't get up on time.

Stealing is naturally when other people's minds are most relaxed, and two o'clock in the morning is definitely the time when everyone is sleepy.

Normally, thieves steal at two o'clock in the morning, which is not his own idea, but his experience, and two o'clock in the morning was the hardest time when he used to go to work.

Luckily, there is a wall clock at home, which rings every hour to determine the time.

At this time, Zhao Yanjing's mood was extremely calm, for him, what was about to happen was just a trivial matter, if he even had psychological pressure to steal, then his psychological endurance would inevitably be too poor.

When the time reached one o'clock, Zhao Yanjing's eyes opened, and then he sat up straight, as if he had nocturnal wandering syndrome, and got up and left with a calm face.

The two-mile journey was soon there, and the small shop had already appeared in front of him, but the next moment Zhao Yanjing frowned and hid directly into the grave on the side.

In a matter of moments, a figure appeared in his gaze, tiptoeing around from time to time.

Appearing outside at such a time is either nocturnal or ill-intentioned, and judging by the person's situation, it is completely certain that it is the latter.

There was no such thing as a night walker, not even a hood, and this colleague who suddenly appeared came from his own village.

This man he knew, the restless lord of the village, nicknamed Brother Mao, was a master of theft in the village.

Since he was a child, he has neglected discipline, and he knows that he fights and fights every day, and he is almost indispensable for stealing chickens and dogs.

Before the family was demolished, he secretly built a house, and as a result, it was forcibly demolished;

Zhao Yanjing didn't expect to meet him at this special time today, and what made him even more helpless was that the other party seemed to be targeting the store.

Fiddling with an embroidery needle in his hand, the corners of Zhao Yanjing's mouth hooked up a playful smile; since someone helped, there was no need to step forward to get cause and effect; it seemed that if he robbed the thief, it could not be regarded as stealing.

Although Zhao Yanjing's force value is not enough to deal with an adult, he is very familiar with acupuncture points, as long as he is not caught by the other party, a needle is enough to paralyze anyone.

The acupuncture points of the Chinese nation are extremely profound, and now they are almost lost; even the old Taoist priests have learned, which is also somewhat incomplete; despite this, he once grabbed a stone and waved it, which still paralyzed him.

Watching Brother Mao enter the store, Zhao Yanjing followed indifferently, at this time, he didn't need to enter it to steal, he just needed to wait outside, and one needle would be enough to solve the problem at that time.

Compared with Brother Mao, he is an absolute half-ass, counting on some bits and pieces in the drawer will not play the slightest role at all, and the most important thing is the whole money that is hidden.

And since Brother Mao has done it, he must have been investigating for a while, at least, he will not make a random move because of two or three hundred.

After waiting quietly outside for half an hour, a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets came from inside, although the sound was very small, but Zhao Yanjing heard it clearly.

"Bang!"

"!"

However, at this moment, there was a sound of glass breaking, followed by an angry scolding, as if Brother Mao had accidentally smashed something.

"Who is it?"

The angry voice came, and the fat woman woke up, and the corners of Zhao Yanjing's mouth twitched, and she immediately hid aside.

Soon, Brother Mao's figure jumped out of the wall, stumbled and fell directly to the ground, and he screamed miserably, without any stop, quickly got up and limped away.

Not long after Brother Mao ran away, the door of the store opened, and a figure rushed out, wearing pajamas and holding a kitchen knife.

Seeing the distant back, the fat woman did not chase after her, but pinched her waist with one hand and scolded wildly with a kitchen knife with the other.

"Damn bastard, stealing something to our orphans and widows. ”

"Do you still have a conscience, are you human?"

"Has the conscience been eaten by the dog, the dog four. ”

Its voice was like the roar of a lion in Hedong, which spread almost throughout the entire village, and Zhao Yanjing listened to it very clearly.

In the midst of the fat woman's continuous verbal bombardment, Zhao Yanjing was not idle, but climbed over the wall and soon entered her room.

Looking at the scene after rummaging through the cabinets, Zhao Yanjing couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, although Brother Mao ruled out some possibilities for him, but the remaining place was still enough for him to find.

His eyes swept over, and he suddenly saw a pile of glass shards, Zhao Yanjing couldn't help but have a flash of inspiration, and walked over quickly.

The shards of glass were in the large closet, and it stands to reason that there shouldn't be any shards of glass here, and the place was not easy to see, and if anyone caught it with one hand, it would definitely break it.

In fact, the glass shards are covered with blood, and it seems that Brother Mao suffered a big loss here just now, and it is estimated that he will have to disappear for a while to recuperate.

However, under the glass shard, there was a piece of plastic paper, and after Zhao Yanjing lifted the plastic paper, he found that there was money inside.

What completely surprised Zhao Yanjing was that the small shop had a lot of money, and the thickness was at least more than 1,500, but Zhao Yanjing didn't need that much, so he only took 800.

The thief did it with a bit of conscience, and he would return the eight hundred yuan to the fat woman when he won the lottery.

The figure flickered, and Zhao Yanjing was about to leave, but at this time, a figure appeared in front of Zhao Yanjing, but it was the fat woman's daughter.

He seemed to be woken up by the fat woman, looking dazed, and if he opened his eyes, he could definitely see Zhao Yanjing.

Faced with such a sudden situation, Zhao Yanjing naturally didn't want to go down with a needle, and then the girl's body weakened and fell directly to the ground.

Zhao Yanjing was quick to hold the girl in his arms, and shook his head helplessly when he heard the fat woman's scolding.

The fat woman scolded so much, in fact, she was scaring people, and in her own heart, she couldn't tell how scared she was, after all, the orphans and widows were helpless here, and they could only give themselves courage.

After putting the girl on the bed, Zhao Yanjing immediately got up and left, but when he jumped over the wall, he didn't control his body and fell directly to the ground.

This movement naturally startled the fat woman, who didn't care about Zhao Yanjing at all, and rushed directly to the room.

"Daughter, what's wrong with you, daughter, don't scare me!"

"Your daughter is fine, but I have just taken a good night's sleep, and I will take half of the money in the cabinet and return it to you in a few days." ”

Zhao Yanjing couldn't bear it, lowered his voice and said, and then without looking back, he quickly rushed towards the mass grave.

When the fat woman rushed out of the house, she saw only a figure rushing into the mass grave, and she had absolutely no courage to chase after her.

I was still worried about my daughter, so I could only return quickly, and I felt a lot more relieved to feel my daughter's calm breathing.