The murderer, that is, the killer, this existence that violates laws and regulations and customs, but it does exist. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

No one is born to kill people, Xue Qing was born very orthodox, and even said that she was a wealthy family, a family tradition of martial arts, and a master of Chinese culture, she herself is also diligent in her studies and successful in her studies, if nothing else, she will be a university teacher, living a leisurely and normal life.

But life is always full of various accidents, first the death of his grandfather and the hospital, and then the death of his parents in a car accident, which is an accident that many people will encounter, but Xue Qing's relatives encountered man-made accidents.

The reason is nothing new, it is nothing more than a dispute over fraudulent interests in the business field, the other party is very clean, and accidents are always not punished by law.

Xue Qing didn't collect evidence or revive the family business and other gentlemen to take revenge for ten years, this is a distant and desperate process, so she also began to learn to create accidents, serious and focused, just like going to school, learning how to kill people and accidents.

She studied for five years, did it in three years, and then made a name for herself in a certain circle, and it became a business.

When she does business, it will naturally become a business.

She thought that maybe the plane crash that cost her life was also a man-made accident..... or maybe she thought about it too much, no matter what, Xue Qing is dead, Xue Qing is alive again, so let's live well.

Xue Qing slowly breathed in, and there seemed to be a fleeting crisp sound like fried beans in the silent night.

Xue Qing's days are on the right track, getting up early to run to school, coming to Guo's schoolyard after school in the afternoon, writing and endorsing books at night, and practicing martial arts before going to bed, with a dense and compact schedule.

A month passed almost in the blink of an eye.

When footsteps were heard in the gray streets, the woman who divided the fish did not have to lift her head.

"Little brother, I bought a fish to make up for it after school. She exclaimed.

There was a gust of wind beside him.

“... Okay..."

The sound was accompanied by the sound of clattering footsteps.

"Leave you the best. The woman shouted.

In the blue light, I saw that the young man raised his hand and strode away.

Xue Qing's footsteps kept passing through the city gate.... She had now run farther, and not only had she become acquainted with the blacksmith's shop, but she also chatted with the woman who sold fish, and even the old man who was collecting cow dung every day.

“... Uncle... Do you have to use cow dung every day..."

She said suddenly.

The old man, with his head bowed and carrying the basket, was startled, as if he was flustered by the stranger's inquiry, and did not seem to know what to say.

“.. Yes. ”

By the time he answered, Xue Qing had already run away.

It was earlier to come to the cottage, and when Mr. Si Brown yawned and entered the room, Xue Qing had already untied the blue cloth bag, wiped the table and chair cushions, and wrote a page.

“... Speaking of which, your handwriting is not pretty," said Mr. Si Brown, sitting down.

"I don't have the strength in my wrist now, and I can't write well, but it will look better and better in the future. Xue Qing said.

Four brown smacked his lips.

"I said students. He said, "Have you ever felt like you've had a bad time?"

Xue Qing thought about it seriously and shook his head.

"Nope. She said.

This serious thinking gesture made Mr. Si Brown even more depressed, and he also shook his head, and suddenly slapped a book on a few cases.

“... He was a duke for five years. In the spring, the Marquis of Jin killed his son Shen Sheng..."He said.

Xue Qing stopped writing.

“..... Qi Boji came to his son. Xia, Gongsun Zirumu. Gong and the Marquis of Qi, the Duke of Song, the Marquis of Chen, the Marquis of Wei, the Bo Zheng Bo, the Duke of Xu, and the Prince of Cao will stop at the beginning..."She read it smoothly and steadily.

Mr. Si Brown asked a few more casual questions, and Xue Qing memorized them all without exception.

"Okay. Mr. Si Brown looked at her, a little surprised, "How did you really memorize all three volumes?"

It's memorization, rote memorization, Xue Qing thought about it.

"Maybe I'm really a Wenqu star. She said.

Mr. Si Brown poofed, stretched out his thumb to her, and bowed his hand to express his admiration.

Xue Qing smiled.

"Sir is not bad. She said.

No matter whether he asked questions or listened to her recite, his hand on the scroll was never opened, and it was obvious that he knew it by heart.

"Of course, I'm the one who came down to Wenqu. Mr. Sibrown said with a little smugness, twisting his sparse beard, and his wrinkled face smiled like a flower.

It's just that this Wen Quxing's appearance is not good, Xue Qing pursed his lips and smiled.

"Can you study the next few volumes, sir?" she asked.

Mr. Four Brown sneered.

"Ignorance, do you think you can memorize it?" he said, "and you still don't understand what it means." ”

This is indeed the case, Xue Qing nodded.

"Then please explain it to the gentleman. She said.

Mr. Four Brown coughed lightly.

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it after lunch. He said, his eyes fell on the blue cloth bag beside Xue Qing, with some expectation, "What did your mother cook delicious today?"

......

The food that Xue Qing came to school was all made by Xue's mother in the morning.

"Actually, no, there is a lot of food and drink on this street, and your old man will not be reluctant to spend money on you. Mr. Si Brown said, watching Xue Qing open the flower cloth bag, revealing a square food box.

She also told Mother Xue that she didn't need to cook so much for her, it was very tiring and troublesome, and she couldn't buy anything if she had money.

"The outside is not clean. Xue Mu said, rejecting her suggestion.

In fact, Xue Qing had hardly eaten anything outside, she didn't know anything before, but after she woke up, every time she went out, Xue Mu would tell her not to eat indiscriminately.

"You are weak, eat carefully and have a bad stomach. "She always looked worried.

This body is indeed weak enough, not that the Xue family is quite poor, how can the children raised be so pampered? Maybe some rough raising can be stronger, Xue Qing thought, and opened the food box.

Mr. Si Brown was already holding his chopsticks and couldn't wait.

"Ah, there's a stewed pig's hand. He shouted, "The Guo family is really rich." ”

Yes, it's not that Mother Xue is rich, the food and drink are provided by the Guo family, and Mother Xue has never been stingy and can let go...... Her son was almost beaten to death by the Guo family, and of course he had to use their money to make up for him.

Xue Qing took the initiative to ask for the weight of Xue Mu's two people, and she still respected her teacher very much.

Mr. Si Brown dropped his chopsticks to block Xue Qing's chopsticks.

“... Student, if you dial it up again, you, sir, will only have beans to eat. He said, looking at the stewed pork knuckle on the plate... has been half taken away by Xue Qing.

"Sir is old, it is better to eat less oily. Xue Qing said, and broke away and pulled a piece before stopping.

Mr. Si Brown immediately took the plate away, put the white rice on the plate, stirred it and stuffed it into his mouth.

“...... It's just that when you're old, how long can you eat oily.... An extra bite is a bite...", he said vaguely.

Xue Qing smiled and didn't speak, bowing his head to eat.

The teacher and student ate the food in the food box cleanly, Xue Qing scooped water from the water tank outside the door and washed it, and Mr. Si Brown burped and said that he was going to sleep.

"When you sleep well, you have the strength to do things. He said.

Xue Qing put the food box and sat outside the grass hall, basking in the sun while reading the three volumes of Spring and Autumn silently again, and when she finished reading it, she got up and called Mr. Si Brown, who was sleeping in the grass shed next door.

"I'm asleep, am I?" said Mr. Four Brown, annoyed.

"It has been scientifically proven that a quarter of an hour nap is enough. Xue Qing said.

"What is science? Why do you say such annoying things? Mr. Si Brown said hatefully, and got up and came out.

But instead of entering the school, he tossed out a bundle of rope in a pile of debris.

"Let's go, let's go to class. He said, kicking and walking towards Liudao Spring Mountain.

Do you want to come to the field to give a lecture? Xue Qing followed with some puzzlement.

Mr. Si Brown did not go to the main entrance of Liudao Quanshan Social Studies..... It was guarded day and night, and the idlers were not allowed to come near, and he came to a mountain depression in the distance.

Xue Qing looked up at the cliff straight.

Coming here won't be .....

Her thoughts flashed through her, and she saw Mr. Si Brown, who always seemed to be unsteady in his walking, leap up to the cliff, and then climb up.

Winding and dexterous, like walking on the ground, like Spider-Man.

Xue Qing watched his figure get higher and higher, until he climbed into the top of the mountain and disappeared.

She knew that the old man who could approach her silently was really unusual.

Falling off the cliff will find treasure, and the greedy beggar is a master, which is really the eternal law of the protagonist, and of course she is the protagonist.