Brother Blade, there are two knives in total. One is a small, kind of blade that can be held in the mouth. There is also a very ordinary slender razor. It's the kind of knife that the barbershop uses to shave someone's beard. The kind of blade that can be held in his mouth, which he uses to do his work. The kind of knife he used to shave, he used to dry people.

The blade does a lot of work, but the man does very little. Today, he used a razor to hold someone else's neck for the third time in his life.

The first time was, Brother Blade's aunt had cancer. At that time, my uncle squatted in an iron cage, and the family had no money to bury him. Brother Blade used this knife to push the neck of a man wearing a thick gold chain. That time, the blade did the work, all for the funeral of my aunt. The second time, Brother Blade used this knife to beat the craftsman from Xinjiang.

When Brother Blade was five years old, he lost his father. When he was six years old, his mother was also on her way to the police station and was robbed. His mother was stabbed eight times on the spot, and she choked on the way to the hospital.

All along, Brother Blade was adopted by his aunt and grew up. My aunt has loved blades since she was a child, and she treats them as her own. She has always wanted to make money to let Brother Blade go to school, hoping to let him be admitted to college and become a talent. However, Brother Blade didn't like to read since he was a child. In addition, his uncle was originally a well-known thief who ran the rivers and lakes. Slowly, the blade was taken by his uncle and incorporated into a small assistant of his own.

In addition to the uncle who would teach the blade some housekeeping skills, the blade also recognized a master, a master who opened a private clinic. Once, the blade got into a fight with someone and moved the knife. The blade was stabbed in the leg and was bleeding. When he passed by the master's clinic, the blade rolled up his trouser leg and walked straight into the clinic, asking for a stitch for him. That is, the blade was very young, and a large piece of skin had been cut through the leg with an iron hook. However, the blade is tenacious. He didn't cry or make a fuss.

The master was in the clinic at the time and gave him fifteen stitches. Unexpectedly, when sewing the needle, the blade actually laughed loudly while looking at the villain's book. At that time, the master felt that the blade was a martial arts wizard. At the very least, he has grown a body of flesh that is not afraid of pain. That time, after the blade had finished stitching. The master said, don't want money. Although the blade is young, his heart is quite high. But he said very stubbornly, how can you not give money after seeing a doctor, you must give money.

The master smiled and said, "Okay, then you can give me five yuan." The blade dug into his pocket and found that it was only three dollars. So, he took out a sharp knife from his bag and said to the master, "Otherwise, I will take this knife to you."

At that time, when the master turned around and saw his sharp knife, he immediately knelt on the ground with excitement. The master held the knife, hugged the small body of the blade, and wept bitterly. While crying, the master said loudly: "Jun'er, the master has finally found you......"

At that time, the blade was stupid and thought, is there something wrong with the master? His name is obviously called Song Tiandou, why does he have an extra name, called "Jun'er"? That's right, the original name of the blade should be Yan Junjiu.

At that time, when his father gave him this name, he hoped that he would be a person who "has no jokes and no words" in the future. And Song Tiandou is the name given to him by his uncle. Because his uncle has no children under his knees, he really wants Yan Junjiu to have his surname. When Yan Junjiu grew up and could remember, he only knew that his name was Song Tiandou.

Of course, the name "blade" was given to him by his brothers on the road when Yan Junjiu later went to the rivers and lakes. When the master was alive, the master was the only one who quietly called Yan Junjiu "Nine Masters".

Yan Junjiu began to learn kung fu from his master at the age of seven. Since he was seven years old, the master began to call Yan Junjiu "Ninth Master" in private. Until one day, the master was gone. In this world, no one knows that the blade should actually be called Yan Junjiu, and it should be called "Nine Masters".

Every time he thought of his master, Yan Junjiu couldn't help but find a quiet place and cry bitterly.

Every time he thinks of his master's death, the Ninth Master hates all the people who drive taxis in the world.

The master was killed by two taxis when he was on a medical trip one night. Two taxis, one in front of the other and one behind, sandwiched the master in the middle. When the master died, even his eyes were wide open.

However, what made Jiu Ye feel inexplicable was that the drivers of the two taxis had been on the run. The traffic police and the criminal police wasted a lot of effort, and finally found out that the two taxis turned out to be black cars. In other words, someone deliberately used the Jetta's car, sprayed it like a taxi, and made it into a black car.

Then, they used the black car to hit and kill the master of the Ninth Master. After the master died, no one called Yan Junjiu "Nine Masters" anymore. Since then, on the rivers and lakes, there is no such person as "Nine Masters" and Yan Junjiu. Some are just the blade brothers who "three knives a day, and the knife is successful".

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In the middle of the street of the Flea King, a dozen or so subordinates of Brother Blade completely controlled the situation. Pipiru and Yao Xiaoming are eating the "meat buns" of Brother Blade's brothers. Within a few punches, the faces of the two people were spent, and their noses were covered in bloodbleeds. Yao Xiaoming sprinkled the ashes into the mouth of the third child, so he was even more unlucky. Even the crotch made the third child kick twice.

"Damn, you beat me up? Lao Tzu kicks your dick. After kicking twice, the third child also took a bite of Yao Xiaoming.

"Alright, you guys, don't make too much noise. Let's take those two brothers away first. Let's see if they're okay. If there is something, let's see how to judge. Seeing that his brothers were starting to be ruthless, Blade hurriedly stopped them in time. The main profession of the blade is to do "handiwork". Taking people's lives is not what he wants.

"If you want to do it, hurry up, don't mother-in-law. Now it's windy, you're holding me like this, I feel cold in the back of my neck. Oh, by the way, my back is still a little itchy, can you let me scratch it......" Fang Tianbao's neck was pressed against the blade brother with a ton of razors, and he wanted to tickle it.

"If your back is itchy, you scratch it. Wait a while, a strip will be opened through the neck, anyway, you can sew him back by yourself......" Seeing Brother Blade say this with a gloomy face, Fang Tianbao stopped making trouble. However, to be honest, letting a quick knife hand hold his neck like this, Fang Tianbao really didn't have any ruts.

"Hey...... Hey...... Knife...... Blade, you help me scratch him......" Unexpectedly, at this time, the three blind men actually woke up. His voice was deep, as if he had come from hell. Damn, this is a real. The three blind man's faces were covered in blood, and his face had been deformed by Fang Tianbao. His nose was crooked, his lips were cracked, his front teeth were gone, and he even spoke with his head crooked.

"Blade, I really didn't expect that you would still work for people like the three blind people, and I thought I was wrong about you before Tianbao."

"How do you know that my blade is for the three blind men? Tell you, I hate this garbage ...... as much as you do" When the blade said "garbage", he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the head of the three blind men.

Fang Tianbao saw that he didn't want to see the three blind men, so he couldn't help it, and then carefully looked at the blade brother in front of him. The blade is the same age as himself. It's just that the experience of the years has made him a little more old. The blade is quite tall, estimated to be about one meter seven or eight. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a long and handsome face. It looks pretty good. At first glance, it looks a bit like actor Hu Bing.

It's just that the blade kid has been mixed with those chickens and dog thieves for many years, and has developed the habit of not shaving or washing his face. At first glance, he looks like a soldier who has fallen into the grass.

"Since you are not on the same path as the three blind men. Why, yesterday, at the gate of the acquisition station of the three blind men, I saw you driving in. Oh, by the way, the cow ghost should be your brother, right......? ”

"Yes, I drove to find the three blind men yesterday, and it was for the sake of the cow ghosts. The cow ghost broke the rules set by my blade, and I was about to reconcile with his three blind men. ”

"Broken your rules? Do you have any rules for what you do, ......? Fang Tianbao sneered.

"Jokes, of course there are rules. Besides, you've broken the rules of my blade. As he spoke, the blade took away the razor in his hand. Fang Tianbao felt a hint of the coolness of the blade.

"Oh, tell me, how my brother Bao has broken your family rules."

"No matter how foolish the cow ghost is, that's also my person. You Fang Tianbao ate the dog of the three blind people, of course, you can not ask who the owner of the dog is. However, if you want to hit my dog, you must get my consent......" As soon as the blade said this, Fang Tianbao understood. It turned out that the blade came today only because he broke his rules. He came with three blind men, but not in a group.

"You have your rules, and our Tianbao also has my rules."

"Talk while you can still talk...... Blade said, calmly pulling a cigarette and a lighter out of his pocket with his left hand. Holding a knife in his right hand, lighting a cigarette with his left hand, he smoked with a razor blade.

Fang Tianbao knew the power of the blade. So, even the moment when the blade's left hand lit a cigarette, he didn't think about struggling. Tricks between masters, that's it. On the surface, it seems that the other party has relaxed their vigilance against you. In fact, at that moment, his attention was the most concentrated. At that moment, it is also the time when you are most likely to misjudge. As long as one is not careful, when you want to escape, the other party will click directly on you.

"Why don't you speak? I would like to hear it, what are your Fang Tianbao's rules? ”

"Can you get one for my brother too?"

"Okay, anyway, today, I want to give you one last ride. You want to smoke a cigarette, not too much. When the blade said this, everyone present was taken aback. Could it be that Brother Blade is really going to open today? The blade calmly ordered a Zhongnanhai for Fang Tianbao.

"This kind of fragrance is a little unaccustomed to smoking...... Fang Tianbao said honestly. Usually, he rarely smokes Zhongnanhai. He is a layman, and he loves to smoke soft China.

"That's it. The last cigarette, it doesn't matter what you smoke, it's just a breath. Tell me about your rules. ”

"My rule, that is, whoever touches my woman, I will never let him go......" Fang Tianbao glanced at Lin Xiaolu when he said "my woman".

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