Chapter 9: Unbearable Killing the Murderer Quietly and Quietly Entering the Hall

Zhao Fengjie's eyes were on fire, and he secretly thought in his heart: "I can't touch Zhao Fengwu on the surface, I will secretly find an opportunity to kill him." At this time, Zhao Fengping cried out with a "wow", and was still cursing in his mouth: "Zhao Fengwu, you are not a human, you have a kind of beating me to death, you are a hooligan, you must not die well!" When Zhao Li heard this, he hurriedly covered Zhao Fengjie's mouth and said: "Alas, Ping'er, don't scold him, otherwise it will be a catastrophe!"

Poor man, he doesn't even have the power to say a word.

Zhao Fengjie was silent, still like in the past, running, reading, practicing, feeding pigs, twentieth month, Zhao Jirong sold three big fat pigs, paid off the debt, and had a little surplus, Zhao Jirong did some New Year's goods, played five catties of soju, and returned home happily, the family saw so many things, they were all elated, Zhao Fengjie's pigs were sold, he was more idle, he often squatted in the grove at the entrance of the village, looking forward to Zhao Fengwu going out of the village alone.

On the 24th day of the lunar month, Zhao Fengwu had lunch and went to Xiaohuang Mountain for a walk. Seeing Zhao Fengjie striding straight towards him, he was surprised, and after a while, Zhao Fengjie rushed to the front and stopped, Zhao Fengwu's family had long stopped talking to Zhao Fengjie's family, and today he suddenly saw Zhao Fengjie stop in front of him, and scolded: "Little boy, you want to die!" Zhao Fengwu is three years older than Zhao Fengjie, fifteen years old this year, tall and long-armed, and follows his brother Zhao Fengxin to practice martial arts, the whole body is muscular, the physique is strong, and he looks like a strong man, and Zhao Fengjie is only as tall as Zhao Fengwu's chin, and his body is thin, and he can't help but look weak.

Zhao Fengjie glared at him fiercely, secretly used Xuangong in the palm, made the Xuan-level high-grade martial arts, swept the air and subdued the devil's palm, and slashed Zhao Fengwu's head with one palm, Zhao Fengwu saw that Zhao Fengjie was silent, and shot directly at him, forming a cross slash with both hands, and fighting upwards, only listening to the "click" With a sound, both arms were broken, Zhao Fengjie's palm momentum did not stop, still slashing at Zhao Fengwu's head, Zhao Fengwu's head was split, and his body fell to the ground, Zhao Fengjie squatted beside Zhao Fengjie, stretched out his right hand, pressed Zhao Fengjie to his chest, and ran the magic devouring technique, frantically devouring Zhao Fengwu's vitality and life source, Zhao Fengwu was shocked: "Zhao Fengjie, what are you going to do." "I want you dead!" Zhao Fengwu as the source of life was sucked away, his hair quickly turned gray, and his sturdy body became more and more dry, until he was killed, Zhao Fengjie stopped devouring, only felt that his skills were deeper, Zhao Fengjie lifted Zhao Fengwu's body, found a remote place, split a deep pit with one palm, threw Zhao Fengwu's body into the pit, untied Zhao Fengwu's money bag, took out more than fifty taels of silver, and then put Zhao Fengwu's money bag into his body, Zhao Fengjie split a plan to leave the fire wind and cloud palm, burned Zhao Fengwu's body into ashes, filled it with soil, transplanted some lawns, found a branch, swept away the footprints on the ground, and retreated。

Zhao Fengjie returned home, read a book and had dinner, went to bed, did not wake up until three poles on the day, ate breakfast, and now wanted to cut pigweed, lifted the back basket, suddenly thought that the pig had been sold, and now there was nothing to do, and suddenly heard the noise outside the door, and heard the voice that Zhao Jichong's youngest son was missing, and everyone gloated, saying that God has eyes, and the wicked have evil retribution! After Zhao Fengjie's family heard the news, they also said that they were very happy, and at noon, Zhao Xiaorong specially took out the soju that he drank in the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the master drank a few times, and he did not work in the afternoon, and fell asleep.