As the saying goes, "the moon stick year knife, a lifetime of guns", it means that if you want to make a good big gun, you have to practice for a lifetime. Liu Zhiwei learned the big gun from his teacher when he was in college, and he didn't have time to practice after work, but he still only practiced the three-character formula of "stopping, taking, and piercing". After practicing for more than 20 years, it can be regarded as a solid foundation.

However, practicing martial arts is just a solid basic skill, which can only be said to be practicing kung fu and body, no, no one often "feeds" sparring, and you can't go into battle to fight. Liu Zhiwei has never practiced against anyone. But Li Buqi is a forbidden army family, and he has been exposed to it since he was a child and has never lacked training objects, so he has a lot of experience on the spot. In the past month, Liu Zhiwei has basically absorbed Li Buqi's memory and skills, and now it is Liu Zhiwei and Li Buqi's kung fu and Li Buqi's experience that form a perfect combination that gives Liu Zhiwei the courage to fight one against three.

When Liu Zhiwei was in college, he practiced Tai Chi and Xingyi Boxing, and paid attention to listening and rolling. As soon as the knife slashed into the bamboo, he withdrew slightly, causing the feeling that his opponent was missing, and at the same time, he used his elbow and wrist to make the bamboo pole roll. The dense bamboo knots clamped the Pu knife and rolled horizontally, and the man didn't expect a sudden horizontal force, and the Pu knife almost got out of his hand. He hurriedly held the Pu knife hard, but he was stumbled by this force, which is the magic of four or two thousand catties.

Before he could stand firmly, Li Buqi had already slid close to the man, and kicked on the side of the man's knee with a slight lift of his foot. This is where the joints are most vulnerable, and the knees snap with a click.

Li Buqi kicked away the Pu knife, stepped on the man's chest and asked, "Say!" Who sent you to kill me? ”

The man was also single, and he didn't cry out of pain when he hugged his knees, gritted his teeth and said, "It's Feng Xu's guy!" If he hadn't said that you had been beaten so hard that you couldn't walk, why would our brother have taken your way lightly? ”

Seeing the man glancing behind him with his eyes, he suddenly thrust the tip of the bamboo into the man's throat, then slid to the side and turned, and a simple knife passed by him with a heavy sound of breaking wind. He slammed his arm into a hammer with his belt, and slammed it on the man's neck, and the man fell to the ground and shook a few times before he was completely silent.

It turned out to be a man who was hit in the crotch. Thanks to Li Buqi's keen sense cultivated over the past ten years, Liu Zhiwei's punch definitely broke his neck.

There were three corpses lying in the square inch, and the smell of blood rushed to the nose. Liu Zhiwei never thought that he would kill people before crossing over, it turns out that killing people is what it feels like. Fortunately, Li Buqi was used to the smell of blood, so he didn't spit it out.

Offending Han Qi is not a joke, it is easy to be charged with a crime. Therefore, it is better to have more than one thing now, and it is absolutely impossible to report to the official. Hurriedly dragged the three corpses to the bushes by the river, where several large stones with hemp ropes had been piled up, apparently prepared for Li Buqi. But now he didn't need it anymore, so he tied stones to three corpses and pushed them down the river. Of course, before that, everything that could be used on the corpse was turned out.

The bloodstains were also covered with soil, and the traces were covered up before Li Buqi inspected the things found on the bodies of the three people. There are more than two dollars, and all of them are included in their empty baggage. There was still a lot of silver on the three of them, but the silver of the Great Song Dynasty could not be circulated, and only the official eunuchs could use it, so this was something that caused trouble, and it was thrown directly into the river.

Everything is done with caution, even the bamboo pole is washed away in the river water, and the blood stains are split into several pieces with a simple knife and the water flows away. He cut another sturdy branch with a simple knife and used it as a stick, and then threw away all the weapons and things with markings.

The Great Song Dynasty was really desolate, Li Buqi killed people, and no one appeared on the avenue during the process of cleaning up. Now Liu Zhiwei understands why there are so many path-cutting robberies in "Water Margin", and why Sun Erniang can kill so many people on the cross slope without being discovered. It's a good time to kill people and sell goods.

Looking at the traces of the fight that had been basically wiped out, Li Buqi picked up the burden with a stick and put it on his shoulders and strode to the inn in front of him. Just in case, he had to be able to prove that the inn was still walking there slowly, step by step, so that there was no delay on the way, and even if the government here found someone dead, it would not suspect him.

Seeing the wild shop in front of him from a distance, he put the burden on his back again, regained his limping appearance with a pole and stick, and slowly walked over and sat down in a very uncomfortable position to ask for some food. The shopkeeper asked him curiously why he looked like this, and he told him about himself, which caused the shopkeeper to sigh for a while, thinking that the store should remember him for a while.

There were no more pursuers along the way, so Li Buqi slowly moved to Jingzhao Mansion before he began to speed up his journey, and when he returned to Bianliang, it was already June.

Li didn't give up, no, it was Liu Zhiwei who almost cried - he finally saw a decent city, and the Jingzhao Mansion and Luoyang he saw before occupied a larger area, that is, the appearance of a small county town in later generations. I finally saw the dense crowds, and finally saw the rows of shops, which is a little popular.

There is a large group of people around Xinzheng Gate, it must be a lively look, so familiar. Before the crossing, Liu Zhiwei, who hated a lot of people the most, happily squeezed in just to find the feeling of squeezing oil in the crowd.

In the center of the circle was a stretcher on the ground, on which lay a man with his eyes slightly closed. Judging by his sallow face, dry lips, and flushed cheeks, the man had a fever. His lower body was covered with a sackcloth of no real color, and the wound on his leg could not be seen, but from there came a rancid smell that caused a swarm of flies to swirl there. Two children, a man and a woman, knelt beside the stretcher, constantly chasing away flies.

On the stretcher money was also kneeling a pale-faced woman with a piece of burlap in front of her. The linen cloth said that the person on the stretcher was Weizhou Catcher, and he was injured when he was arresting the robbers and had not been able to heal, so he went to Bianliang to seek medical treatment, and asked the passers-by who had medical skills to reach out to help. The words are silver hook iron paintings, which are very stylish, but a little ugly.

A new person came over and lifted the sackcloth, and Li Buqi also went over and stretched out his head to take a look, and saw that the wound was very long, deep, and very close to the abdomen, and it could not be amputated with the surgical techniques of this era. The wound was blackened, pus was still leaking, and the entire thigh was swollen. This should be caused by the wound being too big and unable to heal due to the infection for a long time, but this person has a good body foundation and has carried it until now.

Seeing such a wound, Liu Zhiwei made up his mind to get the medical alcohol out as soon as possible, and in case of injury in the future, it can be disinfected.

The little boy who was chasing flies was three or four years old, and when he saw that people were looking at the wounds, he looked up. The child's thin light was left with big eyes, and his eyes were full of hope. But as the man shook his head and sighed and covered the sackcloth back, the light in his big eyes dimmed immediately.

Alas, the heart is too soft to see children so pitiful. Liu Zhiwei squatted down and looked at the man's situation, fortunately, his heartbeat was still very strong, and it seemed that he could last a few days, but the days were numbered. If you look closely at the wound, the wound is too large, and moving the wound without anesthesia, without disinfection, and when the wounded are weak will only hasten the death of the wounded.

At this time, the little girl who looked seven or eight years old saw Liu Zhiwei looking so carefully, and asked hopefully: "Uncle, is my father still saved?" ”