Chu Li's master is called Chu Mo, a tea shop owner, for some reason he was disfigured, the whole left side of his face seems to have been fried in hot oil, he is extremely ugly, he was not yet sixty years old when he died, although it was not a young death, but it was also a pity. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Maybe it's because of the disfigurement, Chu Mo has never married a daughter-in-law in his life, and there is only one apprentice under his knees, which is Chu Li.

What can the owner of the tea shop teach as a master?

Teach everything except selling tea.

Reading and writing, dealing with people, martial arts, the art of war, and most importantly: stealing.

That's right, the tea shop is a cover, and Chu Mo's real identity is a snitch.

Chu Li's father's name is Sun Yi, he is a blacksmith, he is usually honest and quiet, he never takes the initiative to speak when no one asks, and sometimes he doesn't say anything even if someone asks.

In Chu Li's impression, his father is a strange person and a waste, he can't be civil and military, and he can't even use a kitchen knife as a blacksmith, because his skills are too poor, he will be notorious and have to change places if he can't mix in one place for a few years.

By the way, Chu Li at that time was not called Chu Li, but Sun Xian.

Chu Li also asked about his mother, and the answer he got was that he was dead. And what about relatives? My mother died, and my relatives died? Daddy stopped talking.

It's always like this, if you ask in a hurry, it's a beating.

A big man, no daughter-in-law, no relatives, no craftsmanship, no ability, only a child. As the only child, Chu Li had questioned his future more than once, even though he was only ten years old at that time.

Later, not long after, seven or eight black-clothed assassins suddenly broke into the house in the middle of the night, and when they entered the house, they could not be distinguished. It wasn't until that time that Chu Li knew that his father was not so useless, he could fight seven or eight assassins by himself, and he could still find time to throw himself out of the house.

"Running !!" In Chu Li's memory, this was the last word that his father said before his death.

In the dark alley, Chu Li ran like crazy, relying on his familiarity with the terrain in the city, Chu Li got into the yard of a large family from a dog hole. The family's surname is Cheng, it is said that the ancestor is an official, I don't know what the official is, anyway, it's not small, but then it seems that no one is an official, not only no one is an official, but the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren don't even have a person who goes out to make money, and the grandfather is addicted to gambling and his son is a prostitute, although the grandson is too young, he has not been infected with any excessive hobbies, but it is also a matter of time. With the solid family background saved by the ancestors as officials, the descendants of a large family have not been defeated for decades.

Squatting in the corner, Chu Li, who was at a loss, trembled with fright, and the word "run" shouted by his father hoarsely seemed to be echoing in his ears all the time. yes, run! Of course you have to run! But where to run? How long to run? How's Daddy? Although he doesn't usually like him at all, he is a father after all, and if he hasn't moved for so long, those assassins should have been killed by him, right?

Halfway through his thoughts, there was a stumbling sound of footsteps outside the wall, sounding like there were at least three or four people. It appears that someone was killed, but it doesn't appear to be all Assassins.

After that, a black shadow descended from the sky in front of Chu Li, also dressed in black from head to toe, but the dress was not quite the same as the man in black just now, at least the things in his hand were different. When the men broke into the house, they only had weapons in their hands, but this man was carrying a large package in his hand.

Before Chu Li could shout, he was stunned by this person's palm, and when he woke up, he found that it was already dawn, and he was lying on a tattered carriage.

From that day on, Chu Li began to call Chu Li. The person who drove the car was Chu Mo.

Since it is only an apprentice, why change the name of the apprentice?

Because Chu Mo was convinced that if his precious apprentice continued to call his previous name, the group of assassins would soon come to the door.

Hearing that Chu Li was just the son of a blacksmith, Chu Mo was also a little disappointed at first. According to Chu Mo's thoughts, if a ten-year-old child is fortunate enough to be hunted down by a large group of assassins, he is not the parent of a righteous man after Zhongliang, but he didn't expect it to be just a blacksmith's son, but since he has been saved, he will raise it, and his own career will be inherited, just like that, it is another ten years, and he is called father and son to the outside world, but he is actually a master and apprentice.

In the past ten years, Chu Li's life has been much more fulfilling than the first ten years, although he had to follow his master to learn those headache-inducing poems and songs of the Four Books and Five Classics, but he was also fortunate to learn martial arts. Chu Li likes martial arts, and since the night his father was killed, Chu Li has been thinking about a question: Since his father is so capable of fighting, why did he never teach himself martial arts? And as he grew older, Chu Li had more and more questions in his head, why did Dad, as an unpopular blacksmith, have such good martial arts? Who is he? And who am I? Is it really like the old pervert guessed, he is the queen of some incognito Zhongliang?

Old pervert?

In Chu Li's mind, his master is an out-and-out old pervert. Otherwise, it would not have been so disgraceful to die.

In the early ten years, Chu Mo died, and when he was breathing, he was only five days away from the end of the year.

There was no assassin, no accident, but he died of illness, the so-called disgrace refers to his illness, and even invited Langzhong to send Chu Li to the neighboring county to invite.

Before he died, Chu Mo left Chu Li a box. When Chu Li opened the box, Chu Mo seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, he didn't say anything.

After that, he rolled his eyes and died.

What can a tea seller leave behind?

Everything but tea.

First of all, there are several stacks of thick silver tickets, but they are all silver tickets in the capital, the ticket amount is large and small, as small as five or twenty taels, as large as hundreds of thousands, depending on the date is more than ten years ago, if you want to exchange it into cash, at least in the local area is impossible.

Chu Li was also shocked, it turned out that this old pervert was so rich, it was estimated that the big family that had been an official for three generations, even if the ancestral tomb could raise another big official, it would not be able to save so much. But then again, how could he have so many silver tickets in the capital? No wonder he is so taboo about the capital!

The capital, of course, is the capital where the emperor lives.

Chu Li has always looked forward to the capital.

Not only Chu Li, but also for those hillbillies who have never seen the world all over the country, the word Beijing is definitely a sacred and unattainable existence, in their minds, there are towering pavilions and pavilions everywhere, and the streets are full of stunning beauties who smile and fall into the city; In the restaurant there, the pulled by the chef is better than the food on his own table, and the life there is always drunk, dreaming, dying and singing every night.

In short, there is the foot of the Son of Heaven. What does the Son of Heaven mean? The Son of Heaven is the meaning of everything above.

Chu Li had asked his master to take him to the capital more than once, but just like when he asked his father about his mother's topic, Chu Mo was always secretive about the topic of the capital, and if he was in a hurry, he would be beaten up.

At this moment, seeing so many silver tickets in the capital, Chu Li also guessed that it was probably before he saved himself, the old pervert had done a big lawsuit in the capital, so he didn't dare to go back. But then again, now that the emperor has changed, the rumors of more than ten years ago should have passed, right?

Under the silver ticket, there is a short sword, only two feet long, the hilt of the sword is engraved with two plum blossom seal characters "iron sand", the edge of the blade is not like an ordinary object, this is something that money can't buy, so the treasure can appear in the master's relics, I don't know whether it is family heirloom or stolen.

At the bottom of the box, it is a thing that seems to be a carpentry drawing, and it is five or six feet square when it is fully unfolded, and it can be used as a sheet, and the dense drawings on the picture are very complicated, I don't know why this old pervert has this thing, it can be pressed at the bottom of the box, it must be more important than the silver ticket and the sword above, if this thing is made, what will it be?

Laying out the drawings in the middle of the house, Chu Li looked at it from all angles, and he couldn't see a clue, looking at the outline like a carriage, but is there such a complicated carriage in the world? Could it be something used in war? Who drew this picture? What is the purpose of the old pervert using such a thing to press the bottom of the box? After so many years and so much money, why not find a craftsman to make this thing?

Looking at the drawings laid on the ground, and then at the silver ticket in his hand, Chu Li sighed.

So, a seventy-year-old carpenter saw the drawing.

Guarding the drawings, the old carpenter burst into tears, and after crying for a while, he told Chu Li that this thing was not something that mortals could make, and although he was old, he looked very skilled, but unfortunately, he had not yet become an immortal.

"Old man, what do you think this thing would be if it were made?"

"Carriage!"

"Is the carriage so complicated?"

"It's not your average carriage!"

"How unusual?"

"I can live there!"

"And then?"

And then ...... Then ......" At this, the old carpenter began to cry again.

"Old man, why are you crying?"

"This picture, old and decayed...... I don't understand......"