Chapter 6 Moral Education, Killing is Wrong

"You guys?" Wang Dahan's face suddenly turned a little pale.

"Don't kneel down and admit your mistake to Brother Zhao." The man brandished the stick and said fiercely.

The other also pressed up fiercely, taking the bullying of the soft and the hard to the extreme.

And Butcher Zhao pretended to take a sip of wine, and said coldly: "Wang Hanzi, who chewed the root of the tongue, give Lao Tzu an honest explanation, otherwise don't blame grandpa for letting you bleed, and your Nizi, it should taste very good." “

"You, brute, still want to harm my daughter?" The last sentence poked Wang Dahan's sore spot, and he suddenly burst into anger, his eyes brought out a strange scarlet, and he rushed forward directly.

The sudden outburst stunned the two approaching thugs.

They were pretending to be mostly pretentious, and they usually stole chickens and dogs, bullying the good, at this time, they couldn't help but be stunned, and took the opportunity, Wang Dahan had already passed through them and came to Butcher Zhao.

"Look for death!" Zhao Butcher, who had seen blood, was different, and the sharp knife in his hand swung directly forward.

Seeing the cold light of the blade, Wang Dahan couldn't help but panic, but when he thought of his daughter, his eyes turned even redder.

The blood gushed up and drank violently, and Fu Lin's heart was so general that he slapped it out with one palm.

This palm seems to have some kind of regularity, and it actually avoided Butcher Zhao's knife!

Rumble!

Butcher Zhao flew out directly upside down and hit the table behind him.

His face was shocked and incredulous, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

The blood that spurted out was still with fragments of internal organs, and then his head was tilted and hung up.

Syllable!

Wooden sticks dropped.

"A good man spares his life!"

"We had some drink! Those who don't know are not guilty, so you can let us go like a fart. ”

The two people in the back reacted quickly, knelt down directly and kowtowed, and the knock was a bump, which woke up Wang Dahan, who was shocked.

Looking at Butcher Zhao, who was breathless on the ground, a blood-colored handprint on his chest was still oozing blood.

"This, this is what I did?" Wang Dahan took several steps back in a row, and the memories that emerged after slapping a palm just now were still in his mind.

Bloody sandpalm?

At this moment, Wang Dahan knew that he was completely different.

Later life will be different.

When he was a child, he also dreamed of apprenticeship, learned immortal martial arts, and then became a hero.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the panic and faint excitement in his heart, glanced at it, and was about to start, but he thought of Engong's advice.

"Oops! Killed yourself? ”

"None of them are good!"

"Carry this with me." Suppressing the urge in his heart to kill them all, Wang Dahan tried his best to make his voice sound colder.

Soon, Wang Dahan walked forward in accordance with the posture of the hero in his memory, followed by two second-rate people who trembled and carried the corpse.

The two of them wanted to cry without tears, so they knew that there were still such masters hidden in the village.

Soon, it came to this field that was not rising well.

"Fortunately, I didn't lose my life!" Wang Dahan didn't listen to the old man's speech when he was a child, and immediately learned to hug the hero at this time.

The corpse fell in the field!

It looked like he was asleep, but the bright red palm print on his chest was still so shocking.

At this time, blood is still oozing.

"Damn, dead?" The knife was stunned.

"Can I curse?"

"What a little bit of experience I have!"

Of course, this is just the psychological activity of the knife, and the image of the master still needs to be taken care of.

"Engong, these two people are stealing chickens and dogs in the village, and there have been orphaned old people who have been stolen from food, etc., and they are angry to death, and they can't live enough." A trace of blood flashed in Wang Dahan's eyes, and he said coldly.

"The hero spares his life, the hero spares his life." The two were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

This is a world where martial artists are rampant, and these two little gangsters who know that martial artists are powerful have no idea of escaping at all.

"Wang Dahan, you disappointed me." The sound of the knife's sigh sounded.

Wang Dahan was stunned for a moment, his face changed, and he knelt down directly, but his face was obviously puzzled and dazed.

"You're too ruthless, even if you want to kill, you have to be sure of your evil deeds here."

"Of course, that's not the point! The point is, you've disappointed me. ”

Wang Dahan kowtowed fiercely.

"How does the Blood Sandshand feel?"

Xiaodao's words made Wang Dahan tremble, and he suddenly understood that this inexplicable martial arts came from Engong.

There was a deep gratitude in his eyes, but he was still puzzled.

"You are a good person, with this opportunity, if you can control your heart, you will be a hero in the future, did you have bloodthirsty thoughts at that time? This is both an opportunity and a test......! ”

The knife suddenly poured chicken soup for the soul, and insisted that the side effects were the test of this opportunity.

After understanding, Wang Dahan's expression was resolute, and he repeatedly kowtowed to promise that he would restrain his bloodlust in his heart in the future, no longer thirsty for killing, and would definitely pass the test.

"If you have the opportunity to find something like Buddhist scriptures that can calm your mind, this is your test, and I shouldn't have said more." Another sentence attracted a grateful bow.

"You two come forward!"

always felt that there was a greedy gaze looking at him, and the two little gangsters were very uneasy, but when they heard the words of this mysterious hero, they were somewhat relieved.

It's good not to be murderous.

The two of them slowly stepped on the field with unease, flattery, and a promise to change evil and follow good.

Then a little bit of golden light appeared.

"It's a test! It's up to you whether you can pass or not. The sound of the knife sounded again.

With a strange fragrance, the two of them subconsciously took a deep breath, feeling a little more relaxed all over their bodies.

Immediately, the golden point of light split into two and landed on the two of them.

The two of them were still looking ahead and sniffing the scent.

But Wang Dahan had a frightened expression on his face.

Because these two are eerily melting.

They seemed to be unaware of it, and they continued to move forward.

Walking, walking, in just a few seconds, it turned into a puddle of liquid and seeped into the ground.

That's the skill, the horror of the soul melting.

Ignorance turns into liquid, which adds two points of experience to the knife.

Wang Dahan was in a cold sweat, his body trembled slightly, it was so weird, he felt deep fear for the first time.

But he still warned himself that this was a test for Engong, and the two of them were too evil to pass the test.

Yes, that's right.

"This is the way of the devil!" Xiaodao sighed, but said on his lips: "This is the punishment of the wicked, if you don't do evil and don't kill in vain, naturally don't worry!" ”

Wang Dahan kowtowed again and again, although he was not smart, but he also understood that he must not kill in the future?

What is a fatal killing? I don't really understand, it seems that killing this wicked butcher Zhao is, this is a bad guy?

Then it's better not to kill in the future, why won't you kill if you don't kill it?

Xiao Dao was satisfied with Wang Dahan's reaction, and told him a few words to let him leave.

A slap, a red date!

As a farmer, Wang Dahan didn't understand this, but at this time there was a deep gratitude in his eyes, because he had ten taels of silver in his hand and the advice of his benefactor.

To practice martial arts, you must eat well.

The strange primary selection technique came to mind, the Blood Sand Palm.

"Little Flower!" Asking his daughter to buy some meat or something, he began to practice according to his memory.

If the Iron Palm Mangniu Wang Lu is alive, he will definitely be able to recognize it, isn't this his own Iron Sand Palm? The same practice, how can this one have a strange sense of blood.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Looking at the corpse of Zhao Butcher on the ground, Xiao Dao was still heartbroken for his little experience.