"Whew-whew-"

"I'm tired!"

In the theater garden, Su Qing held his knees and kept panting, he only felt that his lungs were about to explode, his throat seemed to swallow a lump of ice ballast, inhaling a breath was extremely painful, and the snowflakes only drilled into his mouth.

"Are you alright?"

After a while, he asked Ma Wangye.

"What can I do?"

The man next to him was not as quick as him, and even his breath didn't seem to change.

Su Qing didn't believe it, he squinted his eyes, and waited for a breath of cold wind before he said: "I saw it, you just took a beating in the back, and you want to suffer to save face, saying that the old eunuch is quite powerful, he is seventy or eighty years old, and his hands and feet are as sharp as a monkey!" ”

Lord Ma paused, as if he had something on his mind.

"That old ghost practiced the Baguazhang of Yin Fujiao back then, and he also practiced fire! Hmph, it's a pity, but all these remnants of the old era, seeing blood droplets are like mice seeing cats, and the old ghost is so scared that he doesn't even have the heart to fight! ”

Seeing his gloomy expression, Su Qing said in a ghostly manner: "What's the matter, could it be that your enemy is Yin Fu?" Hasn't the old eunuch been dead for more than ten years? Could it be that you met someone from the Bagua Gate last time? ”

Ma Wangye suddenly glared at him, and looked fixedly at the young man's face that was red and blue from the cold, and he sighed heavily. "Boy, if you meet Yin Fu's descendants or fellow disciples in the future, it's best not to show the killing technique I taught you!"

"Don't mind, you make it clear, what do you mean not to show it?" Su Qing was stunned for a moment, suddenly changed his expression, and smiled coldly. "I'm greedy for life, but I'm not afraid of death, I practiced your kung fu, and I accepted your love tonight, just talk about things, I still keep these feelings in my heart!"

"What's more, the master and I are doing it right, and if I practice, I will practice, according to what you mean, I still have to sneak around, so wouldn't it be better not to practice? But I just practiced, not only did I practice, but I will also practice to the peak in the future! ”

Seeing Su Qing's spitting flying, Ma Wangye was not annoyed, just grinned and reached out to pat the snow above his head. "You kid, your tone is not small, go back and wait until you have practiced your kung fu, okay, it's been a long time since you came out, go back quickly!"

After speaking, he didn't care about Su Qing's reaction, and as soon as his feet moved, the person had already slipped into the snow.

Su Qing was left alone.

"Hey, it's hidden!"

Although he said this in his mouth, his expression was not as frivolous as before, looking at the direction where Ma Wang Ye disappeared, frowning. "Why does that sound a little wrong? I always feel that there is something hidden in this guy's heart? Do you want to find someone to take revenge again? ”

Su Qing's heart couldn't help but be overwhelmed, that is, he knew that he was a singer and knew that now on the rivers and lakes, the gossip door is very powerful, and when he walks on the street, the storyteller on the side of the road can mention a few words of "Chinese Martial Arts Association", and there is this gossip door on the head.

Since the beginning of the year, in the spring, there is a rise of the "North Boxing South Legend" theory, because of the establishment of the "Liangguang Guoshu Museum" in Guangzhou, a large number of northern boxers are going to the south, leaving a "five tigers down the Yangtze River" saying.

Calculating the time, it seems that Ma Wangye's injury was at the beginning of the year.

It's a pity that he has been practicing all the time, he can't go out, and he doesn't care about these things, but he didn't expect to be entangled with these people now.

He walked into the bedroom while thinking, and glanced at the senior brothers who were still sleeping inside, Su Qing did not go in, but hesitated, his eyes were cloudy, and turned around and walked to the backyard. When he caught a glimpse of the firewood house hidden in the heavy snow, he didn't say much, but when he came closer, he took out a red bun from his bosom and put it on the edge of the window.

"I brought something!"

As soon as the front foot was put down, the ghost-like face of the little leper was close to the mouth of the hole, and he didn't seem to see Su Qing, only the blood-stained steamed bun in his eyes, faintly glowing.

Like a hungry wolf, he quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and then, there was the sound of frantic chewing and swallowing, and the sound of sucking fingers.

Su Qing leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, lowered his eyelids, listened to the sound inside calmly, and didn't move, as if he was asleep.

"It's going to be okay - it's going to be okay - ahem-"

Muttering and swallowing, as well as a violent cough, weave together an unspeakable madness.

Will it be good? How could it be good, Su Qing also knew that it couldn't be good, but he did it anyway, why?

I don't know how long it took.

"Ahem......"

In the firewood room, the little leper's cough was still violent, as if he had been stabbed seven or eight times in the chest, pierced his heart, broke his lungs, coughed, and gasped sharply, his throat seemed to be stuck with thick phlegm, coughing more than before, coughing blood came out.

"Ah, why hasn't the coughing stopped—cough-cough—"

After a long time, the murmur of the little leper changed, and became hysterical, hopeless, and painful.

This human blood steamed bun, full of his last hope, is useless.

Can't live.

The little leper's voice began to weaken, as if all these days of depression, fatigue, sickness, pain, and torment all erupted at this moment, like a camel crushed by the last straw, and fell to the ground and became a muddy pool.

He looked up at the cave where the wind and snow were whistling, his throat rolled, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Xiaoqing! ”

Su Qing leaned against the wall and whispered through the window, "It's here!" ”

In the firewood room, the little leper who heard this voice was silent for a long time, and finally said weakly again: "I admit this life!" ”

After that, he wept bitterly.

"Woo-it's me sorry for you-it's all my fault-ahem-"

Su Qing didn't say anything, only said lightly: "Close your eyes and get a good night's sleep, you're too tired!" ”

Only in the howling and crying of the little leprosy, the boy strode away.

The next day, it will be dawn.

The whole capital is covered with snow, in the garden, a steward hurriedly walked towards the bedroom, his expression changed slightly, I don't know if he fell, his body was stained with a layer of snow, he pushed the door and said in the first sentence:

"Don't sleep, get up quickly, little leper, dead!"

His voice seemed to tremble.

The little leper froze to death.

On this cold day, whoever takes off their essence will not survive the night, and when the brothers put on their clothes and pass, they saw a short body that had taken off their face, naked, curled up at the base of the wall, all frozen and hard, and the body was covered with blue and purple patches, and the people who saw it shuddered.

Master Guan had already rushed over, his face was calm, and he didn't say anything, beckoned the two stewards, pulled the mattress, wrapped the corpse on the ground, and carried it out together.

The house was in a mess, the walls were covered with scratches, all blood marks, and feces and urine were all over the place, which was terrifying.

"Master, you go and buy a coffin, and all these things in the firewood room are burned!"

Master Guan commanded.

Then he looked at Su Qing, Xiaoshi, and Xiaodouzi, waved his hand, and said a little complicatedly: "The three of you go and send him on his last journey!" ”

Su Qing didn't say a word, just calmly looked at the corpse that was carried out, a gust of wind rose, and a face mask fell from the rolled up mattress, his eyelids trembled, he reached out and pinched the corners of his eyes, and then looked at the rolled corpse, actually smiled, and said warmly:

"Okay, I'll send you!"

On that snowstorm murderous night, Ma Wangye killed Zhang's father-in-law, and he killed the little leper.