"Xing Lao, this is the end of deception, you must not learn from your brother."

As the enlightenment teacher of the two brothers, this down-and-out boy invited by the Zhou family instructed his disciple with a kind face.

He truly loves his apprentices, but he will not miss any opportunity to educate them.

Zhou Zhushou hurriedly bowed and saluted, "Yes." Mr! I will never do such a stupid thing like my brother in the future! ”

In the house, the screams and screams were endless.

Outside the house, the teacher is kind and filial, and he is happy.

Brother Xun is one step closer to becoming Master Lu.

……

In the ancestral hall, the candlelight is faint.

Meng Ke held a broom in his hand, wrapped in a quilt, and curled up in the corner on the left hand side of the door.

A pair of dark eyes looked curiously at the surrounding furnishings, and the wings of his nose shrugged, as if he smelled the smell of incense and candles.

There were too many people during the day, and he didn't dare to move in front of Master Zhou.

Now that there is no one, he can finally take a good look.

All kinds of sacrificial vessels shimmer in a blurry light under the reflection of candles.

The precipitation of history and cultural heritage make them exude a simple and heavy taste.

If you put it in a hundred years, these things are all expensive antiques, even worth hundreds of millions, but today, they can only be regarded as middle and upper.

Time turns, the night is getting thicker, and the cold is coming.

Meng Ke couldn't help but shrink his body, retracted his head into the quilt, and buried the whole person in the dark.

At this time, a quiet sound of snow stepping came from outside the door.

He was shocked, and quickly raised his head and looked at the door vigilantly.

Squeak.

The door opened.

A cold wind poured in, and the candlelight flickered and shook, and then suddenly

Extinguish.

In the darkness, Meng Ke only saw a tall and thin sneaky figure sneaking through the crack in the door, took a cursory look around, and then went straight to the offering table.

His heart was pounding.

When the two were recently, they were only about three meters apart.

He could clearly hear the rhythm of the other man's rapid breathing and heartbeat.

I don't know if it's because I'm in the blind corner of the other party's field of vision, or because the dusty cotton is blocked, the other party doesn't notice him, and just cares about quickly approaching the table, preparing to steal the sacrificial vessel on it.

Meng Ke's eyes didn't blink, staring at the black shadow.

It's impossible to say you're not afraid.

Whether in his past life or in this life, he was a good law-abiding citizen who lacked experience in fighting people.

Can...... Isn't that what experience is accumulated at this time?

He licked his dry lips, his eyes showed a touch of excitement and excitement, and quietly lifted the quilt on his body, revealing his sturdy body wrapped in a jacket underneath.

The original Runtu followed his father to plough the fields and watch the melons fight, so he was much stronger than ordinary boys, not to mention that Meng Ke occupied this body and boiled his body every day, and he could basically eat a meal of meat every day.

In contrast, the tall, thin thief who knew nothing in front of him became a vulnerable group.

Meng Ke, who was as strong as a calf, stood up quietly, held the broom tightly in his hand, and moved his body forward a few points.

He is ready for battle, sneak attack + preemptive, these are his specialties.

Those who died tragically under the steel fork said: This is very, and if you die, you have to take it out as a case......

The other party was approaching the table quickly, and it seemed that he had already received the sacrifice, but he did not notice the danger behind him.

Meng Ke held his breath, his eyes locked on the other party's back.

Just when the thief was still two steps away from the table, Meng Ke finally seized the opportunity.

"Bold thief! Dare to steal the ancestral hall sacrificial vessels! ”

He burst into a loud cry, thunder in the middle of the night, sprang up, grabbed his broomstick and smashed it down on the thief's head.

The effect of taking the lead is obvious, Meng Ke shouted like this, the other party was really shocked, his body shook, and he subconsciously turned around.

And Meng Ke seized this opportunity, quickly bullied up, brandished a broom stick and smashed down.

"Bang dang!"

The broom stick hit the eyebrow of the door and struck the opponent's front door, smashing the opponent's dizziness.

"Ahh

The thief howled miserably, obviously not expecting such a change.

He only felt a sharp pain coming, and as soon as his eyes broke, he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

And Meng Ke was willing to let the other party escape, and immediately bullied himself, and the broom stick in his hand continued to attack mercilessly, constantly beckoning towards the thief's vital point.

Overhead, face, crotch......

All of a sudden, the sticks rained down, and the sound of hitting the skin accompanied by the thieves' cries of pain came out of the ancestral hall.

There is no order, like a mad demon, and the power is not weak.

The thief didn't expect that he didn't notice it for a while, and he didn't even notice that there was such a monster hidden in the ancestral hall, so he immediately panicked and became more and more embarrassed to dodge.

He thought that with his speed and light skills, it would be difficult for the other party to catch up with him, but who would have thought that the other party would be able to catch up with him, and he kept chasing.

But come to think of it, no matter how flexible a person is, can he be more flexible than a small Ru?

Meng Ke could even predict Ru's movements, let alone this thief.

If it was an ordinary thief, he might have begged for mercy at this moment.

But this man is unusual.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly took Meng Ke's blow with his face, and at the same time stretched out his hand, grabbed the broom in Meng Ke's hand, pulled it over, and shook it hard.

Meng Ke suddenly felt a blur in front of him, and in the next second, he felt himself soaring into the air.

The tall and thin thief threw away the broom in his hand, pulled out a dagger from the belt behind him, and quickly stabbed at Meng Ke, who was still in the air.

The cold light suddenly rose, and the moonlight poured in through the window paper.

"Puff~"

Steel pierced into the flesh, and a splash of bright red blood spurted out, staining the quaint green bricks red.

The eyes of the tall and thin thief shrank suddenly.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the steel fork stuck in his chest.

A ...... The steel fork that appeared in Meng Ke's hand out of thin air.

"Uh...... You ......"

The tall, thin thief opened his mouth and stammered, and strings of foaming blood spat out of his throat.

He looked down at his chest.

The steel spikes pierced through his chest and pierced deep into it, making his body tremble constantly, but he couldn't pull it out, and for a while, blood continued to flow out.

Black art! Black art!

He looked at Meng Ke in horror, and the word popped up in his mind.

Of course, this is also the last ray of consciousness.

He slowly closed his eyes, his eyelids slowly drooping.

Meng Ke lay on the ground, looking at the scene in front of him, gasping violently.

He felt that the life-and-death struggle just now was too exciting, and his blood was about to boil.

There is nothing wrong with it at all.

Next, it's time to retract the steel fork.

Meng Ke held one end of the steel fork and silently retracted it, and the steel fork instantly returned to the system.

Losing the blockage, the thief's wound immediately gushed blood, dousing Meng Ke on the opposite side.