Lao Qian recalled the time when he was in high spirits during the banquet.

The three men suddenly scattered those warblers and swallows, took out two hundred taels of silver tickets and this small flag, and wanted him to help with a small matter quite sincerely.

It is said that there is a kid named Zong Xian in the night patrol team, who has provoked their Sanshui Gang, and in a few days they will send a master to retaliate in the Yan'er Zhai area, hoping that he will arrange a gap at that time, so as not to interfere with the rest of the night patrol.

At that time, he hesitated for a moment, for fear that he would be embarrassed by this matter.

And the three of them saw that he did not readily agree, and one of them was a young-looking man dressed as a scholar with his hair over his shoulders, pinching a peanut with two fingers, and just snapping his fingers to shatter the wine glass on the old money table.

The mellow wine poured on him, and such a method forced Lao Qian to agree immediately.

If he doesn't agree, I'm afraid he'll be in trouble right away.

If you agree, you can not only get two hundred taels of silver, but also drink a meal of flower wine comfortably, you must know that although this spring flower building cannot be compared with the inner city, it is also second to none in the outer city.

The girls in the workshop are all beautiful and enchanting, and they have great experience in how to make men comfortable.

The left sound of "uncle~", and the right sound of "don't~" made Qian Youcai's bones soft.

On weekdays, he can't afford to play this kind of field, and sometimes when he is suffocated, he can only go to the walled area outside the city to spend a few dollars and break silver, and solve it casually on the belly of those rough skinned poor girls.

Therefore, for the requirements of those three people, how to choose, it is naturally self-evident.

Lao Qian accepted the silver and agreed to send someone to inform him in advance when the time came, with the small flag of "Sanshui" as a token.

At the same time, the other three also assured him that things would be done neatly and neatly, and they would definitely not let him get into too much trouble, after all, it was not a peaceful place outside the city, and if there was some accident, the head catcher in the inner city should not embarrass him...

In such a situation, Qian Youcai can only nod yes when his brain is hot.

But looking back now, it always makes him feel uneasy in his heart.

He hid the small flag and the silver ticket, and could only sigh silently.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided."

"That Zong Xian... What's the trouble? ”

"If I'm not mistaken, he seems to be a disciple sent by the Yueshan Changquan Martial Arts Gym."

"I heard that the owner of the Yueshan Long Fist is a ruthless person who can pick four martial artists..."

At the moment, Qian Youcai's thoughts were chaotic, both scared and a little worried.

It's just that the flower wine has been drunk, and the silver ticket and the small flag have also been taken, so he can only go all the way to the dark, otherwise those three guys will not let him go!

……

Early the next morning.

Zong Xian got up on time and began to practice with Master Qi.

After only half an hour of practice, the master and apprentice came to the cowhide wooden stake.

I saw Zong Xian holding a broken porcelain bowl in his hand, which was full of gravel.

Qi Zhishang stood beside him, took out a stone the size of his thumb knuckle, sandwiched it between his index finger and middle finger, and explained in a calm tone.

"Two days ago, the division told you that this so-called 'hidden weapon' is a weapon that is convenient for surprise attacks in secret."

"You have also learned a few basic throwing hands, and today as a teacher, I will tell you about the classification of this hidden weapon."

"Hidden weapons are small in size and light in weight, so they can be easily hidden, so that they can be used and sent at any time, and hidden weapons are often fast and concealed, which can have a surprising effect."

"From the way of issuing hidden weapons, it can be roughly divided into four categories: hand throwing, rope throwing, machine shooting, and medicine spraying!"

"Each category is divided into sub-categories."

"The most common is the hand-thrown hidden weapon, and there are all kinds of types."

"From gravel, rubble, and thorny branches, to flying thorns, flying swords, and flying forks."

"How to choose a hidden weapon, you can come according to your own needs."

"But no matter which secret weapon you choose, the essential kung fu is still in your hands!"

"You need to be able to concentrate on one point, which requires a lot of control of your own strength!"

Speaking of this, Qi Zhishang's right hand flickered, and he didn't see how he moved, and the gravel flew out!

"Bang!"

"Bang..."

Zong Xian didn't even see the trajectory of the flying stones, and only heard two or three sounds.

Ten feet away, a cowhide wooden stake trembled suddenly.

Qi Shi put his hands behind his back, raised his chin with a smile, and motioned for him to step forward and take a look.

Seeing this, he walked quickly to the wooden stake, and was shocked to find that a hole the size of an egg had been broken in the thick cowhide mat.

When I went around to the back, I found that the wooden stake had been pierced.

The stone was embedded in another wooden stake seven or eight paces away from the back.

Such a strong power made Zong Xian's heart amazed.

I'm afraid that this kind of penetrating power has already surpassed the small-caliber pistols of the previous life!

And what Qi Shi threw was just a mediocre pebble!

If you throw money darts and thistles, wouldn't the power be comparable to cannonballs?

Zong Xian walked back to his place and bowed to Master Qi to express his respect.

He held the bowl in one hand, and the other hand grabbed the stone and threw it continuously, determined to practice the kung fu of throwing hidden weapons!

Seeing that Zong Xian was quite interested in the secret weapon, Qi Zhishang couldn't help but laugh.

"Ah Xian!"

"This secret weapon is just a trail after all."

"After the martial artist enters the strength, he only needs to attach some strength to the hidden weapon, and the power and range can be increased several times!"

"But practicing hand-throwing can improve your control of power."

"Especially for those of us who practice boxing, if we can achieve the point of boxing at will, we will take advantage of it in actual combat!"

Qi Shi nodded and secretly warned him not to sacrifice his roots.

The hidden weapon only needs to be rough, the so-called iron still needs its own hardness, and what he has to do now is to forge his body well, and warm and strengthen the qi and blood in the body, so as to lay a good foundation for future refining.

Zong Xian nodded in response, and he also counted it in his heart.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

This day, the Sect stopped cultivating early, returned to the room, washed up, and changed into a set of new clothes that he bought before entering the museum.

only to find that the clothes that were just right are now a little shorter.

Fortunately, the short ones are not too much, and they can be worn against them.

The age of fourteen or fifteen years old is originally the time to grow up, plus the daily exercise of martial arts during this time, and the nutrition has kept up, it would be strange if he didn't grow up!

After simply dressing properly, Zong Xian took out a money bag from under the bed and put it in the hidden pocket in his arms.

He and Jin Zhuyue met in the square near the martial arts hall.

At this time, Master Qi had already gone out, so Zong Xian said hello to Sister Yan'er, and then left the martial arts hall quickly.

When he came to the square, Jin Zhuyue had already been waiting for a long time.

Zong Xian smelled the fragrance of flower dew before he got closer, and then he noticed that today's Jin Zhuyue was actually wearing a ponytail and a cyan long-sleeved robe, which was a little less sassy and heroic, but more of a little daughter's casual posture.

At this time, she was standing at the edge of a stall, staring intently at a bamboo windmill that rotated in the wind.

It seems that no matter what world you are in, it is an eternal truth for women to go shopping and dress up!