On the morning of the seventh day of October.

Sun Zhutou: "Since he is proficient in knife techniques, boxing techniques and light skills, he must not be able to do leg skills, I will go up to learn leg techniques with him, and he should be able to catch them, everyone is at ease!"

After a stick of incense, Sun Zhu's head was defeated and his leg was broken!

Midday.

Li Zhutou: "Since he knows the knife technique, the fist technique, the light skill, and the leg technique, he will never know the palm technique, right?" I'll try. ”

After a stick of incense, Li Catch's head was defeated! The arm is broken, and the anger is really messy, like a lost dog!

Afternoon.

The young head catcher: "This is a problem, leg method, knife method, fist method, palm method, light skill, this kid is at least Hinayana entry, that can only be compared to the sword, my swordsmanship is unique, I still have some certainty!"

Young headhunters defeated! Three swords in the body! Lives hang by a thread!

On the morning of the eighth day of October.

The old head catcher: "Since he has fist skills, leg skills, and sword skills...... Forget it, I'm still not going, I'm not sure! ”

"How can Xing Zhutou be so timid, we have tried it all over again, it is impossible for him to meet again with your three-finger flick, what are you afraid of?"

"That's right! We must not raise the morale of the bandits and destroy the prestige of the government! We're optimistic about you! ”

"In that case, the old man will try it for him!"

After a stick of incense, the old man was defeated, his body was flicked with three fingers, three ribs were broken, and he vomited blood three liters and returned.

The autumn colors are thicker, and the mountain scenery all over the mountains adds a bit of loneliness, just like the mood of a group of head-catchers and catchers.

However, the mentality of the headhunters at this time is very balanced, and the shame of being defeated at the hands of a thief boy has disappeared a lot.

After all, it is really difficult to describe and communicate with each other!

The situation has developed to this point, and the idea of rescuing Miss Su has faded, and the idea of catching the head is irrepressibly placed on Xin Zhuo's body.

If I originally just thought that kid's knife skills were very godly, then now I feel a little demonic!

A sixteen-year-old boy, all kinds of exercises are refined, the key is that in addition to Chen Jing's boxing skills, the remaining five head-catching techniques, he will be able to enter the country with proficiency, and even make several headcatchers feel like they are fighting with themselves.

The difference is that the thief's heart is really mellow and domineering, otherwise it is not necessarily a simple competition who loses and who wins.

So, is this a coincidence, or what?

"This kid...... It can't be a youkai, right? Whatever I and we will, he will do, neither high nor low, just equal. ”

The young catcher was lying on the stretcher, and said with an extremely serious expression, and the words "equal" were bitten very hard. It seems that there is no other explanation except for the word "youkai".

"There is a problem with the origin of his martial arts!"

Yuan Mo'er held his chest with difficulty and coughed lightly, "It is impossible for the thief village to have so many martial arts books, and his age does not support him to learn them one by one, could it be that the old thief Xin Aotian personally taught it?" The old thief was obsessed with martial arts, so he loved to find someone to fight alone, and his ancestors fought with him, and it is said that Chen Zhutou's master also fought with him. ”

"That's not right! Although Xin Lao Thief loves to learn, he will not be able to repay the other with his own way, this is the specialty of the grandmasters of the Taiping Palace, and those who learn from him cannot teach him! ”

Chen Jing pressed his chest and said, "Old man Xin is actually from a very humble background, and his roots are average, Lord Xin in the city has traced the origin of the old thief Xin in detail, and found that he is from the capital, born as a slave, never married in his life, born in martial arts, and died in martial arts!" ”

"I haven't married in my life, where did Xin Zhuo come from?" The old man was surprised.

Chen Jing frowned slightly: "This Xin Zhuo's identity is strange, when he was three years old, Xin Lao Thief took him up the mountain, claiming to be his own grandson, but Xin Lao Thief was rude, fat as a bear, Xin Zhuo was born with a long body, handsome and pleasant."

But that's not the point, I have some suspicions, Xin Zhuo is a student of Mr. Dongfang! After all, he's also a reader! ”

The heads of the catchers couldn't help but look at each other, Mr. Dongfang is the master of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, and he is also the oldest master, no one has seen it, it is said that it is very mysterious and the realm is unfathomable.

The young head catcher nodded, and comforted himself: "If this is the case, it is easy to explain, Mr. Dongfang is a pedantic celestial, and the martial arts of our public head catcher are actually average, and people can understand it if they learn it."

Yuan Mo'er sneered: "How could Mr. Dongfang teach a thief student?"

"This ......"

The crowd was speechless, indeed, I heard the elders in the family say that the Autumn Palace Pavilion aims to level the world, if there are students who are thieves, what kind of world is it?

"That's right!"

Yuan Mo'er said: "Why did there be such a big commotion, and the Water Moon Nunnery Wuni and the Autumn Palace Pavilion never came forward?"

Chen Jing smiled bitterly: "I learned from a pilgrim a few days ago that the Autumn Palace Pavilion and the Water Moon Nunnery don't know why, Wu Ni and the students are fighting hotly, how can they have the leisure to manage the bandits?"

The group of catchers looked at each other again, and the scholars and nuns fought? If it is an officer, to whom?

"Everyone, head catchers!"

At this moment, a catcher hurriedly came to report: "Murong Gongzi and Mr. Learning, they are almost here!"

……

Fulong Village.

In the room, Xin Zhuo looked at the Mochizuki Well, as many as twelve priests, and a large list of exercises, and fell into deep thought.

In addition to the knife technique, fist technique and heart method, which is adapted and mutated by Mochizuki Well, and has a certain advantage over the enemy, the others are purely direct grabbing, which is very general, and it is too complicated, and the only advantage is that if you command the arm, you can use it at will.

These completely different moves can also be fused, but he feels that there is no need to worry, and it is still good to use it to fight with people, the kind of immortal people.

The realm is the most urgent thing!

At present, it has reached six out of seven into seven grades.

It's just one kick away!

However, it is said that there are only six of the highest catchers in the realm under the mountain, and they have all come up.

Next, is it to send the Nine Rank Realm ordinary catchers? One of the seventy-two into the second seven grades?

Or are those people on the note almost there?

If the next people are unwilling to obediently submit and propose other ways to rescue Su Miaojin, will they still hold on to the hob meat?

At this moment, there was a faint sound of musical instruments playing outside.

Xin Zhuo got up and opened the door, and Huang Dagui, who was waiting outside, carried a Pu knife, one-eyed Cheng Liang, and came up with a flattering face:

"What do you command?"

In the past few days, the loyalty of the thieves to the big boss has changed from quantitative to qualitative, which has nothing to do with the identity of the big boss, purely the worship of the master.

Xin Zhuo looked at the place where the instrument sounded: "Who is playing?"

Huang Dagui grinned: "Mrs. Zhai!" Just finished washing clothes and brushing the dishes and chopsticks, I have to play pipa, and Qi Niang accompanies her. ”

Xin Zhuo nodded, looking for the sound of the lute.

There is a vacant land in the west of the village, there are a lot of dwarf pines, six or seven soil bags between the pine forests, the soil is new, there is a pavilion on the side, it is said to be a pavilion, in fact, it is built by thatch, tree trunks, a bit similar to a melon hermitage.

Han Qiniang was kneeling on a large grave, burning hand-cut paper money.

It was the grave of my grandfather, Xin Aotian.

Su Miaojin sat in the pavilion on the side and played the pipa, with a soft figure and a delicate hand......

It's just that Xin Zhuo feels that this kind of grave playing the piano is somewhat out of place and embarrassing.

He went to the grave and burned a few pieces of paper before asking, "Does she know that this is a cemetery?"

"I don't know if she knows." Han Qiniang thought for a while, "I may not know, where have the daughters of rich families seen graves?" ”

Reasonable.

Xin Zhuo looked at the grave for a while, and didn't know that his grandfather's fierce life was ended in such a hurry, was he willing?

Walking into the pavilion, sitting on the side, looking at the misty abyss next to it, and listening to the beautiful woman's flowing music, it has a unique flavor.

Su Miaojin glanced at him, her face was very complicated, her desire to survive had disappeared little by little with the defeat of the six head hunters.

She never thought that she would be robbed once, and she would meet a demonic boy who couldn't deal with the six major head hunters.

With a thought in my heart, I couldn't help but slow down when I played in my hand.

Xin Zhuo was surprised: "Why don't you continue to play?"

To play or not to play? Listen to him?

Su Miaojin didn't want to look at him, held the pipa and half-covered his face, was silent for a while, and simply continued to play.

Playing to myself, I was sad in my heart.

How did Xin Zhuo look at her stunned at first, and then feel relieved, put his hands on the pillow, and sang in a bored shallow voice:

"Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn.

……

After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.

……

Gently twist and slowly wipe and pick up, at the beginning of the neon dress after six years.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Such as whispering~

Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

Falling jade plate~

……”

Han Qiniang, who burned paper, turned her head in surprise, the big boss was crazy, why did he sing?

Su Miaojin looked at Xin Zhuo in a daze, the whole person was stupid, this is a wonderful poem, the battle is neat, even, it can be called a swan song.

She had never heard of it.

Still holding the pipa and half-covering his face, are you talking about me?

The big strings were as noisy as a torrential rain...... The small strings are cut like whispers...... Noisy and noisy...... Big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate......

With only these few sentences, there is no pipa poem in the world.

The key is that the tune he sings is unique, although it is a little weird, but it is elegant and good.

This thief is very literate, but ...... What was the thick loneliness on his face? At such a young age, martial arts are so high, shouldn't you be happy in life and proud?

"Big boss, there is a big group of people below, there is a little white face here, a yo-yo, looking so arrogant!"

At this moment, Huang Dagui came rushing and broke the silence.