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"Bang!"

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the chickens crowed all over the place, and the New Year was about to be celebrated, but there was an accident in the Yuan Shun Dart Bureau.

There was a muffled sound, and the martial arts arena was startled, Chen Zhuo's ears were so powerful that he didn't even think about it, he had already picked up a mud step and rushed over, and when he got closer, he saw Zuo Zongsheng smashing the bluestone slab of the practice with one palm, holding a bloody belt in his hand, his eyes were closed with his eyes turned to the sky, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

On the side is a young man dressed as a dart master, who was originally the executioner of the dart bureau, surnamed Zhao, but since Wang Wu was arrested, he changed to other places, but often did not forget to come back and walk around, Chen Zhuo has seen two sides with it, it is said that he is in the "friend dart bureau" dart, the expression is haggard, the eyebrows are covered with a white layer of morning frost, like a snowman.

"Senior brother, something happened to Master!"

Zuo Zongsheng's voice changed, but he didn't dare to alarm the master, so he could only lower his voice, his eyes were red, he grabbed Chen Zhuo's shoulders, and said in a trembling voice: "News came from the mountains and lands last night, Master, his old man...... ...... by foreigners Shot! ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo's eyes widened sharply, and the murderous aura accumulated over the years suddenly overflowed in the martial arts arena like an invisible hurricane, and the head on his neck twisted, and suddenly looked at the dart master surnamed Zhao, "The news you brought back?" ”

The dart master wiped his face, his eyes were red, and he gasped, "I brought it back, the fifth master attacked a foreign church with a group of 'Boxer' people last night, but he was surrounded by Yuan Shikai who rushed over, he let us go first, and he couldn't come back, and was finally shot by a musket." ”

Rao is Chen Zhuo has experienced a lot of winds and waves, and when he heard the news, he couldn't help but be out of breath, his mind was confused, and he stood still.

Wang Wu is actually dead?

"Brother Zuo, our top priority is to quickly recapture the body of the fifth master and put it into the ground for peace."

The dart master surnamed Zhao showed a sad face and reminded him.

"Yes, that's good!"

Zuo Zongsheng has been dependent on Wang Wu since he was a child, although he is a master and apprentice, he is like a father and son, and when he heard the words, he was about to set off to Ludi, but was held down by Chen Zhuo.

"Thank you for telling this brother, you can go back and let my senior brother discuss it."

The dart master opened his mouth when he heard this, and wanted to say something, but when he saw the grief-stricken appearance of this pair of senior brothers, he had to arch his hand and get out of the dart game.

"Senior Brother ......"

Zuo Zongsheng was concerned about it, and was about to explain, but unexpectedly, a laugh suddenly floated in his ears, sneering.

"Huh!"

In such a scene, Zuo Zongsheng was still sad, with tears in his eyes, but he didn't expect Chen Zhuo on the side to laugh coldly, and stayed in place, and was about to scold angrily, but his tone changed suddenly, just thinking that his junior brother was too sad and crazy.

"Senior Brother ......"

Chen Zhuo glanced around and said, "Senior brother, the master is not dead, that guy is here to trick us out of the city." ”

Zuo Zongsheng's expression paused slightly, and before he could react, Chen Zhuo pointed to the ground.

On the martial arts arena, the footprints were clear and distinct, stained with scattered wet mud, as if they had traveled a long way, and it was the dart master who brought them in.

"You mean there's a problem with the footprint?"

"No, there's something wrong with the boots. You look at these footprints, the shallow and heavy are different, which means that the boots do not fit, how can a dart master who travels south and north wear a pair of boots that do not fit. When he lifted his foot and left, I saw that the soles of his boots were almost the same, the front and back were the same, and the boots were not his. ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes narrowed, his face was gone, but the index finger on his side trembled slightly, "Master should have been hunted down, but he has already escaped, and nine times out of ten, he has returned to the capital, or is hiding outside the city." ”

Zuo Zongsheng finally came back to his senses, clenched the belt in his hand, and his face was ugly.

Chen Zhuo saw that his eyes changed, and comforted him: "It's nothing, it's messy if you care, senior brother, you don't need to blame yourself, that person thinks that he deliberately used this belt to tempt you because he figured out your temperament, and he can only be punished by his heart, and it is estimated that it can only be Ao Qing." ”

Zuo Zongsheng swallowed a mouthful of the morning breeze, and the cold entered his throat, which made him sober up a lot.

He looked at Chen Zhuo beside him, "I remember, Master has a courtyard outside the city, which used to be used by Uncle Li to live. ”

"That's right."

Chen Zhuo's heart also let go of a lot, and then his eyes froze, cold and cold.

"Senior brother, let's not move lightly, otherwise going out of the city will not only not help the master, but on the contrary, it will fall into the trap of others, as long as we don't go wrong, the master will not have an accident, but we can't do nothing."

Facing Zuo Zongsheng's gaze, Chen Zhuo advised: "The top priority is to go to Uncle Cheng first, there should be no accident with his old man sitting in the dart game, I will go out to find out the news." ”

"Good!"

The two made a decision and acted separately.

Chen Zhuo didn't even think about it, and went straight out of the dart game.

But as soon as he stepped out, there were seven or eight fierce glances in the dark in an instant, which made him more sure of his previous guess in his heart, and his killing intent towards Ao Qing was even worse.

Chen Zhuo immediately asked the ranger on the street to pass a message to Cheng Tinghua, but he pretended to wander around the street, randomly picked a soybean milk stall and ordered a bowl of soy milk, drinking it in the morning breeze, and secretly thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

However, he sat down on his front feet, his buttocks were not yet hot, and he heard someone next to his back feet whispering to the shopkeeper, "Come on a bowl of soy milk, and a few more baked cakes, and bring them to the next table as well." ”

The man turned his back to him, a white right hand spit out from the black horseshoe sleeve, took a sip of soy milk slowly with a bowl, and said slowly when swallowing: "I heard my master say a few days ago that Uncle Cheng met a good seedling, I asked how good it was, and the master said that no one can stand out." You have only practiced this body for half a month, and now you can sit and lie down and walk naturally into a circle, with empty armpits and dragon claws, and you have changed the habit of developing in the past ten years. ”

Chen Zhuo didn't drink as slowly as him, took a big sip, immediately saw the bottom of the bowl, and didn't look at who the other party was, "You want to talk about feelings, we are also brothers, but since you are here for my master, we are friends and enemies." ”

The man was silent for a moment, "I want to say, high talent is not powerful, there are countless geniuses in this world, and there are more people with high talent, but the person who can go to the end is considered a high mountain." ”

After he finished speaking, he picked up a piece of hot baked cake, broke a small piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly and said, "My surname is Gong!" ”

Chen Zhuo didn't look at the baked cakes brought by the boss, wiped his mouth, and said flatly: "I know who you are, your master and my master don't deal with each other, and we have nothing to say." As for who is Takayama? It's not spoken, it's walked out. No matter how high the heart is, but willing to act as an eagle dog, this alone, you are no longer a person in my way, two strokes, standing up to the sky, never kneeling down the mountain. ”

As soon as the words fell, Chen Zhuo only felt that there was an extra terrifying killing machine behind him out of thin air, like a cold needle piercing flesh, making his spine chill.

But the killing machine started quickly and dispersed faster, and the man said coldly: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves!" ”

Without speculating for more than half a sentence, Chen Zhuo threw down the money, simply walked around the street for a long time, from morning to noon, and took a group of people behind him to go around Sijiu City in a big circle, and finally returned to the dart game.

At this time, Cheng Lao had already arrived.

Seeing him come back, he hurriedly told him not to make extraneous branches.

Chen Zhuo responded with his mouth, but in his heart, he couldn't bear the killing intent towards Ao Qing, and this fang was really unhappy.

Six days later.

At nightfall, another heavy snowfall fell in the capital.

"Crunch!"

Listening to the wooden door of the dart bureau being pushed open, the Qing court masters who were secretly watching came to the spirit, and there were many people from the god hand gate, this is to grab the credit.

I saw that Zuo Zongsheng was covered tightly, and after going out, he looked left and right, and quickly got into the snowy night.

One after the other, more than a dozen figures chased after each other.

Backyard of the dart board.

Chen Zhuo, who was closing his eyes on the bed, opened his eyes, sat up straight, stretched out his hand and wiped his face, a hideous and grotesque Rakshasa face had covered his original face, the knife eyes were wide open, the killing intent was full, and the bright red reflected in the lamp was like two drops of undried blood.

When he opened his mouth and blew out the candle, the others disappeared into the room.

The wind and snow hit his face, and he hurried all the way, for a long time, waiting for Chen Zhuo to stop.

In the heavy snow, eleven black shadows suddenly appeared.

Suddenly, the murderous atmosphere in the snowy night was rampant, as if it had melted into the wind and snow, turning into a knife that could cut human flesh and skin, piercing and cold.

"Hehehe, it's strange, there's a face-changing craftsman."

With a sneer, everyone swept towards the Divine Hand Gate looming in the wind and snow.