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The people on the street fell one after another, and in the blink of an eye, only the shopkeeper and his party were still standing on the street, which looked extremely abrupt.

Guo Xiaodao was stunned and looked at the Jianghu guest who had fallen in front of him, and then looked at his fist with an incredulous expression: "What did I do?"

"How could it be that you did it. Mo Xiaoxiao, who was panting slightly, glanced at Guo Xiaodao angrily: "Your few blows are equivalent to pushing someone, which is enough for the other party to hurt for a while, and it can't even cause injuries." ”

Guo Xiaodao wiped his hands embarrassedly.

Along the way, Guo Xiaodao also knew how weak he was, although he practiced with Lao Guo in the village all day long, but it was just a boxing fight, although the fight was dazzling, but there was no power at all.

Moves that can't traumatize the target are useless.

So it's no wonder that Mo Xiaoxiao doesn't have a good attitude towards Guo Xiaodao, after all, she is trying her best to deal with her opponent, and she has no means of attack, so she can only try her best to make her opponent expose her flaws and give Guo Xiaodao a chance to attack, but Guo Xiaodao is completely weak.

However, Mo Xiaoxiao just complained, and did not really blame Guo Xiaodao, after all, Guo Xiaodao was still a child, and what she was really interested in was the shopkeeper's technique of using golden silk.

The damage to the origin of qi and blood caused Mo Xiaoxiao to be unable to practice advanced martial arts since she was a child, so she took the sword sideways and devoted herself to studying the side weapons, and finally she set her sights on the golden silk.

In fact, strictly speaking, golden silk is not a weapon, but with Mo Xiao's research and efforts, he has gradually summed up how to use golden silk to fight against people.

Golden silk has strong extensibility and toughness, and as a product of Gu, golden silk has a characteristic that ordinary blades do not have, that is, the bearing of qi and blood.

As a Gu cultivator, Mo Xiaoxiao has been dealing with Gu since he was a child.

Everyone has a unique smell, and the same is true for qi and blood, everyone's qi and blood have unique characteristics, this trait can not be distinguished, but for those Gu who are naturally much more sensitive than humans, they can be easily distinguished, if the Gu cultivator wants to really make the Gu beast, he must let the Gu object be familiar with his own qi and blood, and the Gu cultivator must cross the power of his qi and blood to the Gu object when using the Gu class, this principle is just like the luck of a person who practices martial arts, if you want to use a certain exercise, you must let the power of qi and blood in your body run according to a certain route in order to exert the true effect of the power of qi and blood, and the way of raising Gu people to serve Gu can be regarded as an alternative method of qi and blood operation.

When Mo Xiaoxiao was cultivating the Golden Silkworm Gu, he accidentally discovered that the Gu silk of the Golden Silkworm Gu, that is, the Golden Silk can actually carry the power of qi and blood like the Golden Silkworm Gu, and the golden silk that carries the power of qi and blood is more tenacious and sharp than the original, and if it is used properly, even a mountain stone can be cut.

Mo Xiaoxiao has always used gold silk as a weapon, but Mo Xiaoxiao has never seen this kind of use of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper let go of the golden silk in his left hand, and the five fingers of his right hand hooked again and again, and the golden silk contracted rapidly, and in less than a while, the golden silk that passed through all corners of the street returned to the hands of the shopkeeper with a small ball of silk.

"What kind of kung fu are you?" Mo Xiaoxiao leaned in front of the shopkeeper with his eyes shining: "Can I learn?"

The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow.

At that time, everyone's martial arts were a secret that was not passed on, and it was the capital of every Jianghu guest to settle down and make a living, and coveting other people's martial arts was simply a murder for money.

However, now in this era, martial arts has become a trading product that can be traded with each other, to be honest, the shopkeeper doesn't like this feeling, but he also doesn't like the people who practice martial arts to hide, he just thinks that martial arts should not be so casual, at least the rivers and lakes should not infiltrate the lives of ordinary people.

Mo Xiaoxiao's words evoked the memories of the shopkeeper-

"What kind of kung fu are you, can I learn it?"

In my memory, it was a childish little face, looking at the shopkeeper's martial arts practice full of yearning and envy: "It's so good, you know martial arts." ”

"You want to learn martial arts?"

"That's right!"

"What do you do when you learn martial arts?"

"I want to teach others to practice martial arts so that everyone doesn't get bullied. ”

"How often are you bullied?"

"No, but Xiaohua next door to my house is often bullied, and I want to learn some kung fu to protect her. ”

The scene changed, and it was a bloody remnant sun.

The once peaceful village is now deadly silent, and the fire-like horror of the scene and the corpses of the villagers lying in pools of blood on the ground are shocking.

"Why don't we know martial arts?"

The energetic voice of the past was low and hoarse: "If we know martial arts, won't others bully us?"

The shopkeeper looked at the young figure standing in front of the many graves, and was silent for a moment: "Do you want to learn martial arts?"

"I don't want to. ”

The shopkeeper was surprised: "Why?"

The young man pointed in one direction, and it was a small mound.

"The little flower is gone. ”

There were no tears, no choking, just a desperate helplessness.

"Hey ——!!!"

The loud shouting brought back the shopkeeper's thoughts, and fished him out of the flood of memories.

Mo Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the shopkeeper's eyes: "Are you okay?"

"It's fine. The shopkeeper shook his head: "It's just that I think of some unhappy things." ”

The crowd came together.

"What's wrong with these people?" Knife still maintained a vigilant posture, "Could it be their accomplices?"

"How can there be an accomplice who will affect his own people. ”

There was a flapping sound of wings in the sky, and then a fat pigeon turned into a heavy parabola and fell into Guo Xiaodao's arms, making a "coo-coo" sound.

"Yes, yes, thank you. Bai Xiaosheng soothed the fat pigeon and relocated it back into the cage.

"Do you understand the bird's language?" said the knife, "what did it just say?"

"I don't understand what this guy is saying. The knife closed the lid of the cage: "I don't understand, but I raised this guy from eggs, so I can still guess what he wants to say." ”

"Why did all these people fall?" Guo Xiaodao poked the sword Jianghu guest who was still alive just now with his toes in horror: "Is this faint or dead?"

"Naturally, I was faint. A voice replied to Guo Xiaodao's words.

The person who came was a woman, and the women in Hundred Flowers City gave people the impression that they were all unrestrained and enthusiastic, but this woman was indifferent, and even her speech was cold.

The woman was not wearing a dress, but a dark blue shirt and pants, with soft armor on her upper body, a small bamboo cage hanging around her waist, and a short-tailed fat mouse lying on her stomach.

Seeing this person's waist card, the knife gasped and looked at Bai Xiaosheng: "You actually reported to the official?!"

(End of chapter)

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