Butcher Zhang's kitchen boy has a very ordinary name, so ordinary that no one remembers his real name, even if he asks in person, he will forget it when he turns around, and over time, everyone only remembers that his surname is Li, and he is the butcher's fourth assistant cook, so he is called Li Si.

The people in the town don't have much impression of Li Si, except for helping Butcher Zhang deal with the internal organs of pigs and cows and delivering pork ribs, he is sitting in a daze in the corner, and occasionally the sun is just the time when the store is more spacey, and he will be seen sitting on the steps of the store in a daze, just like today.

Today is the first day of the opening of the butcher shop after the New Year, and every household generally has a lot of meat before the year, so the business in the store is a little deserted, and Butcher Zhang saw that there were really no customers, so he went to the backyard to drink, leaving Li Si to look at the storefront.

At the end of the day, the streets are full of people, but the butcher shop has little business, only a few regular customers with their own pork and beef, come to the door to ask for deboning and chopping filling.

At ten o'clock in the evening, after the old man who pulled the erhu and the blind man Jia walked side by side in front of Li Si for half an hour, the store finally welcomed the first customer to buy meat, Chen Mo, the official in the town.

Chen Mo was originally a veteran of the Zhenbei Army, but in recent years, the border has been stable, the army has laid off personnel, and some elderly veterans have been discharged from the army and arranged to work as errands in several towns in the northwest frontier.

Chen Moren, as his name suggests, is a person who is introverted and does not like to talk, but his popularity in the town is not bad, and the villagers never hold the official shelf when they can help, and his face is cold and warm. Today, he came to buy ten catties of pork ribs, just to invite the four brothers who were on an errand together to have a good meal and drink wine at the beginning of the New Year.

Li Si and Chen Mo got together, and they didn't communicate much, one picked up a knife to chop bones, the other waited silently, after the money and goods were cleared, Chen Mo turned around and left, Li Si looked left and right, and began to prepare to close with a sigh of anger, and it seemed that he didn't find that the boning knife on the cutting board was gone.

The boning knife was in Chen Mo's rib wrap at the moment.

Chen Mo is a town official and one of the deacons in the town.

In the original plan, after killing the target, Chen Mo automatically left the organization and fended for himself, in other words, he was abandoned.

But how can anyone be willing to give up their lives easily, even if it is a killer or a dead man.

So he found Li Si privately, and after discussing it, the two decided to blame this incident on the butcher Zhang, who was always drunk on weekdays, a child in the town died at the hands of a drunk, and it would not cause too much of a sensation, with Chen Mo's many years of professional experience, there would be no problem in camouflage on the spot.

As a veteran who has been retired from the army for many years, Chen Mo already has a wife in the town and a lovely daughter, unless he has to, he doesn't want to die in the world.

Of course, it all has to be a partner.

Chen Mo returned home, took out the boning knife with a cold light from the greasy ribs, and instructed his wife to prepare dinner for the approaching marching brothers, while he waited at the door, while moving his wrists, waiting for the partner sent by the organization who he didn't know who, if it went well, he should be able to rush back to accompany the brothers to eat stewed pork ribs.

A short time later, an ordinary bullock cart stopped at the door, and an arm with a black glove stretched out from the inside.

Chen Mo smiled, grabbed it, and entered the car, and the ox cart slowly left, heading towards the south of the city.

When Zhao Xifeng left the small temple, the sky had completely darkened, the lights of the town were on, and occasionally one or two dog barks faintly sounded from behind the alley, and it fell silent in a moment.

The small temple to Zhao Xifeng's residence is about four streets away, about half an hour away, along the way, Zhao Xifeng is recalling the nine postures taught by the dry sea, although at present he can only make the first one, a writhing similar to a swimming fish, but he has been smart since he was a child, and his memory and understanding are better than those of children of the same age, and the remaining eight postures at this time can also simulate an eight or nine points in his mind, but those anti-joints and even non-human movements are too difficult, and he can't even think of any use after learning. However, Zhao Xifeng still tried his best to keep every word and action of the dry sea firmly in mind.

Save the money that can't be used first, and keep the books you can't understand first. This is the most simple truth that Zhao Wu taught Zhao Xifeng.

When he walked to the front of his small courtyard, Zhao Xifeng had already reviewed all the movements in his mind more than ten times, and at this moment, he met an acquaintance, Uncle Chen Mochen, a bureaucrat.

Chen Mo is a tolerance that Zhao Wu is familiar with in the town, the two are both veterans who have retired from the border army, and they inevitably have some sympathy for each other, and there are many common topics, plus he is one of the few colleagues who will not sneer at Zhao Wu's cowardly temperament, so the relationship has always been good, and he often comes to visit on weekdays and has a few drinks.

Whenever the two of them were drinking, Zhao Xifeng had also met a few times, and he was no stranger to Chen Mo, so he took the initiative to greet him: "Uncle Chen." ”

Chen Mo stood next to an ox cart, his expression was calm and calm, and he smiled at Zhao Xifeng and said: "Xifeng, I came back so late, Uncle Chen just got off a business trip, and happened to pass by your door, I wanted to find your father to go to my house to eat and drink, but when I walked to the door, I remembered that Lao Zhao had gone out of the post." ”

Zhao Xifeng glanced at the old cow pulling the cart beside him, his breathing was steady, and there were no sweat stains, obviously he had been staying here for a while, not like as Chen Mo said, driving an ox cart, just passing by, but it was none of his business to think about it, so he didn't delve into it, and replied: "After my father comes back, I will definitely inform my father to go to my uncle's house to make up for this wine." ”

After that, he nodded and was about to leave, but he heard Chen Mo say: "This is the New Year, it's not a matter for you to go home alone to go home to the cold pot and cold stove, but go back with your uncle, the family stewed pork ribs today, and you have committed the problem of cold body in this winter, just come to make up for it." ”

"No need Uncle Chen, Aunt Li happened to stew chicken soup today, and I have already promised to go to her side. Zhao Xifeng refused, doubts gradually arose in his heart, Uncle Chen has always been quiet and introverted on weekdays, but today he is a little abnormal, and he has waited here for a long time, it seems that he came exclusively for himself, and his rigorous temperament on weekdays actually said that he didn't remember Zhao Wuyuan's official affairs, which is really strange.

After speaking, Zhao Xifeng turned around and walked home, but Chen Mo was unwilling to wait any longer, saying "Give Uncle Chen a face", his hand had already buckled Zhao Xifeng's right shoulder, and his fingers were dragged into the car.

Zhao Xifeng felt wrong the moment Chen Mo's fingers were added, the other party used the technique of grabbing in the army, four fingers buckled, thumbs moved up, stuck the carotid artery, as long as he used a slight force, half of the body of the person who was held was wasted, and when he was refining his body on weekdays, Zhao Wu demonstrated this technique to Zhao Xifeng.

Although I don't know why, but years of forging made him react instinctively under the crisis, the right shoulder that was held was slightly heavy, and half of the aura that he could control was poured into the shoulder to protect himself, and he didn't care if it was possible to misunderstand Chen Mo, his left hand was thrown out horizontally, and he rotated with his waist, and used the other half of the aura to use one of the three fighting skills he only knew in the army, the cross arm split, because the body had not yet grown and he was shorter, this move changed from attacking the enemy's chest to splitting Chen Mo's lumbar vertebrae!

Chen Mo ignored Zhao Xifeng's counterattack, just pressed the right hand that was buckled on the child's shoulder, in his opinion, even if a ten-year-old child practiced his physical strength every day, and as long as the pipa bone was in pain, unless he was professionally trained, it was impossible for anyone to use the original move completely, and the silence did not support the enemy, on the contrary, for this junior who could be selected into the Tianqing Division as a cultivation seedling, he had already made preparations to face soldiers of the same age to fight, however, he still underestimated Zhao Xifeng.

When Chen Mo pressed down with his four fingers and was about to abolish Zhao Xifeng's right shoulder, he obviously felt that the touch in his hand had become very weird, like a smooth stone, the surface was smooth and not standing, but it was very hard in essence, not like the cartilage on a normal person at all, he knew in his heart that it was not good, so he hurriedly raised his left hand, barely blocking the split that Zhao Xifeng was hanging horizontally, and he could only use five or six percent of his strength.

At this moment, Zhao Xifeng felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the pain was so painful that bursts of gold stars appeared in front of his eyes, making people just want to fall to the ground.

But he knew that he couldn't fall down at this time, Zhao Wu had taught her that once he was tricked by this, the captured person would become a fish on the chopping board, and he would no longer have the ability to fight back, so he gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold back, ensuring that the move was not deformed, and still hit Chen Mo's left arm that was barely defending.

There was no thumping, no sound of either side being hit to the ground, just a slight crunch, like a dead branch broken by freezing hard in winter.

Click.

Chen Mo's left arm and hand bones shattered into three pieces.

A low, muffled grunt came out of his mouth, and he fell to one knee, bracing the ground with his intact left hand, coughing softly.

Zhao Xifeng withdrew his arm, gasped for breath, looked at Chen Mo who was kneeling on the ground, and said in surprise: "Uncle Chen, are you okay? Are you testing my kung fu? It's all because I didn't hurt you lightly, so I'll help you to Dr. Liu." ”

said that he would help, but in fact, he didn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward.

Silent coughed a few times, and said with a reluctant smile: "Xifeng has practiced kung fu well in the past few years, uncle is not your opponent, come and pull uncle." ”

As he spoke, he put away his right hand and put his back on a position that Zhao Xifeng couldn't see.

Zhao Xifeng needed time to calm down the aura that he had just used excessively, while Chen Mo needed to relieve the pain in his hands, and for a while, neither of the two people who pretended to be confused dared to act rashly.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, Zhao Xifeng sighed and said, "Okay, then I'll help you up." ”

Chen Mo smiled and nodded.

Zhao Xifeng shook his head and walked towards Chen Mo step by step, the latter looked at his footprints along the way, right light and left, knowing that the other party would attack from his injured left, his right hand couldn't help but clench something behind his back, and a strange feeling rose in his heart, how many years, since the Zhenbei Army retreated, how many years have I not experienced this horror between life and death, and now it appears again, it is actually in a child who has just turned ten years old, it is really a little unbelievable.

Sure enough, when he was still two steps away from silence, Zhao Xifeng's pace suddenly changed, he quickly stepped forward half a step, and then his left leg was raised like a whip, and he quickly kicked diagonally upwards forty-five degrees, which was still a fighting skill in the army, a side kick!

Faced with this familiar move, Chen Mo pulled out the boning knife commonly used by Zhang Butcher from behind, rotated sideways, and slashed at Zhao Xifeng's outstretched leg, at the same time, the combat skills in the army, of course, Silence understands the essence and timing of the side kick style better than Zhao Xifeng, and of course he will counter this move, if nothing else, Zhao Xifeng's flying kick will be cut off by a knife in the next moment!

However, Zhao Xifeng's foot had just kicked out a small half, and it changed from a whip leg diagonally to a direct stamping, and under his feet was Chen Mo's instep!

The leader of the Xifeng sect has been rampant in the town for three or four years, if he only relied on the three moves of Zhao Wujiao, he would have been thoroughly eaten and cracked, and this trick that children would only use in a fight to step on the instep is the only way to realize it in years of experience with Er Fat, the Jiang brothers and others, this is Zhao Xifeng's killer move!

Sure enough, Chen Mo had been in the army all his life, and he didn't expect that the side kick could change like this, let alone that this change of move was so natural, not only the movements were coherent and in one go, but even Zhao Xifeng's eyes and the steps before the attack were perfectly matched.

So after his left arm was broken, his left foot was also broken after a foot filled with spiritual energy fell, and the bones and tendons were broken!

Zhao Xifeng was unforgiving, the last move of the three-plate axe was directly punched, since Chen Mo had already moved the knife, he couldn't keep his hand, he knew that this kind of veteran had already been trained as a killing machine in years of fighting, as long as he still wanted to show mercy to his subordinates, then it was himself who was lying on the ground in the next moment.

However, Zhao Xifeng is still a ten-year-old child after all, how can he face this kind of thing calmly in his heart, even if he has thousands of legitimate reasons in his heart, it is inevitable that he will not be able to make waves.

So his punch was still the same, but the direction of the blow changed from Chen Mo's head to his right chest.

As a result, Chen Mo's screams when he was trampled on the bones of his feet in an instant were suffocated back into the abdomen before he could speak, and his whole body was beaten to the sky and fell, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the boning knife in his hand was also thrown aside.

Zhao Xifeng withdrew his fist, put on a defensive posture in front of him and stood still, and after a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people on the ground still did not move, and slowly relaxed his spirit, and the pain in his shoulder and left arm gradually surged up.

The two fights with Chen Mo just now happened in a very short period of time, and they were both won and lost in one or two moves, but it was the first time in Zhao Xifeng's life that he fought to the death, whether it was physical injuries or mental exhaustion and wear, they were huge, and the advantage was that for a child who had never received training in this area, even if he was a genius and matured, he would inevitably feel afraid in the face of this matter.

Zhao Xifeng is no exception.

After confirming that Chen Mo had completely lost his ability to move, Zhao Xifeng couldn't hold on any longer, and sat on the wheel of the ox cart, gasping for breath.

He didn't notice that behind him, the curtain of the car slowly opened, and an arm with black gloves held a black dagger and slowly stretched out, and then sent it forward at will, the movement was relaxed and natural, just like handing out a cup of hot tea to an acquaintance, without killing intent, but it was the real killer of this assassination!

Because there was no sound and no killing intent, when the blade cut through Zhao Xifeng's back cotton clothes, he suddenly realized that it was too late to make any movements at this time, but a moment of happiness made him subconsciously repeat which of the only nine postures that Professor Kuhai could use in the afternoon, tilting his head, holding his chest up, and turning sideways. The body writhes like a swimming fish.

After all, it was still half a minute late, and when the action was halfway through, the black dagger had been completely inserted into Zhao Xifeng's small body, and it had sunk into the handle.

Zhao Xifeng's eyes were dark, and he threw himself forward and fell to the ground, and then his consciousness gradually blurred, and before he lost consciousness, the last voice he heard seemed to be the Buddha name of the old monk of the dry sea.