"I want to kill him, not because of other people's crazy words, just because I want to kill him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Mo Chou showed two little white teeth and smiled, "I know, of course I know"

"Alas"

"If you want to kill, go there"

"Childe"

"Childe"

"Isn't it just killing someone?

"But"

"The father is not the father, how can the son be the son? do whatever you have to do, you don't have to do it yourself to kill people, wait for my Baiwei to spread out and share a bag with you"

"Barilla?"

"The invisible poison that kills people, you can also call it euthanasia, when you die, you will be in the most beautiful fantasy, and you will die in bliss"

Mo Chou was moved by "that"

"You two, I don't care where you go, just go outside for a long time. You are not allowed to come back until the sun sets. ”

"It's Childe"

"Okay, Mo Chou and I know"

"Well, good" Li Muyang nodded with satisfaction, plugged the broken door, poured the exposed black silk into the wooden barrel, and threw it all into the grinding disc, the big grinding wheel rotated and crushed, and the black powder was squeezed out after a while.

The sunset is infinitely better, but it is just near dusk, Li Muyang kneaded the black powder into pills the size of black mung beans, a total of two hundred and thirty-six, and there was no porcelain bottle He temporarily put them in his purse.

There were still one or two black powders and a pill left on the table, and the two siblings came back.

"Childe, we bought ten plates of cake and tea, and the owner of the teahouse has to give us a few porcelain bottles, what can we do with this thing so small?"

"Don't worry about giving them to me"

"Oh good, give"

Li Muyang patted the cake tea, "What I want is a porcelain bottle"

"Huh, we threw it at the door."

"Childe, don't be angry, I'll go pick it up" Mo Youma ran back and picked up the three porcelain bottles, panting "Gong, Childe give the porcelain bottles"

Li Muyang took the porcelain vase, he was not angry originally, he actually didn't understand very well, how Mo Wei could see that he was angry on his expressionless face, he was not angry, and he was not a person with a small belly.

Mo worries and Mo Chou The sisters and brothers saw Gongzi fill the porcelain vase with black grains the size of mung beans.

"Childe, this is?"

"Barra, grab a glass of water and pull the yellow dog up in the corner"

"Ah, we have been feeding Rhubarb for several years, can we change it?"

"For whom? are you or your sister?"

Mo Chou and Mo Worry The two of them retreated together, and couldn't help but sigh that they were not familiar with people, and Fang took off the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's mouth.

"Hehe, that, this is for you two sisters and brothers, it melts colorless and tasteless when it comes to water"

Mo Wu and Mo Chou looked at each other, and Mo Chou stepped forward half a step to block his sister, "Son, this is?"

"Don't you want to use the dog to use your son directly, don't you really want to kill him?

Mo Chou nodded and ran to find the person he called his father but wanted to sell him.

"Childe, this?" Mo Wei was a little worried, she didn't know what to do.

"What's wrong? Don't you hate him too?"

"But after all, he gave birth to me and raised me for eighteen years."

"Then I can sell you into a prostitute? for others to have fun? I haven't been to the Red Pavilion, and Qingfeng Le is also a joke, what can you do?"

Mo Wei's face turned pale, hateful or hateful? How can he not hate, it shouldn't be like this, father and son are always in harmony, the father is not like the father, the son is not like the son, the father wants to eat the son, and the son wants to kill the father.

"Don't talk about this, you can't be ruthless, but you have to remember that you only do it once."

"Thank you for your kindness, even if I am a cow and a horse, it will be difficult for me to repay Childe's life-saving grace"

"Okay, there is no need to say that being a cow or a horse is difficult to repay for saving your life, you are already a cow and a horse, in fact, you have no freedom. If you run away, you'll both die."

"No, don't worry about Mo Chou and be willing to serve the son for the rest of his life"

"Do you know martial arts?"

Mo Wei was very embarrassed, "Don't worry, if you know how to do martial arts, you won't end up being sold by your biological father"

"How old are you?"

"Eight out of ten"

"Where's your brother?"

"Two out of ten"

"Well, eighteen has not passed the age of martial arts, but I just missed the best period, I have to make a difference, if I don't work hard, it will be difficult to achieve it"

Mo Wei knelt on the ground, "Childe Mo Wei is not afraid of hardship"

"Okay, you have to endure hardships, you will be a master, from today you will practice with Mo Chou, what kind of weapon do you like?Knives, guns and sticks...... Take your pick."

"Can I choose a knife?" Mo Wei liked, when she was a child, she once saw a chivalrous man walking by with a red rope knife on his back.

"Yes, I'll pass you on a set of knife techniques called Mandarin Duck Qiankun Knife"

"Thank you, Childe"

"No thanks, if you want to thank you, it's better to let yourself have the ability to protect yourself and don't die so fast"

"Ugh"

"Shut up, listen to me quietly, learn more and learn less depending on your understanding"

"Good"

"Mandarin duck Qiankun knife, can be long or short, the two ends are about a foot, the blade surface is slightly curved crescent steel knife, the middle iron, two grip handles have a pair of halberd-shaped, about half a foot, meniscus blade outward shovel is combined. ”

The two arc-shaped blades are named Mandarin Ducks, and a pair of crescent gauntlets in the middle are named Mandarin Ducks, and Qiankun symbolizes the yin and yang of heaven and earth, so they are named "Mandarin Duck Qiankun Knife"

"This knife is sharp on both sides, and it can be disassembled and used separately or together. Left yin and right yang, varied, infinitely powerful"

"What does the Gongzi Mandarin Duck Qiankun Knife look like?"

"Uh" Li Muyang's voice stopped abruptly, let me think about it, you go get rice paper and pen and ink inkstone first.

"To you" Mo Wei ran faster than a rabbit.

Li Muyang drew the mandarin duck Qiankun knife on paper with a few strokes: "You take this painting and let the blacksmith make a knife according to the appearance of the painting."

"Okay" Mo Youke happily took the rice paper in Gongzi's hand, this is the Mandarin Duck Qiankun Knife?

After Li Muyang saw people leave, he used a wooden stick instead of a knife, and went through the mandarin duck Qiankun knife, and after a long time, he almost forgot about it, and he had to run in and run in from picking it up.

His stick is like a dragon out of the water, a cold light is shining, different knife techniques are criss-crossed, both offensive and defensive, echoing back and forth.

Li Muyang walked freely and his knife skills were exquisite.

He either chopped or teased, entwined like a thorn twist, and flew up to break and slash, meaning that someone on the opposite side was blocking the stab.

Li Muyang's changing moves are endless, as quiet as an ancient well without waves, and the movement is like the anger of the sky and the sea, and the moves have the feeling of penetrating the grass and stones of the cave. He was afraid that he would continue to learn and stir up waves, so he took root and fought as before.

Mo Chou was already stunned, this was the appearance of the chivalrous man in his mind, who was happy to take revenge and walk the rivers and lakes with a sword, although the son was only holding a burning stick in his hand.

"You're back?

"Childe, I didn't find him"

"What? I can't find it, forget it, you don't know that this person is cheap, you deliberately went to look for him, and he didn't show up. When you don't need it, it comes to you and tells you about it. ”

"What Childe said is very true, and he has been taught"

"Don't worry about what weapons do you like?Knives, guns, sticks, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips... Whoever I know, I can teach you a martial art."

Mo Chou thought about it and decided to choose a stick.

"Why? I thought you'd choose a powerful weapon."

"Uh, is the stick powerful? can't kill?" Mo Chou hesitated, not knowing if what he had chosen was right.

"It's not that the stick is powerful, it's the person who uses the stick is powerful, everything in the world, even if the hair is good or not, can kill"

"Thank you for your advice"

"Well, though, it's easy to break if you choose a wooden stick, and it's too heavy if you take an iron stick."