Little Worm is a man who is more diligent than a bird, and he still got up early this morning, opened the door and carried his hoe and left. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info However, when he walked into the courtyard and occasionally turned around, he was taken aback!

For he saw a bright red bloody handprint on the wall next to the door, and it was like a ghostly smiling face, making many strange expressions at the worm. The little worm was frightened, dropped his hoe and screamed, and ran upstairs, and went straight into the quilt to shiver.

After all, he was a kind man like a bug, so kind that people saw his ugly behavior, and he was the one who caused great panic and uneasiness. His cry alarmed everyone in the attic. Especially the old man Cao Bing, he immediately ran out in panic, so he also saw this bloody handprint.

Nan Jian's injuries have completely recovered, and his complexion today is also better, and he is now sitting with the old man Cao Bing in the upstairs living room drinking morning tea. Huayu also sat beside him, quietly listening to their conversation.

"Senior," Nan Jian said, "Presumably, you must know who this person who left the blood mark is!"

Cao Bing nodded, and there was a thick sorrow between his eyebrows, "This person's name is Jin Peng," he said leisurely, "Everyone in the rivers and lakes says that he is the king of murder! Twenty years ago, a martial king competition was held in the rivers and lakes. The referees who served as the judges of this conference are all respected and decent teachers in the rivers and lakes, including the master of the Emei faction, the real person of the Wudang faction, the abbot of the Shaolin faction, the head of the Quanzhen faction and the gang leaders of the major gangs. ”

He leisurely picked up the teacup, took a shallow sip, and put it down again, "That king election meeting," he continued, "lasted half a year, and hundreds of celebrities participated in each group. Half a year later, ten martial kings representing the ten kinds of kung fu on the rivers and lakes were elected. Among them, there are Liu Junshan, the king of guns, Murong Bai, the king of swords, Qin Jubo, the king of swords, Nangong Qiuyu, the king of gongs, Zhang Zuowen, the king of iron palms, Shi Chenggang, the king of sticks, Li Feifei, the king of whips, Jin Longhu, and Qiao Changhe, the king of hammers. ”

"That senior must be the king of darts back then!" Nan Jian said.

The other man nodded, and then he sighed deeply, "However, after the results are announced!" he said, "There is one person who is very dissatisfied, and he is this man named Jinpeng." ”

"Why is he dissatisfied," Nan Jian asked puzzled, "I guess this person must have some ability." ”

Cao Bing nodded, "Yes," he said leisurely, "This person is not only a little capable, but also a very powerful person." ”

"At that time, these referees must have done very unfairly!" Nan Jian said, "Otherwise, how could such a person with real skills be buried!"

"Hey, how can I explain what happened at that time? Cao Bing sighed and said, "He didn't participate in the campaign for the Martial King at all." ”

Nan Jian was very surprised when he heard this, "Oh, I see!" he said, "Then how can he blame others, this is obviously because he himself is late." ”

Cao Bing, on the other hand, shook his head, "No!" he said with a wry smile, "There are too many terrible unspoken rules in this, and there are some unsightly vices in it. ”

Nan Jian still didn't quite understand, "Please ask your seniors to advise!" he said.

"At that time, there was a hard and fast rule in the Martial King Competition, which made him disqualified from competing with us!" he said, "The referee team strictly stipulated that anyone who participated in the Martial King Competition must be recommended by celebrities in the rivers and lakes before they can participate in this activity." As for Jin Peng, he completely relied on his own hard work and practice, and he practiced a set of very rigid and domineering knife skills. However, he is unknown in the rivers and lakes, and no one knows what he is capable of. Even if someone knows, they are jealous of the virtuous and can push him aside, so that he will not be able to show his ambition!"

After hearing this, Nan Jian's mood was very heavy, "Hey!" He sighed deeply, looked out of the door in a daze, and said leisurely, "Human nature is so ugly, obviously he is a very capable person, but he wants to use worldly rules to ruthlessly exclude him, so there is injustice, and finally anger and hatred!"

Human nature is selfish and ugly. Cao Bing said, "And Jinpeng is just one of them who dares to be angry, and how many people with real talent and real learning among them are buried by ruthless secular conventions like him, and finally die of depression and old age, and they are unheard of in their lives!"

"Could it be that his sword skills are so terrifying, there are so many martial arts masters, and no one can help him?"

Cao Bing smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Hey!" he sighed deeply again and said, "Many of the martial arts masters who have grown up from such customs are also people who have lost their reputations. They usually handle interpersonal relationships well, and they can be flattered by others wherever they go, but in fact, they are useless, relying on some small fame in the past, boasting about themselves, no one knows, it turns out that these people are all empty straw bags, wine bags and rice bags!"

"So, when they meet a real master, they can only resign themselves to fate!" Nan Jian also sighed deeply and said, "It's really sad, ridiculous, hateful and lamentable!"

"Senior!" Nan Jian then asked, "Could it be that there are so many people in the Martial King Competition, all of them have been killed by him, and there is not a single survivor?"

"Yes, there is one. ”

Nan Jian was very surprised when he heard this, "Then who is this person?" Nan Jian asked, "Why didn't Jin Peng just kill this person?"

"Because this person is kind to him, and he has a meal!"

"The grace of a meal!"

"Yes. Cao Bing continued, "At that time, Jinpeng was a person who couldn't even afford to eat. However, he never gave up his pursuit of martial arts. ”

"Then how does he support himself?" Nan Jian asked in surprise.

"He relied on begging, on handouts from passers-by!"

When Nan Jian heard this, he nodded solemnly again. At that moment, his heart was full of sorrow and bitterness, he felt sorry for this person named Jinpeng, and he was also in awe of his spirit of persistent pursuit of his dreams!

"That's how he begs all the way, wandering the world!" Cao Bing continued, "In the end, he rushed to Kanglang Mountain, the site of the Martial King Competition. It was a frosty evening, and everyone was wearing thick winter clothes, but he was barefoot and wearing a thin shirt. However, he is very resolute, no one can see the coldness in his body and heart, he meets everyone with a sincere smile, and he believes that everyone will treat him with the same sincere smile. Just like that, he held his steel knife in his hand, and quietly watched the competition and competition of people on the sidelines of the Martial King Conference. ”

"This is really a respectable and admirable person!" Nan Jian said with heartfelt emotion.

Cao Bing nodded, picked up the teacup again and took a sip of tea, "It was also that evening!" he said, "At that time, there was a young clerk at the Wuwang Conference, and he came back from buying some steaming steamed buns from the street, and happened to pass by this person's side. He felt pity for a moment, so he took out one of the several steamed buns wrapped in lotus leaves in time and generously gave it to this person. ”

"Just because he gave him a steamed bun, he didn't kill this clerk later!" Nan Jian said, "And this clerk was also the only person who survived the Martial King Contest at that time!"

Cao Bing nodded and looked out of the door again, his expression at that moment was more dignified than Cangshan Mountain, which was covered with heavy snow in winter. (To be continued.) )