Luo nine needles

Chapter 42

Gao Xiaoliu looked at the article in his hand.

"It's still not well written. It took me so long to find out." He curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Is my literary talent comparable to that of a scholar? You should be able to tell it at a glance."

Having said that, his face sank again, and he looked in one direction bitterly.

"Unlucky, it's all because of this idiot!"

This is not a gorgeous box in Huixian Building, but a dark room without windows.

The interior furnishings are also very simple, one bed, one table and chairs.

Gao Xiaoliu sat on the chair, Zhike stood beside him, and another person sat on the bed.

In the dimly lit room, he was short in stature, like a child.

Hearing Gao Xiaoliu's scolding, he let out a cold snort.

This voice is not a child.

"If you kill someone, you kill someone, what kind of article do you write—"

It was fine if he didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Gao Xiaoliu, who was originally sitting, jumped up, reached the side of the bed in one step, raised his foot and kicked over.

What the person on the bed didn't finish speaking turned into a cry of pain.

It's not that he doesn't want to hide, but Gao Xiaoliu's legs are like a storm, and he can't hide no matter what.

Until Zhike watched it for a while, he kindly persuaded him: "My boss, stop beating, you didn't gag your mouth, it's not good for people to hear."

"So what if I hear it?" Gao Xiaoliu shouted, "I lost the bet, owed money, and deserved to be beaten to death!"

He kicked hard twice again, and the person on the bed he kicked couldn't even cry out in pain, so he flicked his sleeves to stop.

"Run to my site to kill people, you are still alive, thank you Patriarch." He scolded, "How dare you say that my writing is wrong, why? Write blood on Liu Xiucai's body like you, murderer Death, that's right? Do you know how much trouble it will cause?"

The person on the bed had already been kicked to the ground, and curled up into a small ball. Although he couldn't breathe out in pain, he still made a voice through his teeth when he heard this sentence: "You are afraid of trouble, What kind of ink are you..."

"What am I? I'm your ancestor—" Gao Xiaoliu turned around and raised his foot.

Zhike hurriedly stopped him this time: "Forget it, fools can't speak..." He leaned over and gently stroked Gao Xiaoliu's feet, "Don't kick your shoes."

Wearing a gold belt and a silver gorgeous tall six feet, stepping on a pair of straw sandals.

Gao Xiaoliu lowered his legs, his robe fell down to cover his shoes, he walked back to the chair and sat down.

"Look, everything can call itself a Mohist. It's really not as good as one generation." He sat on the chair and sighed.

The young face is pretending to be old, and it looks a little funny.

Zhike then sighed softly: "Since the accident, it has been ruined."

After saying these few words, Gao Xiaoliu stopped talking, and a haze appeared in his eyes.

"Defeated..." The person on the bed murmured again, "What happened? Suddenly there was no one on our side."

He is a juggler in the countryside of Jiaozhou. He got started because he inherited from his master. In fact, he didn't know much about the sect and had no experience with it. The original intention of his master to let him get started was to give him a place to live.

"In the house, watch and help each other. If you can't survive, go ask for food, and you won't starve to death."

Although he is lowly, he is self-reliant. After his master died, he didn't want to beg for food. He still walked the streets and juggled for a living. He didn't encounter anything until that day when he came to Jiaozhou Institute.

The servants of the government office teased him, watched his juggling, poured food into the dog bowl for him to eat, but the dog snatched it away.

He squatted in the corner, thinking that he would not come to an official place in the future, and he would still be honest from the countryside. At this time, a criminal woman saw it and gave him half of the pancake.

He took it over and said that Xie wanted to eat in silence, but the criminal woman was a little delirious and cried out her grievances to him.

The criminal woman's enemy is a scholar, and a wealthy and powerful family, who concealed the matter from the government.

According to the rules of the sect, what the officials don't care about is the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

He asked the criminal woman for the sale, accepted her complaint, and told the sect according to the rules, but when he came to the place the master said to look for the hall master, the building was empty.

He didn't know what was going on, but he accepted the appeal and couldn't ignore it, so he decided to act alone.

He trekked to the capital, joined the miscellaneous troupe, and found out the movements of the murderer Liu Xiucai. Finally, when he was alone in a restaurant, he sneaked in through the door and window. Live at the gate of life.

He thought he was going to die, and he was not afraid of death, but the man's feet loosened a bit: "Are you Mo Zhe?"

He saw the straw sandals on the man's feet, but before he could express his joy at meeting his fellow disciples, he was trampled on and passed out.

"To actually come to the capital to kill people, it's really bad luck for me to commit suicide."

Before passing out, I heard a curse.

When he woke up again, he would be locked in this room, beaten and scolded by this person.

He had heard from his master that there is no distinction between high and low Mohists in the world, they are as close as a family of brothers and sisters.

But the Mohists in this capital are not only not close, they seem to have enmity.

And no matter how you look at it, you don't look like an ink artist.

He also said that he was defeated, how could he be defeated?

Gao Xiaoliu looked at the actor from Jiaozhou, groaned, and said: "The head of the sect is dead, and the elder is also dead. Before he died, a black order was issued, and the disciples dispersed, so naturally they fell."

The player on the bed stood up abruptly.

He huddled up on the bed like a child, but the moment he stood up, his figure suddenly grew bigger, tall and thin, he turned out to be an adult, not shorter than Gao Xiaoliu.

"You are talking nonsense!" he yelled, "Master said that this family will not be broken up."

The master endured hardships but lived happily all his life. He has always regarded the sect as his family, because he has a family and is not lonely or widowed: "So don't be afraid, we have a family in this world, and we have family members."

Although he has never seen this family, he already considers himself a member of this family. How could this family disappear?

This actor's sudden change will be startling.

Zhike and Gao Xiaoliu had nothing on their expressions.

Bone shrinkage.

That's why he was able to sneak into the Huixian Building through the narrow doors and windows, curled up under Liu Xiucai's desk, and when he was drinking tea with his head up, he crawled out and strangled him like a snake.

There are a lot of strange people in the school, Zhike Gao Xiaoliu is not surprised, and he doesn't care about his gaffe.

When they heard the news, they were even worse than this actor, Gao Xiaoliu lowered his eyes.

"I can't afford to talk nonsense to you." He said, stood up and walked out, waving his hands vigorously, "It's really bad luck, delaying my gambling and making a fortune."

Zhike has already taken a step ahead, stretched out his hand and opened the door, the hustle and bustle outside the door instantly filled the sky like a tide, mixed with flickering lights, and there were figures in the lights, waving chips in front of the table, getting rich overnight and getting rich overnight. Lost money.

"I don't believe it!" the bone shrinking actor hissed.

The uproar engulfed his voice, Gao Xiaoliu went out, and the door was closed.

Gao Xiaoliu walked in the noisy casino with his hands in his hands, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"There is nothing unbelievable, the laws of heaven and the law of life, life and death." He said.

Zhike followed behind him without saying a word, but suddenly thought of something.

"However, apart from this actor from the East Hall who suddenly appeared, there was also some movement in the West Hall."

The Momen is divided into five schools in the southeast, northwest, and middle school according to the region. The elders are in charge of one side, and the sub-schools are in charge of the hall master.

Gao Xiaoliu stopped, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What happened? They also came to the capital to kill people?"

Zhike hurriedly said: "No, they just came to ask for news about the capital."

The news in the door is well-connected. In the past, the churches took the initiative to upload the news of local trends. After they separated five years ago, this matter naturally stopped.

However, five years have passed, and it is not surprising that the living people who are carefully hiding want to inquire about the news.

What about scouting for news?
After inquiring about the news, I know that some idiots have attracted the attention of the government. For the sake of safety, let's continue to hide and survive.

"Take a good look at that actor." Gao Xiaoliu said.

Zhike responded yes.

Gao Xiaoliu flicked his hand, raised the corners of his mouth and eyebrows, and rushed towards the nearest gambling table.

"Rang Rang, sixth master, here I come—"

(End of this chapter)