lethal arsenal

Chapter 4 The Story of Selling Horses
"Old ancestor, the third master was beaten unconscious."

Some of Liu San's helpers carried it to a plaster shop. On the door plaque was written the words "Liu Ji Han Fang Plaster Shop".

Don't get me wrong, what's sold here are plasters, not normal medicine.

The shop is small, and there are mainly three kinds of medicinal materials in it, one is Niuhu Zhuanggu Paste, the second is Guiling Paste, and the third is Fulu Paste, which is banned by the government.

It can be seen that the owner of this shop is not a good person.

It's the afternoon now, and there are quite a few people coming and going to get anointed with phlox.

The owner of the plaster shop is also there.

A group of helpers carried Liu San in, bowed their heads and called out to the ancestors.

"What are you panicking about, tell the story a little bit."

The owner of the museum gave birth to a monkey face, thin and tall, shaped like a pole.

He was well dressed, with two thorns hanging from his waist, and tiger leather gloves. He was not a good match at first sight.

At the moment, a group of gangsters described Ma Xinyi and Lin Dong as arrogant and domineering, like a dragon crossing a river.

"You said they not only refused to sell the horse, but beat the man?"

The owner of the museum raised his eyebrows, and his face was filled with fierceness.

The one standing in front of the crowd didn't look like a person, but rather a big-faced monkey with an extremely fierce appearance that jumped out of the forest.

"Yes, old man."

The people below replied tremblingly.

Knowing what kind of character Liu San is, the host changed his tone in vain, but asked again: "What is the negotiated price?"

In front of this person, the helpers did not dare to hide anything and told the truth.

"20 taels of silver? The price Liu San quoted is not low, okay, let's go and see."

While speaking, the owner went straight to the backyard of the store.

The profit of more than a hundred taels of silver is worth his shot once.

After a while, the owner of the pavilion came out from the backyard with his hands behind his back.

Behind him was a big horse monkey, which looked like a human being walking, sitting and lying down, and was also big, as tall as half a human.

The temples all over the body are black and shiny, and the monkey's face is also painted with colorful paints. From a distance, it looks like a fierce god.

After all the preparations, the group of people went out looking for trouble.

The lens turns.

"It looks like it's going to rain today, how are we going to spend the night?"

Lin Dong squatted beside the pillar with a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, and kept adjusting the rhythm of his breathing while talking. Ma Xinyi just taught him a breathing method. He didn't mention the name, but said it was passed down from the Hunan Army.

Follow this training to strengthen your body.

Lin Dong tried it, and after a while, he really felt his body warm up.

I feel warm all over and feel energetic about doing everything.

Immediately, he practiced according to this breathing method.

"What else can I do, I have to go back to the Temple of the Kitchen God. You and I have two idlers, but they can't last for a few days. With this little money, not to mention staying in a hotel, eating a few more bowls of big meat is not enough."

Ma Xinyi's eyes were gloomy, scanning the passers-by.

War horses are valuable items, and no one seems to be able to afford them in the mule and horse market.

Of course, it is also possible that because of the power of the gangsters just now, even if someone really planned to buy a horse, they would not dare to come to us.

"Brother, do you have any other martial arts cheats, teach me too."

Lin Dong asked enthusiastically. The sweat on his forehead was not hot, but the heat brought out by his breathing.

"Every sect has its own sect, and its names are very famous. In fact, there are only a few training methods. The "Chi You Dalian" circulated in the Hunan Army is considered brilliant. If you say that it is the fighting style that really determines the level of martial arts. Every family has their own secrets. I can't teach you this. My fighting style is summed up from life-and-death fighting.

Ma Xinyi explained that practicing martial arts was nothing in his mouth, the real ones were those officials who killed people without blood, they needed to be knowledgeable, capable and capable, and some were fluent in foreign languages.

What he admired from the bottom of his heart were Yuan, Zeng, Li, Hu, the masters who turned the tide.

"Mr. Zeng is especially good at knowing people's faces. No matter what kind of wolf, insect, tiger or leopard is in this world, he can't escape his eyes."

"No matter how big the world is, it is just a small pond."

He told Lin Dong what he had seen and heard, but Lin Dong didn't like to hear these things. He just kept asking: "Brother, since there are martial arts in this world, how do you describe the level of martial arts? For example, is there any distinction between first-rank and second-rank realms?"

Ma Xinyi shook his head and laughed.

"There is a level in the training method, and there is no fixed number for the strength of the fighting method. There are four major training methods in the training method, skin, muscles, bones, and blood. One layer of skin, one layer of flesh, one layer of muscles and bones, and one layer of blood. I am currently in the stage of blood training. In the world of martial arts, I can be called a master.

However, what's the use of working hard for twenty years?One or two lead bullets can't kill me, but once the artillery is fired, there will be no scum left. The weapons of the foreigners are the key to leading this world of great controversy. "

Ma Xinyi said in a few words, wanting to give Lin Dong some advice.

Since the start of the Westernization Movement, the world has changed with each passing day. Even an old zombie who is thousands of miles away from the red land, or a demon god like a drought man, can be smashed to pieces after a few rounds of red-clothed cannons.

Mountains can be flattened, and ghosts and gods will have soft knees when they come.

It's just that Lin Dong's interest in guns from later generations is definitely not as good as martial arts.

"Master realm, training blood?"

He muttered, "I don't know how long it will take me to become a martial arts master."

"You, your aptitude is not bad, but it's too late to practice martial arts. I guess it will take at least eleven or twelve years."

Ma Xinyi teased.

"Eleven or twelve years?"

Lin Dong smiled and said to himself, brother, I have something to worry about.

"Just looking at the outside, how can you tell if a person is a martial arts master?"

Lin Dong asked again, looking like a curious baby.

"I want to know, look there!"

Ma Xinyi pointed out with a dignified expression.

Lin Dong looked in the direction pointed by his hand, and a group of people were menacing.

The leader had fierce eyes, was extremely tall, had sinister eyebrows, sharp mouthed monkey cheeks, and his face made it difficult to guess his age. Behind him was a horse monkey with bared teeth and a shape like a ghost.

"The visitor is not good."

Lin Dong spat out the dog's tail grass, and lifted the Jiuhuan knife.

"Dare to ask who Fang Sheng hurt my great-great-grandson, Liu San."

The leader is naturally the owner of the Hanfang plaster shop, the old ancestor that the gangs talk about.

This person has a very high seniority.

In fact, when he spoke, he revealed a breath that sounded like a middle-aged man.

"This old man is very polite. The two of us are traveling through the treasure land, and we have exhausted all our money. We just want to sell our horses to save some travel expenses. However, Mr. Liu San in your place, the oppression is too much, and we can't bear it."

There were nails in Ma Xinyi's words, and he still had a short spear hanging from his waist. When it really got into trouble, killing people was just a matter of poking.

"That one can't bear it anymore. I see that the smell of corpses on the two of them is very strong. The two military masters must have just retreated from the battlefield. This horse is also a good horse in the battlefield. Anyway, I have a good relationship with you today. If you keep the horse, I can give you a way out."

The curator said arrogantly.

The monkey behind him opened its mouth wide, revealing its sharp white teeth.

Several other young people also gathered around.

"and many more."

Lin Dong suddenly called out.

The group of people looking for trouble looked at each other, unable to figure out what the young swordsman meant.

Could it be that he wants to surrender and hand over his horse?

The vendors in this market saw the fight, they were frightened and fled in all directions.

After the people around had dispersed, Lin Dong straightened his expression: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters are not easy for anyone, let them take the lead."

"So I'm still a Bodhisattva, but I don't know if I can dig out your relics by digging open your stomach."

The owner of the museum spoke in a very vicious way, and waved his hand.

All the gangsters, together with the monkey, came up to attack.

"Brother, I'm about to draw my sword!"

Lin Dong's face sank like water.

"Life and death, don't hold back."

Ma Xinyi opened his mouth and exhaled white air, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, he drew out his short spear with his backhand, and when the words fell, a black shadow rushed to him, and the wind covered his face.

(End of this chapter)