Abandoned Master's Cultivation

It was as like as two peas of a polished black knives, which looked very ordinary, just like the fighting dagger in the army, but the flickering edge of the blade was shining with cold, and the blood trough in the middle was very deep.

Jiang Wuchen also noticed that at the place where the blade is connected with the handle, there is a traditional character engraved: Ling.

Similar to this dagger, Jiang Wuchen saw it in his own house many years ago. It was the dagger of aunt Jiang Baoling. He was arrogant and uninhibited. He stole the dagger to scare his classmates and killed a chicken with it.

It's very sharp. Once the knife goes down, it cuts off the chicken's neck, and the blood shoots out. The picture is still fresh in my memory after many years.

The lame boss regarded the dagger as a treasure and said to the landlady with some disgust: "don't touch my things in the future!"

"Oh, you son of a bitch! Do you think I want to take it? It's not..." the landlady looked out.

These days, the couple's life is not satisfactory. It sounds from his accent that the child is ill and sees a doctor in Yuanshan hospital. If it doesn't matter, the cost is not low.

In addition, with the demolition, marshal Wei outside probably came more than once. If she didn't think of being desperate, the landlady wouldn't have secretly tucked a knife in her body.

"Boss, can I have a look?" said Jiang Wuchen.

Lame boss was stunned and immediately shook his head, "what are you looking at? Let's go!"

"I seem to have a dagger in your hand many years ago, but I don't know if it's the same." Jiang Wuchen said, "don't make me curious. Just take a look. I won't take it away."

The boss shook his head, "No."

The landlady spat, "turtle sun, stubborn donkey!"

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "this was originally an ordinary folding sabre, but... There is a Ling character engraved on it, it's not ordinary."

The lame boss sighed, and a touch of regret and helplessness flashed on his face. Immediately, he smiled bitterly, "it's just a knife..." and threw it to Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen reaches for it.

Starting with the folding knife, he suddenly felt different. If he expected, this is not an ordinary military knife. The knife is extremely heavy. This is the result of the blade made of high-quality tungsten steel through repeated tempering.

Jiang Wuchen noticed that there was an almost invisible fuzzy font engraved on the handle of the knife. It was a Jiang character, which he left behind.

When he stole his sister-in-law's knife and wanted to take it as his own, he scribbled on it. Later, his sister-in-law found him and scolded him. He almost got beaten and was still robbed.

This matter is still fresh in Jiang Wuchen's memory.

He gently pressed the tension spring, and with a bang, the blade was thrown out. The cold light was still, the blood was pressing, and gave off a cold feeling.

"Finished? Give it back to me," said the lame boss.

Jiang Wuchen closed the knife, "you came out of the Jiaolong special team..."

The lame boss shook his head, "no, I'm in the rocket army. I used to call the second artillery."

Jiang Wuchen said, "this is what you have long thought up in your heart. Do you know Jiang Baoling?"

The lame boss trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes moved inadvertently, "I don't know."

"It's a shame to lie as a soldier."

"That's treating superiors!"

"Hehe, you admit it by saying this. What's your name?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

The lame boss didn't say anything. The landlady hurriedly said, "Cao Rui!"

"Oh, so... You are Cao Rui." Jiang Wuchen smiled.

The lame boss was stunned. The three women next to him looked at Jiang Wuchen blankly, "uncle, don't you know?"

"Well, yes, strictly speaking, I know him, but he doesn't know me. I've seen his literary talent in those years..." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

Several women didn't understand. The lame boss's face suddenly turned red. He seemed a little shy and unbearable. He said, "don't say it."

"Shut up!" the landlady shouted, "what do you mean, make it clear."

Jiang Wuchen smiled sweetly, "you are my aunt's soldier."

The lame boss dare not deny it. Since Jiang Wuchen came in and said the Jiaolong special team just now, he has a strange favor. Otherwise, he won't make him the supreme version of fried noodles and super Mao xuewang.

"Cao Rui, fourth sergeant, I remember you were a peacekeeper in Africa, didn't you?" said Jiang Wuchen.

The landlady said strangely, "how do you know?"

This Cao Rui wrote love letters to Jiang Baoling more than once about ten years ago. Jiang Baoling was not at home, and all the letters were received by Jiang Wuchen.

At that time, Jiang Wuchen was twelve or thirteen years old, which was the age of curiosity. Naturally, he opened his eyes.

Cao Rui has no culture. His handwriting is very bad, but he reveals the truth every sentence. There are also sentences copied from books and several photos of him in Africa.

Jiang Wuchen, the character in the photo, has blurred his memory, but he remembers the love letter. Because he taunted his aunt about it, he was beaten by her

In the Jiang family, few dare to beat him. My aunt is the most violent one. The relationship between the two is the best except with Jiang Zongcheng.

"When did your leg happen?" Jiang Wuchen asked. Cao Rui is a veteran and has gone abroad to perform tasks. It should not be difficult to stay in the army. I'm afraid he withdrew only after his leg was injured.

"When I was on a mission in Africa, hey, stop talking. Is captain Jiang okay?" Cao Rui's voice was a little hoarse.

At this moment, Jiang Wuchen can understand Cao Rui's mood. This guy dares to write a love letter to his aunt, which shows his confidence in those years. I'm afraid he is also a king of soldiers in the army.

Now, when he falls into this field, he and Jiang Baoling live day by day. The past is forever past, but tomorrow is so bleak. I'm afraid he is disappointed.

"I haven't seen her for several years. It should be good. I haven't heard any bad news." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

Just then, there were a lot of dazzling lights shining in, followed by the sound of sirens and the sound of getting out of the car slamming the door.

"Let's go. They're coming. They'll talk about the old days another day," Cao Rui said.

Jiang Wuchen smiled, "how can I go at this time? You are my aunt's soldier. She said that one day you are my soldier and one of my people all her life, so it is difficult for her team to enter. After entering, it is also a narrow life and is absolutely protected.

Unfortunately, she's not here now, but it doesn't matter. I'll protect you. "

"You?" Cao Rui squeezed out a smile on his face. With the smile, the wound moved, and he bared his teeth in pain.

There was a dense sound of footsteps outside, as well as the hissing noise of a large number of steel pipes dragging the floor, followed by the clang of the stove being overturned.

"Paralyzed, these bastards..." the landlady caught Cao Rui. "You go, I'll deal with them. You're a man. They beat you. I'm a woman. They can't beat me."