Chapter 34 The Balanced-Minded Captors
Chapter 34 – The Sheriffs with a Balanced Mind
The seventh day of October, morning.
Sun sheriff: “Since he is proficient in sword, fist and lightweight, he must not be good at legwork, I’ll go up and spar with him on legwork, I should be able to win handily, all of you and be at ease!”
One incense stick later, Sheriff Sun lost and broke his leg!
Noon.
Sheriff Li: “Since he knows sword, fist, light and leg techniques, he doesn’t know palm techniques, does he? I’ll try.”
One incense stick later, Sheriff Li is defeated! Arm broken, true qi disorganized, like a lost dog!
Afternoon.
Young constable: “This is a difficult problem, legs, swords, fists, palms, lightweight, this kid is at least a xiaoyana entry, that can only be compared to the sword, my sword law is unique, still have a few certainties!”
The young constable was defeated! Three swords in his body! His life hangs in the balance!
October 8th, morning.
Elderly constable: “Since his boxing, kicking and sword skills …… forget it, I’d better not go, I’m not sure!”
“How can Constable Xing be so timid, across the board we have tried it once, your three finger bombing he can’t always know it again, what are you afraid of?”
“That’s right! You can’t raise the mountain bandits’ spirits and destroy the government’s prestige! We’re watching you!”
“If that’s the case, then I’ll reluctantly give him a try!”
After the burning of an incense stick, the old constable lost, hit by three finger bombs, three broken ribs, spit out three liters of blood and returned.
Autumn color is thicker, the mountain scenery, adding a few minutes of silence, as a group of constables and constables mood.
However, the constable’s mentality at this time is very balanced, defeated in the hands of a mountain bandit boy’s sense of shame have disappeared a lot.
After all, it’s really hard to describe and communicate with each other without suffering from a lack of equality!
As things developed to this point, the thought of rescuing Miss Su instead faded, and the thoughts of the constables were uncontrollably placed on Xin Zhuo’s body.
If originally, it was just that the kid’s sword technique was divine, then now it felt a bit demonic!
A sixteen year old teenager, all kinds of gongfu are all good, the key is that in addition to Chen Jing’s boxing, the remaining five constables’ techniques, he will be, skilled entry is also exactly the same, and even let a few constables have a kind of themselves and their own fight feeling.
The difference is that the little thief’s heart is really mellow, domineering and long, otherwise simple competition, who loses and who wins is not certain.
So, is this coincidence, or what?
“This kid …… won’t be a demon, right? What I, what we know, what he knows, not too high, not too low, just about equal.”
Young constable lying on the stretcher, look incomparably serious said, “drums and drums equivalent” four words bite very heavy. As if in addition to the word “monster”, there is no other explanation.
“There’s a problem with the origin of his martial arts!”
Yuan Mo’er held her chest with difficulty and coughed lightly, “It’s impossible for the thief’s fortress to have so many kung fu books, and his age doesn’t support him to learn them one by one, could it be that old thief Xin Ao Tian personally taught him? The old thief is obsessed with martial arts, he loves to find people to spar and fight one on one, my family ancestor has fought with him, and it is said that Sheriff Chen’s master has also fought with him.”
“Not true! Although Old Thief Xin is keen on sparring, he doesn’t go so far as to do the same thing as the other, this is the skill of the Taiping Palace Patriarchs, and it’s unlikely that those who sparred would have passed it on to him!”
Chen Jing pressed his chest and said, “Old man Xin actually has a very humble origin, and his roots and bones are average, the lord of custody in the capital had traced the origin of old thief Xin in detail, and found out that he came from the capital, a slave, never married in his life, born in martial arts, and died in martial arts!”
“Never married in his life, then where did Xin Zhuo come from?” Elderly constable was surprised.
Chen Jing slightly frowned: “This Xin Zhuo identity is odd, when he was three years old Xin old thief brought him to the mountain, claiming to the outside world that he is his own grandson, the result is that Xin old thief is rude, obese as a bear, Xin Zhuo on the contrary, he was born with a long, handsome and delightful body.
But these are not the point, I have some doubts, Xin Zhuo is Mr. Dongfang’s student! After all, he is also a scholar!”
The crowd of sheriffs could not help but look at each other in disbelief, Mr. Dongfang was the owner of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, and the most senior husband, no one had ever seen him, and he was said to be very mysterious and in an unfathomable realm.
The young constable nodded his head, self-compassionate: “If so, it is also good to explain, Mr. Dongfang studied the heavenly, I and other public constable’s martial arts is in fact also general, people learn to go, can also understand.”
Yuan Mo’er snorted: “Mr. Dongfang will not teach a mountain bandit student?”
“This ……”
The sheriffs were speechless, indeed, listening to the elders at home, the Autumn Palace Pavilion aspires to pacify the world, if there are students who are mountain thieves, what else is there to pacify the world?
“Right!”
Yuan Mo’er said: “Why made such a big commotion, the Water Moon nuns and the Autumn Palace Pavilion did not come forward?”
Chen Jing let out a bitter smile: “I learned a few days ago from an incense burner that the Autumn Palace Pavilion and Water Moon Nunnery don’t know what’s going on, and the Wuni and the students are in a hot fight, so how can they care about the mountain thieves?”
A group of constables once again looked at each other in disbelief, the scholar and nuns fought? If it was reported to the officials, to whom should it be directed?
“Constables!”
Right at this moment, a constable hurriedly came to report: “Mr. Murong and Mr. Good Learning, they are almost here!”
……
Volsung Walled City.
Inside the room, Xin Zhuo looked at the Moonwatcher’s Well, as many as twelve sacrificial spirits, and a large list of feats, and fell into deep thought.
In addition to the sword, fist and mind techniques, which were adapted and mutated from the Moonwatch Well, and had a certain advantage over the enemy, the others were purely direct seizing, very general and too refuted, the only advantage was that, like an arm, it could be performed at will. These completely different moves, also can be fused, but he felt that there is no need to rush, used to fight with people vegetative, undead kind, or good.
The realm was the most pressing matter!
Currently, he had reached the sixth of seven into the sub-seventh grade.
Only one foot short of the door!
However, it is said that the highest realm under the mountain constable, there are only six, on the contrary, have come up.
Next, is to send out nine realm ordinary constables? One of the seventy-two into the sub-seventh rank?
Or those on the note are coming up?
If the next person is unwilling to obediently submit, proposed other ways to rescue Su Miaojin, or hard to hold on to the rolling knife?
At this time there was a vague sound of a pleasant musical instrument playing outside.
Xin Zhuo got up and pulled open the door of the room, outside the waiting Huang Dagui carrying a sword, one-eyed Cheng Liang, a face of flattery to come up.
“What are your orders, Mr. Big Boss?”
In the past few days, the loyalty of the thieves to Big Boss has changed from quantitative to qualitative, this has nothing to do with the identity of Big Boss, it is purely about the worship of the masters.
Xin Zhuo looked towards the place where the instrument was sounding: “Who is playing the zither?”
Huang Dagui grinned: “The pressurized lady! Just finished washing the clothes and brushing the dishes, she insisted on going to play the pipa, Qiniang accompanied her.”
Xin Zhuo had nodded and looked towards the sound of the pipa.
The west side of the fortress has a piece of open space, a lot of dwarf pines, six or seven earth bags between the pine forests, the soil is new, there is a pavilion on one side, said pavilion, in fact, it is built by thatch, tree trunks, somewhat similar to the Guaian.
Han Qiniang is kneeling at a larger grave, burning hand-cut paper money.
It was the grave of her grandfather, Xin Aotian.
Su Miaojin, on the other hand, was sitting in a pavilion playing the pipa, her body soft, her slender hand gently plucking ……
Only, Xin Zhuo felt that this kind of grave playing the lute was more or less a bit out of place and awkward.
He walked to the grave and also burned a few paper money before asking, “Does she know that this is a graveyard?”
“I’m not sure if she knows.” Han Qiniang thought for a moment, “Probably not, where would a daughter of a rich family ever see a grave?”
Makes sense.
Xin Zhuo looked at the grave for a while, wondering if his grandfather’s formidable life had ended so hastily, was he willing to do so?
Walked into the pavilion, sitting on one side, looking at the side of the clouds and mist amiably deep abyss, listening to the beautiful people playing like running water, but also have a different flavor.
Su Miaojin glanced at him, her face was complicated, her desire to survive had already disappeared a little bit with the great defeat of the six constables.
She never thought that just once she was robbed, she would meet a demonic young man that the six constables could not deal with.
With thoughts in her mind, her hand played unavoidably slower.
Xin Zhuo surprised: “Why do not continue to play?”
To play or not to play? Play for him to hear?
Su Miao Jin was unwilling to meet his eyes, holding the pipa and half covering her face, silent for a while, simply continued to play.
Play for yourself to listen to, to this heart of sadness.
How do you know Xin Zhuo first froze looking at her, and then relieved general, hands pillow, boredom read.
“…… Judas pipa half cover face.
……
The big strings are as noisy as the rapid rain, the small strings are as cutting as whispers.
Cacophony of noises and cuts misplayed, big pearls and small pearls fall from a jade disk ……
So wet! It fits the scene!”
Han Qiniang who burns paper turns her head in surprise, the big boss has composed a poem again?
Su Miao Jin stared at Xin Zhuo in a daze, the whole person was infatuated, this is a wonderful poem, the formation is neat, the level is measured, it is a masterpiece.
It was actually something she had never heard of before.
Judas Pipa, is it about me?
The big strings are noisy like the rapid rain …… The small strings are cut like whispers …… The noisy and cut are wrongly played …… The big pearls fall from the jade plate… …
With these few lines alone, there will be no more pipa poems in the world.
This little thief good literary talent, but …… what is the thick loneliness on his face? At such a young age, with such outstanding martial arts skills, shouldn’t he be happy with his life and be proud of himself?
“The big boss, below came a big group of people, there is a little white man up, a yo-yo, look so arrogant!”
At this time, Huang Dagui came running wildly, breaking the silence.
Xin Zhuo immediately got up, eyes bright: “Dry!”
(End of chapter)