Purgatory Artist

Desolate wind and cold rain.

On the cliff.

A fierce man in ragged clothes walked away with a stick and shouted:

"The dragon is wagging its tail, the tiger is in the sky, and the bear king sledgehammer!"

The iron rod danced continuously, breaking the rocks on the mountain in three consecutive strokes, making noises.

The big man lost his iron rod, and put his posture on the spot, saying, "Ha—hey!"

He waved his fists like a madman, struck out a long stroke, panting, and knelt down on the ground.

"Little brother, that's all I know, please spare my life."

The big man kowtow repeatedly.

Liu Ping stood aside, pondered for a moment and said: "Your stick art was invented by yourself in the chaos?"

"Yes." The big man said.

"The boxing technique is not bad, it can be seen that it is a move that has undergone some evolution, but I don't think you have finished the move, the righteousness of your boxing is not exhausted, do you have a private possession?" Liu Ping said.

The big man shivered in fright, and said repeatedly: "Brother, I learned this set of boxing from a teacher in the past. If I don't want to learn half of boxing, the master was killed by a cult person. I ran away and left. Half a set of boxing is not learned."

Liu Ping said, "How long have you been a robber?"

The big man sighed and said, "I fled to a village and worked for people with a lot of strength to make a living. I was settled for a year or two. Unexpectedly, a cult came to slaughter the village again half a month ago."

"I ran out of the village all the way out of the village with my palm alone, and ran into this group of people halfway and tried each other's skills. They said that I could eat this meal, so they forced me into the group and were sent to play as a striker, wanting to seize your stockade. "

Liu Ping smiled and said: "In the previous match, I realized that your martial arts was the strongest, but I didn't intend to kill me. Every time I hesitated, I saved your life."

The big man didn't speak, just kept kowtow.

Liu Ping said: "I have something to think about. You bury these people first, and then we will talk about the stop."

When the big man saw him saying this, he knew that he had survived, and he was overjoyed.

"Yes! Yes! I'll just bury them."

He stood up from the ground, glanced at the corpses all over the floor, and shuddered again.

——The bandit vanguard of more than a dozen people, strong and strong, rounded up a teenager, but was killed by all the teenagers.

From the time the boy picked up the knife, something went wrong.

When fighting against each other, with a novel smile on his face, he shuttled back and forth in the crowd, commenting on the opponent's moves from time to time.

But every time his knife slashed out, it would definitely kill one person.

——Like a devil who reaps human heads.

The big man suppressed the fear in his heart, worked hard to dig the pit, piled all the corpses into it, and then set up a grave bag.

At this time the rain stopped, and the wind in the mountains was as cold as a knife.

The young man stared at the mountain stream blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The big man hesitated for a few breaths, and finally suppressed the idea of ​​grabbing the horse and running away, knelt down beside the boy again, and said:

"Little brother, they are all buried."

"Oh."

The boy looked back at the tomb bag and praised: "The dead are exposed to the wilderness, and they are so close to our village. If the plague spreads, it will not be good. You can help me solve a big problem."

"Please spare my life, little brother." The big man kowtowed.

"By the way, did you have a name for the half set of boxing?" the boy asked.

"Master said it is called Xueyongquan."

"Why is it called this name?"

"The master said that he didn't know, maybe it meant that the blood must be seen."

Liu Ping laughed and said: "This boxing technique has a little effect on transporting vitality and blood. The main purpose should be to strengthen the body, so it is called Xueyongquan."

The big man Mumu stared at the young man in a daze, thinking that he had learned the boxing technique for ten years, fighting with people with the idea of ​​"you must see blood", but the young man said that the main purpose of this boxing technique is to strengthen the body. Believe him.

The boy took a few steps and said in a low voice: "I just thought about it. Your boxing technique mainly carries 36 weeks of blood. The moves you can only have 21 days. If you want to complete it, there will be The next few tricks should work like this."

He opened his boxing frame, and struck out the twelve poses after three or five breaths, and stopped and stood still.

"Ah!" the big man yelled out aloud.

"What?" the boy asked.

The big man burst into tears and choked up: "My Master—Master his old man used to fight like that back then, but unfortunately I didn't learn it. Now I remember it."

The boy nodded and took a few more steps, his hand movements kept changing, and he gradually reborn from the previous set of "Blood Surge Fist" and punched a completely different set of fists.

The big man stared at the side, his eyes widened, he only felt that he could not stop any blow from the opponent at all.

"What kind of boxing is this?" He couldn't help asking.

Juvenile said: "Blood surge boxing method is good for strengthening the body, but my situation is probably not too good, so I used it to evolve a set of martial arts method to kill the enemy."

He closed his fist and turned to look at the man and said:

"You helped me bury the corpse. As a reward, I can teach you this set of special killing techniques, or pass on to you half of the'Blood Surge Fist' that was lost from your teacher-you choose."

The big man said without hesitation: "Please pass on my master's boxing technique to me, and I will repay you as a cow and a horse in the next life."

"Good temperament-but your skill, I am afraid that the inheritance of the division will be cut off in the troubled times." Liu Ping said.

The big man was blessed to the soul for a moment, and kowtowed and said: "Please accept me to serve, and I will do my best."

"What's your name?"

"Xu Sheng."

"Xu Sheng, I am Liu Ping, follow me back to the village."

"Yes."

The two took the horses, collected the knives and weapons from the bandits, and drove down the mountain together.

About half an hour.

Liu Ping and Xu Sheng drove the horses back to the stockade.

Xu Sheng looked around and saw that the entire stockade was sparsely populated, with only a few old, weak, sick and disabled.

Several old people gathered water in a water scoop and were drinking.

"It's rootless water!"

Xu Sheng's eyes beamed.

A woman limped forward and handed Liu Ping a scoop of water. Liu Ping took it and handed it to Xu Sheng. After he groaned and drank it dry, she asked, "You don’t have rootless water to drink. ?"

"The plague is rampant, and it hasn't rained for too long. We can only drink the wild stream-after the last time we drank it, eight people died of illness." Xu Sheng said.

"That's why you came to robbery?" Liu Ping asked.

"I only knew when I became a bandit that even bandits can't survive these years." Xu Sheng smiled bitterly.

The woman seemed to be the host of the stockade, looking at Xu Sheng warily:

"Liu Ping, this person is—"

Liu Ping recalled the message that came out of his mind, and said with a smile: "Aunt Wu don't have to worry, he is a friend I met when I was studying abroad, and he helped me fight the bandits together just now."

The expressions of the women and the old people eased.

"Since you are your partner in art studies, please come and have a meal together." Aunt Wu greeted.

Xu Sheng looked around and whispered: "Are the men and women of your stockade on the battlefield?"

"Inevitable." Liu Ping said.

According to memory, the humans in this world have been defeated continuously, and now they have had to conscript all the men and women of the prime of life on the battlefield.

As for the enemy--

It is a kind of evil human beings. They believe in a certain sect, and no longer pretend to be human, and they are determined to destroy the entire human race.

Liu Ping and Xu Sheng looked around.

——The sky is getting dark, but there is no igniting light.

Xu Sheng sighed and said, "The evil cult forces people too much."

Liu Ping recalled one more thing.

After the cult appeared, they threatened that anyone who dared to use fire would be brutally tortured and killed by them——

They have always done this.

Over time, no one dared to set fire to these remote mountain villages and countryside not sheltered by cities.

Liu Ping meditated: "Without fire, there will be no cooked food and boiling water. People will easily get sick, and they will easily lose strength. Without fire, there will be no iron smelting. This is also the reason why people in various villages are gradually disappearing and unable to resist cults."

He glanced at Xu Sheng.

Xu Sheng lowered his voice and said: "I have a fire accident, but no one in the entire band of bandits dares to use fire."

"Huozhezi bring it."

"Give."

Liu Ping took the Huozhezi and was about to use it, but was stopped by the woman on the side.

"Liu Ping--" Aunt Wu said worriedly.

"Tomorrow the robbers attack the village, tonight we will eat cooked food and drink boiling water." Liu Ping said.

Robbers will die when they attack, and cults will die when they attack. It is better to have a good meal first and fight to the death with strength.

Aunt Wu sighed and stopped talking.

Xu Sheng whispered: "You are far away from the front line. Not many people can infiltrate the cult, so don't worry about them for the time being."

He deliberately spoke in a loud voice so that the old, weak, sick and disabled all around him could hear clearly.

Many people have their throats rolling and their eyes shining.

"Then have a good meal." Liu Ping smiled.

He blew the fire fold ablaze.

The next moment.

The water tree floating in the air opened his eyes and said softly: "Fire is the border between life and death, purification, sublimation, destruction and rebirth-it is here!"

Liu Ping felt something ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and looked at Huo Zhezi in his hand.

I saw an eye appearing in the flame and gave him a fixed look.

Liu Ping can feel the emotion passed by the other party--

It is some kind of approval and expectation.

Mizuki chuckled and said, "It seems that its power is being annihilated, so even the little bit of hope your human race brings can attract its attention.

The next moment.

That eye is gone.

Fire is still fire, burning quietly in the dark.

A line of burning small characters quickly emerged:

"The law of fire inspires you, and your power will be protected by flames."