This killer is too stable

Zhang San began to doubt life this morning.

First of all, the first point is that because I have practiced lightness kung fu to the sky level, I made the behavior of talking to the target.

Well, after all, it is a lightness skill of the heaven rank, so it's fine if it's a bit floating, just pay attention to it in the future.

The second point is that after reading medical books for so many years, I can't cure my mental illness.

Well, I admit it, it is a disease after all.

The third point is that for the sake of money, I somehow took advantage of my stable career.

If Song Tianxing came to him, wouldn't he be dead?

The fourth point, well, it's just for the sake of money, I took in an eight-year-old apprentice.But before the master called, he fell asleep at night and stabbed himself!

If it weren't for his iron cloth shirt's amazing skills, an ordinary person might have lost blood to death.

Zhang San questioned his stable killer career, can he really continue to be stable?

While bandaging himself, Zhang San thought to himself, "My biggest wish in my life, Zhang San, is to be a killer who can sneak through his old age. It is best to be like Master, who can still eat chicken legs every day when he is old. The kind that chokes to death.”

However, he looked at Wang Xiaoer who lowered his head in front of him.

Zhang San said, he couldn't have waited until then, and he would be beaten to death by this little kid!

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Although it was morning, the doors and windows of the painting and calligraphy shop were still closed. Zhang San sat on a fake sandalwood chair and looked coldly at Wang Xiaoer who was kneeling on the ground.

The eight-year-old child has been kneeling on the ground for half an hour.

Anyone who sees this scene will inevitably feel pity.

Of course, the premise is that the "whoever" doesn't know, this eight-year-old kid stabbed his master with a knife last night, and he has not yet performed the ceremony of apprenticeship.

Zhang San's upper body was naked, and several layers of bandages were tightly wrapped around his waist, but blood was still visible on the left side of his waist and abdomen, presumably the wound was there.

While supporting the wound, while weighing his black iron knife, Zhang San looked at Wang Xiaoer coldly, but did not speak.

Wang Xiaoer only felt the pain in his knees, but seeing that he, the 'Master', didn't say a word, Wang Xiaoer didn't dare to stand up, so he said, "Master, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Zhang San laughed back angrily, and said, "Farewell, I haven't performed the teacher's ceremony yet, and I'm not your master. Besides, how can I be so lucky to have such an outstanding apprentice like you? Give me a knife."

Wang Xiaoer said aggrievedly, "Master, didn't you say that there is no apprentice ceremony in our sect, and I also have a reason."

Zhang San said angrily, "I haven't even started yet, so give me a knife in the stomach first, and after entering the door, do you still want to give me a knife in my neck?"

"..." Wang Xiaoer knelt down, then silently pinched his earlobe with both hands, this is what he looked like when he and his mother admitted their mistakes.

Zhang San looked funny, but he couldn't really laugh, and said coldly, "Then tell me, I'm also curious, what made you stab me."

Wang Xiaoer put down his right hand, scratched his head with his left hand, and said, "Well...the main reason is that my mother said that I would send 800 taels of apprenticeship ceremony."

Zhang San wondered, "What's the matter? Back then, the Baidao Xinghai Sect accepted disciples from outside sects. In addition to accepting the ceremony, those elders also secretly received red envelopes. My decent iron cloth shirt and Bai Hefei's two martial arts are no better than their Xinghai Sect. Difference."

Wang Xiaoer said, "Master, you have to know, I am still eight years old, how can I know so much about what martial arts are good in the world and what are not."

On the contrary, Zhang San was educated, and asked angrily, "And then?"

Wang Xiaoer took it for granted, "So, Master, we have to admit one thing first."

"what's up?"

"Whether it's the apprenticeship ceremony or the red envelope, they are all nice words, but they are actually tuition fees, right?"

Zhang San hummed lightly, and although he didn't answer, he didn't refute either.

Wang Xiaoer then said, "So, Master, that's what I think. Today my mother is coming to pay her apprenticeship ceremony, but I haven't seen your skills, Master. After all, my mother's money is earned by my father." For the hard-earned money, I always check for her."

Zhang San laughed and said, "Then, if you stabbed me, was it for your mother's benefit?"

Wang Xiaoer stuck out his tongue, and said with a cute look, "Master is too much, I am a filial person, mother often praises me like that."

Zhang San said angrily, "Okay, okay... just pretend that what you said is right. It's okay to see the master's ability before apprenticeship, but do you really want to stab me?"

Wang Xiaoer said, "Because Grandpa Huang said before, Master, you are invulnerable to iron cloth shirts, so I just want to try your skill in this area, Master. I didn't expect to be able to penetrate it."

Zhang San almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, he scolded, "Iron cloth shirt is hard qigong, I didn't practice it!"

And the most important thing is that the most stable killer, of course, can't be bad in terms of equipment. The small knife in Zhang San's hand seems inconspicuous, but it is made of real black iron, and it weighs a lot!

By the way, for the sake of professional safety, Zhang San is still a blacksmith, and all his weapons are made by himself.

As for why?

There are so many fakes these days, do you think the black iron weapon you bought was really made of black iron?Maybe they just mixed a little bit of black iron, so they told outsiders that it was all black iron.

This is the same as adding sugar water to bird's nest. You think it is bird's nest mixed with sugar water, but in fact it is sugar water mixed with bird's nest.

Back to the point.

Zhang San said angrily, "What if you stab me to death!"

Wang Xiaoer was reprimanded several times, but he was a child after all, so he burst into tears and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I wanted to use force slowly, but I didn't expect to poke it in all at once. I don't know your skill, Master. So bad."

Zhang San felt that the blood was really about to spurt out!

To be honest, the iron cloth shirt at the upper level of the ground level is not a master to use internal force, even Xuantie can't penetrate his flesh and blood body, but the problem is - Zhang San really hasn't practiced yet!

This is why he was labeled as a 'poor skill'?

Looking at the crying child, Zhang San thought of the child who had lost his father a few days ago, felt pity in his heart, and suppressed his anger, but Zhang San thought about it, did he just forgive this kid?

With this idea, a new problem arises.

Zhang San looked at Wang Xiaoer, who was crying, and asked, "Speaking of which, just think that you are here to try my martial arts, so that the money will not be wasted. I will forgive you for the time being. But why do you Do you want to stab me at night while I'm sleeping? Why don't you just say you want to see my strength during the day?"

When Wang Xiaoer heard the word 'forgive', he was overjoyed, and quickly wiped his eyes. Wang Xiaoer explained, "It's not impossible to stab it during the day, but I'm afraid to ask Master during the day, what if Master won't let me stab it?"

Zhang San couldn't hold back any longer, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

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