This killer is too stable

"It feels really good to beat an apprentice. No wonder Master often beat me back then." - Zhang San

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Wang Xiaoer crouched on the ground with his little head in his arms, listening to Master's teachings.

Zhang Sandao, "The story I just told you is actually to tell you one thing."

Wang Xiaoer raised his head pitifully, and asked, "Master, tell me, I will definitely think about it this time."

Zhang Sandao "That is to abandon all the concepts of good and evil, right and wrong. We are killers, and we are only killers."

Wang Xiaoer touched his head, which was still aching, and asked, "What does this mean?"

Zhang San asked, "Let me ask you, who is the beggar I just mentioned?"

Wang Xiaoer said, "Bad guy."

Zhang San asked, "Then if, I don't know if he is pretending, or if he is just a poor man who has fallen into the street, who is he?"

Wang Xiaoer took it for granted, "Good guy."

Zhang Sandao: "Isn't that clear? In this world, we can't tell the good from the bad. Maybe one day, you receive a mission to kill a farmer in the field. Don't hesitate to kill it!" Or, if you receive a profiteer who assassinates a hoarder, don't hesitate to kill him!"

This passage overturned Wang Xiaoer's previous perception of the 'killer'.

In other words, Wang Xiaoer's father "Grey Lion" taught Wang Xiaoer's cognition.

Wang Xiaoer asked, "Do you want to kill even good people?"

Zhang San said, "The story of the beggar just now is actually very clear. In this world, it is difficult to distinguish between good people and bad people. A farmer can be the head of the underworld of the previous generation, and a profiteer can also be the only pillar of the family. Or, Farmers are indeed farmers, and profiteers are indeed only profiteers, but these have nothing to do with us."

Speaking of this, Zhang San pointed to Wang Xiaoer and asked, "For example, did your father really never kill a good man?"

Wang Xiaoer thought for a while, then said, "My dad? I remember one time two years ago, when my dad... came back from a mission, he cried a lot at home."

Zhang San continued to ask without any surprise, "Do you know why he is crying?"

Wang Xiaoer shook his head and said, "I don't know, but he drank a lot that day and went to bed very early. In his dream he said...he said he killed the wrong person."

Zhang San said directly, "So, what I want to teach you is that you can be a hero without being a killer. There is only one thing I want to teach you in the first lesson, and that is that a killer is a killer."

Wang Xiaoer asked, "Is a killer a killer?"

Zhang Sandao: "That's right. Your master and I have been on missions with your master since I was eight years old. Although it was just to fight, let the wind go, or be a bait or something, I already figured out the truth at that time. A killer is a killer, and killing is us." It’s just a means of living in this world, no different from a scholar selling calligraphy and painting, or a farmer farming.”

"Is there really no difference?"

Zhang San told his apprentice seriously, "There is no difference. If you want to distinguish, you will only live as tired as your father."

"But my father is a good man."

"But your father..."

The words in Zhang San's mouth stopped suddenly, because he realized something.

It seems that neither the old man nor the woman mentioned this matter to him.

Looking at this innocent child, Zhang San suddenly realized that he probably didn't know that his father had passed away.

Zhang San asked carefully, "By the way, where is your father? Logically speaking, your father is so powerful, shouldn't he teach you himself?"

Wang Xiaoer smiled and said, "My father has gone to sea. My mother said that someone specially invited him to go to sea. I heard that it is because there are monsters overseas, so someone invited many people as powerful as my father to kill monsters. I just don’t know when. return."

Zhang San was silent for a while.

Wang Xiaoer looked at Zhang San in confusion, and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang San stepped forward, touched Wang Xiaoer's little head, and said, "Anyway, you have to remember what I said, a killer is a killer, and as a killer, don't care whether the target is good or evil, we don't know, and we can't control it." .Only in this way, even if we have done a lot of killers for many years, we will not suffer because of killing many people. "

It was the first time Wang Xiaoer saw Zhang San showing such a serious expression, and he knew what was good, so he quickly agreed.

Zhang San smiled, patted Wang Xiaoer's head lightly, and suddenly felt that this apprentice was rather cute.

Wang Xiaoer stared at Master's abdomen which was still bandaged.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang San asked.

Wang Xiaoer said, "Master, after you exercise your kung fu, you really can't poke it in?"

"You still want to poke!!!"

Zhang San immediately punched Wang Xiaoer again.

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The next day, just after dawn, today Zhang San decided to give Wang Xiaoer a second lesson - the technique of disguise.

To be precise, it is a special disguise technique called 'beauty face', which was passed down from Tiger Fish Country, and this kind of disguise technique is much better than that of Dawu Kingdom.

As for why he taught disguise first, not martial arts.

This morning, Wang Xiaoer asked Zhang San the same way.

Zhang San replied, "Kungfu is useful, but not that useful."

Wang Xiaoer asked in surprise, "Is martial arts still useful?"

Zhang San replied, "Didn't I say it, it's not that useful, it's not that it's really useless. Simply put, the purpose of our killers is to solve the target, not to have a fair duel with others, so basically we have four principles."

Wang Xiaoer asked, "The killer still has principles?"

Zhang Sandao: "Nonsense, keep it in mind. First, we are killers, not heroes, so if we can disguise ourselves, we can disguise ourselves. If we can cover our faces, we should mask them. It is best to practice how to control the vocal cords. In short, we must not be known to others. look and voice."

Wang Xiaoer nodded and said, "No wonder I have to learn the disguise technique today."

Zhang Sandao: "Second, those who can poison must not engage in sneak attacks."

Wang Xiaoer nodded and said, "It makes sense."

"Third, if you can sneak attack, don't fight head-on."

"Makes sense."

"Fourth, if you really want to fight head-on, lime powder, hidden weapons, traps, whatever you can use, don't hesitate."

"Master...how shameless."

"You know what a fart, poisoning, sneak attack, lime powder, this is the tradition of our underworld."

Eight-year-old Wang Xiaoer still doesn't quite understand the meaning of the word 'tradition', but after all, he doesn't know the meaning of it, so Wang Xiaoer still firmly remembers Master's four killer principles.

The next step is the formal teaching.

However, after just one day of class, Zhang San was dumbfounded.

He unexpectedly discovered that this Wang Xiaoer... is actually a genius!

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