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rob the rich to help the poor

Incorporating Sonic Martial Arts and Identity Mysteries

By anminPublished 10 months ago 3 min read

When three moments, red gauze pavilion Konghou sound mixed into the killing machine.

I was playing the Hulei pipa in my mind, and the third string suddenly vibrated the tune of "Liangzhou Resentment" - this is the secret code agreed by Master before his death. The organ at the bottom of the violin case rang softly, and the hardened "ice silk" was quietly wrapped around the violin shaft.

Tonight's target is Yangzhou salt merchant Chen Million, his head of jade wipe forehead worth 300 stone grain. My hearing became more acute after my blindness, and I could hear the greedy sound of the jade pendant on his waist and the gold abacus.

"Mr. Liu's song" Rain Rain Bell "is really tearing people up." Chen Wan-wan's fat hand was on my shoulder, the smell of wine mixed with blood - he had just executed three tenant farmers for rent arrears this morning.

I backhand sweep the string, ice silk through the "broken array of music" excitement into the air. Suddenly, a copper coin hit the strings, and only half of the emerald forehead was cut off. In the shadow of the corridor stood a young man wearing a bamboo hat, and he was spinning a Kaiyuan Tongbao on his fingertips.

"It's the lineage of the Shadowless string." He lifted the hat to reveal six door iron orders, "Unfortunately, this old thief's life is worth three thousand stone Guan grain."

Chen Wan Wan's screams were obscured by the hum of the fourth string. Holding the pipa, I smashed through the window and heard the sound of the granary key falling behind me. And the captain is helping me?

Three days later, outside the City God Temple porridge shed, I felt the lingering warmth of the porridge pot along the edge. Suddenly there was the sound of breaking the sky, I turned over with the pipa to block the three piercing nails, but felt the newly carved writing on the abdomen of the piano - "Youshi three carved, red gauze pavilion".

When I went to Hongmen banquet again, I changed to Ruan Xian with snake's belly. Chen Wanwan's coffin was parked in the hall, and the detective was stuffing glutinous rice into the mouth of the deceased: "Last night, the graves of 18 tenant farmers were dug up, where did Master Chen's corpse poison come from?"

"Nishang Yuyi Song" suddenly rang, ice silk cut seven lanterns. Chen Wanwan suddenly opened his eyes to catch fast, I turned to throw out Ruan Xian abdominal peachwood nail, but when touching his neck smelled the familiar water - this is I sold seven years ago to ward off evil perfume.

The police suddenly tore open Chen Wanwan's skirt, and the body was a blue Wolf tattoo: "Twenty years ago, the real murderer of the Yellow River Gang slaughtering village case was finally found."

My clasping hand froze in mid-air. That night in the fire, when Master strangled the last green Wolf bandit with a lute string, the blood dripping on my blind eye burned the scar, and now it suddenly burned and hurt.

"Mr. Liu knows what is stored in the cellar of Chen Fu?" The quick captor smashed the wooden coffin to reveal the bloody farm implements piled up on the bottom, "He faked his death to escape, to turn 300 tenant farmers into zombies to carry salt!"

The drums exploded at the same time as my House of Flying Daggers. When Chen Wanwan's zombie group crashes through the dungeon, the trap quickly throws the torch to Ruan Xian: "Ice silk meets fire into a net!"

When the last string breaks, the burning silk threads weave a web in the courtyard. Chen Wan-wan wailed in the fire: "Your master... That's how he died..."

The policeman suddenly stuffed a wooden plate into my palm, which had the reduced character score engraved by Master - it was the lost "An Soul Guide" of the master. The card corner is also tied half a Kaiyuan Tongbao, and the other half of my neck is tightly stitched.

"Brother." He broke open the bronze lock of the granary of Chen Fu. "The true way to plunder the rich and give the poor, Master said before he died, is to give the wicked a chance to play the Mantra of Pure Heart and Universal Goodness."

At dawn, 300 tenant farmers push their grain carts toward the disaster area. I touched the newly changed pipa, hidden in the belly of the Chen Fu ledger and the Green Wolf Gang roster. In the end of the city blowing Xun, the tune is the "soul of peace" the first bar.

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