Luo nine needles

Chapter 106 Making a Wish

Gao Xiaoliu stood in front of the door, looking in with his head. The curtains on the bed were placed, and an old servant was dozing off on a chair. It was as quiet as a deserted place.

"My lord, it's not convenient for you to walk now." Zhike followed behind to persuade him.

Gao Xiaoliu lifted one foot, hopped into the door, and then hopped forward: "I didn't go, I was jumping."

Zhike laughed helplessly.

The dozing old servant in the room was awakened.

"The young master is here." He said tremblingly, "Master slept well today, young master, don't worry."

Gao Xiaoliu opened the curtain and looked at the old man sleeping peacefully on the bed, then suddenly reached out and poked rich man Gao's cheek.
Zhike sighed, and complained: "Master! Even if you poke the master's face, he won't wake up."

Gao Xiaoliu chuckled, and tucked the quilt into the rich man: "What did I say, how dare I poke my father's face." After saying that, he said loudly to the old servant, "Uncle Qi, my father woke you up!" Remember to call me immediately—"

The old servant rubbed his ears: "Sir, you don't need to be so loud, I'm not deaf yet."

Zhike smiled helplessly at the side.

"I'm also doing it for my father's good." Gao Xiaoliu said, "He's been sad for so many years, and everyone he knew has died, and suddenly the old man came, so he must be very happy to see him, maybe it will be all right as soon as he is happy."

Zhike smiled and said, "Yes, what the young master said is correct." Then he stretched out his hand to ask, "Young master, go and recover from your wounds, the master wakes up and sees that your injuries are still not healed, I'm afraid you will get angry and get sicker."

Gao Xiaoliu curled her lips: "I know, I know." After saying that, he jumped out.

There was another burst of excitement outside, the shop assistants yelled, persuaded Gao Xiaoliu to get on the recliner, and carried him away.

The noise of footsteps gradually dissipated, and the deep house was quiet again. Zhike waved to the old servant, and the old servant left tremblingly.

The curtain shook, the rich man sat up, stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears: "This unfilial son!"

Zhike said with a smile: "Young Master, it's the first time you meet someone of the same age you like."

The rich man snorted: "So whether it's a human or a ghost, you have to bring it to my father!"

Zhike said, "Young Master, you don't know."

The rich man sighed lightly: "Yes." He stepped on the straw sandals beside the bed and stood up, "In his heart, the people of Momen and others are all devoted to guarding the Dao, but they don't know that on this Dao, there are people with different hearts. different."

Zhike was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Master, what do you think she really knows? If she was there at that time, she would not have survived."

The rich man smiled and said, "I just survived."

Although he is relying on his own ability, Qixing can also rely on the ability of the head of the sect. Although the head of the sect is determined to die, he will always find a way to keep his children alive.

Zhike slightly frowned and said: "Then the master has to wake up. When he wakes up, the young master will definitely introduce that Seven Star. If he doesn't see him, how can he explain to the young master?"

If the young master brought her to see the master, if she questioned the old master on the spot, or even started a dispute again, how would the young master feel?

The rich man shook his head helplessly. This unfilial son was so anxious that he could wake him up and see someone.

It's not a big deal to question on the spot, the main thing is her identity, if she claims that she is the daughter of the head, and the head is still there, she will use this to publicize the events of the past
Now is the time for Mo Sect to reunite and unite, and there can be no more disputes.

If you are distracted by those old things, you will destroy Momen's foundation.

He will never allow this to happen again.

The rich man flicked his sleeves lightly.

"Then let her have no chance of being introduced," he said.

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The spring rain came suddenly, a gust of wind passed by at dusk, and the raindrops scattered down one after another.

Chuntao, who was standing on the side of the road looking into the distance, recovered after being splashed by the rain, hurriedly hugged the basket in her arms, and covered it with her clothes, and ran home in a hurry.

Although it was raining in the spring, Chuntao's hair and clothes were wet when she got home.

"Why don't you put the basket on your head?" the old woman scolded.

Chuntao smiled and took out all kinds of dried vegetables from the basket of shoes and socks, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's fine if my clothes are wet, these can't get wet."

To sell money.

Chief Meng Xi came out from the inside and asked, "Miss Ah Qi left money and food for me last time? You don't need to go to the city to sell things anymore."

Chuntao said: "I have money and food, but I can't just do nothing. Brother Ah Shui, don't worry, I like to go to the city to sell, and I can earn money and buy what I need at any time. You can also know a lot of the latest news.”

Meng Xi took a long look at her: "People in Anwen Township don't need to know the latest news."

Chuntao knew what he meant, stuck out her tongue, and didn't insist anymore, but she didn't hold back either.

"I wonder when Miss Ah Qi will come?" Chuntao asked in a low voice.

Chuntao also knew that Miss Qixing said that she would give Meng Xi a hand. Although she thought it was absurd, she was full of expectations when she thought that a piece of paper could punish a mountain of bandits.

Whether she was in the city these days or on the way to the village, she always looked forward to that young lady's appearance.

Meng Xi didn't take it seriously, losing is losing, how could he have another hand?

He has been to the West Hall, and he has seen the wheelchair that the old man in the West Hall is sitting on. It is different from the usual ones, allowing people to stand up and slide like a normal person.

Since Xitang has this kind of skill, the head of Qixing probably wants to make something similar for him, such as a hand made of wood, which can be put on the arm. At first glance, it looks real. comfort.

But his hand is not just used to put on a show, his hand is used to draw a sword and swing a knife to cut evil and eliminate harm.

Without this ability, it doesn't matter whether you have hands or not.

He is not the kind of person who is sad because of loss. He did what he wanted to do, not to mention losing a hand, so what if he lost his life?He doesn't care at all.

"Okay, go cook." Meng Xichang said, "I'll chop firewood."

Chuntao hurriedly followed: "I'll come, I'll come."

Meng Xichang had already picked up the axe in the yard: "Without the right hand, the left hand is also useless."

Chuntao hurriedly said, "I'm worried about your body. You are seriously injured. You need to take good care of it so that you can chop wood better."

The honest village girl is also very sophisticated and good at talking.

Meng Xichang smiled, threw the ax up and caught it firmly: "I will practice hard, practice chopping wood well."

To chop wood and take care of the mother and daughter, and to repay the life-saving grace, is what he can and should do for the rest of his life.

Chuntao stopped persuading him, and waited for him to chop firewood, then picked it up to cook, when he heard horses galloping, and saw a horse galloping on the path outside the village through the misty spring rain.

The woman on the horse's hat covered her description, but Chuntao recognized it at a glance, threw the firewood in her hand on the ground, and shouted in surprise, "Miss Qixing!"

The room was dark in the rainy evening, and Chuntao lit three lamps, illuminating an arm-long box on the table.

Meng Xichang opened the box with his left hand, and there was a hand inside.

This hand is made of iron, and the finger joints are lifelike. It is like a sleeping iron beast, shining with a frightening cold light.

He picked it up with his left hand, which was quite heavy.

"Try it on quickly." Chuntao said nervously, and looked at Qixing again, "Here, how do I put it on?"

This iron hand, in addition to the shape of the hand, also has iron bars extending from the wrist, like an iron armband.

Chuntao could guess that this was to fix the hand on the forearm.

Qixing took the iron hand away from Chief Meng Xi: "I'll do it."

Chief Meng Xi was not restrained either, and took off his robe with one hand, leaving his upper body bare and his right arm exposed.

Qixing supported the iron hand, and put the iron armband on Meng Xichang's right arm. Chuntao looked at it carefully, and she would help put it on after she learned it.

The iron armband was very long, covering the entire stumped arm. In the end, two iron bars were wrapped around the shoulders, and that was the end.

Putting on this iron hand, Meng Xi looked as if half of his body was made of iron.

"It will be uncomfortable when you put it on at first." Qixing said, "It will grind your skin and wear it repeatedly, until your skin is calloused and hard to get used to it."

Meng Xi gave a long smile, raised his arm, and shook his iron hand up and down, as if he was holding a heavy axe.

"We can use it to smash rocks in the future." He said with a smile, then slowly raised his hand and babbled, the hard iron bars tied to his stumped arm were able to bend, allowing his elbow to move freely.

At first glance it looks more like a hand.

Chief Meng Xi raised his hands in front of his eyes.

"Not only can it scare people, but it's like a hammer." He said, and made a punching motion.

With a gust of wind, the lights danced.

Chuntao smiled and applauded.

"Miss Ah Qi should directly make a fist for me." Meng Xi said with a long smile, shaking the iron hand, these fingers can't be used either, there is no need to make it out to resemble a hand.

Qixing smiled: "No, they can also move."

Can you move your fingers?Meng Xichang was a little surprised, this is unlikely.

Qixing stood beside him, stretched out his hand to slide an iron bar to a position on his upper arm, and said, "Shake it hard here."

Although he lost his hand, Meng Xi, a martial arts practitioner, can still control his muscles, shaking it according to his words.

Hearing a slight sound, Wei Wei's flat fingers closed together and formed a fist.

Chuntao exclaimed.

Meng Xichang couldn't hide his surprise in his eyes, it really is.
Qixing's hand slid again, landed on a position inside the arm, and tapped.

Meng Xichang understood, shook his side, and stretched out the hand he was holding.

Meng Xi let out a loud laugh: "Interesting and interesting."

Chuntao couldn't help but hold his hand and look carefully, unbelievable: "This is too amazing, this is too powerful." She looked at Qixing, her eyes sparkled, "Miss Qixing, you, are you Know fairy art?"

Qixing shook his head, and said earnestly, "It's not an immortal technique, it's a mechanical technique, mechanism technique, and strength technique."

It's not as easy to understand as Xianshu, Chuntao is a little confused.

Master Meng Xi understood, and said, "It turns out that the seventh master is still a machinist." He manipulated his iron hands to make a clasped fist, and smiled to himself, "I'm not very skilled yet, so I'm sorry."

Qixing smiled and nodded: "Practice more, these." She stretched out her hand and slid the iron armband again, "Your muscles are proficient, and you can operate the iron hand more flexibly."

Meng Xichang nodded: "Okay, thank you, Master Qi, this hand really exceeded my expectations."

As he spoke, Chuntao smiled.

"Maybe my iron hand can help you remove the soles of your shoes."

Chuntao smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay." She poked Meng Xichang's iron hand again with her finger, "Your hand is not afraid of being pricked by needles."

If you can use embroidery needles, maybe you can hold the sword again, Meng Xichang had a thought, but it was just a flash, he knew that being a man can't be a long way, you have to be content.

"This iron hand has another effect." Qixing said.

Meng Xichang looked at her and said with a smile: "When I had hands before, I didn't know that hands have so many functions."

Qixing smiled and said nothing, motioned for him to raise his left hand and hold his right arm.

Meng Xi did as promised, and Qi Xing put his hand on his left hand and twirled violently, simultaneously pulling him forward.

Meng Xi took a wrong step and leaned forward, only to see a sword appearing in Tie's hand.

To be exact, his iron hand is no longer a hand, but a sword hilt.

When a sword suddenly appeared in his hand, the memory engraved in his bones made him subconsciously turn around again, swing his arm, and a sword light flashed across the table. With a pop, the oil lamp jumped, and the fire went out instantly.

In the dimly lit room, the iron sword gleamed, reflecting Meng Xi's long, dazed eyes, from which a tear suddenly fell.

(End of this chapter)