Will Ming

A ten-year-old boy, relying on his exquisite arrow skills to kill more than a dozen strong men, his actions are like ghosts and evildoers, and his heart is as cold as ice.At such an age, the proficiency in killing methods and the determination of mentality are amazing no matter what.

Li Xian wiped the neck of the cavalry team with a knife, and then pushed the man who was still alive off the horse. He grabbed the horse and ran out in a direction.Seeing that the child was about to run away, the remaining twenty or so cavalrymen galloped after him knowing that he had no feather arrows.At this time, in the eyes of those cavalrymen, the child was no longer a child, but an enemy that made them fear so much that they had to kill them to feel at ease.

Is it a disgrace to these regular cavalry to be frightened by a child so that the heart trembles?

It’s true that Li Xian is a child, but one thing needs to be emphasized is that the children of mice are born to steal holes, the children of cats are born to climb trees, the children of eagles are destined to soar in the sky, and the children of tigers are destined to be able to fly in the sky. All come with a king character.Li Xian is the child of a bandit. Although killing people is not his natural ability, he grew up among the fiercest gang of horse thieves on Hebei Road.With the influence of his ears and eyes, coupled with his deliberate learning, the skills of killing are as familiar to him as chopsticks for eating.

Why should a ten-year-old child desperately learn the skills of killing people?

why?

Because Li Xian has an enemy who is almost at the pinnacle of the world and has always wanted to kill him, and Li Xian has to do everything possible to survive, so he must make himself stronger and stronger.That person has been sending people to hunt and kill Li Xian since he was still a baby. Li Xian lived to be ten years old through untold hardships, and he still insisted on wanting to live a long life, so Li Xian who didn't want to be killed Had to practice the means of killing hard.A ten-year-old kid thinks all day about how to kill faster and more artistically, isn't it a little perverted?However, he was a pervert from birth.

Li Xian never regards himself as a child. When children of the same age were still playing with pee and mud in the village, he was already holding a step bow and tried again and again to draw the bow that can only be drawn by a mature man. Open like a full moon.There were bloodstains all over his delicate fingers, and the pain in his ten fingers made him frown but did not make him flinch.When the children in the village looked at him like a monster, he looked at them like an idiot and sneered.A group of little kids still wearing crotch pants are clamoring to play with him all day long, how can he have time to coax the kids?

When children of the same age were practicing farting and blowing pits on the soft and loose sand at the edge of the village, he had already gotten up several hours earlier than those children and was practicing assassination with a dagger over and over again.When he was able to hold the steel knife, he practiced the speed of chopping over and over again tirelessly. He asked himself not to achieve the speed of Tianma Meteor Boxing and at least not lose to Tyson in terms of the speed of punching and knife.When the six or seven-year-old children were still playing house and arguing about who was the bride and who was the groom, he was chopping the dry wood like a hill in the yard and was fascinated by the texture of the wood. Analyzing how to chop down to save some effort.

In the severe winter, he chased the unlucky hare barefoot in the snow and pulled the rabbit's ears. In the cold spring, he molested the fish's buttocks with his hands in the icy river. Chewing a pink flower, Jin Qiu, he had already hunted wild wolf lynx alone in the mountains and came back alive with scars.He is a child who didn't have a happy childhood in the eyes of others. Although his mind has already grown up, others don't know it, don't they.But Li Xian felt that he was happy, because he was still alive, and he lived one more life than others.In the last life, I didn't have a good death, but in this life, I have to live a happy life.At the very least, you can't die by accident.

At the age of seven, he could already shoot a hare in the eye.When he was eight years old, he could cut down a small tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl with one knife.When he was nine years old, he could throw up the one-hundred-pound stone lock in the yard and catch it easily.When he was ten years old, he faced more than forty Sui regular cavalry alone and killed nearly twenty of them in one go.

Then start to escape.

Lone hero?It's not that Li Xian doesn't want to do it, but his physical age is really younger now.Shooting [-] arrows in a row, even a strong man's arms would be too much for him, let alone a boy who has not yet developed his biceps?Although Li Xian firmly believes that he is an adult, sometimes he has to give in and feel wronged for his weak body in reality.

Oh no, it's aggrieved.

Even a man on the prairie would tentatively conquer a strange horse, but Li Xian obviously would not give the horse time to adapt to him, the dagger in his sleeve slipped out like water and was held in his hand, Then he stabbed the horse's butt without feeling sorry for him at all.Flattering is cool, but being flattering hurts.

A frightened horse is terrifying, and Li Xian's small body is attached to the back of the crazy horse, as if standing on a small boat in the turbulent current, it is as stable as a rock.His body is like a fallen leaf fluttering up and down with the galloping horse, it looks so strange and harmonious.

Little people, when wind and water flourish, love to be poor and happy when you have nothing to do.

Li Xian galloped his horse and was still singing.

I really don't know how a person who is still so happy after killing someone has become so psychologically abnormal that both people and gods are indignant.Twenty or so war horses fell far behind him, and the cavalry couldn't bear to take the buttocks of their beloved mounts seriously.If they don't give up the chase, they won't be thrown off, because they are Tai Sui's cavalry.Even the ferocious grassland people with superb riding skills dared not say that they were better than the Sui cavalry when they faced the Sui cavalry, so they were as proud as peacocks with their tails open.Although, not long ago, Li Xian plucked more than [-] peacocks and turned them into more than [-] white chickens.

Li Xian seemed to let the frightened war horse run wildly as if he believed in the rein, and he seemed to be running away aimlessly.It seems that only Li Xian knows that the poor horse is running towards death step by step under his control.Li Xian is a person who has a beginning and an end. Since he starts killing people, he will not leave a ridiculous tail.If the news that a ten-year-old child can kill dozens of officers and soldiers spreads, it will definitely not be a good thing for Li Xian.

To kill is to exterminate, just as cutting weeds is to exterminate the roots.

The war horse ran up a high slope, and the pain had been relieved a lot. The war horse gradually recovered its sanity.So when he saw the situation below Gaopo, the war horse became very conflicted, and Li Xian, a disobedient beast, had always been very good at it.He pressed against the horse's ear and whispered: "Run down, don't be afraid of death, I will burn you a paper mare, the one with big eyes and double eyelids."

The war horse let out a mournful cry, as if it had understood Li Xian's words, it rushed down the high slope like thunder.Can horses understand human speech?I don't know, but the sharp horizontal knife stuck in the horse's ass is the answer.Li Xian slid off the horse at the moment when the horse jumped down the high slope, and it took more than a dozen rolls to stop, and then he hunched over and jumped out, like a cheetah that spotted an antelope .

More than [-] cavalrymen urged their horses to rush down, and then there was a sound of exclamation and wailing.

Below the high slope, two rows of dozens of sharpened wooden sticks are propped up obliquely.The war horse that Li Xian was riding was pierced by a wooden stick, and fell limply.More than twenty cavalry reined in their horses desperately, but it was so easy to stop under inertia.Only the last cavalryman pulled up the horse abruptly, and the other horses hit the wooden sticks and were nailed there.Not only the horses, seven of the twenty or so cavalrymen were impaled to death by wooden sticks when they fell.

The cavalrymen who fell off their horses managed to survive and struggled to stand up, and then they found sadly that they had stepped on the large iron clips used for hunting wolves.The clips can break legs at most, but they can never kill people. If there is poison on the clips, it's a different matter.Therefore, it can be said that the twenty or so cavalrymen in front are all dead, although some of them are still alive.When the last cavalryman jumped off the standing horse, rolled twice, and stood up in a state of embarrassment, he suddenly found a young man who had just reached his jaw standing very close in front of him.

The cavalry opened his mouth wide, and subconsciously drew his sword.He didn't pull out his knife, but he saw a sword-like light.

"goodbye!"

Li Xian said.

The knife pierced the throat, and the blood flowed like a waterfall.

Li Xian dodged very briskly, not a single drop of blood sprayed out like a waterfall splashed on him.He seemed to cherish his clothes as a crow cherishes his feathers.Although, his clothes were as black as a crow's feathers, and there were patches of oil stains on his clothes.

Li Xian walked over slowly, and did not stab those dying cavalrymen. The poison on the iron clip was not the rat poison that rats eat as snacks. So to speak.

Li Xian walked past the groaning or howling cavalrymen, then put away the horizontal knives, bows and arrows of those cavalrymen, tied them with ropes and dragged them back to the high slope with great effort.In the setting sun, the boy dragging a pile of weapons has a very long shadow.

I don't know when, a tall and strong man stood on the high slope. He looked at Li Xian who was strenuously pulling his weapon forward, applauded, and then laughed loudly: "As expected of my son, you did a great job!"

Li Xian raised his head and said nonchalantly: "First, I am not your son, at least not my own. Second, look for yourself, do you look like a father? Third, you are shameless and very Ugly, and me, no matter from the front or the side, I am so beautiful, very beautiful."

The big man laughed wildly and said: "Look at your rampant appearance now, when you are two years older, you won't be able to ride on my head?!"

Li Xian thought for a while and replied seriously: "Not only do you have to ride, but you also have to shit on it."