Insidious Hand

Author: Yuer Xiaoxiao

Insidious Hand

The song ends.

People dispersed.

"How easy is it to make money?"

Looking at the circle of copper coins, with some pieces of silver occasionally sandwiched between them, the colorful face smiled happily and gathered up a piece of rag, his eyes shining.

A few days ago, he couldn't even get a steamed bun if he wanted to beg for it. Today, he just stood in the cold wind and roared a few times. The money came so easily, which made him feel like he was in a dream, and he couldn't believe it.

"I want to eat chicken legs, lotus seed soup, and bird's nest... Also, I can finally buy medicine to treat Brother Qi's leg injury."

Thank you.

I still remember to heal my legs.

Chen Ping also found it funny to see the flower-faced children scurrying around like a chicken looking for bugs in the grass.

Let’s look at the other people.

The two brothers hugged each other on the small table and stool, coughing and laughing at the same time. Tears flowed down their faces as they laughed.

The two brothers had been singing the hardest before and had no water to drink. At this time, there was smoke in their throats, but they did not feel sad at all and their eyes were full of luster.

The left severed hand did not laugh or cry. His dull, dead fish face became more serious. His whole body was trembling slightly. His right hand had already touched the short thorn hidden in the tattered clothes.

Following his gaze, among the pedestrians who were reluctant to leave, a few people not only did not leave, but came closer.

Walking at the front was a slender middle-aged man with a smile on his face and a little wetness at the corner of his eyes. This man looked like a Confucian scholar, with his hands folded in his sleeves and a gentle demeanor.

Chen Ping noticed, however, that when this person stepped forward, he lifted up and down lightly, just like a civet cat stepping on the snow. Not only did he fall to the ground without making any sound, but his whole body also had an indescribable harmony and nature.

'He is a master.'

After mastering the Bagua Quan, Chen Ping's vision further improved on the original basis. He seemed to be able to see from the person's body shape and gait that the opponent's muscles and bones were strong and his blood was boiling like fire.

To the naked eye, this man looks like a thin and frail teacher, but in his heart, he feels like a white-fronted tiger with a striking eye.

Behind this man, following step by step, were two strong men with strong muscles and cold eyes.

On the far left, there is a bearded strong man with a swollen left side of his face. The look he looks over is very malicious. Even the dullest person can sense the malice in this man's heart.

'Here comes the word.'

Chen Ping felt a little chilled in his heart. He secretly took a deep breath, mixed his energy and blood, and faced him first.

Although I had made a judgment in advance, as long as I sang the song "Farewell" that I brought in, as long as I earned money and transformed into a "hen that can lay golden eggs", I would be able to get through this.

But people’s hearts are unpredictable, so you still need to be prepared.

Once things are out of harmony, it's nothing more than a life-threatening blow. It doesn't matter whether the body can withstand the full explosion. Only by living can you have a future.

"What a good thief, you have harmed Boss Yan and still dare to stay here with such arrogance. You really don't know how to live or die."

The bearded man stepped forward first, pointed his halberd at Chen Ping and shouted.

Chen Ping chuckled and cupped his hands slightly: "But the incense owner is disrespectful and disrespectful in front of him. How do you want me to die?"

Zhang Dabeard looked stunned. He was stunned when he was called "Xiangzhu". Before he could recover, he was kicked hard on the buttocks, causing him to chew mud and fall to the ground.

I heard another man yelling, "Master Chang Xiang is here, is it your turn to speak?"

"What a courage."

Chang Sansi slowly took out his hands from his sleeves, clapped his hands a few times, smiled until two dimples appeared on his face, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Give me a reason not to kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly seemed to pass through the field. His left hand was severed, the small table and stool, and the painted face were all stiff. He thought to himself that Brother Qi's method seemed to be of no use, and it was time to fight hard.

Chen Ping didn't react at all, and didn't take Chang Sansi's words to heart. He just turned around and waved to Hua Lian'er.

"come over."

The flower-faced boy walked over with a confused look on his face, holding a large bag full of silver and copper coins, and looked at Chen Ping, not knowing what to say.

Chen Ping pointed at the bag of scattered silver coins, turned around and said with a smile: "I heard that Master Chang Xiang is worried about the banknotes. He is not talented at all, so he is willing to accept this assignment. Previously, Boss Yan was in charge of Qilin Street and collected the banknotes.

Obviously it's a little short... If I am allowed to take charge of this matter, I am willing to donate one hundred and fifty taels of silver every month."

This is the number Chen Ping proposed after careful consideration.

He killed someone's best man, and if he wanted the other party to let him go, he had to show his worth.

Otherwise, why would the other party let me go?

Just because he looks handsome?

It's not enough to pay too much. Mr. Yan is making money everywhere, collecting protection fees in the autumn wind, and worrying about one hundred taels of silver every month. Why can he earn more?

Of course, it's because if you can sing, you can also attract people to give you money.

This is ability and value.

Chang Sansi's eyes flashed slightly and he took a deep look at Chen Ping.

The man in front of him was young, dressed in rags, with stains on his face, but he looked strangely bright, with eyes as bright as morning stars, which made people forget the world at first sight.

The most rare thing is that the other party understands human nature well, and as soon as he opens his mouth, he will be filled with murderous intent, and he will be reduced by 70 to 80%.

Not only was he very quick to recognize opportunities, but he was also extremely accurate in judging his own character, and he managed to fight his way out of a certain death situation.

Such a person actually became a beggar.

A rare sense of absurdity arose in Chang Sansi's heart, and he felt envy and jealousy welling up in his heart. He almost couldn't help but slap the other person to death.

Those in power are most afraid of others finding out about their own character and plotting against them.

Chang Sansi is no exception.

"You have read the book."

"After studying for a few years..."

"I wonder who composed the lyrics and music before?"

"It's a long story. I happened to meet a passing talent and passed on some lyrics and music. It's really a blessing." Chen Ping responded vaguely. If he said that he composed this song and music, it would be too underestimated of people's IQ.

Even if others believe it, there will be endless troubles.

It's better not to say anything, just respond casually, and let you guess the real situation.

"A few songs..." Chang Sansi noticed these words, and the smile on his face became brighter, "It's really good, but it's hard for you to remember it clearly. You can actually use bricks and tiles to play such a moving piece of music in such a whimsical way, it will be scary."

As he spoke, his smile faded: "Not enough."

"What?"

"One hundred and fifty taels is not enough, we have to add more money."

Chang Sansi's narrowed eyes flashed with cold light, he looked at Chen Ping and raised three fingers.

"Okay." Chen Ping gritted his teeth and nodded slowly: "Before the fifth day of the second lunar month, I will definitely offer you three hundred taels of silver. If you can't, please come and see me."

At this time, it is important to save one's life. No matter how difficult the opponent is or how big his appetite is, he might as well accept it casually.

Chen Ping slowly lowered his head, acting out the murderous intention that suddenly arose in his heart.

"Very good, I hope you won't disappoint me."

Chang Sansi laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and patted Chen Ping's shoulder heavily, not forgetting to flick away the dust on his sleeves. He turned around with a smile, put his hands in his sleeves again, shook his hands three times in one step, and walked away slowly.

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Several people behind him hurriedly followed.

Chen Ping stood there and watched the group of people walk away, his face calm.

Feeling the invisible and huge penetrating force when the other party just slapped me, it shook all my muscles and bones, and my eyes became slightly cold.

I have passed this level, but I have not passed it all.

The last shot taken by the other party has a certain meaning.

This saying often appears in some folk stories. Some people say it is "hidden strength", while others say it is "yin hand".

It does not hurt the epidermis, but only damages the internal organs. The victim is unaware of the attack, and dies after urinating blood seven days later. This is how to describe such a hidden attack.

One can imagine how sinister this method is.

Generally speaking, if you are successful in forging your bones and have strong punching power, you can only hit hard and punch hard.

But when it comes to the level of Yijin, soft power is generated... like a stretched bowstring, hidden power is hidden inside, and when the power is exerted, it contains unparalleled penetrating power.

Able to break tofu through stone slabs.

Chang Sansi struck out at will, switching from hard to soft... It looked like he didn't use any force, but in fact, it shocked Chen Ping's internal organs in an instant.

Of course, he may not have used his full strength.

Chen Ping's injury is not serious, but it is difficult for ordinary people to find it.

After all, he still needs to earn money. Of course, he will not die after seven days. It is very likely that this hidden injury can survive for a month, and then the situation will be seen and resolved.

The two of them talked without mentioning a word about Boss Yan's death. The other person seemed to have a good temper, but Chen Ping knew that this person was actually quite petty and cruel.

However, Chang Sansi probably never imagined that the soul inside his relatively "weak" body was actually an "old ghost" with great boxing skills.

It is difficult for those who don't know how to use secret tricks, but it is not difficult for those who know how to do it.

As a warrior of the same level, Chen Ping would certainly not be troubled by such a minor injury, and could only make him smile.
Chapter completed!