Rebirth of the Wild Age

A truck carrying packaging cartons slowly drove to the headquarters factory of Xianjiu Group.

The driver said to Nie Jun, who was sitting in the co-pilot, "Boss Song's house is not far from here, it's over the dormitory of the old factory. You can find it by asking yourself."

"Thank you, Master." Nie Jun pushed the door and jumped off.

This guy is stepping on a pair of sneakers, wearing jeans underneath, a knee-length trench coat on the upper body, and something slanting on his back, tightly wrapped with cloth strips.

The delivery truck entered quickly. Nie Jun walked to the door and asked, "Where is Song Weiyang's house?"

The guard said with caution: "What can you do with Boss Xiao Song?"

Nie Jun said, "I'm his university classmate. I went to Emei for a tour not long ago, so I stopped by to have a look."

The guard looked at it carefully and repeatedly, a little uncertain, and asked, "Do you have a phone number from Mr. Song?"

Nie Jun said: "My cell phone is out of phone bills. I borrow your guard room phone for use."

"Hit it." The guard didn't dare to neglect.

Nie Jun couldn't remember Song Weiyang's number, so he took out the phone and found that it was out of power. He could only charge the phone in the guard room. After tossing for a long time, I finally found the number and called Song Weiyang: "Old Song, this is Nie Jun."

"Oh, Daxian Nie actually remembered to call me New Year's greetings." Song Weiyang's ridicule came from the other end of the phone.

Nie Jun said: "I'm at the back door of the Xianjiu Group, which seems to be the warehouse area. You tell the guard and ask him to show you the way. I will have dinner at your house this Spring Festival."

Song Weiyang said: "I'm at my grandpa and grandma's house, you wait and don't move, I'll let someone come to pick you up."

"Good." Nie Jun said.

When the phone was hung up, the guard's attitude became more and more respectful, and he passed a red plum: "Sir, please smoke!"

"Thanks," Nie Jun said, "Thank you again for trouble."

The guard hurriedly took out the lighter to pass the fire, and at the same time was very curious about Nie Jun. Because this guy has a beard and scum, his clothes and shoes are dirty, and even his trench coat has a big hole, which at first glance looks like a homeless man from somewhere.

"What are you?" the guard asked, pointing at Nie Jun's back.

Nie Jun smiled and said, "Bamboo poles."

The guard obviously didn't believe it: "The bamboo poles are still wrapped in cloth strips?"

"A sword." Nie Jun told the truth.

The guard automatically added: "This is a gift for Xiao Song's boss, right? It must be an antique calligraphy and painting."

Nie Jun smiled and said, "You are so smart."

The guard made a cup of tea for Nie Jun, held it to him and said, "Mr. is in art?"

Nie Jun nodded and said, "Well, I am a wandering painter."

The door guard's doubts disappeared: "Let me just say, Xiao Song's classmates are definitely not ordinary people. If you are not the big boss, you must be an artist."

The two chatted for a while, and suddenly a car drove over and stopped at the gate and asked, "Which is Mr. Nie, the friend of Mr. Song's boss?"

"Hello!" Nie Jun waved.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car and opened the passenger doorway: "Mr. Nie, please."

Nie Jun didn't know how to be polite, so he boarded the car and was taken to the countryside by the driver.

In a blink of an eye, he arrived in the village. Nie Jun admired the scenery of the countryside all the way, and suddenly shouted: "Stop it."

The driver immediately stepped on the brake: "Mr. Nie, it hasn't arrived yet."

"Is that a thief?" Nie Jun pointed to the right side of the village road.

The driver took a closer look and saw that about 300 meters away, there was a two-story self-built building under the hillside. The door of the building was closed tightly, one person climbed up the stairs, and the other was sneaky guarding the wind at the courtyard dam.

On the second-floor balcony, there are two sticks of New Year’s goods, all made of bacon, sauced meat, sausages, and dried duck.

The thief climbed onto the balcony, used a clothes pole to take the New Year goods down, and then quickly threw it to the comrades downstairs. The things were stolen in a few minutes, two bamboo baskets could not fit, and one person was still carrying a few bacon in his hand.

"Wait for me to come back!" Nie Jun pushed the door down.

"Beware of danger." The driver quickly reminded him that he was afraid that Nie Jun would have an accident, and he followed up with him, and took out a large wrench from the trunk.

Nie Jun dashed, and when he was halfway running, he alarmed the other party. The two thieves immediately threw down the dirty goods and fled, and separately fled to the nearby fruit forest. Nie Jun looked at one of them, rushing and chasing them desperately, and the distance between each other was close at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was a yellow peach forest, the leaves were almost gone, and they couldn't hide people at all.

After chasing half a small hill, the thief was so tired and panting, he ran away from the other side of the slope. A few hundred meters in front is a small river. This thief is probably a good swimmer and wants to jump into the river and swim to the other bank.

"Ouch!"

With one foot in the air, the stupid thief rolled directly down the half-slope, and at least the steep mountain above 60 degrees had fallen to the bottom.

Nie Jun kicked the ground into the air, arms spread like an eagle, and jumped off the half-hill. This jump is more than four meters deep. If you switch to a parkour enthusiast or an armed police special police officer, you will definitely roll forward and buffer before landing. But he just bent his knees into a half-squatting attire, stubbornly held the falling force, and quickly jumped down again.

The stupid thief got up dizzy, just in time to see Nie Jun jumping behind him, angrily cursing: "Are you paralyzed and sick? I haven't stolen things from your house, why are you chasing me?"

Nie Jun said: "I just ran into it, and I will practice with you."

The stupid thief suddenly took out a butterfly knife and learned how to be handsome in Hong Kong movies. Unfortunately, the technique is relatively unfamiliar and his fingers hurt when he flicked the knife. He was too embarrassed to slap the knife again, holding the handle of the knife and saying, "Get out of here, or you'll be stabbed to death!"

"You stabbed." Nie Jun deliberately took the first two steps and looked at each other with a smile.

The stupid thief was so scared that he backed away quickly, and then he felt shameless again, and said sternly, "I'm really stabbed when I come here again!"

Nie Jun beckoned: "Poke me quickly, but you are the grandson."

"The paralyzed person is sick!" The stupid thief turned and ran.

This was obviously beyond Nie Jun's expectation, he was taken aback for a moment, and quickly chased after him again.

The stupid thief finally got angry, ran a few steps and turned around again, holding the knife and stabbing at Nie Jun.

Nie Junshun opened the slipknot on his chest and took off the unidentified stick-like object on his back. He leaned forward for a half step, and while avoiding, he swung a "stick" and hit the side of the stupid thief's neck severely-if he replaced it with a sharp sword, he would be able to cut his neck straight away.

"I'm still unskilled, the distance is not accurate, and I was almost cut through the windbreaker by a knife." Nie Jun also thoughtfully summarized his mistakes.

The stupid thief was hit in the arteries of his neck, his brain was dizzy with hypoxia, and he finally got his feet on his feet. Nie Jun had already walked around behind him, his knee socket was kicked violently, and he stood unsteadily and half-kneeled. On the ground.

"Chang!"

Nie Jun shook off the entangled cloth strip, and the thing that was pulled out was really a sword, but it didn't open the front for the time being. He stood behind the stupid thief, draped his sword on the opponent's shoulder, with a nasty taste: "A bold fanatic, who dares to steal in broad daylight, don't follow me back to the yamen for trial!"

The stupid thief fell down the mountain again and was beaten severely before. He felt dizzy and dizzy, but now he can't figure out the situation. But it was still scary to have a sword around the neck, and he blurted out: "Forgive me!"

"That's right." Nie Jun smiled and retracted the sword, and slowly wrapped the sword with a cloth strip.

The stupid thief thought he had a neurosis, and he was still the kind of neurosis that had practiced Kung Fu. At the moment Nie Jun wrapped his sword around, he pulled his legs out again, only to take a step before he was kicked and gnawed shit.

More than ten minutes later, the dumb thief was taken to Song Weiyang's grandfather's house by Nie Jun and the driver.

Before Nie Jun spoke, the villagers onlookers at Guo's house laughed and said, "Deng San, are you singing a big show? Why are you still raising your hands to surrender?"

It turns out that these two thieves are from the village. They usually work in coastal cities and only returned to their hometown during the Chinese New Year. Today, many villagers came to Guo’s house to watch the excitement. When the two thieves saw that there was no one in the villager’s house, they were suddenly moved. The two bamboo poles were worth hundreds of yuan.

Nie Jun said, "I caught this man stealing something. It was the two-story building at the foot of the mountain over there with dark red tiles on the outer wall."

As soon as the voice fell, the suffering master was on the scene, and he immediately reacted.

The host of that house hadn't done anything yet, and the hostess was already mad, grabbing the dumb thief's clothes and starting to scold the street. After a few minutes of scolding, the swear words were not heavy, and in the end, she even scratched and scratched directly to vent her hatred.

"I dare not, I never dare anymore!" The stupid thief crouched and hugged his head repeatedly begging for mercy.

The driver who was responsible for sending Nie Jun to the village chased up to the top of the mountain and witnessed the whole fighting process. He was sent back to the factory with a red envelope by Song Weiyang. Everyone said, "Boss Xiao Song’s friend is so awesome. He is a master of martial arts, and he carries a sword with him. Those who are paralyzed can do light work. You can jump on a cliff of more than ten meters. Going down, dealing with knife-wielding gangsters is just like playing. Let me tell you, I heard that Boss Xiao Song’s bodyguards are even more powerful, and the monks from Shaolin Temple who come out of Shaolin Temple can beat a cow to death with a fist!"

When the driver said this, Song Weiyang was playing with the sword and said amusedly: "Nie Daxian, you are really ready to become a sword immortal."

Nie Jun lay on the sofa and said, "I went to Wudang Mountain before the postgraduate entrance examination, and used sleep skills to exchange a set of light body technique and a set of Taiyi sword with Daoist Zhong Yunlong. This sword was spent by me. It’s thousands of dollars, and it’s made of alloy steel. It’s definitely a first-class sword in ancient times."

"Light body method? Is it light work?" Song Weiyang was very interested.

Nie Jun said: "It can be said that it is light work, but it is definitely not a way to go to the wall~www.wuxiamtl.com~ which is just some techniques of unloading and borrowing."

Song Weiyang asked: "Have you been admitted to graduate school?"

Nie Jun nodded and said, "Well, I have passed the written test."

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "You will carry a sword to study at Peking University in the future?"

"Can't it?" Nie Jun asked back.

"This is really a controlled tool." Song Weiyang said.

Nie Jun defended: "There is no opening."

Song Weiyang said, "That's also the control of knives, you guys just relax, don't accidentally stab people to death."

"I have a sense of measure." Nie Jun didn't care.

Song Weiyang asked: "I heard from you on the phone that I went to Mount Emei this time. Did you meet the Shushan Swordsman?"

Nie Jun was disappointed and said: "Don't say it. Wudang Mountain still has genuine products, and Mount Emei is simply impossible to see. It is hard to find a practitioner who claims to be the true biography of Emei, who is actually practicing hard qigong. There is no such thing as in the novel. The essence of Emei. When I came to the door, the'head of the Emei faction' was performing brick-cutting performances, so he almost knocked on the gong to collect tickets."

Song Weiyang said, "By the way, are you really good at your skills now?"

"It's still a long way away," Nie Jun said with excitement. "Let me tell you that the Daoist Zhong Yunlong from Wudang is really awesome, an absolute master outside the world. No, he's a master in the world, quite a few A big leader met him, and he was invited to perform in the United States. His swordsmanship has been superb. I guess he won’t be able to compete for another 20 years. I am lucky enough to be his named disciple this time."

Song Weiyang suddenly didn't know what to say. He didn't feel that since he graduated, every time he met Nie Jun, he felt a sense of powerlessness. This guy is a weird flower that made Song Weiyang feel like he has traveled into another world, and he can learn more about the rejuvenation of his spiritual energy.

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