Chapter 1174 Legal Killing

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to say something to Zhao Lingjun and Zhao Nianzhen several times.

But he swallowed it back when the words came to his lips.

If he said less, it might be counterproductive.

The two girls are quite old, but they seem to have not passed the rebellious period yet...

If he said more, he was worried that it would affect the relationship between father and daughter.

He just sent a message to Benjamin: Tell that little bastard Yao Bing to wait and break his legs next time they meet.

Benjamin replied with a smiley face: Master, if you break your junior brother's legs, I'm afraid the two junior sisters will not be satisfied with you. Moreover, this matter does not seem to be as simple as you think.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth and was helpless.

If you mess around, you will pay it back sooner or later.

Zhao Chuanxin was anxious and angry.

After a while, he simply called Benjamin: "How is the situation?"

What he actually wanted to ask was the relationship between the two girls and the little apprentice.

But Benjamin thought for a while and said, "Gods and demons are gradually becoming chaotic, and they are all man-made. It's funny that the gods seem to want to be immortal and come to me for help."

Benjamin didn't know whether he was pretending to be confused or he was thinking about something else.

Zhao Chuanxin's attention was diverted, and he sneered, "Can a person with a health bar be called a god? It's disappointing. According to historical conventions, man-made gods will inevitably bring great disasters."

No exception.

After hanging up the phone.

Yao Bing, who was eavesdropping beside Benjamin Goldberg, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master didn't scold me."

Benjamin said with a smile: "Master, he knows the temperament of his two daughters in his heart."

Yao Bing looked helpless and confused: "I should have died on the battlefield. Living not only failed Master, but also failed my two junior sisters."

"Don't do this." Benjamin scolded: "Lugang Town, Lubin Prefecture and Tianshangfei's rich and stable life are all exchanged for Master's freedom. You don't cherish it, but do some shitty things. Look outside, there will be a riot of demons soon."

In March of the following year, Benjamin wrote to Zhao Chuanxin to tell him that Wang Long died on the peninsula.

Died on the battlefield.

The old man in Lugang Town has been wrapped in his horse's hide.

Zhao Chuanxin has a batch of mahogany wood, which he used to build a coffin.

The coffin should be seven feet three, seven feet three, and travel all over the world.

The coffin was carved with cloud patterns, and the four images of Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise were carved in the four directions. Zhao Lingjun was asked to come and take them back.

Zhao Lingjun was slightly pregnant, which meant that she was about to give birth.

It was just because she had been practicing balance for many years that her figure did not change.

"After you go back, you should be more quiet with a big belly." The old father said with concern.

Zhao Lingjun bared his teeth and said carelessly: "What's there to be quiet about having a child? It's not a big deal!"

Zhao Chuanxin felt a little stuck in his throat for Yao Bing's "greetings", but he finally had to eat the bitter fruit.

He cooked a meal for his daughter.

When eating, Zhao Chuanxin took two sips and one mouthful of rice was equivalent to three mouthfuls of rice for others, and he had to leave the table last.

Zhao Lingjun was dumbfounded: "Dad, you eat too much."

Zhao Chuanxin took a bite of beef and said: "You are over a hundred years old, it is the time to grow up, what's wrong with eating more?"

His weight is there, even if the amount of activity is the same as that of ordinary people, the energy consumption is several times that of ordinary people.

Maybe because she is about to become a mother, the careless Zhao Lingjun has become more delicate: "Dad, your overeating is not good for your health."

Zhao Chuanxin put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, grinning: "This is called health hedging, daily life. I hope I can die with Ganfan at that time."

Ganfan next to him pretended not to hear, but his ears stood up, and a hint of happiness flashed across his dog face.

Zhao Lingjun: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin sent the coffin back, which was also a warning. This warning was aimed at a special group: Zhao may be incognito, or he may be old, but Zhao is not dead yet.

So the real monsters had better keep their promises and not let the various activities that have started affect innocent people.

After Zhao Lingjun brought the coffin back, Sun Yanguang saw it and called Zhao Chuanxin, begging him to make him a coffin in the future.

Sun Yanguang insisted that Zhao Chuanxin, who was much older than him, would die after him.

Zhao Chuanxin was actually a kind of man-made god.

But he took the initiative to pull himself down to the mortal world.

Zhao Lingjun was born in April, and she wanted to bring the child to Zhao Chuanxin, but Yao Bing's mother blocked her.

She didn't dare to see the wind before she was out of confinement.

But Zhao Lingjun went out for fresh air ten minutes after giving birth.

She was a player who would not go away and would retreat.

Zhao Nianzhen was born in May.

When Gail Russell heard that Zhao Nianzhen had a son, she whispered to Zhao Chuanxin: "Let's have a child too."

"Okay, stop it, if you want to have a child, find someone else to have one."

Zhao Chuanxin would never add to his troubles.

"Without children, we will be lonely when we grow old..."

"If I have three wives and four concubines from now on, I can at least take six wives. With me here, you can grow old without worry."

"..." Gail Russell said again: "Then don't mess with those glamorous female stars in the future. They are not good. You belong to me alone."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at her in disbelief: "Nonsense, how can public tools be used for private purposes?"

"..."

From then on, she began to beg Zhao Chuanxin to teach her the art of balance.

Zhao Chuanxin took great efforts to teach her the art of balance to keep her youth.

Facts have proven that even if the extremely difficult "peerless martial arts" are made public, they cannot be popularized.

The long years have made him understand that human nature is irreversible.

Humans procrastinate even on daily chores.

If everyone can practice the art of balance, it is equivalent to everyone being able to study at Tsinghua University, Peking University, or Harvard.

Books are there, all kinds of knowledge are there, and it is very easy to obtain, but how many people can stand out?

Zhao Chuanxin was too lazy to even say nonsense like "pass it on to the inside, not to the outside".

If he spreads it casually, he will lose.

The art of balance that Zhao Chuanxin spread, except for his personal teaching, has not been learned by outsiders so far. If you can't practice it by copying, you have to correct it in real time.

An old carpenter died nearby, and no one made a coffin, so someone came to ask for help.

"Sir, I have to trouble you with this matter."

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was respected by his neighbors in Holm Town.

A local gentleman.

He nodded: "Prepare the wood, give me half a day."

Zhao Chuanxin was doing carpentry work, and Gail Russell was practicing shooting next to him.

She was good-looking, and she was also good at shooting. She was also good at riding.

She broke all the wine bottles, and there were glass shards all over the floor.

She then laid a waterproof cloth underneath to catch the shards, and after she was done, she wrapped the shards and threw them away.

"Uncle Zhao, what do you think of my shooting skills?"

Zhao Chuanxin said with a cigarette in his mouth and a board: "Just make do."

"It's obviously very good. I just starred in a movie and played a cowgirl in it."

Zhao Chuanxin perfunctorily: "It's great."

"What kind of attitude is that!"

Zhao Chuanxin put down the board and said happily: "You can try more action scenes to broaden your acting range. I'll teach you after I finish making the coffin."

Gail Russell liked to watch him make various utensils and cook, and the process was pleasing to the eye.

This mentality is probably the same as people like to watch donkey hoof repair, wilderness camping, etc.

She suddenly asked, "Uncle Zhao, why did you help me in the first place?"

Zhao Chuanxin saw the expectation on her face, and he couldn't bear to sing a different tune, so he could only show off his acting skills against his will: "The heart decides, the mouth can't express it clearly."

Gail Russell was overjoyed.

There is a reason why Lao Zhao can be favored by many women.

He can smoothly switch between black, red and white faces.

Zhao Chuanxin made coffins very quickly.

After he finished, he also carved an angel on the coffin.

When he gave it to the family, the other party was shocked by his speed and the exquisiteness of the coffin: "No nails?"

"Iron can't penetrate yin and yang. This is a mortise and tenon structure. You have to let the soul be led to heaven by the angel."

The other party looked at the exquisite coffin with gratitude and repeatedly praised Zhao Chuanxin's amazing carpentry skills.

In this era of Da Piaoliang, it is gradually getting rid of the stage of "it's the daughter-in-law who can make shoes and the carpenter who can make materials".

In the past, every town must have all kinds of talents such as blacksmiths, carpenters, and painters.

Gradually, it didn't work.

However, Zhao Chuanxin believes that the matter of ascending to heaven and going to hell is open to discussion.

In recent years, he has had many new thoughts on death.

But thinking alone is not enough, he wants to verify some things.

Zhao Chuanxin teaches Gale Russell to fight.

"Southern boxing, northern leg, fancy boxing, sword, spear, halberd, axe, hook and fork, what do you want to learn?"

"I learn them all."

"In your lifetime, if you can master one, you will be considered powerful."

"Then I will learn - what can fight."

"All can fight."

"Those who can fight well."

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "A month of stick, a year of knife, ten years of sword, a lifetime of gun. I will teach you some boxing and kicking, and teach you how to use a knife."

How to teach?

No footwork, no posture.

No attack or defense, just one.

Qiangzi boxing to hit the throat, boxing to explode the liver, single sheep top, iron mountain leaning, Kafu kick...

"You are a woman, don't let men be on guard, attack suddenly, and fight with all your strength..."

Zhao Chuanxin taught all dirty tricks.

Then let her stab his throat.

"That hurts so much, I'll pretend to hit you in the throat."

"You'll never learn to pretend, just come on."

Gail Russell threw a light punch, but Zhao Chuanxin stood still. When her fist was close to her throat, she suddenly stretched out her sword finger to stop it.

Two fingers, blocking her fist.

"Didn't you eat? Use some force."

This time, Gail Russell was a little bolder.

Stopped.

She used a little more force.

Stopped.

She used normal force.

Stopped.

She tried her best.

Still two fingers, steadily blocking her fist.

"You're not hitting accurately, hit fifty punches first."

She still played tricks, sometimes smiling and suddenly attacking.

But no matter how she attacked, she would always be stopped by two fingers.

Liver-blasting punch, Zhao Chuanxin taught her the hitting position, and let her hit him.

Punch after punch.

"I can't even hit you, how can I hit others?"

"Unless you are a professional boxer, you can hit everyone."

Ordinary people have a weak ability to resist blows, especially when they are not prepared.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin taught her to practice with a knife.

"Chop me hard."

Gail Russell knew he was powerful, so he didn't hesitate. He raised the cold and shining goose feather knife made by Zhao Chuanxin in both hands and chopped at him.

Zhao Chuanxin easily blocked it with the wooden stick in his hand.

"First, overcome your fear of slashing people. You obviously didn't use all your strength in this knife. In addition, this is a one-handed knife, don't hold it with both hands. Come on."

She chopped with more and more force.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin did not raise the stick.

The knife in Gail Russell's hand chopped directly at Zhao Chuanxin's trapezius muscle.

The knife was very sharp and cut directly into it.

"Ah..."

Gail Russell screamed, and the goose-feather knife fell out of his hand.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "How does it feel to cut flesh for the first time?"

"Uncle Zhao, I, I, I'm sorry..."

She was terrified.

Zhao Chuanxin tore open his shirt and took it off to let her see his wound.

Gail Russell saw that Zhao Chuanxin's wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Don't be afraid, with your strength, you won't even leave a scar."

Gail Russell kicked the knife handle and said in tears: "I won't practice anymore."

"If you don't practice, won't I take this knife in vain?"

She had to pick up the knife: "You can't let me hit you again this time."

Step forward and chop the knife, turn around and chop the knife, and chop the knife around the head.

All kinds of slashing and slashing, all kinds of horizontal slashing

In short, Zhao Chuanxin did not teach her the moves that require high requirements for the practitioner, such as the knife point, thrust or cloud wipe. They are just ordinary moves that can be used continuously.

The most important thing is to overcome psychological fear.

In the fight, if you really dare to chop and slash like a madman without caring about life and death, then you have already won half the battle.

When practicing the slash, Zhao Chuanxin deliberately let her hit.

Tsk...

The wound healed.

This time Gail Russell was a little desensitized.

Over the years, she followed Zhao Chuanxin to desensitize, desensitize and desensitize again.

This is the process of overcoming fear with a move.

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

"Now I use the knife, and you also use the knife. Perform all the moves I taught you."

Gail Russell stepped forward and chopped with the knife, slashed, chopped horizontally, and chopped with the knife around the head...

Zhao Chuanxin took the knife and retreated while parrying.

The two knives collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

Gail Russell was addicted to playing, panting and blushing but couldn't stop.

Until she was exhausted.

Looking at Zhao Chuanxin again, he was calm and composed, with a cigar in his mouth, as if playing with a child.

The neighbor, Charles, used to come because Zhao Nianzhen always came, but now he often comes to play because he admires Zhao Chuanxin.

He witnessed the whole process, and his hands and feet were weak with excitement: "Sir, can you teach me?"

This is so cool.

"You?" Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "You are more suitable for American Iai, truth loaded."

...

Zhao Lingjun did not become stable after becoming a mother.

Three months after giving birth, she returned to The Hague, wearing the swimsuit given to her by Zhao Chuanxin, and asked someone to take a camera to record it, and crossed the English Channel.

She was not the first woman to swim across the English Channel, but she was the creator of a new record, reaching Dover, England in only 10 hours and 23 minutes.

She was so strong that she didn't look like a human being, far surpassing a group of men.

This incident caused a sensation in Europe.

After all, Zhao Lingjun has another identity - the Princess of the Netherlands.

There were many visitors in Dover, England at that time. After Zhao Lingjun landed, she gathered her hair and said to the men who whistled and made noises with contempt: "They are all younger brothers!"

The news of the Princess of the Netherlands crossing the English Channel bombarded the headlines of European and American newspapers.

Then, Zhao Lingjun returned to China and went to the capital.

Because of her high attainments in physics, she was secretly invited to participate in the theoretical research of the two eggs on behalf of Lugang Town.

At this time, men on the street like to wear forward hats.

Some people still wear long gowns and cotton gowns. The jackets worn by women are extremely simple in color and very rustic in style.

There are cigarette stalls on the street, selling detergent powder, enamel basins, clothes, handbags, etc.

At this time, these shops are still private, but there has been a rumor that they will be implemented as public-private partnerships next year.

There are barbecues on the street, and they pay attention to eating civil and martial.

Martial eat standing up, and civil eat sitting down.

Zhao Lingjun also ordered a dish, but she ate it with all her might.

She wore an Indian ethnic print jacket that revealed her fair arms, a long skirt that reached her ankles, her hair tied in a ponytail, and sunglasses.

On the streets of Beijing, Scorpion Baba was unique and very dazzling.

This was because Zhao Lingjun knew the customs of the time and deliberately restrained her outfit.

But the men next to her were still very unhappy when they saw it.

"Ah... tui!"

"It's immoral."

"Why did your family let you go out?"

Zhao Lingjun was 1.7 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and even muscular body, but her face was very good. She couldn't compare to Zhao Nianzhen, but she was also a top-notch beauty.

She put the small dish on the counter, came in front of the three people, and stared at them straight: "What's the matter? Do you have any objections? Who the hell are you saying is immoral?"

She was a player who would make waves even when there was no wind, so how could she miss it if there was fun?

The three men were startled and retreated together.

To be honest, the height of Chinese men at that time was generally not high, after all, the nutrition was not enough.

But these three people were from wealthy families and were relatively strong.

They were angry: "Who are you with? Who are you with?"

Zhao Lingjun raised his hand and slapped him.

Slap.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a temper?"

"..."

The man who was slapped was furious and wanted to fight back.

Zhao Lingjun was a person who climbed up the roof and pulled the tiles since she was a child. She wrestled with Yao Bing and others every day. She was proficient in all kinds of weapons. She went to Lugang Town to practice military physical training and shooting with the insurance team. Everything was on par with her father.

Over the years, there were at least hundreds of people who died in her hands, if not a thousand.

She stretched out her hand, grabbed the man's finger, and twisted it back.

Crack.

She threw a backhand punch.

The man fell backwards with his head tilted back.

The man's companions saw this and could not let it go. Two of them surrounded her and tried to knock her down.

Zhao Lingjun elbowed down, and one of them was hit hard in the back and fell to the ground.

Zhao Lingjun held down the second man's head, his skirt flying, and raised his leg to knee him.

Bang.

The force was so strong that the man was bent over, but he fell backwards and passed out.

The owner of the Zhizi BBQ restaurant was stunned.

Pedestrians stopped to watch.

A fair-skinned, young and beautiful girl dressed in "flamboyant" clothes knocked down a big and strong man.

Isn't it strange?

"What a great girl!"

"What a great skill!"

"Why do you look a bit like a foreigner?"

Zhao Lingjun: "Ah... tui! You are a foreigner, your whole family is foreigners!"

At this time, three soldiers patrolling along the street saw this and hurriedly surrounded Zhao Lingjun vigilantly: "You beat someone in the street, come with us."

"Let's go, are you afraid of you?"

Zhao Lingjun raised his arm and wiped his mouth: "Lead the way."

"..."

She was transferred to the police station.

There were a lot of people inside, and she was left aside to wait for interrogation.

Two men next to her looked at her like pigs.

Zhao Lingjun glared: "What the hell are you two looking at? Do you believe I will beat you?"

The two looked at him disdainfully: "Look at how capable you are, you dare to show off here..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Lingjun rushed up and punched the two men left and right.

After a few hits, the two were knocked unconscious.

Zhao Lingjun straightened her clothes: "Give me some face."

No one dared to look at her here.

The police in the police station were furious: "You are so rebellious..."

So they began to interrogate.

"Name."

"Zhao Lingjun."

"What country are you from?"

"Chinese."

"..."

"Place of origin."

"Lubinfu."

As soon as these three words came out, everyone in the room looked at her strangely.

"Oh, you are from a big city? No wonder you have a bad temper."

Lubinfu is a land port, an important pastoral area and grain production area, and it is very rich.

Soon, someone came to the police station: "You are really a little ancestor. If you are not careful, you will slip out and get into trouble."

Zhao Lingjun grinned: "Work and entertainment are not hindered!"

After leaving the house, Zhao Lingjun's mobile phone rang.

It was Benjamin who called: "Big Brother, do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Junior Sister, I hope your whole family will cooperate with me in a research, and borrow me for help."

"No, I won't be in the same place with Zhao Nianzhen, unless I go to my father's place during the New Year."

"..."

...

After returning to Hollywood, Gail Russell told Zhao Chuanxin that she had performed a few punches and knife skills in front of the director, and the director made an exception to add some scenes for her, and wait and see the effect after the release.

This era also saw a lot of bad movies.

Many stars win by piling up numbers. John Wayne made more than 180 movies in his lifetime.

Are all of them classics?

The only one that can be vaguely remembered by future generations is "Stagecoach".

Gail Russell is introverted, but actually very smart.

After Lao Zhao helped her overcome nervousness and social phobia, she made rapid progress.

Since meeting Zhao Chuanxin, she has not touched alcohol, and has become healthier. In addition to practicing the beauty balance technique, her appearance is still at its peak.

...

One day, the landline phone in Zhao Chuanxin's living room rang.

"Li Si, the police station asks you for a favor."

"What happened?"

"The sheriff is injured."

"Wait."

Zhao Chuanxin's life was neither hot nor cold, but also colorful.

Recently, the economy in Damei has not been very good, and there are a lot of unemployed people, and collectors are not so eager to collect money.

Zhao Chuanxin's knives are unsalable, and he has nothing to do all day.

He drove to the police station.

Police officer Bates said with his arm hanging: "Li Si, a group of bank robbers have come to our Home Town. There are four people in total, and everyone has a gun. They..."

The four robbers were named George Herulx, Gerhard Pav, Stat Proud, and William Owen.

They robbed more than 60,000 worth of bonds, American Express traveler's checks, bills and cash in a place called Prairie Town in Kansas.

Then they crossed two states and ran to Home Town.

The man named Stat Proud was also a molester who molested a 12-year-old girl in the local area.

Originally, they were crossing the border honestly and nothing happened.

As a result, another man named William Owen bought cigarettes at the grocery store on the corner of Ressage Street in Home Town without paying.

The boss's wife cursed and William Owen acted arrogantly and pulled out a gun to point at the boss's wife.

Maybe he thought that country people would be afraid of guns.

As a result, the locals were also very tough. The boss Bert McLee came out of the locker room and saw this scene. He grabbed a meat cleaver from the meat counter and was ready to fight.

God has mercy on him, William Owen just wanted to scare the boss.

He raised the muzzle of the gun and fired a shot at the ceiling.

As a result, the boss did not back down and continued to rush with the meat cleaver.

William Owen shot the boss in the arm and finally knocked the meat cleaver down.

William Owen ran away with the cigarette.

The boss's wife called the police.

Sheriff Steve Mulligan led police officers to carry out the arrest, but was resisted by four people with guns.

Steve Mulligan was shot in the stomach and sent to the hospital.

The rest of the police officers were stunned.

There were six people in Home Town, including the sheriff. One was in the hospital and one had an arm injury.

The remaining four were a little panicked.

But they knew that the people in Home Town were even more panicked, and the gangsters hadn't left yet.

Bates and others told Zhao Chuanxin: "We have contacted Foble, but they won't be able to get there for a while. We know that you are a good shooter and very fierce. We ask you to help us arrest or deport this group of people."

If you can't beat them, drive them away.

Go somewhere else and harm the people somewhere else.

These policemen probably thought so.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: God have mercy on me, I haven't killed anyone for many years!

Is it okay to kill people impartially?

He said righteously: "Protecting the country and the people is everyone's responsibility. Tell me, where are the robbers, let's go now..."