Chen Mo said lightly: "No one told me, so what?" His tone was very natural, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.
Wild Dog Wu Zhen narrowed his eyes. He was not a fool. Since the young man in front of him dared to speak like this, he was either pretending to be calm or he was also a trainer. However, it was obvious that the former was more likely because he had carried a The drawing board should be a character like a painter.
"Boy, look at you, you've made a lot of money, right? I'm in a good mood today. If you give me half of your income, I'll spare your life!" Wild Dog Wu Zhen quickly regained his ferocious demeanor and looked at him. Chen Mo said fiercely.
Chen Mo smiled. It was because he was in a good mood and was willing to chat with this boy. Otherwise, as a monk, he would not care about him. He would have been hit by a ball of spiritual energy.
"All right."
Chen Mo threw a coin to the wild dog Wu Zhen: "That's all I have today. If you want more tomorrow, just wait for me here."
"A piece of copper?! You're fucking kidding me!!" The wild dog Wu Zhen suddenly became anxious. This was obviously teasing him and treating him like a beggar! "Boy, you pissed me off! What do you think will happen to you?" Wild Dog Wu Zhen's face turned red, and some uncontrollable murderous intent appeared on his face.
Chen Mo looked at him calmly: "What will happen?"
"I will chop off both of your hands! I will search out all the money and throw you into the trash! You little beast, suffer death!!"
The wild dog Wu Zhen rushed over with a roar, the short sword behind him unsheathed. He planned to chop down the kid in front of him with one knife, and then chop off the two hands he relied on for a living. Can't you draw? I, the wild dog Wu Zhen, will destroy you today! He smiled evilly.
The wild dog Wu Zhen was very fast and got close to Chen Mo in the blink of an eye. When the thin young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who was hiding behind saw him using this move, he quickly said to the boys behind him: "Pay attention, this is the wild dog." Wu Zhen's signature is his sharp sword that no one can defend against! He has countless tricks to defeat the enemy behind with one move!"
"Click!"
Chen Mo grabbed the short knife that was stabbing him and squeezed it hard. In the astonished eyes of the wild dog Wu Zhen, it fell to the ground with a cold sound, and the five people watching behind trembled.
"Click!"
The second crisp sound was the sound of broken bones. The heartbreaking pain made Wu Zhen, the wild dog, scream in pain. Chen Mo shook his head, added a kick, and kicked the man away a foot away, and then punched him not far away. In the garbage heap, the body of wild dog Wu Zhen trembled a few times in the dark night, and soon became silent.
Chen Mo sighed. He didn't want to kill this person. A little punishment would be enough. But since he was seeking death, he couldn't be blamed.
Then again, there is no telling how many times this man has committed such things before him, so he should be regarded as eliminating harm for the people. Chen Mo thought this in his mind, glanced back unintentionally, and headed to his residence again.
After a cup of tea, it was confirmed that Chen Mo was far away. Only then did the thin gangster with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks dare to step forward. He walked up to Wu Zhen with a few younger brothers, checked his breathing with his fingers, and couldn't help but said in a voice: "Wu Zhen...die Got it!"
From Wu Zhen blocking the road to his death, everything happened in the blink of an eye. How could that painter have such power with just a simple kick? !
One of the boys seemed to have thought of something. He touched Wu Zhen's right wrist holding the knife and said in surprise: "Boss...Boss! The bones are crushed!!"
That night, major news emerged in this small area. Under the praise and myths of several younger brothers, the story that Wu Zhen, a wild dog, was kicked to death by a scholar-looking man spread throughout the alleys in this area!
As for where this scholar is, I don’t know, and no one dares to ask. Not long after the incident, the remnant wolf kings, who were as famous as the wild dog Wu Zhen, planned to avenge him. After seeing Wu Zhen's crushed wrist, they just yelled guiltily for a while, hurriedly gathered the body, and then fell into despair. Went back home.
Chen Mo didn't know all this. At this time, he returned to the dilapidated house, lit a candle for lighting, and lay on the bed, thoughtful.
His current situation is very bad. He has fallen from the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining to the first level. He can only use very few spiritual energy threads every day. He once looked inside his body for the last time at the third level of Qi Refining. The black evil aura has blocked most of the spiritual energy meridians, and less than one percent of the spiritual energy can flow and circulate.
However, even if he is at the first level of Qi Refining, he is not someone that these mortals can bully. Although Chen Mo is not a person with incomparable strength, with the blessing of spiritual power, he is confident that he is no worse than those who are born with divine power, let alone him. There is also the existence of the killer spirit balloon.
It was just a spiritual power ball, less than one percent of the size when he was at the eighth level of Qi refining.
What he lacks now is some skills to use against the enemy. Now he is like a puppet with no brute strength. The skills are the puppet master behind it. With the skills, he can be like a fish in water and live in the world. There is a place in the world.
After all, it's always good to be careful.
Chen Mo had already discovered the gangsters he was following, and the reason why he didn't deal with them together was because he didn't want to be blocked by these low-level gangsters every day, and was afraid of wasting time.
After arriving at the inn where he stayed for a few days in Qinfeng County, he roughly found out about the personnel of the Chen family. Chen Qi, the father of the owner of the jade pendant, had three children, two boys and one girl, all aged sixteen or seventeen. age.
Chen Mo planned to get close to the youngest third sister, Chen Jia, and take action on her. It would be much easier to implement the plan.
At the same time, he does not want to bet only on the Chen family. Like Liu Qing, he will always have a back-up plan. Just tonight, he has completed the preliminary layout. This slum area is his room to play.
A night of silence.
The next day, Chen Mo came to his familiar location on Qinfeng Street and started setting up a stall. The smell of wine was not afraid of the depth of the alley. He set up an easel and wrote down the price of fifty cents for each painting. He sat on the chair and closed his eyes to rest. stand up.
With the money he earned yesterday, he bought some food, and he was still a little rich. He was not afraid of not having any customers. This was really a business that lasted three years without opening, and three years after opening.
As night approached, the ordinary woman who visited him yesterday came, bringing two women of similar age to her. The woman also greeted Chen Mo: "Painter! You are still here! They are My neighbor, I saw your handiwork yesterday, and I would like to trouble the painter to paint two more portraits!"
The two women took out a hundred copper coins. Seeing that Chen Mo was so young, they hesitated and handed the money to him. Maybe he was gifted? the two women thought.
Chen Mo smiled and didn't care about all this. He was just fishing to gain popularity. After taking a look at their faces, he picked up two paintings. In the first painting, the woman had a dignified face, folding plum blossoms with her jade hands, and lightly holding them. He took it under his nose and sniffed it, feeling indescribably shy, while the woman in the other painting looked like an orchid in an empty valley, looking at the mountains in the distance, wondering what she was thinking.
"Thank you painter!!"
The two girls took the portrait and were extremely excited. As her neighbor said, this young painter really has some tricks up his sleeve!
It was not that there were no onlookers at this time. The ecstatic expressions of the two women on Qinfeng Street had long been seen by other people. After further questioning, many people knew that there was a painter with superb skills here. Which woman would not Love beauty? One of the onlookers gritted her teeth and took out fifty coins to try it out.
"The painting looks so similar..."
When Chen Mo painted this girl's portrait, some people looked at it from Chen Mo's perspective and couldn't help but admire her.
"Look at the speed at which he draws, it's scary!"
Some people have also noticed the way Chen Mo paints. His painting method is based on lines. The turning of the human body is concisely outlined with ink pens. The form is vivid, the virtual and the real are combined, and matched with pigments. Even if he just looks at it, he does not look like a 10-year-old or eight-year-old. Even after years of effort, don’t even think about truly comprehending it.
Not long after, a portrait of a girl was finished. Amid the cheers of the girl and the applause of more than 20 people who were watching, Chen Mo put away the drawing board and ended the stall.
"Little brother, will you come again to paint tomorrow?"
"Can I sign up now? I'll make an appointment for a painting tomorrow!"
Chen Mo listened to the shouts of the people around him and just smiled without responding. Under the expectant and curious eyes of everyone, Chen Mo once again left Qinfeng Street and headed for his residence in the slums.
"It's the same night again... don't meet the same villains as last night."
Chen Mo glanced at the sky and sighed. It wasn't that he was afraid of being robbed, but he just didn't want to commit another crime.
The slum area is very large. After passing through a group of dilapidated wooden houses, what comes into view is a group of low trees. Crows crow "mutely" on them, which makes the people listening upset.
Chen Mo came to the entrance of the alley again. There were many alleys here, and you could get lost if you weren't careful. He continued to move forward according to yesterday's route.
An old lady who was walking with difficulty was holding her hand on the edge of the alley and moving slowly. Chen Mo smiled in his heart, walked forward quickly and said, "Old lady, why don't you go home so late?"
Hearing someone talking, the old lady was startled at first. Then she found a young man carrying a drawing board. She felt relieved. She quickly grabbed Chen Mo and said repeatedly: "My child! Go home quickly. It's dark outside." Peace!!”
Chen Mo hummed: "I learned this yesterday. Speaking of which, why don't you go home at night, old lady?"
"Alas!" The old lady sighed: "I'm getting older. I broke my leg when I went out, and no one took care of me. I had to go back by myself. My child, let's go!"
After speaking, Chen Mo glanced at the old lady's right leg. There were indeed signs of injury. No wonder she was walking so slowly. Chen Mo touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Old lady, let me carry you back."
"Child! No need! You can go back when the aunt is back! It's not peaceful here at night!" The old lady waved her hands repeatedly. Chen Mo smiled, and when the old lady wasn't paying attention, he put the drawing board into a storage bag and carried it on his back. Above: "Mom, please tell me where your home is. I want to see it."
After Chen Mo finished speaking, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. These little tricks could be hidden from others, but they couldn't be hidden from him. The old lady's legs were obviously broken! Obviously someone did this on purpose!
Only the broken legs will show dark bruises. In addition, at such a late hour, using the old lady to lure passers-by to help, or deliberately luring Chen Mo into the house, is probably just to show off. moment.
Through the simple conversation just now, Chen Mo could see the guilt and hesitation in the old lady's eyes. He guessed that this group of people might have used something to blackmail the old lady.
But it doesn't matter, he can see it now when he goes there.
