Chapter 123

On the highway, there was a traffic jam of unknown length.

Most of these cars were sedans, but trucks were not rare either.

Like small houses that were uneven and depressed.

Snow had already accumulated several centimeters thick on the roofs of the cars, and the nearby road surface was all dirty snow and dirty ice, with both tire tracks and footprints.

I heard it was because of the rain and snow on the road ahead, which had frozen into thick ice and could not pass, so a bulldozer was transferred over and was slowly breaking the ice.

Everyone had been blocked here for half a day, really anxious, hungry, and stuffy, and many people couldn't help but get out of the car to walk around, going forward to explore the situation.

There were also people who were no longer willing to walk around blindly forward or backward.

Just standing next to their car, wearing a hat, stepping on the stainless steel guardrail with their right foot, arching their backs, and smoking stuffy cigarettes.

Dozens of meters away on the side of the road, a few children were playing in the snow.

There was also a child holding a bag of red instant noodles, pressing hard, apparently wanting to crush them and eat them dry.

The man smoking lit up and shouted: "That kid, do you have any more instant noodles? I'll pay, buy two bags."

The child looked over for a while, didn't pay attention, and ran back to the village.

The man smoking sighed and continued to smoke the half cigarette.

After a while, he saw an old lady in a red cotton coat carrying a thermos and half a box of instant noodles walking over.

The child who had just run away was following behind her.

The man smoking was happy immediately: "Is it for me?"

He looked at the roadside being too high, and the old lady couldn't send it up, so he climbed over the guardrail, stepped on the roadside bricks, and jumped down.

Not far ahead, there was a truck, and the driver and passenger were both standing by the truck, watching this scene.

These two men were both of medium build, one of whom had no features, just a small, inconspicuous mole on his right forehead.

The other man, however, was missing the little finger of his right hand.

"Why haven't Old Liu and the others come back yet? Does it take so long to chase a cat?"

The man with the broken finger said, "I'm hungry again, I'm going to get some instant noodles too."

The other man pulled him: "You forgot the last time we were blocked, those villagers ran over, and the white porridge in the thermos was sold for fifty yuan a bowl."

The man with the broken finger said: "Of course I didn't forget, if it weren't for the goods, I would have given them a lesson at that time."

The man next to him whispered: "With our net worth, eating a five-thousand-yuan meal is nothing, but I just don't like our money being slaughtered by such small characters for nothing."

The man smoking was indeed already touching money, a fifty-yuan note.

The old lady shook her hand repeatedly, pushing his hand back.

The man smoking had no choice, searched around, and found two ten-yuan notes.

The old lady pushed back a few times before accepting it.

Seeing the man smoking fill his thermos with hot water and carry half a box of instant noodles up.

The faces of the two people by the truck were a bit ugly.

After a while, their faces were even uglier.

In the village, it seemed that because the old lady took the lead, many households brought some instant noodles, ham sausages, and hot water for the people blocked on the highway.

Basically, it was the price commonly seen in small shops, no one took the opportunity to increase the price, and some people didn't charge money at all.

People blocked on the road successively had strong and healthy people jump down to get things.

Some talkative ones started talking directly, full of smiles, spitting hot air from their mouths.

It was freezing cold, but the road section became lively.

The man with the broken finger couldn't hold it anymore, jumped down to get two buckets of instant noodles, squeezed in ham sausages, poured hot water, and inserted forks.

He didn't use his hands to climb up the road surface, ran two steps, and stepped directly on the road foundation bricks to return to the highway.

A child saw this scene and screamed.

"So amazing!"

The man with the broken finger looked back and laughed.

"Here!"

He shared a bucket of noodles with his companion, and couldn't wait for it to soak, so he turned it over with a fork and ate it.

A middle-aged man with a fat face and sideburns leaned over and sighed with emotion.

"There are still more good people in the world. Friend, your athletic ability is so good, can you help me buy two buckets?"

The fat-faced man said while pinching a red note and handing it over.

The man with the broken finger didn't look at him, just spat out one word: "Get lost!"

Before the words fell, the hand of the fat-faced man holding the banknote was already close to the man with the broken finger's ribs, and his five fingers suddenly dug in; the down jacket couldn't stop that penetrating force at all.

The man with the broken finger suddenly felt his whole body like an electric shock, and the position of his ribs was so painful that he couldn't speak, and he had no strength at all.

The instant noodles in his hand were about to fall, but were also caught by the fat-faced man's other hand.

"You!"

The scream from the man with the broken finger's throat was lower than expected, only making a weak breathy sound.

He was terrified, only his eyeballs could move, and he hurriedly wanted to look at his companion.

He saw his companion standing there like a wooden chicken, still holding the instant noodles, his limbs motionless, even his eyeballs motionless, only sweat beads were oozing from his forehead.

A young man who was really not afraid of the cold, wearing a shirt and windbreaker, stood lazily beside his companion, putting his arm around his companion's shoulder like a brother.

The man with the broken finger at least knew when the fat-faced man with sideburns squeezed through the vehicles.

The man with the mole didn't know at all when this windbreaker youth approached.

Chu Chu Tianshu put his arm around the other's shoulder, and the Immortal Force had already permeated the other's whole body.

The force was as soft as flowing water, and could be like a needle, stimulating the muscles in an orderly manner.

Where it should be paralyzed, it was paralyzed at once; where it should move, it flicked under a prick.

Chu Chu Tianshu put his arm around him and walked forward, and the other's feet automatically took steps.

Qi Qi Lianyong also walked forward while pinching the man with the broken finger.

But here, it took a bit of effort.

The man with the broken finger's feet were both soft, and Qi Qi Lianyong seemed to only pinch his ribs, but actually, he had to lift the man with the broken finger's whole body.

He was "carrying" the man with the broken finger forward with one hand.

The four arrived behind the truck and opened the carriage.

Chu Chu Tianshu took the person and jumped, turned back and gave a hand, and the four of them flowed naturally into the carriage.

The carriage space was very large, even if more than a hundred sealed cardboard boxes were stacked on both sides, the middle was still spacious.

"You actually only put your arm around his shoulder and could control his legs."

Qi Qi Lianyong praised after entering, "This is not only a clear understanding of the common tendons and muscles of the human body, but also knowing the strength of the other's body in one touch."

"Once you cross the threshold of cultivating both life and nature, it will be so miraculous? In just a few years, your kung fu has been practiced so high?"

Chu Chu Tianshu smiled: "I had other opportunities and obtained several secret books from senior experts."

"Especially one of them, which is also practicing Tongbei, I will show it to Master Qi later."

Qi Qi Lianyong said hurriedly: "Unmerited rewards are not accepted; I also charged money for teaching you fist techniques back then, the price of your secret book..."

"We'll talk about the price later."

Chu Chu Tianshu said casually, "I plan to go to the Golden Knife Martial Arts School to stroll around; can Master Qi help me introduce me when the time comes?"

Qi Qi Lianyong was stunned: "What are you going there for?"

"It's very normal for someone practicing martial arts to want to see a martial arts school, right?"

Chu Chu Tianshu smiled, "Perhaps, there is also a business that can be discussed with people in the martial arts school."

When he went out, he specifically changed his clothes and brought his savings card.

In addition to his previous savings, the card also had the money transferred from the Macau region.

The profit of the online store was secondary; the most generous at the moment was the bonus from the Nie Nie Longding incident.

With savings in the card, he didn't panic in his heart.

Chu Chu Tianshu estimated: with the relationship of an acquaintance and this money, asking experts from the Golden Knife Martial Arts School to help him practice should be a matter of course.

It's just that it's hard to say how long the service can be bought.

The man with the broken finger heard them talking about "Golden Knife Martial Arts School" and "follow-up business" without any avoidance, and his heart was full of hatred, anger, and fear.

These two people clearly had them eaten, so they were so unscrupulous.

Whether they were sent to be handled by the law or directly silenced, the outcome was probably doomed.

"You..."

The man with the broken finger struggled and spat out a weak volume, "Sneak attack..."

Chu Chu Tianshu gave him a look.

"Who told you to be stuck on the highway with so many fellow villagers around."

"If it were another occasion, I wouldn't mind counting to three before slapping you away."

The strength of these two people was actually not bad.

If they were allowed to play, they shouldn't be inferior to two Kunlun slaves created by poison arts.

However, facing a sneak attack that didn't talk about martial virtue, they didn't even have the treatment of being grabbed by Chu Chu Tianshu and thrown away like Kunlun slaves.

"This is tactical wisdom."

Qi Qi Lianyong was even more disdainful, "Who has heard of talking about martial virtue with criminals?"

"Do you deserve it?"

Three honks came from the side of the highway.

Chu Chu Tianshu went out to see three vans parked under the highway.

This was a strategy decided before everyone set off.

Because the criminal's large truck was on the highway, and the carriage contained some precious antiques.

To avoid accidents, let the two people with the best kung fu go up first and quietly take down the suspects.

The rest of the martial arts school went to find a car, drove along the small road to the side of the highway.

When the time comes, the suspects and stolen goods can be moved down in batches and all taken away.

Nearby villagers and people blocked on the highway were still chatting and laughing.

Some truck drivers noticed people moving things over there, but only showed a look of envy.

They thought it was someone with a wide network who invited companions to transfer goods.

Chu Chu Tianshu pricked those two people with a few needles, ensuring that after leaving his hands, these two would also obediently not move.

However, just as he sent these two into the van and gathered them with the sturdy man and the thin man before.

The phone on the man with the broken finger suddenly rang.

Qi Qi Lianyong reacted quickly, three fingers like eagle claws, directly pinching the man with the broken finger's throat, threatening in a low voice.

"If you don't want to die, fool them, say your phone is running out of battery from the cold, and you might be disconnected later!"

Before, the sturdy man had already confessed the identities of everyone, and Qi Qi Lianyong reported it to the provincial department to send people to arrest them.

In addition to these core members, there were many accomplices scattered in various places, and now they couldn't let those people notice the abnormality.

Chu Chu Tianshu pulled out a silver needle, allowing the man with the broken finger to nod.

Qi Qi Lianyong loosened his fingertips slightly, took out the man with the broken finger's phone, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Ah Xuan."

A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

"You've been blocked for so long, the ferry has already been missed; after the car gets off the highway later, just change to a place to settle down."

The man with the broken finger's throat was a bit dry: "This damn weather really doesn't work, my phone is almost out of battery from the cold; Boss, what place are you talking about? Is it safe?"

The boss said: "Golden Knife Martial Arts School, you've heard of it, right?"

(End of chapter)