"The Book of Thieves" is said to have been written by Gu Shangxiao Shiqian, the ancestor of the first generation of thieves in the old Shi family. Later, it was passed down to Xu Qing through the descendants of the Shi family, adding some things from the new era.
This volume of Thieves' Scripture is quite complete. It can be said that one can become a standard thief king by thoroughly reading this volume of Thieves' Scripture.
Xu Qing took the Thief Sutra, smiled with a jet lag, and reached out to help his apprentice up. Tears were already pouring down his eyes. After decades of wishing for him, he was filled with emotion. He couldn't help but shed a few tears.
Shi Lag pulled Xu Qing to sit on the sofa and said in a low voice: "Qingzi, I know that high-level ancient warriors have the ability to remember photographs. Take advantage of the time now to read the Thieves' Scripture. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me.
I will go and prepare the belongings for tomorrow."
Xu Qing nodded in agreement, and spread out the Thieves Sutra flat on his knees. It was covered with densely packed small characters. If the paragraphs were not clear, it would be dazzling just by looking at it.
Xu Qing's reading speed is very fast. It took him only three hours to read a volume of The Thief's Classic that had been accumulated and summarized by previous people for hundreds of years, and he used his powerful memory to imprint all the contents in his mind.
The method of recording was so miraculous that it completely overturned his previous understanding of thieves. After reading The Thief's Book, he had a strong impulse to practice on several big and spectacular cases.
Shi Lag had already made a stack of masks. He walked over with a smile on his face and handed two of them to Xu Qing: "Ask the old man outside the door to come in and see how it works."
Xu Qing smiled, rolled up the Thief Sutra on his knee with one hand and handed it to the old thief. He blinked and said with a smile: "You should keep this for safekeeping. I have already memorized the contents above."
Even though there was a jet lag, he didn't refuse. He took the Thief's Book, rolled it up, and put it back in the secret compartment at the foot of the table. The Chinese Martial Spirit Base was relatively safe. Hiding things here would ensure that nothing would happen.
Xu Qing got up and opened the door, ready to call Hu Kai in, but found that the old man was blocking a group of acquaintances. Everyone from the fifth team was there, as well as Huang Pulan who had changed into a tight-fitting leather suit. This girl must be
I also took a clean shower, and when I sniffed, I could smell the fresh scent of shower gel. Ren Bing also changed into a set of casual clothes. This guy also had a very cool black fox fur coat on his arm. Why are you looking at it?
Looks familiar?
Ren Bing shook his hands and threw the fur coat to Xu Qing, laughing and scolding: "It's a prodigal thing. I'm going to throw away nearly a million fur coats at a moment's notice. What a shame for those of us who are paid!"
Xu Qing reached out and took the leather coat with a smile, turned around and walked to Shi Lai, put the fur coat on him like a treasure, and said with a chuckle: "Master, I gave this coat to you as a tribute. It's very warm."
Jet Lag touched the fur of his fur coat with a happy face, and suddenly found that the obedient disciple standing opposite had a weird smile. Then he thought about it and his face suddenly became stern, and he suddenly raised his hand and knocked him on the forehead, laughing and scolding him.
Said: "You brat, you're going to round the corner and say I'm a thief, right? I'm a thief, so I'll spray it in your face!"
Xu Qing received a slap in the face with a smile, touched his head and said: "Master, you are an old thief, and I am a little thief. Together, we, master and disciple, will definitely be able to do a few big cases that will make the world famous."
Ren Bing, who was waiting at the door, was already impatient and said loudly: "Hey, you two masters and disciples still have something to finish. I'm afraid the practice banquet I ordered is almost gone."
The master and the apprentice turned around together, with particularly bright smiles on their faces. They shook Ren Bing's thumbs up and walked out of the door together.
Arunachal Pradesh has been the sacred territory of China since ancient times. However, due to some historical reasons, it was usurped by the three countries of India and Afghanistan and became a disputed border. It is rich in animal and plant resources and has a wide climate span. If it were not for China’s consistent stance
If the foreign policy remains unchanged, the jointly negotiated foreign policy will not be embarrassed at this stage.
The country of China is like a dozing giant beast. There are always fleas and lice hopping around. There are also many beasts that think they are strong and want to sneak up and take a bite of it, because a piece of oily skin of the giant beast is nothing to these beasts.
The weather was so full that they just gnawed and barked several times without getting tired of it, and they were not afraid of the giant beast waking up and blowing these beasts into the sky with a loud fart.
Longmen is located on the Wolong Ridge in the south of this disputed land. This mountain range borders the Himalayas to the north. There are many types of forests. All kinds of wild animals thrive on this mountain range, ranging from wild elephants, buffalo, black bears, tigers to small musk deer.
, civets, hares... it is a truly fertile land.
Wolong Ridge is like a coiled dragon enclosing a large mountain basin, with pavilions, pavilions and pavilions inside. The trees and rocks surrounding it seem to be natural, but in fact there are many traces of artificial modification. People who live outside Wolong Ridge
The people in the basin are mainly Han and Tibetan, with a few Monba and Ajia ethnic groups. All of them are very conscious not to set foot in the area in the basin. It is said that people who enter will get lost inexplicably and end up starved to skin and bones before they are settled.
Send those in the basin out.
Longmen, everyone who lives around Wolong Ridge knows its existence. It existed long before these people settled. I don’t know if it has been hundreds or thousands of years, but no one will delve into it with a heart of awe.
Just go and take a look, just keep telling everyone not to get close to that mysterious basin.
The wild animals on Wolong Ridge often attract hunters. In the eyes of humans, these creatures are food and money. The weak eat the strong. This has always been the case.
Bang! There was a gunshot in the silent mountain forest, followed by frightened birds on the treetops flapping their wings and flying into the air. Killings often occur here, and protecting wild animals has long been an empty talk. Three men holding shotguns were in the forest.
Running fast in the middle, they were hunting an injured gibbon. This kind of gibbon is a good thing for hunters. A monkey head can be sold for five thousand rupees, and there is also ape meat. In total, each person can get at least a share.
Nearly three thousand rupees is a fortune that cannot be given up.
The injured gibbon can no longer climb branches and jump on the treetops. It can only jog on the ground with its legs and feet, leaving a conspicuous blood trail wherever it passes. This is undoubtedly a signpost guiding hunters to chase. The poor ape was shot on the left shoulder by a bullet.
After drilling a hole, it stumbles after taking a few steps, and keeps running forward. This is the instinct of survival. It wants to live. It is such a simple thought that supports it to run forward hard, as if it is moving forward again.
A few can survive.
The hunters had already discovered the ape in front of them, but the injured animal was still crawling forward tenaciously. At the moment when three shotguns were raised at the same time, it missed its footing and rolled down a slope ahead with a scream.
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The three hunters were all Asan types with big noses and dark circles under their eyes, but they raised their guns and hesitated as if they knew the territory in front of them was unreachable. They muttered a few words carefully, and finally decided to continue hunting the injured ape.
When they walked carefully to the slope with their guns in hand, two brown shadows whizzed down from the big trees on the side with the sound of wind. The frightened hunters instinctively raised the muzzles of their guns and pulled the triggers hard...