Chapter 63

The location of this grave is also very special. It is built behind the old leader of the original Weilang mountain.

Looking from the hillside, it seemed that he was the owner of the tomb. Even if he was buried in the ground, he had been silently following behind the old leader and escorting him.

The system of the grave bag is even more strange. On the round grave head, I don't know whether it is the problem of water and soil or the wind and sun. Leng is that a small grave bag is bulging up above.

It's as funny as a bag on one's forehead.

But Ma Fengyun, who had come here with the sacrifice, looked at such a scene, but it seemed that he must have such a look.

First, he respectfully swept for his old father, and then came to the grave that had special significance for his life.

"Uncle Gu, Huang Daxian, I've come to see you again. I wonder if you miss me when I haven't come here in person for so many years. You won't recognize me as an old ma Fengyun."

"Uncle, when I came here today, I specially brought your favorite roast chicken. I hope you don't blame me. You can continue to bless me in the sky and save thousands of old and young men."

Ma Fengyun, who was talking to himself to the tombstone, gently put the remaining sacrifices in his hand in turn.

There are the old cellars made of grain from Gansu Province and the greedy roast chicken that is still warm and fragrant in all parts of the country.

The leftmost cigarette bag pot was filled with rare high-quality cut tobacco. The yellow paper money of Yuanbao system was also taken out of the bag by Ma Fengyun.

"Pa"

The lighter lit a little fire and burned the flammable cut paper in front of the grave, just like lighting a small pile of campfire.

"Uncle Gu, what my old brothers and I regret most is that you went too early. It's too hard for you all your life."

"When I followed my horse, I didn't enjoy any happiness. I had to fight south and North with my sick body, serve horses and manage logistics."

"When we occupied a large area outside the mountain, all the eight bandits and negotiators went here, and our brothers in the mountain stronghold were ready to enjoy themselves, you closed your eyes."

"I don't know if it's because of Huang Daxian who leaked the secret of heaven, or because Uncle Gu, you blocked the disaster for my ma Fengyun and gave me this useless man your original longevity."

Speaking of this, iron blood for many years, tears did not fall. Even when the old leader left, he was only a man with red eyes, and finally sobbed.

"Uncle Gu, why can't you leave later? I thought selfishly that you are the only one who can accompany me ma Fengyun in the end."

Said here, Ma Fengyun wiped a tear. After seeing the increasingly clear drum at the head of the grave, he seemed to think of something and burst out laughing.

"Oh, I almost forgot you, Huang Daxian. Although your appearance is very short for me, Ma Fengyun and uncle Gu, I will never forget the days I spent with you in my life."

"You are also a great benefactor of Ma Fengyun and the whole Weilang mountain. It's estimated that you were caught as a boy by a passing immortal in order to break my bad luck and leak your breath."

Gu Zheng, who was watching the whole process, was covered with black lines.

It turns out that Gu Zheng of the world explained this to Ma Fengyun? Why doesn't Wong Tai Sin appear again?

Really talented.

You're a boy. Your whole family is a boy.

It's really quite feudal and superstitious. The lens turns black, and a little yellow light is integrated into it again, and the whole book is dimmed.

After clearly reading this scene, Gu Zheng just looked at xiaoforget book without saying a word. Waiting for the contract in the printer to spit out all the paper, he took the paper and walked out of this small study without looking back.

With the door closed, the laughing forgetting Book trembling on one side was finally relieved. He thought he was going to die on the spot just now.

Can it be said that Gu Zheng was in a good mood today and let him go?

Unfortunately, the literary accomplishment of laughing and forgetting books must be not very good. It forgot a word called "settle accounts after autumn".