C213 a few small things

"grand sacrifice, my Ninth Uncle …" Feng Shugu was a little embarrassed by the situation in front of him. At the end of the day, he was merely a member of the younger generation. Other than his father being the village chief, he was actually no different from the others.

grand sacrifice waved his hand, then shook his head. Looking at the direction that Ninth Uncle left in, he said with regret: "Prepare the final preparations."

"Mm …" Ah!? What did you say, grand sacrifice? " Just as Feng Shugu and Feng Shumu nodded their heads, they asked in shock, but the grand sacrifice did not say anything and just used his finger to point at his head. "I'm tired, send me back. At this age, my body is getting weaker and weaker."

"grand sacrifice, it's already so late, why don't we rest in our village for the night, and then we can send you back to Shang Xi?" At this time, it was still inappropriate to send this grand sacrifice back, so Feng Shugu asked him to stay.

However, grand sacrifice did not have the intention to stay. His attitude of leaving was extremely resolute. Not far from the river. You can't spend the night outside, you can't stay overnight. " The grand sacrifice shook his head, and in the end, Feng Shumu went over again and sent the grand sacrifice up the river.

Two men from the village chatted and laughed with us as we helped Zheng Wuxie and I back to Feng Shugu's house. Fan Cunhu's palm cracked open and he had already made simple bandages along with the herbs in the mountain.

"Brother Qi Qiao, Brother Wu Xie, and Brother Cun Hu!" Feng Shugu gratefully grabbed all three of our hands and shook them simultaneously. Thank you so much for what you did today! I really don't know how to thank you all.

"Big Brother Gu, that's how it should be. "If we were to encounter something like this, we would be able to put in a lot of effort. Otherwise, we would all feel embarrassed when you passionately invited us to spend the night in the stronghold." Zheng Wuxie became that listless and listless look of his once again. I said a few words to Feng Shugu and he went downstairs, telling us to have a good rest.

"I want nourishment. I want great nourishment. I want the Hundred Insects Banquet." Zheng Wuxie whined on the bamboo bed, but I didn't pay any attention to him. I was indeed very tired, and as soon as I laid down, I quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, I heard a shocking piece of news. It was early in the morning, and the atmosphere in the stronghold was strange. It was as if the hazy sky was shrouded in a layer of sadness. As we were walking down the stairs, Feng Shugu was tied up with a black cloth around his sleeves.

"The Ninth Uncle has passed away." Feng Shugu's indifferent words actually made me remember what that grand sacrifice said that night. It was as if he had already predicted the death of that Ninth Uncle.

"It's about time for him to stand up. He should be dead by the end of his life. If he is too sad then he will die." After resting for a night, Zheng Wuxie's complexion looked much better. Although he still looked pale, at least he didn't exhaust all of his life force like he did at night. It was just that the words that came out of his mouth still made people feel that something was amiss.

"How can you say that!" I looked at Zheng Wuxie with dissatisfaction. Then he said to Feng Shugu: "Big Brother Gu, leaving this old man here is also a kind of release. I can roughly understand the heartfelt respect these simple seedling clansmen have for their elders.

Even if the real Ninth Uncle had done many things against Feng Shugu, but now that they were all gone, even if there was a huge hatred between them, it would still be considered as having a death grudge.

Feng Shugu was rather open-minded, he waved his hand and said: "When you're old, there are days and days, although I am very unwilling, I still have to face it. Brother Qi Qiao, you guys should put this room to rest. I will go to Ninth Uncle's house to settle some matters, then come and greet you all. "

"Let's go together." Zheng Wuxie suddenly frowned. In the evening, he was thoroughly angered by me. I'll go take a look and see if I can send the old man on his way. It can also be considered as an apology for last night's rudeness. "

"This... "Is it suitable?" Feng Shugu was a little hesitant. Zheng Wuxie patted his shoulder and said: "There is nothing that is inappropriate or inappropriate. Big Brother Gu, have you forgotten that we understand these things?"

"That's true." Feng Shugu's expression relaxed, he thought for a while and said: "If you guys were to go over, then don't mind Uncle He's attitude too much. He's actually still quite a good person, and just has some issues with my father."

"Relax, you don't trust us?"

We went to Ninth Uncle's house, the mourning hall was already prepared. He was placed on the bed, covered by a large red cloth. A group of men were kneeling on the floor. Women could not appear under such circumstances. There were many rules in the mountains. Sometimes, looking at them gave people a feeling of sexism. In reality, it wasn't so simple. To some extent, these rules were passed down from ancient times because they were meant to protect them.

When we arrived, the originally solemn atmosphere became even more tense. Ninth Uncle's son, who was always by his side last night, looked at us with an unfriendly gaze. After we both paid our respects with incense, Ninth Uncle's son finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Kid Gu, what do you mean by this!?" He looked at Feng Shugu, and the anger in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

Feng Shugu bowed and said: "Uncle He, let's talk outside. It's not convenient here, don't disturb Ninth Uncle."

The two of them went out, and in less than a minute, they came in again. This time, Uncle He's expression softened a lot. He nodded at us and said, "Then I'll leave father's matter to you. "Just now …"

"Actually, we also have a lot of things that are wrong. Everyone, please take care of them. Wu Xie, didn't you want to send me off? " With Zheng Wuxie's temper, he was definitely the type of person who would eye back, so I took the initiative to continue the conversation.

Zheng Wuxie nodded, and gently stepped forward and removed the red cloth covering Ninth Uncle's face. His fingers slowly twisted in the air, and it seemed as if there was the same smell as the grand sacrifice's fingers last night. A strange energy that could only be felt appeared on his fingertip. It was not life force, but an aura that could calm the mind.

This scripture belonged to neither of the Buddhist nor Buddhist families. If one really had to divide it, it should be one of the most unremarkable classics in China, a sect of Yin and Yang. Using obsession to transform obsession into obsession would also be similar to the theory of fighting against poison in Chinese medicine.

Zheng Wuxie changed his technique and pressed his pinky against Ninth Uncle's nose. He pinched together his index finger and thumb like a peacock pecking at prey, and when the last syllable of the < Sea of Bitterness > came out, he touched Ninth Uncle's lips.

Although he did not use much strength, Ninth Uncle opened his mouth slowly. After his adam's apple moved once, it spewed out a mouthful of black Qi and dissipated into the air. This scene caused everyone to be flabbergasted. Perhaps they had never seen something so mystical or so strange.

"I don't want to go anywhere, I don't ask where. Old man, take care. " Zheng Wuxie took a step back and bowed again. There were some indescribable changes to Ninth Uncle's body, but it directly affected the atmosphere of the entire scene. I knew that it wasn't an illusion because the scene had indeed become less heavy at this moment.

I gave Zheng Wuxie a thumbs up, then said a few words of condolences to the son of the Ninth Uncle, before pulling him and Fan Cunhu out of the house, with Feng Shugu following us from behind.

The first rays of the morning sun finally shone through the hills to the east. In fact, it was almost noon.

"Big Brother Gu, wake uncle up first. "If you come out and bask in the sun, you'll recover a lot faster." Looking to the east, Zheng Wuxie said to Feng Shugu. Let's go back first. We can't have any women around when we call for uncle Awakening. "

"Wuxie, are you alright?" On the way to the entrance of the village, I asked Zheng Wuxie worriedly. I wouldn't have been worried if he had kept showing off his arrogant attitude, but it seemed as though his personality had changed in an instant, which made me feel weird.

Zheng Wuxie curled his lips and said: "What business do I have, but after making that decision just now, I suddenly understood a few things. I still have to think about it, seedling border is not a simple place. "

"And also that grand sacrifice from last night, he's an expert. I have interacted with this kind of grand sacrifice before, but the feeling that person gave me is especially different. "

"What's different?" I asked casually, then looked at Fan Cunhu's hand that was wrapped in white cloth and asked. "Cun Hu, is your hand a little better?"

Fan Cunhu nodded and said: "The effects of this herb is very strong, even stronger than the herbs in our villa. However, the medicinal properties are quite overbearing. If one's body is weak, these herbs should be able to cause certain harm to people. "

"It's different! Do you remember last night when that person said that he had to go back to the river and couldn't stay overnight? " Zheng Wuxie said as he thought, "I didn't manage to figure it out last night, and I just realized it now. That person, I'm afraid that his life is tied to the Feng Shui meridian in the stream. Why do you think that such a person could only be a grand sacrifice of a certain region? His position in the seedling border should definitely not be lower than that of the grand sacrifice. "

"I don't understand what you're saying." Shaking my head, I don't know much about Feng Shui. Even if I do, I only know a little about it. If it were said to be Feng Shui, then I would be able to say it out loud on paper. However, this kind of Feng Shui involves dragons and Feng Shui veins. I couldn't tell anything about it.

If you can understand everything, then you are not a human, but a monster. Just wait for the Patrol Officer to accept you! "Haha!" Zheng Wuxie laughed proudly, in that moment, he seemed to have become the normal Zheng Wuxie before.

After around an hour, the sun had almost reached the middle of the sky. Feng Shugu came to find us, saying that his father wanted to see the three of us.

"I have a feeling that this might be the time." Zheng Wuxie suddenly muttered to me in a low voice.

In the middle of the night, he spoke of something that he had been wanting to say for a long time and he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He had been out on the road recently and felt extremely tired.

Tomorrow morning, I'll have to drive the car and then do a lot of things in Taiyuan.

He needed some time to learn. There were still a lot of trivial things that had to be completed by that time.

Sometimes watching friends can sit in the office and work, really envious. To get to and from work on time, to meet for coffee and a game of tennis, or to do a lot of other things that seemed to have been enjoyable a few years ago.

Actually, he quite liked playing tennis and table tennis. However, he had been out of time for the past two years. Sometimes, he might not even be able to touch a racket half a year ago.

Writing was something he liked, and he loved to write whenever he had nothing to do. Whether it's a novel or a poem, I'm glad I have a pen to keep me company, writing some sad words when I'm sad, or a poem or a poem, and I can always pour out a lot of the pain in my heart.

I would like to seriously precipitate, write a lot of people can be detailed to you. It was just like writing a poem. He liked to slowly consider his next words rather than carelessly passing them over.

Perhaps such a delicate and exquisite feeling would make many of his friends uncomfortable? In this era when fast food literature was rampant, it was indeed unsuitable for me to move forward on this battlefield.

But I still wanted to try, for no other reason, because there was a determination in my heart. I want to write about the world I want, whether it's hot sunshine or fine cold snow, and I even want to be careful of a beam of light ion, a snowflake falling from the back of my hand and opening from skin to skin until it's cool to my heart.

Sometimes, when one encountered a bottleneck, they would feel very irritated. After breaking through, he would feel a sense of contentment from the inside out. I have to say, through these words, I have made many friends, and they have been following my footsteps all along.

In the past, they had applauded the first book in the true sense of the term, "Chinese Ghost", until the latter part of the ghost had become extremely weak, so it became very negative and caused a lot of controversy at the end. That was probably the most negative moment in his life. He even wanted to kill himself. Perhaps it was due to depression, or perhaps it was due to being too deep that Zheng Mo and the others' helplessness towards fate was reflected on me. I was glad that I met the person I loved at that time, or perhaps her appearance saved me.

Afterwards, after a few months of silence, the second book, which had been poured with countless efforts, began to be published consecutively. Then, after several months of silence, the second book, which had been poured with countless efforts, began to be published consecutively. The Zhao Wuqi that I wanted to play up to my heart's content had only just shown himself and came into contact with the main character. The little girl with the watermelon head, Little Woo, who is still following behind the main character and calling him Young Master, that miser's cute personality makes me reluctant to part with him. This should be a book that would make many of his friends sigh. Initially, he had been filled with anticipation, but now he was filled with resentment. It was just a dispute over a contract that left them helpless.

Afterwards, it was "Ancient Travels" that was prepared in earnest. Originally, he wanted to name it "Ancient Jade Travels", but after discussing it with his friends, he decided that it would be better if it could be used in public. This was probably what the internet world was helpless about. Ancient history, I want to write it in peace. I'm working hard, and I'm also serious. Perhaps it was due to the continuation of many of the regrets in "The Great Master", but the unforgettable Zhao Wuqi was projected onto the current Zhao QIu …

Actually, he really did like Zhao QIu. His destiny was 179, and his fortune was 792. And Zheng Qiqiao, who is stubborn like me, started out in the dark and walked alone on a wooden bridge. Since he had already left, he had to continue. He would not stop until he was dead!

It's getting late, let's all get some rest. Good morning.