Since Guo Zhenxing came, He Xiu has never been tortured, and he has three meals a day, every time the official sends food, he first lets the old man Zhu eat, and the old man Zhu is not polite to him, and he rushes to eat every time.

Today is the seventh day of his imprisonment, and He Xiu's injuries have almost healed.

At night, the burning pain in He Xiu's abdomen began to attack again, rolling on the ground in pain, and the sweat on his forehead was almost dry. At this moment, I remembered the last time I pushed the old man bamboo, and pressed it his navel, and a lot of burning gas was discharged in an instant, and the burning pain slowly disappeared.

The old man walked back and forth in the prison, "Hey, shake your head silly boy, Lao Tzu is about to be smoked to death by you." ”

He Xiu sat down on the ground and breathed heavily, "Old man Zhu, the stuffiness you eliminated last time, the smell is not much worse. ”

"Hehe, I'm tired of walking, give Lao Tzu a massage. The old man stopped and lay in place and said.

He Xiu rolled his eyes, "Old man Zhu, you really know how to pick up the time." ”

When He Xiu pushed the root of the old man's left foot with both hands, he felt a hard and thick calloon, and thought of the shoe and everything that happened when he entered the prison, he was secretly shocked in his heart, and blurted out, "You are the immortal who saved me that night?"

"Hey, hey, shake your head silly boy, what are you talking about again. The old man said casually with his little finger clasped his teeth.

He Xiu immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, "Please save me!"

The old man sat up, looking to the left and again in confusion, "Immortals, where are the immortals?"

He Xiu said, "Aren't you an immortal?"

"Hehe, shake your head silly boy, are you confused, does Lao Tzu look like an immortal?" asked the old man pointing to the tip of his nose.

He Xiu smiled slightly, "Don't the immortals want to admit it?"

"Hehe, you said that Lao Tzu is an immortal, take out your evidence. The old man said with a shrug of his shoulders.

He Xiuwan smiled, "The proof is in your left heel!"

"Hehe, shake your head silly boy, you made Lao Tzu stunned, what the hell are you going to say?" said the old man Zhu touched his left foot.

He Xiu said, "Everyone will have a fixed walking posture when walking, you usually walk in a figure-eight manner, the left side of the heel will definitely leave a thick skin callus, and the shoes you wear will also leave flat marks on the left side of the sole when you walk for a long time, do you say?"

The old man Zhu blew his nose and said, "Wow, hahaha, shake your head silly boy, this is your evidence?"

He Xiu said unhurriedly, "The shoe that killed the beast that night, there is exactly a flat mark on the left side of the heel, which coincides with the thick callouse of your left foot, coupled with your old cynical character, you say, who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

The old man asked rhetorically, "Wowhaha, shake your head silly boy, what you said is reasonable, there are more people walking outside the world, how can you be sure of Lao Tzu?"

He Xiu laughed, "Yes, there are a lot of people who walk with a figure of eight characters, but not everyone can use the method of exhausting, and he also taught me to eliminate the burning pain in my abdomen, am I right?"

The old man took his feet back and said, "Wowhaha, shake your head silly boy, I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"Don't pretend anymore, admit it!" He Xiu ran behind the old man and said with a thump on his back.

The old man squeezed his eyebrows, scratched his chest and said, "Hehe, shake your head silly boy, have you ever seen that immortal live in this place where there are no people and no ghosts?"

He Xiu rubbed the old man's temples, "Everyone has their own temperament, I guess, immortals will be the same, what do you say?"

"Bah, according to what your kid said, there are immortals living in the thatched hut?"

He Xiu smiled evilly and said, "Maybe you've lived there." ”

The old man Zhu got up and twisted He Xiu's ears, and said angrily, "Good boy, you actually wrapped Lao Tzu in, the burning pain in your abdomen will not be saved, wait for death." ”

He Xiu's eyes were like blooming flowers; "So, you always admit it?"

"Bah, Lao Tzu doesn't know a word!" said the old man with a grim face.

"Bamboo Immortals..."

"Bah, what is your name Lao Tzu?"

"Oh... By the way, old man Zhu, do you have a way to relieve the burning pain in my abdomen?" He Xiu said with a different title.

Old man Zhu let go of He Xiu's ears, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said coldly, "No, wait for death." ”

"Hey, old man bamboo, as an immortal, you can't see death without saving you, right?" He Xiu never expected him to answer like this.

"Can't be saved!" said the old man.

He Xiu was stunned, thinking to himself, this strange old man is endowed with immortal power, but why did he choose to stay in prison, there must be a secret behind this, but the most important thing at the moment is to ask him for advice on how to relieve the burning pain, so he said, "Don't save the pull, but you tell me, in addition to the method of pushing, what other way to reduce the burning pain?"

"No more!"

He Xiu was speechless, and said in his heart, does this old man blame me for being unhappy when he revealed his identity?

"Hehe, shake your head silly boy, what are you thinking again?" Sure enough, this method worked, and the old man turned back to normal.

Seeing this, He Xiu immediately whipped up and said, "I don't know how many of the nine signature dishes in Huipeng Mansion have you eaten?"

The old man rubbed his hands together and licked his lips greedily, "What are the nine signature dishes, say quickly." ”

He Xiu reported the names of the dishes one by one, but when the old man heard the last dish, a golden light appeared in his eyes, and he asked again and again, "What is the steamed human meat made of?"

He Xiu pretended to be mysterious and said, "This dish is unique in the sky, and it is unique on the ground, do you say it is delicious, it's a pity..."

The old man Zhu was already impatient, "Hey, shake your head silly boy, what a pity, you said." ”

A wicked smile flashed at the corner of He Xiu's mouth, "It's a pity that the person who can cook this dish is now locked up with an old man surnamed Zhu." ”

......

Just when the old man was not in a good mood, a servant walked in with a tray and said lightly, "Hurry up and eat, and send you on your way when you finish eating." ”

The old man snatched the food plate, ran to the corner of the wall and grabbed a chicken leg and gnawed it, but He Xiu didn't have his appetite, it seemed that Guo Zhenxing had lost patience with himself, thinking of this, he slid on the ground with the iron gate, his eyes were full of despair, and the things he had experienced over the years flashed in his mind, and two tears rolled down his cheeks unwillingly.

"Hey, shake your head silly boy, hurry up and eat, the chicken thighs are cold and there is no chew. The old man Zhu stuffed his mouth with meat, and beckoned He Xiu and said.

He Xiu mechanically walked to the corner, picked up a chicken leg, chewed it in his mouth like chewing wax, and closed his eyes instantly.

The old man Zhu quipped, "Hey, shake your head silly boy, you're going to see Yan Jun, don't eat more, be careful that you can't walk on the road, the little ghost whips you, hehe." ”

He Xiu handed him the chicken leg in his hand, his eyes were full of tenacity, and he said, "Thank you, old man bamboo!"

"Thank me, thank me, thank me?" said the old man Zhu unceremoniously and gnawed.

He Xiu explained, "If you can go out, please take my body back to Qiyu Village for burial." So I said, thank you. ”

The old man Zhu pursed his mouth and said happily, "Hehe, shake your head silly boy, don't worry, for the sake of your face of accompanying me to relieve my boredom, it will definitely be done, you can go on the road." ”

He Xiu wanted to say something more, but swallowed back the words to his mouth, began to sort out the tattered clothes, then combed his hair with his fingers, and finally sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes, waiting for death.

The old man didn't pay any attention to him, yawned twice, and fell in the corner of the wall.

After He Xiu was tied up by the servants, he pushed him out of the prison and glanced back at the old man bamboo, the last glimmer of hope for survival overlapped with the snoring of the old man bamboo, and his heart was horizontal, and he would die.

The main street of Qiman Street from east to west, divided into two rows, has long been full of people, and the sound of abuse has come and gone. He Xiu looked at these former acquaintances and treated him like this, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

When passing by Huipeng Building, He Xiu saw Scar standing in front of the door dressed as a shopkeeper, and his eyes shot a provocative intent towards him, as if to say, aren't you kid crazy, don't you just be caught.

He knew that Huipenglou had fallen into Guo Zhenxing's hands, He Xiu did not fight back, but stopped in front of the courtyard of Huipenglou, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and then ran to the place where the head was cut off.

On a square platform, there stood a big man with a beard and a beard, carrying a steel knife on his shoulder. Behind him sat a desk about 50 years old, dressed in official clothes and hats, with a treacherous face and a sassy face, and Guo Zhenxing stood behind him with his hands behind him.

He Xiu guessed that this was probably the core figure of Qiman Town--- Guo Zhenxing's father, and the real head of Qiman Town.

The crowd on the street also followed He Xiu at this time, and instantly blocked the water around the high platform in all directions.

A master came to the center with a blank piece of paper full of indictments, and read aloud: "The prisoner He Xiu, because he was greedy for the money of the Penglou, had a different heart, and at five o'clock in the night of November 16, the first year of Yangde, he killed the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper with his self-defense dagger. Because he knew that he could not escape, he surrendered himself at 8 o'clock on the same day. His line, in accordance with the criminal law of Nanyang State, should be questioned. Criticized: Guo Fengxiao. ”

"Smack!"

Guo Fengxiao's hand slapped eye-catchingly, and said angrily, "Prisoner He Xiu, what else do you have to say?"

He Xiu closed his eyes and said slowly, "Let's do it." ”

After He Xiu pressed his handprint on the paper, Guo Fengxiao took an execution card and threw it on the stage, shouting, "Execution!"

The bearded man grabbed the steel knife with both hands and slashed at He Xiu's neck.