The location of this tomb is also very special, it was built behind the old master of the original Weiwolf Mountain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looking from the hillside, it seems that he is the owner of this tomb, even if he is buried in the ground, he has been silently following the old master to escort him.

And the system of the tomb bag is even more strange, the bulging grave, I don't know whether it is the problem of water and soil, or the wind and sun, I was stunned to bulge a small tomb bag above.

It's as funny as a bag on the door of a person's head.

But Ma Fengyun, who had already walked here with the sacrifices, looked at such a scene, but it seemed that he must be so demeanor.

He first respectfully cleaned up his old father, and then came to this tomb that had a special meaning for his life.

"Uncle Gu, Huang Daxian, I'm here to see you again. I don't know if you miss me a little bit after so many years and when I didn't come here in person, you won't recognize me, an old man. ”

"Uncle, come over today, I also specially brought your favorite roast chicken, I hope you don't blame me, you can continue to bless me in heaven, and bless thousands of old and young masters in our province. ”

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

There are old cellars brewed from the grain produced in Gan Province, and gluttonous roast chicken that is still warm and fragrant.

The cigarette pouch pot on the far left is filled with rare high-quality tobacco, and the yellow paper money of the ingots system was also taken out of the bag by Ma Fengyun one by one.

'Smack'

The lighter ignited the flame, and burned the flammable cut paper in front of the grave, like a small bonfire.

"Uncle Gu, the biggest regret for me and my brothers is that you went too early, and your life is too bitter. ”

"When I followed my horse, I didn't enjoy any blessings, and I dragged my sick body to fight in the north and south, serving the horses and managing the logistics. ”

"When we occupied a large area outside the mountain, and the people who talked about the eight bandits and the peace talks were all heading here, and our brothers in the cottage were ready to go and enjoy the blessings, you closed your eyes. ”

"I don't know if it's because of Huang Daxian that you leaked the secret of heaven, or because Uncle Gu, you blocked the catastrophe for my horse Fengyun and gave me the lifespan that originally belonged to you to this useless reckless man. ”

Speaking of which, after many years of iron and blood, tears have not fallen, even if the old master left, he was just a man with red eyes, and finally whimpered.

"Uncle Gu, you say, why can't you leave later? I still thought selfishly, the old man in the village, in the end, you are the only one who can always be by my Ma Fengyun's side. ”

Speaking of this, Ma Fengyun wiped away a handful of tears, and after seeing the increasingly clear bulge on the grave, he laughed again as if he had thought of something.

"Oh, I almost forgot you Huang Daxian, although your appearance was very short for me Ma Fengyun and Uncle Gu, but I will never forget the few days I spent with you in my life. ”

"You can also be regarded as my great benefactor of Ma Fengyun, and you are also the benefactor of the entire Weiwolf Mountain. It is estimated that you also leaked your breath in order to break my bad luck, so you will be caught by the gods passing by to be a little girl. ”

Gu Zheng, who was watching the whole process, was full of black lines.

Gu Zheng of the original world actually explained to Ma Fengyun like this, why did this Wong Tai Sin never appear again?

Really talented.

You're a little girl, and your whole family is a little girl.

is really a feudal and superstitious second world client, and the sound of the system that sounded in his ears in the dark is regarded as a heavenly immortal.

And the man who was sent to help him turn the crisis around,

Since he is not a lonely ghost, he is naturally a little fairy boy next to the immortal.

But according to the appearance of taking care of Zheng's scoundrel, he has no temperament of a fairychild, and as soon as the client analyzed, he positioned Gu Zheng as a little demon like Huang Daxian.

After complaining, Gu Zheng turned his attention to Marshal Ma again.

Ma Fengyun in the shot, skillfully lit the tobacco, put the roast chicken in the right, and the transparent wine began to sway on the land that raised him.

"Uncle Gu, I don't know if you will complain to me that you will give up the inheritance left by the old master like this. ”

"But it's time for our country to settle down. And Uncle Gu knows me best, in this mighty wolf mountain, if you want to talk about marching and fighting, you are a good hand, but if you want to pay attention to peace and stability, just those boys..."

"It's not me saying that uncle, the three of them are tied together, and they are not the opponents of the people of Yamauchi. ”

"So, we retreated, those brothers have been out for a long time, and they want their wives and children to be hot, you won't blame us, right?

Speaking of this, Ma Fengyun smiled again, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, lit it for himself, and said to himself: "How come? I know that there is only one hope in your Uncle Gu's eyes, that is, all the people in our Weiwolf Mountain are safe." ”

"Uncle, don't you just hold my hand and keep saying the same thing when you close your eyes? Ma Dan, you want to live, as long as you live, you are better than anything else. ”

"You also said that when my Ma Fengyun is old, dead, and buried in the ground, he will be buried here, drawing an end to Weiwolf Mountain, and it can also allow many old brothers to get together and continue to be happy underground. ”

"Uncle, don't worry, it's almost time, I have dug the pit next to you. I miss you so much......"

After saying this, the old tiger put his other hand on his face and cried like a child.

Gu Zheng, who was outside the camera, looked at the scene in front of him, speechless for a long time, and at the moment when the crying picture was about to dissipate, he saw a scene of a beautifully printed book page being read by a slender hand:

In Ma Fengyun's magnificent life, whenever he talks about his most legendary and mythical stage, I have to mention that the most important person who let him lead the team out of Qishan on his own initiative.

This Uncle Gu, who has been written about many times by Ma Fengyun in his memoirs, has two completely different versions of him.

One is that Gu Zheng is a hidden military advisor in Weiwolf Mountain, and when he is mentioned, he is described by the word "wise man and many demons".

The other is much more direct, it is rumored that he was born with a physique close to animals, and his magic power also comes from the gift of Wong Tai Sin, who has lived in the back mountain of Weiwolf Mountain for a hundred years.

When the slender fingers slowly turned the page, the clear female voice in the background giggled: "I can't see Marshal Ma's generation, they are quite superstitious..."

As the voice gradually weakened, the picture on the page suddenly blurred, and gradually dissipated on the paper, and a yellow medallion accompanied the tombstone of Gu Zheng's tomb, as well as the back of Ma Fengyun leaving, shining in the setting sun.

The camera turns black, and the yellow light blends into it again, and the whole book dims.

Gu Zheng, who had clearly watched this scene, just looked at the book without saying a word, and waited for the contract in the printer to suddenly spit out all the paper, he took the paper and walked out of the small study without looking back.

As the door closed, Xiao Wangshu, who had been trembling on the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief, he thought that just now, he was going to die on the spot.

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

It's a pity that the literary cultivation of laughing and forgetting books must be bad, and it forgot that there is a word called, settling accounts after the autumn.