Summer 1939.

The night is like ink.

It was an old hall, the walls of which were slightly cool, only the south-facing side had a few carved wooden windows, and a few candles were lit in the hall, and the dim candlelight hit the bright paper of the wooden window paste.

The candle was dimly lit, and only an old red lacquered wood table could be faintly seen in the center of the hall.

The wooden case looks very thick and vicissitudes, as if it has not been moved for centuries, and it stands quietly, exuding the smell of ancient tranquility.

The hall was quiet, except for the crackling of the wick of the faded candle.

"Are you all ready? An old hoarse voice rang out from the wooden table—an old man reclined in a rocking chair beside the carved wooden table, but the candlelight was too dim to illuminate his face.

"Ready. A masculine male voice that was very different from the old hall sounded in front of the old man—a middle-aged man in a black robe stood in front of the old man with his hands down and spoke.

The old man in the rocking chair shook the chair, and the voice of the old man like sandpaper polishing the wall slowly sounded again: "When will you leave?"

The man in the black robe said respectfully, "I'll leave tomorrow." ”

The old man did not speak, but quietly rocked his rocking chair, as if thinking about something.

The man in the black shirt saw that the old man did not speak, and remained silent.

The dimly lit hall was once again quiet as it had been.

"Alas, it's okay......" The old man sighed, breaking the dead silence in the hall, "Seventeen, I hope you can return triumphantly." ”

"I'll do my best. Hearing the old man's sigh, the man in the black robe clasped his fists at the old man in the rocking chair and said respectfully.

"Have you taken the things?" asked the old man in a deep voice.

"Rest assured, you're all set. The man in the black shirt said respectfully.

"That's good, remember, in ten years, no matter if you succeed or fail, you have to come back...... Go ahead. The old man waved his hand a little tiredly, lay down on the rocking chair, and quietly rubbed the teacup in his hand.

"Yes. The man in the black robe bowed to the old man in the rocking chair, turned and pushed open the carved wooden door, and walked out of the dimly lit hall.

Cleanse overnight.

The next morning, the man in the black shirt got up early, only to see a small bag on his back, and after a few simple words of explanation to his family, he stepped on the train to Beijing and headed northeast......

The train traveled through the mountains and finally arrived in Beijing in the middle of the night.

As soon as Seventeen got off the train, three Japanese soldiers walked towards him.

A Japanese soldier with a gun looked at him very arrogantly, his eyes full of disdain - in that era of war and chaos, this kind of Japanese bullying of Chinese was a common thing.

Seventeen's face was a little ugly, his eyes were fixed, he didn't speak, he was stalemate for a while, he still helplessly stretched out his arms and cooperated with them to search his body.

A Japanese soldier saw his honest appearance, sneered, and walked forward to grope on Seventeen's body, and when he touched Seventeen's chest, suddenly, the Japanese soldier stopped his movements, and provoked a trace of unkind smile on his mouth: "...... What's here, take it out!"

At this time, Seventeen's face instantly turned iron-blue, although the Japanese soldier had a pair of mouse eyes, but his ability to observe words and colors was not ambiguous, and when he looked at Seventeen's face, he knew that the thing hidden in Seventeen's chest was not ordinary.

Immediately, the Japanese soldier shouted at Seventeen with his gun: "Hurry up and hand it over!"

The other two Japanese soldiers seemed to be the rat-eyed Japanese soldiers, and as soon as they saw this, they immediately raised their guns, pointed them at Seventeen, and shouted a few words of Japanese—presumably in the sense that he should hurry up.

The muzzles of the three black holes were pointed at Seventeen, and a layer of fine cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were staring at the Japanese soldiers, and his body trembled slightly-what was hidden in his chest was a very important clue about his mission, and if he handed it over, his mission would basically be in vain.

However, who knew that God would not help him, and as soon as he got out of the car, he met these damn Japanese soldiers.

The train station was crowded, but no one dared to stand up and help Seventeen at this time.

The rat-eyed Japanese soldier saw that he had not moved for a long time, and he was impatient, so he handed the gun in his hand to the subordinate next to him, stepped forward directly, grabbed Seventeen's collar, and pulled it out to his chest.

Seventeen was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block, because of his burly figure, the rat-eyed Japanese soldier was pushed by him and staggered and retreated to the side.

The rat-eyed Japanese soldier was pushed away by Seventeen, and he was furious, and immediately beckoned to the two men standing next to him, and ordered them to come forward and hold Seventeen.

Seventeen was held by the arms of two Japanese soldiers, and he struggled desperately, but he could not escape the clutches of the two Japanese soldiers.

Seeing how hard he was struggling, the rat-eyed Japanese soldier was more interested in what he was hiding, and a pair of rats with greedy eyes filled with greed, immediately pulled out of Seventeen's chest and clothes—a bronze medal the size of a matchbox was pulled out of Seventeen's clothes.

"What is this?" asked the Japanese soldier, fiddling with the bronze medal in his hand, glaring at Seventeen with a little disappointment.

Seeing that the matter had come to this, Seventeen speculated that this little Japan probably wanted to make something valuable, so he made up his mind and said again and again: "This military master, this is just a small talisman asked for in the temple of his hometown, and it is not worth much......

"Oh, the amulet?" The Japanese soldier with a pair of rat eyes carefully looked at the small bronze medal, and his face, which was originally excited by greed, fell slightly, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

Seeing this, Seventeen was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "Yes, Master Jun, my little hometown is in the countryside of Shanxi, and every time I go out, I will ask for a peace charm in the local temple to be auspicious." ”

The Japanese soldier looked at Seventeen suspiciously, looked at the small bronze medal again, snorted coldly, put the small bronze medal into his jacket pocket, and waved his hand impatiently: "Hillbilly, get out!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and the two Japanese soldiers holding Seventeen laughed, let go of Seventeen, and stepped forward to follow the rat-eyed Japanese soldier.

Seventeen stood in place, his fists clenched, and his face was angry - but Seventeen understood that he couldn't be rash now, and he was not afraid of running out of firewood. He stared fiercely at the direction in which the three Japanese soldiers left, carefully recorded their hateful faces in his heart, picked up the burden thrown on the ground by the Japanese soldiers, scolded his mother hatefully, and turned around to blend into the crowd......

Without the bronze medal, all plans will be put on hold.

Autumn 1940.

During his year in Beijing, Seventeen relied on his superficial understanding of the Book of Changes to disguise himself as a fortune teller, telling fortunes to all kinds of people on the streets to find out information.

At the same time, he also tried to find the damn Japanese soldier and get the bronze medal back. But the Japanese soldier seemed to have evaporated from the world and disappeared again.

Until one day, things took a turn for the better.

It was a late autumn afternoon, and Seventeen was drinking in a tavern in front of the newspaper office—taverns were usually where the three sects and the ninth class gathered, so he could occasionally hear the information he needed here.

While he was drinking himself, suddenly, a Japanese military vehicle stopped at the door of the newspaper office - from the military vehicle, an officer stepped down.

Looking at the officer, Seventeen put down his wine glass with a "bang", and the boss of a pair of tiger eyes - isn't he the rat-eyed Japanese soldier who snatched his bronze medal back then!

Seventeen's heart was beating wildly, but he didn't lose his composure, just quietly looked at the Japanese officer to see what he was going to do.

I saw that the Japanese officer led a group of men and horses into the newspaper office, and after a while, a young man with a cloth bag on his head was brought out from the newspaper office.

They stuffed the young man into the car and drove away.

Looking at this scene, Seventeen hurriedly got up and rushed out of the tavern, looking into the distance where the car disappeared, frowning, and having a plan in his heart.

He returned to the tavern, paid for the drink, and then infiltrated the newspaper office to find out what to do.

After learning some details, he made up his mind and sat down in the tavern, quietly waiting.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and when the night was already as dark as ink, the military vehicle appeared in Seventeen's sight again. Seventeen stared closely at the military vehicle, only to see the door of the military vehicle open, and a person fell from the military vehicle - it was the young man who had been taken away by the Japanese devils with a hood during the day.

Seventeen was overjoyed, but did not rush to find the young man.

After a period of observation, he found that every week the young man would be taken away by the Japanese and then returned unharmed.

After months of observation and waiting, Seventeen made up his mind to buy something from the arms dealers at a great price.

It was another cold night. Seeing the young man being thrown off the military vehicle as usual, Seventeen felt that the time was ripe.

Immediately, he used some means to persuade the young man to help gather intelligence, and the cooperation lasted for five years, until on the eve of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, XVII finally launched an operation and designed to kill the Japanese officer with the eyes of a rat, but unfortunately, he still could not recover the bronze medal......

June 1945.

It was a cloudy afternoon, and Seventeen, with the help of information collected from various parties, finally found the location of the secret base of the Japanese army.

Unfortunately, when Seventeen arrives at the hill by the river, he finds black smoke billowing from the island where the secret base is located, apparently ruined.

Seventeen stared at the smoke-shrouded island unwillingly, trembling with anger.

However, just when Seventeen was disheartened and was about to leave, he suddenly discovered that the shape of this island was actually the shape of a carp leaping over the dragon gate!

At this time, a poem that the old man said to him before he left gradually appeared in Seventeen's mind: Koi leaps over the dragon gate, and the golden body of Pagoda Town.

The bright bricks bind the thin life, and the desert calms the soul.

Xiling is red, and the east water is dusk.

If you ask where to go, Liu Yue will be determined. ……

That night, the clouds were faint and the stars were sparse, and the waning moon was like a hook.

Seventeen landed on the island, with the guidance of the poem, digging the earth and opening a hole, from the east side hall into the ancient tomb, everything is as the poem says, seventeen was very excited, all the way into the ancient tomb nave. By his own means, he opened the door to the apse, and a corridor full of dazzling frescoes appeared in front of him.

Looking at the magnificent mural of the flying woman, Seventeen finally couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, burst into tears, and walked in tremblingly, muttering: "I finally found it, I finally found it......"

However, fate always pushes you into the abyss of no return when you are most proud......

After a burst of applause, Seventeen collapsed, blood gushing out of Seventeen's body, staining the magnificent murals on the floor tiles......

Ten years later, a mourning hall full of tablets.

An old man tremblingly put a brand-new spirit card in the mourning hall and lit a stick of incense.

"Ahh

The old man stood in front of the tablet for a long time, sighed, turned around and left slowly......

On the black spirit card, a few words are engraved alone: Wang's seventeenth position.

(The end of the evil tower on the outskirts of Beijing.) )