The night was as quiet as water, the luminous beads on the bamboo wall were still shining faintly, and the mother and Yueyue fell asleep in another bed, and at the insistence of Langyu, they finally got the ability to sleep in a bed alone. I heard that I used to sleep in the same bed with my mother, in order to take care of him conveniently, I had to help him turn over several times every night. Although this body was not his own, it still made Lang Yu's heart feel hot. Sighing secretly, God treats himself well, maybe the loneliness of the previous life will be repaid to himself in this life.

Quietly at night, Lang Yu squinted slightly at the bamboo fence on the roof. I can't help but think of my master, my only relative in that world.

It was also late at night. I heard from the master that it should still be drizzling that night.

He didn't remember his parents, it was an old man who picked him up and brought him home. He didn't even remember the old man and the first home, these were all told to him by the master.

On a drizzly night, a toddler old man walked silently down the street with a worn-out tarpaulin pushing his cart. Suddenly, I heard a staccato cry. The old man followed the cry and picked up a boy from the bushes by the side of the street, wrapped in a red cloth. Strangely enough, the boy stopped crying as soon as he reached the old man's arms, and smiled brightly at the old man.

Looking at the pregnant child, the old man sighed, "Seeing each other is fate, we are all hard-working people, so let's be a companion." ”

From then on, the boy followed the old man. The simple two-wheeled vehicle had one more person talking to the old man.

The old man is a waste picker, picking up some scraps thrown away by people and selling them on weekdays, barely making ends meet. At the age of three, the old man's health deteriorated, and he kept coughing.

One day, while selling everything he had picked up and pushing the cart back, the old man ran into a monk. The Taoist priest looked at the child carefully and said to the old man, "Let this child go with me." Poor Dao saw that his bones were strange, and he was quite Taoist. I'll take care of him. ”

The old man looked at the child silently for a long time, and finally nodded helplessly.

"What's his name?" asked the Taoist priest again.

The old man looked at the child with affection and said, "He is not my child, and I don't know what his name is." Since we have this fate, let's give him a name, my surname is Lang, he was picked up by me on a rainy night, so let's call Langyu. ”

That Taoist priest is Lang Yu's master. Since then, Langyu has left the small city with his master. The master changed the rain in his name to the universe Yu, but Lang Yu did not become a little Taoist, but wandered with the master in all directions. The master said: The Tao is also the Tao, the way of heaven is humanity, and humanity is the way of heaven. Entering the Tao is not just about penance, but about entering the world and attaining enlightenment, and the Taoist is a fate.

This accession to the WTO is 15 years. In the past fifteen years, Xiao Langyu still has not realized the Tao, but has cultivated into a thief, and he is a high-level thief.

As a disciple of a Taoist priest, Lang Yu did not learn any Taoist method of drawing talismans and reciting mantras, but the master taught him the skills of jumping through walls and crossing ridges and flying eaves. There are even psychological, etiquette, camouflage, archaeology, and so on.

When Lang Yu came back from completing the task for the first time and asked the master, "Is this the way, why do you feel more like a thief?" In fact, he was already a little suspicious that the master had taken him to the ditch.

The master looked at Lang Yu with a mysterious smile, "This is not a thief, a thief is a thief, a thief is a thief, a thief is not a thief, and a thief cannot be a thief." There is no way for a thief, but there is also a way for a thief. Let's take our time."

Although he still didn't understand, Langyu still chose to believe it. In another five years, Langyu gradually matured and became famous.

The way of stealing seems to be to steal the rich and help the poor, and after completing the tasks assigned by the master several times, Lang Yu feels that he has touched the so-called Tao of the master.

In the hearts of those rich, profiteers, and corrupt officials, there is one more lone wolf in this world that they hate and fear.

The more he has seen, the more Lang Yu has seen the insidiousness, greed, and ugliness of those powerful and greedy officials. He sympathized with the helpless people, he knew that in a big country, the law was not yet powerless, and what he did was only a drop in the bucket, but he was still enthusiastic about this cause of stealing the rich and helping the poor. Of course he never hurts, that's his principle.

The master may be right, he has already vaguely felt his own way: follow his heart and act spontaneously. Sometimes he also made a move for three or two dollars, just to let the little girl who lost the money buy a ham sausage. Sometimes a single shot is millions, and he is not soft on those corrupt and tyrannical street tyrants. Then the money was scattered to help those who were struggling on the poverty line, just like the old man Lang, who had never found his adoptive father for more than ten years.

For several years, he had various identities, but no one knew that he was still a poor man, a poor man like his master.

One day, the master called him over, and the two talked for a long time with a cup of weak tea.

In the end, the master told him that he would continue to wander, and told him not to go to him, maybe at the end of the world, maybe one day he would be a beggar beside him. Lang Yu finally asked about the master, he still didn't know the name of the master all these years, the old man chuckled: "I am not lonely, it comforts my heart, why bother to spread my name to the world." The words drifted away. Lang Yu finally didn't see his master again. But he knew that everything he did was watching. Therefore, from his debut at the age of eighteen, to now, Langyu Yizhen abides by his own principles and follows his own way. He is not a killer, he is not an assassin, and he never stands up for grievances and small profits.

But this time he made a bit of an exception.

He was approached that day by a young man who looked like a scholar. The young man handed him a letter that he had sent on behalf of his teacher, and after a brief greeting, he left.

The letter was written by an expert in ancient culture who claimed to be Professor Wen, and in it it only told him a story.

In that war a long time ago, an archaeological expedition from Fusang infiltrated Dunhuang and found the ruins of an ancient city in the desert in the northwest. But during that excavation, almost the entire team was killed, only three escaped, and the ancient city collapsed and returned to endless yellow sand.

The surviving three people finally brought these cultural relics back to their homeland after several journeys. After decades, most of the cultural relics have been investigated, and most of them are dating before geological time, so it can be judged that there were prehistoric civilizations before the current human society. But among these ancient artifacts there is a scroll that resembles a stone carving that has not been able to be unraveled. Even with the use of state-of-the-art technology, it is still impossible to understand its causes and internal structure.

Ten days ago, one of the three people who escaped from the cave, Kazuo Umegawa, who is now a titan in the archaeological field, came to Japan again, and the media claimed that it was for academic exchanges, but in fact he got some information. The ancient scrolls may be related to the ancient Taoism of our country, so after visiting several Taoist masters, I am ready to go to Dunhuang again.

The letter only talks about this, and below is a photocopy of a photo, and there are four words "Yushui Penglai".

After reading the letter, Lang Yu smiled, not because he felt how smart the professor was, but because he saw a familiar shadow in this simple letter.

Three days later, he found a city on the northwestern border. There is a hotel called "Yushui Penglai".

The two mourners were not difficult to find, and they were about to leave, so they hired three camels and brought a large number of household items. Lang Yu followed all the way, and only five days later, Lang Yu discovered the hiding place of the ancient scrolls.

After another three months of observation and preparation, in a remote town two stops away from the destination, Langyu did it, and everything was planned.

When he charmed the two guides found by the mourners and took out the scroll from their arms, unexpectedly, three killers suddenly appeared, they were hermits, hermits who had never shown their faces. It wasn't until the last moment that Lang Yu finally figured out the strange phenomenon that had bothered and puzzled him: why the packages of the two people always carried an excessive amount of food and water, and the next day they would load another batch. I was going to make a dashing stroke and see the master again, but I didn't expect to make a mistake and fail.

Thinking of that night in the small city, as if it happened yesterday, Lang Yu couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly. Overnight, I arrived in this strange small village, a strange world. Could it be that he could still survive death in that situation, even he didn't believe it. Everything that is happening around me today is real and unreal.

It can be said that Langyu is not clear about the current situation at all. He never puts himself in a situation that he can't control, and he has to figure everything out first.

The most important thing at the moment is that his language cannot be communicated here, and it seems necessary to master one more foreign language as soon as possible. I didn't sleep all night, and when it was almost dawn, Langyu was a little sleepy.

"Brother Yu, haha, I haven't seen you for two days, and I finally woke up, haha, Brother Yu, brother is here, ah!" A loud voice woke up Lang Yu, and then a scream, as if he was choked by the neck,

"What for?"

"You be quiet, be careful and let you crawl in a circle again, believe it or not?" was Yueyue's voice.

"Okay, I'll serve, I'll serve, sister, where is my brother?"

"You two, do it when you meet, Xiaoyu is still sleeping in the house. It was the mother's voice, smiling outside the house.

There is another brother, interesting, Lang Yu didn't feel sleepy, turned over and got out of bed, got dressed, washed up briefly, and pushed the door open.

"Boom," an unexpected voice came from outside the door. A large man who was peeking through the crack in the door was knocked out.

"Ouch, brother, don't play like this. There was a burly boy standing in front of him, a head taller than Lang Yu, and his body was like a bucket, which could hold Lang Yu. At this time, he is holding his nose with his forehand. provoked both of them to laugh.

Lang Yu couldn't hold back a smile and said, "I'm sorry." ”

This sentence made the big boy stunned again, what a thing, I don't understand. "Sister, what did he say?" he turned to look at Yueyue. A confused expression.

"Yes, he said yes, hehehe......".

The mother was still dressed in plain white clothes, and at this time she glanced at Yueyue and said to the boy: "Don't listen to her nonsense, Xiaoyu only recovered yesterday, and the words are not good, it will be fine in a few days." ”

Then he looked at Lang Yu, "Yu'er, this is your grandfather's grandson Gu Lei, your brother." ”

Lang Yu nodded and stretched out his little hand. Gu Lei didn't understand what this meant, and slapped it on Lang Yu's hand with a "snap", "Cheng, we will be iron buddies in the future, whoever dares to bully you, brother will beat him." Then he stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, "Brother is already a third-level fighter." Haha!"

Lang Yu was speechless for a while.

"Cut. Yueyue gave him a roll of the eyes disdainfully. Gu Lei immediately wilted, and embarrassedly "hehe" twice. Turning to Lang Yu's mother, "Aunt Lu, my brother's illness has also recovered, and he is quite energetic." Haha, if you can't speak, don't worry, I'll leave it to me. Now I'm going to take him around our village, and my mother wants to meet him. With that, he picked up Langyu and walked out. He also said mysteriously to Langyu: "Go, brother, my brother has prepared your favorite gift for you." ”

To be honest, Lang Yu also wants to go out to see, since he woke up yesterday, he hasn't been out of this small courtyard. Seeing that his mother did not stop him, Lang Yu ran out of the bamboo gate by Gu Lei.

"Little Leizi, don't take him out of the village. ”

"Xiao Yu hasn't eaten yet. The voices of Mother and Sister Yue came from behind.

"Got it. Rest assured. As they spoke, the two of them had already run far away.