'Bang'

Guan Yiyi, who was sitting in the carriage, was so frightened that he didn't dare to laugh anymore, huddled quietly in the corner, picked up the pastries in the dark compartment and threw them in his mouth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zong Jiming, who wanted to get in the car to see if he was scared, glared at the old man, straightened his waist, looked down at the old man who was half a cut shorter than himself, and said coldly, "If you want money, you will die." ”

After saying that, he jumped into the carriage, got into the car, and said no more.

The remaining eleven and the old man stared at each other, and finally Eleven was defeated, rubbed his already sore eyes, threw the purse in his arms to the old man, and asked, "Senior, do you know if there are other shortcuts, my master is in a hurry, if you want to fill this hole, I am afraid it will take a lot of time."

The old man who had collected the money was not embarrassed by them, he pulled out the big knife embedded in the carriage, waved his hand indifferently, and said something that made Eleven want to get his purse back.

"I don't know where there is a road, this hole is deliberately dug by someone to hunt, oh, there are several ahead, if you want to fill it up, I won't stop it."

"Who's going to dig a hole in the middle of the road?"

Eleven gritted his teeth and glared at the old man, with an expression of wanting to eat people.

"No one usually walks this road, but those deer and rabbits in the mountains walk a lot, and it's not strange to dig this, it's strange that you pass through here, right?"

The old man glanced at the carriages one after the other, and then looked at the cliff on his right hand and the dense forest on his left, and said with a smile.

"Rest here for the night, Eleven, and you go fill in the hole."

Zong Jiming's voice came from inside the carriage, Eleven replied with a bitter face, and when he jumped out of the carriage and looked at himself empty-handed, he didn't know who to cry with, and it was difficult to dig with a sword."

Pulling out the saber at his waist, Eleven covered his eyes, so small, he had to dig until what year and month.

After reading Eleven's actions, the old man stretched his head forward and asked in a low voice, "Or?" You're going to go to my place for the night? I have some digging hoes that I can borrow for you. ”

"Okay."

"No need."

Eleven's smiling face became stiff, and when he saw the master who poked his head out again looking at him with an expression of hatred, he lowered his head with an aggrieved expression.

"Why not?"

The old man was not in a hurry, looked at Zong Jiming who appeared again, and asked.

"You're here to rob us of our money, and now you're letting us stay with you for one night, aren't we in a den of thieves?"

One sentence made the old man's somewhat dark face darker, pointing at Zong Jiming, the old man said in a trembling voice, "You, I have been an official for decades, and I have never seen anyone evaluate me like this. ”

Turned his back angrily and looked at the old man's back, Zong Jiming kept thinking about the old man's words just now, he has been an official for decades? When you are old, why don't you return to your hometown and run to this mountain to be a robber?

"Master, you see that there have been no accomplices to save him for so long, maybe his old man just lives in the mountains, you see, master, you are strong in martial arts, although Eleven is not enterprising, but he can also kill his old man immediately, it is not early, and Madame has not had a good rest for several days, or else, just believe him?"

Listening to Eleven's words, Zong Jiming closed his eyes and breathed, and when he heard that there was indeed no other person's breath around, he nodded and said, "It's okay." ”

"What's good? It's not good, what kind of place are you here, come when you want, go when you want? Ignorance, ignorance. ”

The old man turned around and scolded Zong Jiming, who had always been held in the palm of his hand, gritted his teeth angrily, and thought of something, suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried to calm himself down.

"One hundred taels of silver tickets."

Hearing Zong Jiming's words, the old man jumped to his feet even more angrily, trembling his hands, pointing to the tip of Zong Jiming's nose and airway, "Superficial, do you think that everything in this world can be bought with money?" ”

"Then why did the seniors take our silver taels?"

Guan Yiyi didn't know how long he listened, walked out of the car door, jumped on Zong Jiming's back, and asked.

"I, I ......"

The old man's eyes turned red instantly, his withered hand slowly drooped, and he sighed, "Let's go over together." ”

This was the first time he had seen a living person in so many days, and he finally mustered up the courage to step forward, but he was speechless, stroking the hilt of the knife, Gao Yishan smiled bitterly in his heart, "Old brother, Yishan is incompetent." ’

Driving through the dense forest, the waterfall in front of you is a sight to behold, and the mountains are not as lively as the bottom of the mountain, only the sound of the waterfall crashing on the water.

Not far from the waterfall, a small bamboo house stands there, the bamboo house has been some years old, slightly yellow, blown by the wind as if swaying with the wind.

Looking at the bamboo house in front of him, Zong Jiming frowned, can this house be inhabited?

"Come in, this house doesn't look good, but it can shelter from the wind and rain, young man, don't look at me like that, I've lived here for so long, I haven't seen anything happen to it, don't worry, it took a lot of effort when that man built this bamboo house."

Gao Yishan was the first to enter the house, raised his feet and walked into the house, the whole person was a little dazed, the scene in front of him seemed to be like the past, the chessboard in the corner, the tea set on the table, and the porcelain bowl that was placed next to his bed when he left.

"Senpai, what's wrong?"

The three people who followed Gao Yishan saw that he was no longer going inside, and asked.

Wiping his face casually, Gao Yishan continued to walk forward, "It's okay." ”

"Senior, have you really lived in this room?"

Zong Jiming walked to the table, stared at the thin ash on the table, and asked.

Hearing Zong Jiming's questioning voice, Gao Yishan looked around and said with a dry smile, "I've lived there before." ”

"Didn't the seniors say that the seniors lived for a long time?"

Looking at the pair singing and harmonizing in front of him, Gao Yishan couldn't fool them, pulled out a wooden bench, blew away the thin ash on it, and said, "It's been a long time, and I haven't lived for a long time." ”

Since he returned to the bamboo house, he has been sitting by the lonely grave behind the bamboo house, talking with the people inside all night, looking for fruit to eat in the mountains when he is hungry, and drinking mountain spring water when he is thirsty.

Thinking that no one would come to this mountain road at all, with the attitude of dying with his old brother, Gao Yishan ushered in the three of Zong Jiming.

"There's nothing here, what are the seniors doing here? It would be nice to just move that grave down the mountain. ”

Guan Yiyi thought about it simply, and when he saw Gao Yishan smiling bitterly, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.

"I also wanted to take him down the mountain to enjoy happiness, but I was rejected again and again, and I couldn't, so I had to come up and accompany him."

"Who is he?"

Zong Jiming wiped a stool for Guan Yi one by one and took her to sit down.

"It's just an unknown little person."

The big knife in Gao Yishan's hand has not been put down, and seeing the big knife that does not match Gao Yishan, Guan Yiyi's tone is full of affirmation.

"It's the senior who made this big sword."

I didn't expect Guan Yiyi to say this, Gao Yishan, who wanted to bring the events of those years into the coffin, smiled, and suddenly wanted to tell those things to the people in front of him (to be continued. )