Kuaijian Ma Liu took out a handwritten letter when Huang Fat Man was relieved from his grief. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This letter was handed to him by Huang Chenqu Jun when he left, saying that if he didn't come back this time, he would hand it over to Huang Fatzi as a suicide note.

The light page, whether it is in the hands of the fast sword Ma Liu or the yellow fat man, looks so heavy.

The fat man didn't carry us behind his back and opened the envelope directly.

I glanced over and saw that the former pig slayer was speaking crookedly, and there were many typos.

And nevertheless. He still used the most plain language to explain what happened after his death.

The first paragraph talks about the division of his own property, and the amount of money left in the account of Ciyuan Pavilion was all donated to a charitable medical institution designated by him, while several other properties, including the courtyard by Taihu Lake, and some private property, were divided equally between Kuai Jian Ma Liu and Huang Fatzi.

The second paragraph tells about his experience of becoming famous over the years, focusing on the battle with Tao Jinhong when he opened the mountain gate at the top of Maoshan Jinding.

The First World War, which has been praised by the world and mentioned countless times, Huang Chen Qujun wrote that in retrospect, it was actually Tao Jinhong's intention to make concessions, otherwise he would definitely not have survived Maoshan.

He said that he is still a gap between himself and the top ten in the world, and he knows it in his heart.

The world thinks a little highly of him.

The third paragraph talks about some arrangements for his posthumous affairs, and asked people to bury themselves on a sunny hillside near his hometown, which is the feng shui treasure he asked the iron mouth god to help Liu help see. I heard that it can bless the younger generations, and the funeral must be done simply, not extravagantly.

People are gone, there is no need to make too many messy things, such as grave jumping or something, just don't do it.

Whoever does it, he will not let anyone go.

The last paragraph, written very simply, only one sentence: "Lao Tzu has acted above board in his life, if there is anyone in this world who will make me feel ashamed, it is estimated that there is only a little cake, I can't even remember what she looks like, things in the world, in the world, if you go underground, I don't know if there is a chance, say 'I'm sorry'......"

After reading these words, the fat man clenched his fists, and tears flowed from his eyes again.

The knot in his heart that he had been with his father for all these years was finally released in this last sentence.

When the word sword was born, he never admitted his mistakes, but when he died, he finally began to speak.

He wanted to say three words to Huang Fatzi's mother.

I'm sorry.

The fat man looked at this line of words as if and cried like a dog.

We stayed in Liangxi for a long time, and Huang Fatzi and Ciyuan Pavilion roughly negotiated the relevant matters of property division, and divided and donated the property in the name of Huang Chenqujun in accordance with the will, but what people didn't expect was that Kuaijian Ma Liu refused to give his property to him.

He told Huang Fatzi that he was tired of the rivers and lakes, and wanted to stay in this mansion and be an old man sweeping the floor and guarding the door.

He wants to stay in the Huang family forever and guard the only bloodline left behind after Huang Chenqujun passed away.

He seemed very insistent on this matter, and Huang Fatzi, in addition to being grateful, told Kuaijian Ma Liu, saying that no one knew about his agreement with his father.

In his heart, he has always regarded Ma Liu as his father and respected all his decisions.

After getting this pile of stuff, we got on the train heading south.

The old ghost and I, as well as the crazy people, did not follow Huang Fatzi, Fang Zhilong and his party to leave☆The main thing is to avoid people's eyes, after all, we have a storm with the Huang family in Jingmen, and the other party even called out such a big man as the first master of the big house, it is better to keep a low profile, and don't block Huang Fatzi anymore.

The deceased is the greatest, and Huang Chenqu Jun was buried first. As for the rest of the matter, we will do the theory when the time comes.

Because of the need to conceal our identities, we arrived at Jinguancheng in the afternoon of the next day, and then met with Huang Fatzi and others in the early morning of the third day, and by this time, the word sword had already been buried.

I heard about the time when the word sword was buried. Lu Zuo and Xiao Keming also came.

Huang Fatzi did not identify himself, so Lu Zuo only thought that he was just a distant nephew of Huang Chenqujun, and when he was buried, Lu Zuo took out a small turquoise sword and buried it on the grave, but he didn't expect the sword to move, and finally broke through the ground and got into Lu Zuo's arms.

This sword is called the sword in the stone, it is the flying sword that the word sword relies on to run rampant in the world, and now after the fall of the word sword, it automatically chooses the master and chooses Lu Zuo as the inheritance.

For such a result, the fat man Huang behaved indifferently.

If there is anything that is most precious in the legacy of the one-word sword Huang Chen Qujun, it is this flying sword inherited from the South China Sea Sword Demon.

According to the traditional concept, the father died and the son inherited, and this flying sword in the stone should belong to Huang Fatzi, but firstly, Huang Fatzi has no name, and secondly, Huang Fatzi thinks that he has not reached the level of recognition by Shizhongjian for the time being.

So if it is in the hands of Lu Zuo, a scar-faced monster with an excellent reputation in the rivers and lakes, he can still be convinced.

According to the practice of ordinary people's families, this coffin should be stopped for three days, giving the deceased's deceased friends a chance to mourn, even if it is a public memorial service, there is also a ceremony of farewell to the body, but since there are requirements in the will of the sword, it was buried in such a hurry, and there was no messy ceremony.

However, the fat man still decided to wait at the grave for three days.

He has been kneeling in front of the grave, reciting the scriptures of transcending the dead and crossing to the other side, silently seeing off his own Lao Tzu, and as his friend and brother, we have been kneeling beside him since we arrived.

Seeing the fat man's haggard face, I couldn't help but feel a little more emotion in my heart.

Among the few people who rescued me at the beginning, the word sword was buried here, and the yellow ghost parted ways with us, and only the old ghost and the yellow fat man have been by our side.

This fat man, who has a little young master's temper, was just a follower of Huang Yanggui at first, but unconsciously, with his sincerity, he has been completely integrated into my life and has become one of my most important friends.

In terms of inheritance, he is also a vein of the South China Sea.

Before the grave. Except for Fang Zhilong of Ciyuan Pavilion and Kuaijian Ma Liu, who accompanied Huang Fatzi, the rest were all people from the South China Sea.

As an iconic figure in the South China Sea, the one-word sword has fallen, and we, the people, will take over the banner in his hand, continue to carry it, and pass it on.

Inexplicably, I have a heavy sense of responsibility in my heart.

That night, a worshipper came to the grave.

Black Hand Twin Cities.

This figure, who was admired by the mountains in terms of prestige and power, finally appeared, he did not bring any people, he came alone, and there was no sacrificial thing in his hand except for a bottle of old white dry.

Seeing this guy who indirectly made the sword fall, the fat man didn't squint, didn't say a word, silently read the scriptures, and didn't say hello.

He ignored him because of grief and indignation in his heart, and we couldn't stand up to him and greet him.

The Black Hand Twin City looked very tired, nodded at us, and then walked straight to the tombstone, touched the rough tombstone and the remains of the sword on it, and then looked at the humble little mound, and after a while, felt the bottle of old white dry.

This wine is not expensive, as soon as you look at the bottle, you know that it is a bottle taken out of the commissary at random, the black hand Shuangcheng pulled out the lid, took a sip of it himself, and then poured a little on the ground.

He drank the wine silently, spilled a little bit, and before he knew it, the bottle of wine had been drunk to the bottom.

And this man was also full of tears.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't want to do anything out of the ordinary in front of us juniors, just like drinking with an old friend, after drinking the wine. He bowed three times solemnly.

Then he left without looking back, without even saying hello to us.

It seems ruthless, but the moment he turned around and saw the tears on his face, I could feel that there was a strong friendship between the Black Hand Shuangcheng and Huang Chenqu Jun that we didn't know.

There is no sword in the world, and now tears are shed on your grave.

No matter how strong a man is, there are times when tears are shed on the spot, and our hearts are sour, but after the black hand Shuangcheng left, the yellow fat man raised his head and said hatefully: "The cat cries the mouse." ”

Obviously, he couldn't let go of this man who called his father over and finally died.

We didn't answer his words, because as long as it was flesh and blood, we could see that the death of the word sword was to the man who left just now. It was a very heavy blow.

This kind of pain is difficult to describe, only loneliness and strong wine can be relieved a little.

How to solve the worries, only Du Kang.

This is the last drink that two old friends have ever drunk in their lives.

I watched from the sidelines. All drunk.

Another day, also in the evening, two more people came to the grave, led by an old man who stood tall and shook three steps, and someone next to him was holding him, but that person. But he was blind.

The old man seemed to be seriously ill, and the whole person had no spirit, and with the support of the blind man all the way, he barely came to the grave.

Like the Black Hand Twin Cities, he did not kneel, but sat down in front of the grave.

The old man took a small bottle of wine out of his pocket. While gently stroking the posthumous photo on the tombstone, he spilled wine in front of the grave.

There is no brand of wine, it seems to be a special wine.

His face was expressionless, but in his eyes, there was a sadness for the loss of his best friend.

After sprinkling the wine, he put the bottle in his mouth. The blind man next to him didn't know how to feel it, so he knelt on the ground with a puff and cried and said, "Master, your current physical condition can't stand any stimulation, don't mess with yourself......"

The old man burst into tears at once, and said, "Can't I drink the last wine with him?"

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