At ten o'clock, Yi Yinghuo left on time, completely looking good, and Wu Ming, the flower messenger, also left, and finally gave a military salute to Zhao Kuang, and said loudly: "I promise to complete the task of protecting my wife!" ”

Zhao Kuangran looked at this personable but funny Wu Ming, and smiled by default, as if he was revenge for Wu Ming's gloating just now: "Tomorrow morning, I ran over from Huma Pass, I can consider teaching you two tricks." ”

"Really?" Wu Ming's face was flushed with excitement, and the whole person jumped up when he spoke.

Zhao Kuang nodded wildly, Wu Ming, a young man he liked, a little bit of city, a little ambitious, and a little snobbish, but not a hateful, belonging to the kind of friend who is not rigid and will put his interests behind his friends, although he is a little younger now, but Zhao Kuangchao feels that Wu Ming will never be bad in the future.

Wu Ming jumped away, and was finally sneered at by Yi Yinghuo, and instantly turned into a frosted eggplant, and finally made an extremely sunny smile at Zhao Kuang, and drove away in his Xiaobao.

"Nice young man, he knows more than a little monkey, but he's too young." Gong San'er looked at Wu Ming, who was happily leaving, and muttered in his mouth.

"Being young is not a bad thing, I am also young." Zhao Kuang said cheekily.

Gong San'er glanced at Zhao Kuangchao with a disgusted expression, and muttered: "They are not the same kind of people as you, if you throw them into that big mountain, you will probably stuff the teeth of the beast if they can't survive overnight." ”

Zhao Kuang smirked and said, "Are you praising me or hurting me." ”

"Half boasting, half loss." Gong San'er skillfully threw a Hongta Mountain into his mouth, looked up at the blurred night sky of Beijing, stretched out his hand, and couldn't catch anything.

"Chaozi, promise me, don't take it lightly, okay? I Gong San'er really want to see you go for two years, whether you are happy or bitter, I am willing to follow. Gong San'er said softly.

"If you say something unlucky, I can't die if you die." Zhao Kuangran followed Gong San'er's appearance, feeling that he could touch the starry sky, but he could never reach it, but he just satisfied his temporary yuwang.

"Send!" The old man's hoarse voice broke the silence.

A group of people in suits and leather shoes stood straight, slowly getting out of the way in the middle, Qian Guozhong in a suit held an unknown white flower in his hand, and everyone's heartbeat could be heard in the hall.

"Chun Pu, the sea of money has been thanks to you all these years, you like to be low-key, I didn't dare to make it lively, I just hope you can go well. Wait for next year's Qingming Festival, I will bring a bottle of snake wine you like, and climb the Foolish Mountain again. Qian Guozhong bowed deeply, the white flower was gently placed in front of Miao Chunpu's posthumous statue, and waved his hand, and dozens of people in the hall dispersed gently, leaving only Qian Guozhong alone.

This man, who had enough money on his body to kill most of the ordinary people, squatted down gently, his body trembled slightly, choked, cunning or insidious, everyone said that Qian Guozhong was a villain, but after all, he was just a person, a person with flesh and blood and tears.

"Simple, don't die for people like me in the next life, no matter how much you pay, even if you give your own life, no one will believe you." Qian Guozhong got up, took one last look at the urn, and suddenly didn't know how old he was, a smile crossed his face, and it was fleeting.

The composition of this cruel world is one biting story after another, so don't resent anyone, let alone the world, either resentful of stories you haven't read, or resentful of yourself who constantly resents yourself.

Wu Ming trotted all the way to Bai Suxing as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, but he didn't expect that Zhao Kuangran had already warmed up and waited for him, and the two of them made an appointment to trot to a quiet small square nearby.

At six o'clock in the morning, the master and apprentice had already run a few kilometers, Wu Ming was still like a cockfight, Zhao Kuangran couldn't stand this young man who was not afraid of overdraft, and finally next to a few old people who played Tai Chi, Zhao Kuangran was ready to really teach Wu Ming two hands, Zhao Kuangran didn't plan to be stingy with anything, and even planned to teach Wu Ming all his not invulnerable skills, but even if he was willing to teach, whether Wu Ming could eat it was a question.

"Punch me?" Zhao Kuang waved his hand at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming didn't question Zhao Kuangran's anything at all, in his world, Zhao Kuangchao was the kind of fierce man who dared to fight and kill, even if Zhao Kuangran asked him to slash him with a knife, he would do it.

Wu Ming threw out a punch violently, he had a few years old, not to mention the strength of the fist, a punch fell heavily on Zhao Kuangran's chest, Zhao Kuangchao didn't dodge, his expression didn't change much, but his eyelids jumped, when Wu Ming retracted his fist in disbelief, Zhao Kuangran's right hand struck out like lightning, and it seemed that an inadvertent punch also hit Wu Ming's chest, Wu Ming fell directly to the ground, kept rolling and kept rolling, and it took a few minutes to stand up.

"Does it hurt?" Zhao Kuang rubbed his chest and asked.

Wu Ming nodded with red eyes.

"It's right that it hurts, you can't even carry your fists, let alone hit people with your fists." Zhao Kuang walked to Wu Ming's side, touched Wu Ming's body, and frowned, although his physical condition has improved a lot, it is still unrealistic to ascend to the sky in one step.

"In the future, if you have spare time, you will support my body bones, not to mention that those excessive exercises are bad for the body, young people don't care about that." Zhao Kuang laughed wildly.

Wu Ming nodded vigorously and said, "When will I be able to reach your level." ”

Zhao Kuang shook his head, because he didn't know what realm he was in. Wu Ming was not disappointed, Zhao Kuangran taught Wu Ming some dirt tricks again, there were no prescribed moves, but the emphasis was on improvisation, which was often more popular in actual combat, Zhao Kuangran at least felt that it was much more useful than Wu Ming's half-baked sanda.

Wu Ming was like a treasure, playing non-stop on the side, Zhao Kuangran noticed an old man who had been observing them for a long time, the old man had white hair and white beard, dressed in white linen, and was a bit of a worldly master, but this was not a deep mountain or old forest.

"Young man, he has a good body, but he is only practicing now, and he is a little late." The old man smiled kindly, completely approachable.

Wu Ming was completely carried away, as if he had found a new world, and the old man's voice was not loud, so he didn't hear it at all.

Zhao Kuang nodded apologetically and said, "It's a little bit to be able to learn, and it's not a bad thing to practice your body and bones." ”

The old man nodded, touched his sparse white beard and said, "You're not a local, are you?" ”

"No, my hometown is an unknown small village in the Little Xing'an Mountains." Zhao Kuangran replied truthfully, he felt that he didn't need to hide anything, and he was still facing an old man who might have been good at dealing with people.

The old man suddenly realized: "No wonder I see that your moves are quite similar to those in the mountains. ”

Zhao Kuangran was a little surprised, he didn't expect this old man to see through his wild path at a glance.

The old man looked at Zhao Kuangran's surprised appearance and explained: "We are half a fellow countryman, and I also came out of the mountains, so I also know some about Yeluzi." ”

Zhao Kuang nodded chaotically, the old man didn't stay long, and left after talking about a few interesting things in the mountains, he didn't even leave a name, and he didn't ask Zhao Kuangran's name, at this time, Wu Mingcai, who was half of the madness, asked who this old man was, he was a chestnut by Zhao Kuang, and he practiced it in a good way, of course, his awkward movements will make people laugh off their big teeth, but they can also knock out other people's big teeth.

agreed to come to this small park again tomorrow morning, the two separated, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and the people on the street gradually increased, and before Zhao Kuang could enjoy the comfort of this person, his cottage mobile phone rang, it was Gong San'er's call, and when he answered the phone, Gong San'er's yin and yang strange voice: "We have something to do again." ”

"What's the matter?" Zhao Kuangran had some bad premonitions, if he was allowed to kill Qingdao again, he would not be able to withstand such a toss.

"You go back to Bai Suxing first, Qian Guozhong is waiting for you." Gong San'er whispered.

Zhao Kuang hung up the phone in a mess, his head was big, what kind of calculation did this Qian Guozhong have? trotted all the way back to Bai Suxing, closed during the day, Qian Guozhong sat at the bar alone, Miao Chunpu who was missing the shadow by his side, Gong San'er stood aside in fear, and gave Zhao Kuang a chaotic look, but Zhao Kuangchao understood the meaning of this coquettish master.

"Sit." Qian Guozhong said lightly, his voice was a little hoarse, and his state was not very good, at least he was less aggressive.

Zhao Kuang sat down in two chairs.

"Help me bring this thing to Yushan, Fujian, and bury it under the old elm tree next to the broken temple on the mountain." Qian Guozhong looked at the urn wrapped in purple cloth at the bar, gently pushed it in front of Zhao Kuangran's eyes, and simply got up and left, there was no one around, and even drove the car himself, as he said, who else could he trust.

Zhao Kuang swallowed his saliva vigorously, knowing that Miao Chunpu's ashes were in front of him, and turned his head to look at Gong San'er, but Gong San'er's expression was a little strange, and he muttered that Zhao Kuang couldn't hear clearly.

"Master, what's wrong with Yushan?" Zhao Kuangran asked curiously.

"There's a real master there, and it's worth a trip for us, at least it's much more interesting than this foolish night show." Speaking of this master, Gong San'er spoke in a much quieter voice, as if he was afraid of touching something.

"Superior?" Zhao Kuangchao inexplicably thought of the nameless grave bag and tiger bone.