The weather is getting colder and colder, and the originally noisy road has suddenly quieted down recently. Qian Xiaolong, who is like a popular fried chicken, actually announced that he wanted to wash his hands in a golden basin, and the ceremony was set for today, there is revenge for injustice, and revenge for revenge. The impulse of youth, make a break today, after the ceremony is over, the old accounts are not counted, and a new tomorrow is opened.

Chaowen Xitu Restaurant is particularly lively today, there is a big plate on the table of the eight immortals at the door, and a cup of tea is covered and a cup of tea, arranged into a triangular tower. There were six rows of Taishi chairs in the room, and there were rows of benches next to them, and the legs of the stools were tied to the big roosters that had been majestic.

Qian Xiaolong was wearing a white Tang costume and was capable. Luo Zhen stood behind Qian Xiaolong, dressed in a black satin gown, holding a white paper fan in his hand.

As the auspicious time approached, people from the road flocked to the road. The first to arrive was Qu Ao, who had not seen Qu Ao for many days and was three points old, his sideburns were frosted, his gray hair was thin, and his face was wrinkled.

Qian Xiaolong took the initiative to stretch out his hand to shake Qu Ao, and asked with concern: "Master Qu, is it hard to fight?" ”

"I can still bear it!" Qu Ao looked Qian Xiaolong up and down and asked, "Is it really decided?" Looking at Qian Xiaolong and nodding, Qu Ao patted Qian Xiaolong's shoulder and said, "It's okay to decide, after all, this is a point of no return." If you can leave, you can leave, and I wish you a new future. ”

After waiting for Qu Ao to sit down, Luo Zhen came over and asked in a low voice, "Who is Qu Ao fighting with?" A small book for the island nation? ”

"It's the yellow hair of Mexico." Qian Xiaolong said indignantly: "They are going to enter the Huaxia market, Qu Ye smashed several channels for them, these yellow hairs are not happy, and the two sides have done seven or eight games." ”

Luo Zhen scratched his head, a little puzzled: "How is it possible?" Yellow hair from Mexico, has been operating in South America and North America. At most, he ran to the territory of the Rakshasa Kingdom, why did he stretch his hand so long now? ”

"You're talking about the first two years, and Lao Mo has been a cow in the past two years." Qian Xiaolong is clear about these: "In the past, it was an open-air plantation, and the harvest depended on the sky, but in the past two years, it has been changed to indoor greenhouse planting, and the yield has been greatly improved." Later, high-tech talents joined. With high technology and full automation, from lighting to irrigation, the planting cycle is greatly shortened, and a bumper harvest has become the norm. ”

"It's amazing, the Black Society is all high-tech!" After Luo Zhen praised it, he couldn't help asking: "But does this have anything to do with Qu Ao?" ”

"It's a big deal!" Qian Xiaolong shrugged his shoulders and said: "In recent years, Qu Ao has not allowed foreign forces to sell poisoned milk powder in China. After scientific planting. The soaring output not only satisfied the North and South American markets, but also supported the Rakshasa country, and finally they aimed at Huaxia and planned to come to China to make a lot of money. ”

Hearing this, Luo Zhen finally understood, looking at the exhausted Qu Ao, Luo Zhen asked in a low voice: "The battle on the border line?" ”

"Nope! Fought a few bastards on the outskirts of Ice City. "Qu Ao is like a tired old lion. Try your best to make a majestic appearance, but you can't hide your old age. Not a young lad after all.

Looking at Qian Xiaolong, who was in his prime, Qu Ao's eyes flashed with envy, the successor he had originally selected, but he didn't expect to wash his hands in a golden basin, it seemed that he would have to fight for 20 years, and he couldn't let Huaxia break the inheritance. Let foreigners bully.

"Tell me next time, if it doesn't work, I'll call my senior brother." Luo Zhen said very vaguely, once the superhero league made a move, then the nature of the whole thing changed. Anyway, if there are more lice, it will not itch, and if there are more debts, there will be no worries. The sea of people who hate the League of Superheroes is gone. Luo Zhen didn't mind a few more organizations.

"Let's talk about it!" Qu Ao is a little perfunctory, the old strong man is used to carrying everything on his shoulders, let him ask for help, it is better to let him die.

As the time gets closer and closer, there are more and more people watching the ceremony, and those who come to the door today must be received, no matter how many grievances there are in the past, for the sake of the same way, they must let go of their grievances, and they can be punished lightly, but they can not see blood.

The mountain cannon with Moxi's dry head and dyed his hair blonde walked in with a smile. Looking at Qian Xiaolong in ancient costume, he sighed leisurely, stepped forward and patted Qian Xiaolong's shoulder and said, "This hand is washed, and you won't be able to reappear in the future, are you really willing to be in your current position?" ”

Rotten boy debuted at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and he wanted to be a big guy after working hard all these years, and he was unlucky enough to go to prison, and only those who were lucky were more beautiful, most of them were half-dead, precarious, and he was obviously living a life like a dog, but he fantasized about one day being as beautiful as a lion.

"No matter what status you have, it's all the fault of youth and ignorance." Qian Xiaolong, who decided to withdraw, had three points more calm on his face, and said with a smile: "After all, I have parents, and I will have a wife and children in the future, I would rather live a dull life, and I don't want to be drunk and dream of death." ”

"Good!" The mountain cannon nodded heavily, and said to Qian Xiaolong: "Although you have beaten me, I have always wanted to take revenge, but today I heard you say this, I mountain artillery, obey you!" Past grievances are written off. ”

"Thanks!" Qian Xiaolong bowed deeply to the mountain cannon and said, "After the ceremony, Qian has prepared thin wine, please appreciate it a lot." ”

"No problem, if you don't get drunk today, you won't be home." Shan Pao sat on the chair with a smile, waiting to watch the ceremony.

As the auspicious time came, Luo Zhen stood up, waved the white paper fan and said, "Thank you seniors and colleagues for coming to watch the ceremony." As the saying goes, the road is different and does not conspire with each other, Qian Xiaolong has also walked on this road for many years, and today he finally decided to wash his hands in a golden basin......"

Qian Xiaolong stood in front of the golden basin with emotion, carefully recalling these years, there were two scars on his back, one was left for Gangzi when he blocked the knife, and the other was when he was chased and killed, he ran slowly and was cut. The three knives and six holes on the thigh are the explanations given to the seniors on the road when he was carrying the pot for Gangzi. Has this been the past year? It seems that there are really a few days of spring breeze triumph, and I have been embarrassed like a dog over the years.

Of course, more days are drunk and dreaming of death, and you can't do it without anesthetizing yourself! If you don't drink too much, you will be sober, and when you are sober, you will think more, think about the empty brotherhood, and then think about the life of these years, and shudder!! People are afraid of denying the life they have become accustomed to, and are willing to anesthetize themselves with alcohol, and they dare not face up to the absurd life they once had.

After Luo Zhen finished speaking, he was about to start saluting. There is a portrait of Guan Erye hanging on the middle hall, holding a knife in his left hand and a spring and autumn period in his right hand.

Qian Xiaolong took three big incense sticks to Guan Erye, knelt three times and bowed nine times. Maybe this will be the last time to worship the second master, and I will go to worship the God of Wealth in the future.

After the big ceremony, Qian Xiaolong stood in front of the golden basin, the basin was already filled with pure water, Qian Xiaolong hugged his fist at the people around him, and when he was about to speak, a ball of things was thrown in...... (To be continued......)