Ma Xiaoquan gently picked up the fragrant tea and took a shallow sip.

"Well, this tip tastes good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old man stroking his gray beard and walking out.

The old man was dressed in an off-white robe, and the folds on his face matched with his high white bun made people look more like a Maoshan Taoist priest who had lived for a long time, and the old man's hands were surprisingly thick, and his fingers were like the roots of an old tree.

Ma Xiaoquan put down the teacup and arched his hand to the old man: "Visiting under an impostor, I hope to atone for my sins." ”

The old man smiled and looked at Zhang Gong beside Ma Xiaoquan.

Ma Xiaoquan made a look, bowed his body and retreated, waiting outside the door.

In the thatched house, there were only two people left, Ma Xiaoquan and the old man, the two of them didn't say a word, they picked up each other's fragrant tea and tasted it slowly.

After a cup of fragrant tea, Ma Xiaoquan also felt that it was almost over, so he said: "That first inscription, where did you come from?" ”

The old man smiled and replied, "A friend inadvertently said that the old man has a good memory, so he just memorized it." ”

Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said, "Then do you know that there are two sentences behind that inscription?" ”

"Two more sentences?"

Ma Xiaoquan nodded.

"Quick, sue me, what are the other two sentences?"

Ma Xiaoquan didn't speak, he looked at the old man meaningfully.

The old man immediately understood what Ma Xiaoquan meant, he clapped his palms and laughed: "Okay, good, it's rare for a distinguished guest to visit the Humble House today, not busy or busy, let's talk carefully." ”

Ma Xiaoquan nodded, called Zhang Gong in, and after a few words, Zhang Gong bowed and went out.

On this night, Ma Xiaoquan stayed overnight in the old man's thatched hut.

Early the next morning, the old man invited Ma Xiaoquan to see something.

The two came to the door of another small grass hut, and the old man said, "This is the last thing my friend left, and there may be what you need inside."

Ma Xiaoquan held back his curiosity and pushed open the door of the grass hut.

With a "squeak", the door of the hut opened.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, a small bed, a desk, and a few sheepskins on the desk.

Ma Xiaoquan walked to the desk, reached out and picked up a sheepskin, and glanced at it.

"This is" Ma Xiaoquan shook his hands, turned his head and asked the old man.

The old man shook his head: "Brother Jingming left it before leaving, I can't understand it, but Brother Jingming has explained that there will always be his successors who will come to see the contents of this sheepskin." ”

Ma Xiaoquan's heart was shocked.

Huang Jingming: He was the first person to fuse the heart of time, and he was also the first person to complete the entity crossing mission, Ma Xiaoquan once saw Huang Jingming in Drifting Water City, but Huang Jingming at that time had become a cold corpse in a crystal coffin that would never wake up, what happened to Huang Jingming, the extreme secret team, including Dr. Mingfa, knew nothing, all they knew was that Huang Jingming had been to the end of the Han Dynasty.

Ma Xiaoquan unfolded the sheepskin, and the words on it were a little unclear due to the age, but it did not affect the reading.

The text on the sheepskin, at first glance, I thought it was English, but if I looked closely, it turned out to be Hanyu Pinyin that had been marked.

Ma Xiaoquan spelled it bit by bit, the more he watched, the more frightened he became, he didn't expect that Huang Jingming would mention so many things, some things, even he felt incredible.

After reading one, Ma Xiaoquan picked up another one, this one is the structural diagram of the solar recorder.

Ma Xiaoquan carefully compared all the scrolls in his arms with this parchment drawing, and was pleasantly surprised to find that this one was the most detailed and comprehensive structural drawing he had ever seen, and the ink of the drawing seemed to have been specially treated.

The rest of the sheepskin is just some inconsequential scribble.

After Ma Xiaoquan carefully put away the two important sheepskins, he turned his head and looked at the old man gratefully.

The old man shook his head and asked Ma Xiaoquan: "The old man still can't understand, where did you and Brother Jingming come from?" ”

Ma Xiaoquan said: "Future." ”

"Future?" The old man seemed to be looking forward to the future, and like an innocent child, he blinked his eyes and asked, "Then tell me, what is the future?" ”

Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment.

yes, what is the future? When Ma Xiaoquan was expelled from the army, he kept thinking that if it wasn't for the mistake he made at the beginning, maybe he wouldn't have been expelled from the army, but in that situation at that time, there was no way out, if Ma Xiaoquan was given another chance to choose, he still chose to do that without hesitation.

After thinking for a long time, Ma Xiaoquan said: "The future, the future is actually the way you can never see the end."

The old man laughed, nodded and said, "This little brother, what's your name?" ”

Ma Xiaoquan bowed respectfully to the old man and arched his hand: "Hello old man, student Ma Xiaoquan." ”

The old man was very satisfied with Ma Xiaoquan's etiquette, and he asked again: "Are you the successor of Brother Jingming?" ”

"A successor?" Ma Xiaoquan thought for a moment, "Sort of." ”

The old man took Ma Xiaoquan's hand: "Come with me, Brother Jingming said that one day if his successor comes here, let me give this to him." ”

Ma Xiaoquan followed the old man to another thatched hut, and the old man did not let Ma Xiaoquan enter the thatched hut, but entered the thatched hut himself, found a package wrapped in cowhide from it, and handed it to Ma Xiaoquan.

Ma Xiaoquan cautiously opened the package and gasped.

The package was nothing else, it was a revolver in modern society, and Ma Xiaoquan knew the name of this pistol.

"Magnum~" Ma Xiaoquan gently stroked the body of the gun.

The pistol was well maintained, and the smell of gun oil was also very strong, so Ma Xiaoquan took the bullet off the runner, and there were four bullets in total.

"Dam bullet~" Ma Xiaoquan shook his head incredulously.

"Old man, did Huang Jingming leave these things to me?"

The old gentleman nodded and said, "Brother Jingming said that if his successor comes here, let me hand it over to him, saying that he will understand." ”

Ma Xiaoquan held Magnum in his hand, and he couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

It's still in the late Han Dynasty, and something like a pistol shouldn't appear here at all, but why did Huang Jingming leave such a pistol, what did he think in his heart?

Ma Xiaoquan couldn't figure it out, but he still disassembled Magnum into parts one by one in a professional way.

The old man looked at the pistol parts in Ma Xiaoquan's hand, sat on the ground with a smile, and slowly closed his eyes.

"What the hell are you, sir?"

"Old sir? Old gentleman? ”

Ma Xiaoquan put down the parts, stepped in front of the old man, and stretched out his fingers to probe the old man's nose.

The old man has already sat down.

Ma Xiaoquan gently picked up the old man, and then he felt that his body was very light, and it seemed that he was not even 60 pounds

Ma Xiaoquan called Zhang Gong up, but he didn't expect Yang Hu and Ding Yi to climb up.

When the three subordinates saw Ma Xiaoquan hugging the old man, they didn't say a word, and immediately without saying a word, they dug a big pit on the side of the largest thatched hut.

Ma Xiaoquan looked at the three subordinates gratefully, gently put the old man into the pit, and then, he personally sprinkled the first handful of soil on the old man, and the three subordinates followed, and also carefully held the soil with their hands, following the rhythm of the master, scattering the soil little by little.

If you use tools such as shovels, it takes a stick of incense to bury a dead **, but it took more than an hour to bury the old man.

Ma Xiaoquan asked Zhang Gong for a dagger, and then carved a column of large characters and a column of small characters on a wooden plaque, the big characters were: The Tomb of the Nameless Old Man, and the small characters were: Student Ma Xiaoquan respectfully.

Ma Xiaoquan is engraved in modern Chinese characters, so even if Ding Yi is literate, he can't understand it, but Ding Yi understands that the master must have what he means.

With a "poof", Ma Xiaoquan inserted the wooden sign heavily in front of the old man's grave, and then hit it hard with a stone a few times, which was regarded as a monument to the old man, and the bag of disassembled pistol parts, Ma Xiaoquan buried it next to the tombstone.

After the tombstone was erected, Ma Xiaoquan knelt in front of the old man's grave with a puff and kowtowed three times.

Zhang Gong and the three of them, as Ma Xiaoquan's subordinates, also followed him behind him, and kowtowed three times to the old man's grave.

"Let's go!" Ma Xiaoquan stood up, turned around, and walked straight down the mountain

――――――――――――――――――― not long after Ma Xiaoquan and the others left, a few more people came to the mountain, the first one, with phoenix eyes and thick eyebrows, thick lips, more than 8 feet long, wide arms, and a Chinese face, giving people a very majestic feeling.

"Childe~" A subordinate walked up to this person with a bow and whispered, "The old guy is dead, it seems that he has just died." ”

"What?" Guozi Face was very surprised, and hurriedly asked his subordinates to lead the way.

The servant brought the face of the national character to the old man's grave and pointed to it: "Childe, please see." ”

The face of the national character approached the tombstone in front of the grave, leaned down, and carefully looked at the words on the tombstone.

These words are very peculiar, with his identity, the words circulating in today's society should not be difficult for him, but these words, similar to the current words, are different from the current words.

After recognizing it for a long time, the national character face spoke: "Ma um, what is this word, um, it should be filial piety"

The national character face stood up, and his mouth kept smashing it.

After smashing it for a while, Guozi turned his head and asked a young man dressed as a scholar behind him: "Yuan Fang, Ma Xiaoquan, what do you think?" ”

This person named Yuan Fang said: "Childe, Ma Xiaoquan seems to be a person's name, and in the following opinion, this person must have an ulterior secret"

Guozi said with a face: "I know if you don't say this, come on, let me go in and search"

After a period of searching, his subordinates brought some sheepskins, and those with scribbles on them were the same as Ma Xiaoquan's, so they couldn't look at it.

Guozi face sighed: "It seems that we are a step late, come here, let's take the tombstone away from my son." ”

Several subordinates pulled out the tombstone from the grave, and at the same time, they found Ma Xiaoquan's pistol buried aside.

"This is," Guozi Face looked at the pistol parts in the package and shook his head, "Take them with you, and talk about it when you go back." ”