Chapter 14: Zoroastrianism, the Test of the Sword
The little lion was stunned, burped, and asked, "Where are you going?" β
Encountering such a young man with a large number of young men, the old piano head was so excited that he danced with his hands, and said with his eyebrows fluttering: "You are my apprentice, I will teach you skills, hehehe, how about it?" β
The little lion was confused, and then subconsciously looked at the little carpenter.
After all, his grandfather passed away, and in his heart, the most trusted person was the little carpenter who his grandfather entrusted to him on his deathbed.
The little carpenter was also very surprised, and couldn't help asking, "What skills did you teach him?" Playing the piano, making wine? β
The old piano head smiled and said what, not satisfied?
The little carpenter was also a little drunk at the moment, and let him tell the little carpenter what happened today, and then said: "He told me that he wanted to learn the means of killing people from me, but I didn't agree, I didn't want to mislead people's children, but I didn't want him to fall into the hands of people with evil intentions, and become a murder weapon with only hatred in his heart......"
After listening to this, the old piano head liked it more and more, grinned, showed a mouthful of rotten teeth, and said with a smile: "With great evil, and good, good, this apprentice, I have taken it." β
The little carpenter asked, "Uncle, don't you understand what I just said?" β
The old piano head smiled and said: "I understand, I understand, Xiao Gan, what about you, you are a good baby, the uncle didn't misread you, but you misread the uncle - did I tell you just now, my old piano head, but there are three uniques?" β
The little carpenter nodded and said yes.
The old piano head asked, "Do you know what my third must is?" β
The little carpenter burped a greasy boup, and then said boldly, "I thought you didn't know how to count, and took two for three." β
The old piano head scolded with a smile and said, "Fuck your uncle's ......"
He staggered to his feet, drank the remaining wine in the cup, then raised his hand and shouted: "Lao Tzu has three uniques-the piano I play, which can intoxicate the most beautiful girl on the grassland, and go into my tent at night, and make the wine that can make the proudest man in the Gobi Desert speak softly to me, beg for wine, and play with the knife......"
He lowered his head, laughed at the little carpenter, stretched out a finger, and said word by word: "Lao Tzu's knife, in the entire Great Northwest, no one dares to stand out in front of meβremember, no one!" β
The little carpenter saw that he was so drunk and red-faced, that he was afraid that he would be unsteady, so he threw himself into the fire.
He hurriedly stretched out his hand and helped each other from afar.
When the old piano saw it, he was annoyed and scolded: "What? Don't believe it, think Lao Tzu is bragging? β
The little carpenter couldn't see through the details of the other party, but he couldn't help but say in his heart: "Isn't it Nima's bragging?" Look what you can ......."
However, the old piano head obviously sensed the little carpenter's thoughts at the moment, and said angrily: "What, why don't we two come to practice?" β
If the little carpenter drinks high at this moment, he will definitely say: "Practice and practice, who is afraid of whom." β
But he still kept his senses, and hurriedly waved his hand, saying forget it, forget it, you said yes.
The little carpenter's perfunctory words made the old piano head indignant, but he couldn't really beat the little carpenter, after all, he still admired the young man in front of him, so he moved his eyes left and right, and then looked into the darkness in the distance.
After a few breaths, he laughed, waved at the darkness, and then shouted, "Here, here......"
He shouted, and the little carpenter, a little confused, got up, and looked at the foot of the hillside, but saw nothing.
"What do you mean?" he asked. β
The old piano head ignored him, but turned around, found a dry wood for the fire in the campfire, and waved it down the hill.
Then the little carpenter sensed that something was wrong, and lay down, his ears on the ground, and listened patiently, but there was a dull sound of horses' hooves, which came from the bottom of the mountain, and then a large black cloud came from the foot of the mountain.
It was a herd of horses, or rather, a large group of men on horseback, who were not coming straight here, but swept over the diagonal side and ran all the way to the nearby hills.
When the little carpenter saw the dress of these people, his heart beat wildly.
Those people, like the masked man who attacked Ma Jiaji in the mountain temple, although the details are not the same, but they are still basically the same.
In other words, these guys should be the "Zoroastrians" in the mouth of Ma Bentang.
Zoroastrianism, one of the six major forces in the Northwest......