Night, late at night.

Fat Chen shuddered and opened the thing that was carefully hidden in his arms.

This thing called a thousand miles of fireworks, this is exactly the prop of their Blackstone organization to contact important members inside, and only a core person like him has the qualifications to contact and ask for help, as long as a firework goes on, it is like the order of the sect leader Wheel King, no matter where the core masters of the Blackstone Sect are, they must rush to help from all directions, otherwise they will be punished with apostasy.

Although he did not necessarily do this with his original intention, it was tantamount to betraying the Wheel King, the leader of the Black Stone.

On this good night, half of the full moon and fireworks are brilliant.

This light, which is even more gorgeous than the aurora, quietly blooms in the sky above the courtyard of Chen Ji Oil Shop in Beijing

A few chauffeurs and pawns under the street tea shacks are drinking and blowing water, as if this will relieve the fatigue of the day.

One of the young people is amazing, very good at juggling, and his hands are also dexterous, and Qing Shui Ningbing and other flowers walking the rivers and lakes are very exciting, attracting the eyes of a lot of people, attracting bursts of applause and cheers.

"Ugh."

The old man sitting alone next to him glanced out of the corner of his eye, saw the smug arrogance on his face, shook his head and sighed. This ordinary-looking old man, with a robe and a hat and a bag on his back, looked a little funny, and he didn't speak, just looked at the sake in his bowl alone.

Some coachmen in the vicinity laughed and said, "Even the old man, don't sigh, you can also make a trick for everyone to see." ”

"yes, change one." The rest of the people began to heckle.

The young man who was playing tricks laughed disdainfully: "Painter, you old man, must be dreaming of the legendary fairy Suo again." ”

Everyone burst into laughter again, and the old man with a folded hat looked as usual, did not speak, and suddenly looked at the fireworks in the shadow of the sake in the bowl, but his expression changed, and he immediately turned over and stood up, but saw the splendor blooming in the air at this moment.

"Do you want to see the fairy Suo?"

Lian Laotian, who is usually withdrawn on weekdays, suddenly seemed to be a different person at this time, lifting the package in his hand, a long rope could be seen in the package, and the corners of his mouth had an inexplicable smile, originally everyone had the heart to refute him, but their mouths were halfway open, but they couldn't speak, and everyone felt that even the old man was very different from usual, and couldn't help but look at each other.

"Up!"

The color actor shook his hands with the rope, and this long rope was like a giant python standing up and spitting out letters, circling up, slowly upward, and soaring into the sky between the whistling, with no end in sight, and no end in sight.

Everyone was amazed when they saw that this ordinary long rope had risen more than 20 zhang high.

Lian saw the disbelief of everyone, the corners of his mouth smiled coldly, but the hands that had been held between his sleeves suddenly poked out, and suddenly slapped on the ground, this young man who was a trickster didn't even want to blink his eyes, where did he not know that the old man in front of him was using extremely advanced techniques, and he had to have decades of immersion in kung fu, at this time, he was only afraid of missing this legendary trick.

"Scatter!"

I saw that the hands of the old man with a rope turned, and with a shock of his wrist, a cloud of white smoke escaped from his sleeves, and the white smoke covered his old and thin body as flexible as an ape.

In the air, I saw an old and strange laugh drifting in the wind, "If you want to go to the fairy rope, young man, are you capable enough?" ”

The young man who was playing tricks suddenly blushed, but all young people always couldn't bear it at all, especially when he was under the gaze of many people, how could he be willing to admit defeat, he spat out a mouthful of saliva, rubbed his hands, and shouted: "Why don't you dare!" Look at me on your fairy rope! ”

After speaking, he used his hands and feet together, his posture was clumsy, he gritted his teeth and climbed up the long rope, and when it was extremely difficult, the long rope was unusual, and suddenly shrank upward, as if someone had pulled the young man up in the world.

"Ahh

All that remained was the young man's frightened screams, and there was no other sound.

Everyone was like a clay sculpture and wood carving, opened their mouths wide, and looked at the sound of sharp blades in the smoke cloud in horror, mixed with the sneer of the old man, the smoke cloud was like anger, churning like a tide, and not long after that young man with a bad mouth turned into many corpses and fell straight down from the smoke cloud with a long rope.

Everyone was frightened, gasped, and took a few steps back, but some of them were more courageous, moving their trembling legs close to the "corpse pieces" that had been sprinkled, only to find that they were just straw men doing their limbs.

Looking back, the young man who was doing the trick was naked, sitting in the position where the color opera master had sat with a rope, but at this time he was silent, and the seven souls were lost and three souls were lost, so he shivered, but he didn't dare to say a word more, his eyes looked at the sky in awe, and he muttered in his mouth: "Immortal Suo, it's true, it's true"

After everyone was frightened, they knew that it was just a joke made by the old man, and they were all amazed, and once again cast their eyes into the air, only to see a crescent moon in the sky at this time, and there were no other stars.

The cool breeze of the autumn night, where is there even the trace of the old man, a rope with clouds just now, straight to the sky, just like a dream of Nanke, which makes people sigh, it is really arbitrary to come and go, and the gods of the color opera are drunk.

Where did this old man go?

This question is on everyone's mind

Jingzhou, an ordinary courtyard.

An ordinary-looking man squatted on the roof and reached out to touch his masterpiece - the roof was covered with white noodles.

There are wide and thin, and the fragrance of pasta is on the face, attracting people's index fingers. The man looked at the full white face with satisfaction, wiped the sweat on his forehead, but saw the brilliant fireworks blooming in the sky.

The man's gentle face suddenly changed, and an indescribable solemnity appeared, and as soon as he lifted his feet and jumped, his body fell like a tanuki, and landed in the courtyard, and his feet took a few steps in a row, unloading the force of the impact, without making a sound.

In the moonlight, he bent his back slightly, gently pushed open the door, entered sideways, sat on the edge of the bed, and saw his sleeping wife and children in the moonlight.

He was in a daze when he heard a faint voice sound: "Are you leaving?" ”

The man smiled bitterly: "Yes, this matter is very important, I have to go, I will do my best." ”

The wife on the bed opened her eyes, bit her lip and said, "You just think about me and my son." ”

The man nodded gently, tucked the quilt for his wife and sleeping son, and was about to get up, but suddenly remembered something, and instructed with a fluttering eyebrow: "Remember to help me take down the noodles on the roof tomorrow morning, the noodles in the shade are more delicious than usual, and they won't rot after a long time in the soup." ”

The wife said "En", stroked the sleeping child, and said with a smile: "My son will wait for his father to come back and make a note." ”

The gentle man hurriedly said: "Don't wake up the child, it's hard to cry." He sighed and continued: "When we come back this time, let's go back to our hometown Changzhou and open a small noodle restaurant, okay." ”

The wife nodded, looked at him, and the two smiled softly.

When he went out, he gently closed the door, trying not to make a sound, and let out a soft breath, and suddenly felt a shock.

I could only hear the dream-like voice of his wife inside: "Lei Bin, don't you want to die." ”