Lao Zhang is here in the magic capital!

In order to show his respect for the new housekeeper, Zhang Chao put down all the activities in his hand and ran to the airport to greet Lao Zhang in person. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Wenru told me about this at breakfast.

When I finished eating, Lao Zhang and Zhang Chao came to the hotel together.

Back in the room, Lao Zhang stood quietly beside me, Zhang Wenru originally wanted to sit down, but was slapped on the back of the head by Zhang Chao.

Lao Zhang, why did you come here suddenly? Can I help you?

"Young Master, I have something to tell you."

Well, you name it.

Lao Zhang didn't speak, but turned his head to look at Zhang Chao's father and son on the side.

"Young Master, let's go and wait outside."

Zhang Chao, this guy's eyesight is good, and he directly pulled Zhang Wenru, who was still in a daze, and walked out.

"Master Da Shao, I came here this time to tell you that Da Shao Hai has returned, and not many people know about his disappearance some time ago, and no one has found out where he went. I have personally gone to deal with the affairs in Zhoushan, and the fourth and seventh elders have already gone back. ”

I know. Anything else?

"It's gone."

It just so happened that you came over, and I was going to arrange Zhang Wenru for you to study, what do you think?

"Zhang Wenru?"

Just that kid just now, Zhang Chao's son. I used to be a gentleman, and my mind is not bad, I am going to let you take him for a year to see if you can cultivate him.

"Yes! I will do a good job and train him well. ”

Somehow, I saw that there seemed to be a smile on Lao Zhang's face. Am I mistaken?

Zhang Wenru was called in, and I told him that he was very happy when he followed Lao Zhang.

After they got to know each other, I told them that I wanted my own time, and I don't know what's wrong, it's been a hard time these days.

I was sitting alone in an empty room, and suddenly the idea of quitting the King of Soldiers tournament had no meaning for me.

Staying any longer would only increase casualties.

Lao Zhang told me that the organizer of this King of Soldiers Contest is likely to be Uncle Hai, which makes me feel a sense of powerlessness in the current world.

All of a sudden, some family, some father, and so on, it seems that all of a sudden it has nothing to do with me.

I should have practiced with the second master every day, and simply lived my own life, during this time I experienced the blood of right and wrong, and after the intrigue between people, I found that this world is not suitable for me.

What should I do? What should I do? Everything about me was arranged. Including Teng Ji in the next room.

I'm like a person in a sleeve, with my hands and feet bound, so what else can I do?

I've decided to quit this goddamn King of Arms contest! Quietly go, quietly leave this land of right and wrong.

I started to sit on the couch in the hope that it would get dark, watching the cars on the ground running around like little ants, and occasionally looking up to see the planes flying by with white gas.

Modu, it makes me feel very tired.

I started thinking in my head where am I going? I don't know the way back to the village, and I've looked through the map of the republic many times, but the place where our village is located is blank.

I'm starting to miss the enclosure where I can go, the place I know and the people I know well.

I threw away everything I had and left the city with a few clothes, I didn't want to think about the panic I felt tomorrow when people found out I was missing, what did that have to do with me?

I was familiar with the road from the magic capital to the walled house, and I followed the path outside the city all the way south, and I never passed through the city again.

It felt like returning to the village, and the occasional passing animal became the biggest laugh on my way.

When the sun appeared again in the east, I had already left the realm of the Demon Capital.

I stood alone on the top of the hill, looking out at the hustle and bustle of the city far away, and my originally irritable heart gradually quieted down. But the feeling of wanting to go back to the village never went away.

I decided to keep going, and I wouldn't stop without me.

When I walked to the walled house, the people in the village were busy picking tea on the mountain, and when I walked into the familiar courtyard, the blood on the ground had already been cleared.

To outsiders, the labyrinthine periphery of the walled village is actually easy to break.

The places that had been hit by the machine guns had been repaired by the villagers, and there were no traces of the day's blood on the ground, and it had been more than a month since I returned here in the blink of an eye.

The home is still the same, simple and quaint decoration, there are not many modern objects in it, and the strong smell of Chinese herbs wafts out of the kitchen, I thought her parents did not go out.

When I saw the piles of herbs in the kitchen in the kitchen, I was stunned.

I had only heard from me that her parents had to understand herbal medicine, but the situation in front of her was not simply understanding herbal medicine.

Can I be sure that they are professional TCM practitioners? But why it is in this walled house, I don't know.

Standing in the kitchen, I thought of the guy who had to take out the turtle shell and still copper coins several times to save people, and I felt funny, could this work?

The ancient books in the village once recorded that thousands of years ago, someone was able to calculate the heavenly fortune through the turtle shell copper coin, but later the inheritance was broken, and the successor of the I Ching has never been seen.

There was no one at home, and I was not polite, so I picked up the buns in the big pot on the stove and began to eat. As for the mysterious chattering family that I found out was completely ignored by me, even if they hid something, what could they do?

It's still a familiar room, a familiar bed, the bed is very high, and it's very comfortable for people with long legs to sit on.

It was getting dark outside, and I couldn't wait for my parents to arrive, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the smell of rice porridge wafted through the house, just like the meal that the second uncle prepared for me every morning.

I suddenly had the illusion that I was back in the village, my own home, and sleeping soundly.

I followed the scent into the kitchen, where a middle-aged woman was sitting at a table by the stove eating, and there was a man across from him.

"Are you awake, young man?"

yes, I woke up. I'm sorry to come to your house out of nowhere.

"Sit down and have some food together."

I picked up a small pony and sat down on the edge of the table, as if it had been before, déjà vu.

My parents didn't ask much about my arrival, and after dinner they went into the mountains again, leaving me alone to rest in the walled house.

I had nothing to do and began to walk around the village, surrounded by the Eight Gates of Golden Locks, where the clay-tamped earthen walls and the wooden beams that had been eroded by wind and rain for a long time seemed to tell the ancient history of the village. (To be continued.) )