"White carp, is it raised by my father?" I felt shocked, but I was very reluctant to accept the old ghost's words, and my voice began to tremble involuntarily, if that white carp was really raised by my grandfather, then the matter of Pai Jiao Hexin encountering the "river god" blocking the way, and then thousands of dead fish forming the three words of exterminating the seven gates, will have nothing to do with my grandfather? My mind was a little messy, and I said, "My master is also a member of the Seven Gates, how could he do that." "

"Lao Tzu is also very strange, he, why did he do that?" There was a deep disappointment and disappointment in the old ghost's expression.

"Do you believe what the man said? Won't he lie? "I argued for my grandfather, and I absolutely refused to believe that my grandfather would have any disadvantage for Qimen, for as long as I can remember, what my grandfather and I have said the most is how the river is and how the river is supposed to be, he is a standard river and will not do anything unfavorable to the seven gates.

"What the man said is definitely not a lie." The old ghost stood up, looked at the horizon that had begun to darken, and said, "Lao Tzu is a little uncomfortable. "

I don't know how to say it, but I suddenly understood why the old ghost suddenly looked gloomy after hearing the incident of Paijiao, and even began to cry in the corners of his eyes. He has been lonely for decades, leaving the most precious time of his life in the big river, he is old, his son is dead, he is thinking about the seven gates, thinking about the righteousness in the locust woods, but what did he get? When he knew that even my grandfather was hiding his secrets, he might not be able to bear the heavy blow, and there was no one in his life who could be trusted and trusted.

At that moment, I understood that the old ghost was just a person, just an old man who was old and twilight. He is stubborn and irritable, but when he encounters unbearable injuries in his life, he is also sad and sheds tears.

"The river is in turns in Qimen Town." The old ghost stood and said without looking back: "Ten years in a family, everyone has a chance to recuperate, ten years, not long, short, twenty years old to Zhenhe, thirty years old, still have a lot to do." Lao Tzu went to Zhenhe back then, waited, waited, and finally waited for ten years, but no one took over."

The old ghost babbled and finally let me know these things. The river is seven gates of the town, a family of ten years, seventy years of a round, so that it will not delay a person for too much time, but after the old ghost was in the town of the river, no one in the remaining six gates went to take over, leaving him alone in the long river.

"Lao Tzu was annoyed, hated, hated why those people were so ruthless and unrighteous." The old ghost lowered his head, slowly medicated the wound that had been cleaned of iron sand, wrapped it tightly, and said, "But think about it, what is it?" are all brothers who kowtowed and worshipped, and it is difficult to guarantee that there is an urgent matter at home, so Lao Tzu is not annoyed, they don't come, and Lao Tzu will continue to Zhenhe. "

The old ghost is seventy-four years old this year, and Zhenhe has been fifty years old, if he hadn't noticed something wrong and felt that he had to come out, he might have continued to float in the river alone. At that time, we may only be the only one left who has maintained the habit of patrolling the river, and fifty years have passed, and the order of the Qimen Town River happened to arrive at the Chen family, so the old ghost will find our boat and summon grandpa over.

"Shui Wazi, to tell you the truth, when I pulled your Chen family to Zhenhe for me, Lao Tzu was really relieved for a while. You know no, originally, the person who was supposed to go to Zhenhe in the Chen family was you. The old ghost wrapped up the wound, looked at me slowly, and said: "The sixth man rushed to patrol the river for you, Lao Tzu was thinking, he is still a person with a conscience, at least protect his calves, as long as a person still has a conscience, it is good, but Lao Tzu really didn't think of it"

"My father is a good person, he is a good person." I hurriedly argued: "He won't do anything to be sorry for the Seven Gates, there must be a misunderstanding here, definitely!" "

"Who is the most powerful among the seven gates of the river?" The old ghost didn't answer me, and suddenly changed his words and said, "Do you know? "

"Who's the best?" I thought about it, in fact, I haven't had any dealings with the other Hejiazi families, and as far as I know now, the most powerful one is undoubtedly the old ghost.

"Wrong, baby, you're wrong." The old ghost shook his head: "Lao Tzu has a violent temper, although he practiced some kung fu in his early years, but those who are not worth mentioning, the people who go through the Yellow River can't just rely on kung fu to get around." In the seven gates, some people are good, some people are bad, only the sixth is like a fog, for so many years, Lao Tzu always thought that he understood him and understood him, but now, Lao Tzu is also confused. "

I was still young, and I didn't understand that much, but when I looked back many years later, I realized that he was so lonely.

I still want to say something more, to defend my grandfather, because in my consciousness, that is the closest person in the world to me, I want to defend my grandfather, and at the same time I want to make the old ghost easier, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the old ghost waved his hand and said, "Forget it, Lao Tzu didn't believe in fate before, and now he can't believe it." "

The old ghost asked Qiqi to stay at the entrance of the cave to observe the situation outside, and then took me into the ancestral grave of the Sun family in the wilderness. The cemetery was completely washed away, but according to the traditional rules of the river, the grave of the old grandfather was in the southernmost place, and then the cemetery of the descendants extended to the north in turn.

"Remember, after the family is broken, that hand will inevitably be buried under the coffin of my grandfather."

We walked along the scattered cemetery, slowly walked to the southernmost part of the entire ancestral tomb, many coffins in the cemetery were driven out by goatees with soul-attracting lamps, but the coffin of the old grandfather of the Sun family, heavy and huge, like a ballast stone, was firmly placed in the middle of the tomb. This is one of the seven people who were taken away by the bearded old man in the Yellow River back then, and without them, there would be no Seven Gates of the River in the future.

The old ghost solemnly kowtowed four heads in front of the coffin, the coffin was too big, and the weight could hardly be pushed, so he began to dig from the muddy water next to him, and the two of them made the same as a donkey, and finally, the old ghost dug up a box from about two or three meters under the coffin. The box was not the same as the one my grandfather left behind, but when I opened it, it also contained a severed hand.

After that, the old ghost left in a hurry with us, and now it has been a while since we left Baoliu Village at that time, Song Baiyi may have found the remaining few people from the Seven Sects, and it is time to discuss business.

We returned to Baoliu Village, and a few people guarding the village trembled when they saw the old ghost, probably because they were scared last time. The old ghost and Song Baiyi chatted alone, Qiqi and I were very tired these days, and we slept well, and the next day, the old ghost took me into the big house next to the ancestral hall of the Song family. When we arrived, there were already some people sitting inside.

Inside the Seven Gates, my family, the Sun family, and the old generation of the Tang family are no longer there, and the remaining four families have people here, and those old guys were all characters who came and went in the water and fire in their early years, and although they were old, they were still very tough. The moment the old ghost entered the door, Song Baiyi and the elders of the remaining three families walked out quickly and knelt on the ground.

I can't tell you how they looked, but three old men in their sixties and seventies were full of fear. They are all very selfish, leaving the old ghost alone in the river for decades, maybe they would not have thought that after such a long time, the old ghost would reappear.

"Big brother, I haven't seen you for decades, are you okay?"

"The brothers often talk about it, and they are very worried."

The old ghost was silent, standing quietly in place, listening to a string of heartfelt words from a few old guys, and after a long time, he raised his eyes to look at each other, and said, "When Lao Tzu was in the river, who did you say these words to?" "

Several people were immediately blocked and couldn't say a word, looking at each other, and their embarrassed old faces were flushed. The old ghost did not continue to squeeze them, but raised his feet and led me to the top of the large table, and sat down, and I had no place to stand behind him. After a cursory glance, in addition to a few people of the same generation as the old ghost in the house, there are a few young ones left, who may be Song Baiyi's sons and grandsons, in addition, there is a middle-aged woman in her forties, who is well maintained, this should be a member of the Tang family, after the Tang family is broken, as soon as the old man dies, it will be the turn of a woman with a foreign surname to be in charge, according to the rules of the seven gates, in fact, it is no longer a serious Hezi family.

"Other nonsense, Lao Tzu doesn't want to say it, the things of the past, the past, hold on, it seems that Lao Tzu is small-minded." After all, the old ghost is the Pang family of the middle and long gate of the seven gates, and he usually doesn't see it much, but when the seven doors gather, he vaguely has an extraordinary momentum.

"The eldest brother is still the same as he was back then, and he doesn't see the old!"

"The bearing of the eldest brother can't catch up with the brother in his life."

A few old guys seemed weak because of the loss, and they laughed and flattered a few words, and then sat down carefully, not daring to sit firmly, only pressing half of the chair, anyway, it looked ridiculous. However, Song Baiyi's two grandsons were very arrogant, glanced at the old ghost, and drank tea by themselves.

"Last time, Lao Tzu told the fifth child very clearly." The old ghost may also be impatient to fight with people haha, and wants to quickly finish the matter: "Qimen has been scattered for so long, if it's okay, forget it, Lao Tzu doesn't want to care so much, but now it's not good, things are terrible, Lao Tzu has to come out to do activities, you all know it, right?" Lao Tzu wants the grandson of the sixth child to make seven big palm lamps. "

"Big brother, let's talk about this according to the rules, you are the eldest brother, and you are the Changmen of the Seven Gates, who to choose to be the big palm lamp, we have nothing to say, but" Song Baiyi thought for a while and said: "It's just that the thing I said last time is, the matter of the collapse of the sky, is the eldest brother sure to see it?" "

"Will Lao Tzu be okay to lie to you?" The old ghost's mood was not very good, and he frowned and said: "The weight of this matter, others don't know, you old things should know it in your hearts!" The collapse has really arrived, what are the consequences, weigh it yourself! "