82_82884 "Master, I really can't find it, let alone our archives, I have all gone to the Hui Tun, and the old Hui people are sure that there is no such person as Sha Wentian." The caliber is always the same. Liu Mazi said.

If you can't even find out the news of Liu Mazi in the world, even if you change to the CIA, you won't be able to recruit it. Tong Sixi's words are not credible, at least Ma Fuxiang should not lie to him. There has indeed been a history of Sha Wentian, but why don't the Hui people in the northeast even remember their original leader? Could it be that the Hui people wanted to hide some shocking secret from the world back then?

"Make an appointment with Professor Bayara, I want to see him. ”

"Yes, I'll do it right away. ”

Professor Bayala in Wushuang's mouth is a Manchurian man, highly respected in Changchun, he is also a doctor, and he is now over ninety years old. Bayala's surname is the old Manchu surname, and those who can call the old man Bayala are all Manchurians, and now they have changed it to the people. Bayala has a dual identity, on the one hand, he is a professor of human life, and on the other hand, he is also a historian of the puppet Manchu period, specializing in that period of history.

Don't look at the relationship between the Dong family and the Manchurians, but Professor Bayala is a good person, and the two families had a friendship when Dong Ye returned to Changchun. I often walk around during the holidays, and when I was a child, Wushuang urinated in the arms of the old professor.

Professor Bayara opened an antique shop on Toudao Street, and the store was full of old objects from the Manchu Dynasty. Usually, if Wushuang gets any good goods, then the first one has to come to give him a palm.

"You kid, you won't be here for some days, come on, come on, how about helping you take a look at this blue and white bowl first?" The old professor took Wushuang to the private room of his precious collection with his eyes.

Wushuang knocked on the mouth of the porcelain bowl, and then took a picture of the bottom of the bowl with a wolf's eye, and said with a smile: "Professor, where did you get this treasure from? It's not Xibei goods, but it's not an official kiln." If it's 100,000 miles, it's barely acceptable. ”

"Hmph! there's nothing good in your boy's mouth. Then next time you get those bright weapons, remember to leave two things for you, and I will open my eyes. The old professor made a pot of tea and poured it for Wushuang.

The professor took a sip of tea and asked, "Tell me, boy, is there something to call me? What's the matter? Tong Sixi is embarrassed for you again?"

"Professor, I know that you are the living history book of our modern history of Changchun, I want to ask you personally, I don't know if you have heard of this person. ”

"Huh...... You kid is panicking me, I can't even inquire about Liu Mazi, I can't inquire about it, old man, I'm not from the rivers and lakes, and I don't have a good ear. ”

"Sha Wentian, have you heard of it?" Wushuang didn't have time to go around in circles with the old professor, and asked bluntly.

"Oh, he?" Professor Bayara frowned, reached out and touched the stubble from the corner of his mouth, and was silent.

"Professor, Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing, why did the master suddenly remember to ask him?"

"Do you know he's right? Sha Wentian did have a zài in history, right?"

Professor Bayala said that according to the information he had, Sha Wentian was the leader of the Hui people in Xingchengzi (Changchun) at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China. On the one hand, he returned from Tsarist Russia, and on the other hand, after returning to China, he tried his best to prevent resistance to Russia. He is cruel by nature, almost everyone associated with the Russians cannot escape death, even if you are a Muslim, he will not be merciful.

Wushuang waved his hand, and Boss Fang and Elder Fang exited the private room and closed the door. "Professor, I have a question in my mind, let's say this in private, where did I say it. ”

"Do you want to ask Sha Wentian and your grandfather?"

"Yes, the crooked-necked old mother under the Freedom Bridge has been making a lot of noise these days, and your lord must have heard about it. There is a theory that the crooked neck of the old mother buried under the corpse of Sha Wentian. I asked my third grandfather about this, but he didn't seem to want me to come in, and he kept a lot of secrets from me. ”

Professor Bayara nodded, took Wushuang's hand cordially, and led Wushuang to the study at the back, which was antique, from the furniture to the murals on the wall.

He dragged Wushuang to a chair and sat down, then searched through the bookshelves for a long time, and finally found an old photo album.

"Look at this, this is my collection, the old man, and ordinary people can't see it. You look at the first page. Professor Bayara personally opened the first page of the album for Wushuang.

Ouch...... The first photo shocked Wushuang too much, although the old photo was yellowed and the camera at the time was not very clear, Wushuang still recognized the two people in the photo. The shorter man on the left was older, probably in his 60s, with a large beard, a small white hat on his head, and a large blood-red cloak on his back, which almost exactly matched the stone statue he had seen in the secret passage.

"Sha Wentian, is he Sha Wentian?" Wushuang exclaimed.

"That's not the point, just look at the person on Sha Wentian's right. ”

Wushuang's perspective began to move to the right side of the photo, and on the right side of Sha Wentian stood a man with five big and three thick, the clothes on this man's body may not be expensive, maybe not gorgeous, but they show his heroic feelings. This person is nearly two meters tall, his arms are bulging with muscular chunks, he has a pair of riding boots under his feet, a cloth bag tied around his waist, a mirrored box gun in his left waist, and a snow-bright sharp dagger in his right waist. Looking at this chest again, the upper body is only wearing a metal chain mail shoulder, and two strings of bullets are staggered together outside the shoulder, and the bullets should be the first batch of American Thompson from the caliber.

Wushuang trembled his hands, and was very excited, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a hard puff.

Although there was a scar on the face of the tall and mighty man, it could still be clearly seen that his appearance was very similar to his grandfather, as if it had been carved out of a mold. Wushuang unconsciously touched his face, that's right, his face shape is also inherited from this person's bloodline, and even this pair of Danfeng eyes are exactly the same as him......! He is the grandfather, Wu Gongyao, the hero of the troubled times!

"Is this my grandfather?" Wushuang shouted in alarm.

"Yes, that's right, this is the only photo of Yao Gong in the world so far, and the only photo with the image of Sha Wentian. Professor Bayara said.

In the photo, Bei Jing should be in the living room of a mansion, the two are standing on the left and right, although the expression is very kind, but there is always a distance of one hand, which shows that the two are not really close, but were pulled here by a third party to negotiate