Uncle Ya picked up the wine cup, raised his head and drank it all: "What you saw today is called the lotus set."

"It's something we did in the South in the early years, and that old guy hasn't seen it at all."

Ah Gui smiled knowingly: "Yes, this old craft is basically lost."

"But......" Ah Gui hesitated, "I don't care about Lao Lin, that second master, I'm afraid he won't let you go."

Uncle Ya leaned heavily on the back of the chair and said indifferently, "Who let go of whom, it's not necessarily."

"From tomorrow onwards, I won't be involved in the Ivy Spring Society for the time being."

"Huh?" I looked at Uncle Ya suspiciously: "Now that you are the only person who can suppress the second master, and you have withdrawn, isn't he lawless?"

Uncle Ya knocked me with a fan: "I let you learn Tai Chi to learn how to overcome rigidity with softness!"

"As long as I don't get involved, the second master has no reason and no chance to attack me!"

"I let him punch the cotton, and he couldn't use his strength!"

After a pause, he sighed: "Without Wang Ju, the Ivy Spring Society is already a zombie after autumn, and it can't set off any storms."

"Forget it, don't mention it."

Uncle Ya shouted at the back hall: "San'er, burn the knife on the hour, and drink some together!"

Before eating, I specially instructed Ji Canghai and them, let's just take care of eating, don't say much.

Father and son have different tables, and uncles and nephews don't drink together.

All of you here are old rivers and lakes, you have to follow the old rules, and it is easy to annoy people if you talk too much.

This night, everyone pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and Uncle Ya's interest was surprisingly high.

Lao Lin took out a Changxiao from his arms and blew it leisurely, and Uncle Ya applauded continuously.

After eating a meal, everyone was already staggering.

It was getting late and we weren't going to leave either, so we went straight up to the second floor and stayed in the staff lounge.

Fortunately, there are a lot of rooms, one person per room, and there is still room for free.

For nearly a month, we have been in a state of headrests and covered bodies.

Now having a warm nest is simply a great pleasure in life.

The next day, before I got up, a long sound came from the next room.

I couldn't make out the tune, but I could feel the deep sadness in it.

I sat up and broke into the next room, only to see Uncle Tooth kneeling on the ground.

And in his arms was the motionless Lao Lin.

Uncle Ya sat beside Lao Lin with straight eyes, and Chang Xiao let out a burst of sadness in his mouth.

My heart sank, and my eyes were hot.

I've seen dead people all year round, so I know what's going on.

The people who toasted with us yesterday are now separated by yin and yang.

It's really life and death.

Uncle Ya's two lines of hot tears fell, smashed on Lao Lin's chest, and disappeared without a trace.

I stretched out my hand and pulled up Uncle Ya and comforted, "Don't cry, he turns back three times in one step, and he can't go well."

With such a tug, I suddenly saw a red short-headed arrow on Lao Lin's body.

And on the arrow, there is also a copper coin with an outer circle and an inner square.

Lao Lin didn't die a natural death!

This thing is called life money!

If the people in the rivers and lakes seek revenge, they will definitely leave the money to buy their lives at the scene, and my name is engraved on the handle of my arrow.

This is called killing people famously, and they are above board!

I just wanted to bring the arrow, but Uncle Tooth snatched it away!

I couldn't help but raise my voice, "There's a word on it!"

"I know!"

Uncle Ya's eyes were red, and his voice was a little higher than mine.

His sudden outburst of anger really startled me.

Uncle Ya raised his gaze, and his tone softened a lot: "The others go out first."

When I looked back, I realized that everyone was already around.

Everyone left, and Uncle Ya closed the door.

The two of us guarded Lao Lin's corpse and did not speak for a long time.

After a while, Uncle Ya reached out and wiped the tears on his face: "Lao Lin died in my hands."