"Hey. How did it go again. Hey..."

After Qu Yongmu saw him off. He fell on his back again. The heart is empty. At this time, even if it is a weirdo. He also wants to chat with them. It's a pity that these people came in a hurry. Go also in a hurry.

"Strange... These people are weird. A servant. A slam on the door. Why do you all pass through this remote wilderness? I met again... Never mind... Maybe it's a coincidence......"

Just as he said this to himself. There was another man coming. This man is full of oil. If the belly is sagging, it will be dragged to the ground. Oily face. Ears droop down to the shoulders. A pair of fat thick lips are moving rapidly. It's like chewing something. Holding a duck leg in his left hand. In his right hand, he took two bites of a baked cake. He also carries a wild boar leg on his back. A cyan seven-step snake is wrapped around his waist. It's also baked, though.

As soon as this fat man came along. It's all the smell of food. The man has not yet arrived. The scent is here. It's like a beautiful woman in ancient times. The aroma hits.

"Jun asked that the return date is not due. Braised chicken with eggplant oil. Autumn high east fence picking mulberry chrysanthemum. I still remember the pot of boiled fish. A pear blossom pressed begonia. Green peppers are dry and stir-fried fat sausages."

"This man is also a weirdo. It's full of food. Words to say. A poem and a dish. Who is this?"

"You're lying here. Never eat. It's a terrible thing."

Qu Yong didn't get up. Said lazily: "How did you destroy the heavens."

The fat man was eating in his mouth. While muttering vaguely: "Life is in the world. There's only one mouth. A stomach. I tried my best. Fought with two hands. I can't finish eating this worldly food. And you. There's a lot of time to spare. Empty mouth. A stomach. It's all empty. Isn't this a terrible thing?"

"There's something you mean by that, too." Qu Yong touched his nose and said, "Once the sea was difficult to water. Fish-flavored shredded pork with chicken thighs. You say this. I'm craving chicken thighs too."

"It's a duck leg." The fat man didn't even think about it. He threw over the duck leg that only half of the food was eaten in his hand and said, "Just by what you say. Worthy of my duck."

Qu Yong didn't think about it. And he bit the duck's leg clean. The bones were bitten apart. After eating. Throw it anywhere. Rub greasy hands on the grass. "It's delicious."

"You little guy is kind of interesting." The fat man nibbled on the biscuits. looked at Qu Yong and said, "Listen to your accent. Without a tongue. It should be from southern China. And without Cantonese. It should be someone from the middle of the country. The tone is stiff. It's not Suzhou soft language. It seems to be from Zhejiang. In Zhejiang, the two tones of n and l are indistinguishable. It should be from Quzhou. Quzhou people. There is this courage and openness. There are only Jiangshan people. I'm right."

The more Qu Yong listened, the more frightened he became. From the beginning. Good guess. Can be crossed to the back. The more incredible. In the end, he was able to guess his hometown in such a short period of time and a few words. There are such delicate characters in the world. But this man has a fat head and big ears. It's just puzzling. As the saying goes, people should not be disguised. The sea is incomprehensible.

"Who are you.."

Qu Yong stood up. Right in front of him. Road.

The fat man licked his fingers and said, "I eat all directions with a big mouth. Bafang has eaten. And just walk through. Quzhou has three heads. Fish head. Rabbit head and duck head. It's not bad."

"Not bad, indeed." Qu Yong does not deny it. "You know a lot. That's a good point. It looks like you're Chinese too."

The fat man grinned and said, "I'm Han."

Qu Yong said: "Aren't Han people Chinese?"

"Stupid!" The fat man took a hard bite of the pancake. Said: "You can't teach a child. It's stupid. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"It's hard to say goodbye when you meet. Don't put salt in steamed crabs! Goodbye means. It's just never to be seen again."

This fat man is actually gone. Three people. All gone.

"Who the hell are these three people? Han. What do you mean?" Qu Yong suddenly found a problem. Three of them. Although it is strange and bizarre. But they are all wearing Hanfu. He speaks Chinese. Are they in a group? Where are you going?"

Qu Yong's curiosity is not a very strong person. Especially now that we are in the midst of a sea change. The heart is even more desolate. But these three are just too strange. From appearance, conversation, to behavior. All of them are extremely strange.

"If I follow. Is it possible to see what exactly they are doing. But... Wouldn't it be ...... if they had anything to do with it."

"To go or not to go. Never mind. It's better not to go. Why bother to mess with other people's troubles."

Thereupon. He lay down again. The stars are so good. He ate another duck leg. Feel a little more comfortable.

How long has it been. I don't remember either. The night must have reached its deepest. Sub-hour.

Zi Shi refers to the inner Dan technique in the Zhou Tian Gong method. The timing of the fire can start. Also known as the winter solstice. It's also the darkest time of the day.

It's in the midst of this utter darkness. Suddenly, a coffin was lifted. Black golden silk nanmu coffin. By a face of the wooden. Dark-skinned middle-aged man in coarse cloth Hanfu on his shoulders. Striding over.

He walked directly in front of Qu Yong." Throw the coffin on the grass with a bang. And then he pulled his throat like a broken gong. "There's a dead man here."

Qu Yong said: "I'm not a dead man."

"A dead man is a dead man. If you think you can talk, you're not dead. It's ridiculous." The middle-aged man bent down. Go hug Qu Yong. He's got a lot of way with it. Both hands shook and shook. Hold out the Quartet. It's like a circle again. It's like a square again. It is the "hand learning" of Taijiquan, but it is very different from the ordinary. His hug is not round. Similar square is not square. Heaviness. Swiftness and power coexist. It seems to be sharp in the corners. But it seems to be majestic and sleek. Concentrated sharp. Two extremes of round cotton force change. Conversion.

This is already the very high level of Taijiquan.

The world knows that Tai Chi is round. But where to know. True Tai Chi looks square. But it's round to the touch. That's what it's all about. And this middle-aged man with a wooden face actually did it.

Although he only has the strength of this hand. But subtlety in the style of play. It is not inferior to the Danjin master.

Qu Yong has no ability to resist at all. During the day, he fought with a master of chemical strength. But meet this middle-aged man. He really couldn't do anything about it. First, lying down is congenitally at a great disadvantage. Second. This middle-aged man's martial arts are too high. He had to be caught.

"What do you want to do?"

"The dead should lie down where the dead should go. Isn't it?" The middle-aged man hugged him. Qu Yong has been picked up like a baby. The fingers of his right hand are a little on the "big vertebral point" on his neck. Dark point. Qu Yong suddenly felt numb. Let this man carry him into the luxurious coffin.

Qu Yong smiled bitterly: "Speaking of which. This is the second time I've been in the coffin. Do I have a relationship with the coffin?"

The middle-aged man said lightly: "As a dead man. You're really unqualified."

Qu Yong said: "Why."

"A dead man shouldn't have so many words." The middle-aged man closed the lid of the coffin with his backhand. Immediately it was pitch black again.

It's actually very comfortable to lie in a coffin. Big and spacious. There are also at least nine layers of bedding underneath. Each layer is freshly bounced cotton. Freshly cut cloth. However, Qu Yong was not comfortable lying down at all. His eyes darkened. I couldn't help but shout, "Hey. What do you want to do.."

"Out of the funeral. Buried."