The night rain finally stopped, and the hook was empty. A young man with a slender figure and a grim face was carrying a food box and walking towards a low mountain in the inner mansion of the villa. The way up the mountain is paved with bluestone slabs, perhaps because of the recent rains, or perhaps because it is inaccessible, and the stone steps are mottled with moss, and the walk is slightly slippery.

The young man walked unhurriedly, his face was expressionless, and if it were not for the occasional blinking eyelid, he would have been mistaken for a lonely soul of the dead wandering in the middle of the night, and the young man came to the top of the mountain, where there was only a small courtyard. The courtyard walls are made of ash and earth, and the exterior walls have been weathered and cracked in some places. The young man walked to the door and was about to knock on the door, when an old and lazy voice came from the courtyard, "Come in." The young man pushed open the wooden door and walked into the courtyard.

Facing the courtyard were two wooden houses, one of which was lit and the door was open. The courtyard was small, with only a small flower garden enclosed under the root of the east wall, in which was planted a plum tree that had not yet bloomed, and under the tree was the flowers and plants that had been pruned by the owner. Next to the flowerbed stood a stone table, clean and flat, which was probably the only thing in the whole courtyard that did not make people feel dilapidated. On the chaise longue next to the table, a thin old man was holding a handstove in one hand and looking up at the starry sky, and the sleeve of the other arm hung empty at his side. He glanced at the food box in the young man's hand, and sniffed vigorously with a wrinkled nose, deliberately making a loud noise, he was like a child at the moment, how could he still be arrogant in the medicine room before. He seemed to notice his gaffe, yawned, and said in a disdainful tone, "It's been a long time since you've been here, how long has it been?"

"One year, three months, twenty-two days. The young man did not talk nonsense, nor did he salute, but went straight to the stone table, opened the food box, and took out two jars of wine and four plates of side dishes from it. A plate of pork head, a plate of vinegar mixed bean sprouts, a plate of brine tofu and a plate of marinated bacon. He placed a pair of chopsticks in front of the old man and took another one for himself. Break the mud seal of the two jars of wine, and place one jar on the table on the old man's side. Then he looked at the old man without saying a word.

The old man snorted lightly, "You haven't come to me for more than a year, but today you think of me, a bad old man?" Seeing that the young man did not answer, the old man continued: "If this kind of thing hadn't happened, you would not have come if you had come to beg me." ”

"A gentleman is a gentleman after all. ”

"Don't fucking fart to Lao Tzu!" the old man burst out directly, and there was no longer the previous laziness. "You ice bump, since you followed that stinky boy, you haven't learned anything good, and you've learned some whiskers and horses, two-faced, mercenary-minded bullshit. Look at you, you can't learn well, you can't even say what you want to listen to! I don't know what that little rabbit has taught you, it's nondescript!" When the young man saw the old man moving chopsticks, he still didn't say a word, picked up the wine jar with his right hand, picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, and took a bite of bacon with a mouthful of spirits. The old man saw that he was holding chopsticks in one hand and wine in the other, and glanced at his empty right sleeve, and he was even more angry. He lifted his foot on the cloth shoe, kicked the young man sitting opposite, and said scoldingly: "Aren't these drinks and food for the old man, your mother's fart!" The young man pouted, this was the only change in his expression since he went up the mountain.

Seeing this, the old man sighed and asked, "What are you asking for?"

"Fate!"

"The old man said that his life. The old man has been saved. Are you fucking deaf or are you fucking stuffing the hair in your crotch into your ears?"

"A complete life. The young man replied, still unmoved.

"Complete? He didn't have missing arms or legs, and his brain wasn't broken, so why wasn't it complete. ”

"Sir knows what I mean. ”

"The old man can't do anything!" the old man's originally somewhat scoundrel and fierce expression withered. He picked up the jar again and poured wine, then shook the empty jar with his hand and looked at the young man. The young man handed his wine jar to the old man, who rolled his eyes and said, "Lao Tzu dislikes your bad mouth." The young man was expressionless, and took out a dark jade medal from his arms, which was not decorated with any relief carving, but was engraved on the side of the side with the words "Born to the sun, to the warmth." "Eight small letters, the carving is a little rough, and the font is very immature, which can be said to have ruined this priceless Beihai jade. If it is replaced by a calligraphy and painting seal carver today, engraved with two lines of literary verses, the price of this chapter is probably comparable to the annual revenue of those tyrants in Yaozhou in the middle of Great Xia.

The young man took out two more jars of wine from this jade medallion. Placed on the table. This substance is collectively known as mustard seed in the world. It takes at least a year and a half for warriors to walk the rivers and lakes, literati to study everywhere, and rangers to travel the world. And the longer ones are still on the road for more than a decade. In history, there was a ranger surnamed Xu who spent decades traveling the world, exploring geography, recording various natural features, famous mountains and rivers, and customs. In his later years, he compiled his life's travel experiences, and the observations and rumors along the way into a book named "Travels to the Four Seas" and published it for future generations to read; there was also a high monk who once trekked through mountains and rivers for nearly 20 years to seek the true meaning of Mahayana, and went to the Western Buddhist country to inquire about the Dharma. After returning, he started a sect, preached and preached everywhere, translated thousands of scriptures in his later years, and went to the world outside the world by sitting on the golden lotus when he passed away. It is difficult to find a town inn to rest and replenish during a long journey, and it is really inconvenient to travel long distances if you are carrying large and small bags. Therefore, there are alchemists, who use special materials to forge utensils and open up space in them, and the space can store items. According to the forging material, the technique is different from the forging person's own cultivation attainments, and the space is small and large. And these items that accommodate the bearing space, mostly daily ornaments and weapons, easy to carry, there is Buddhism said "a flower a world, a sand a world" of the wonderful reason, so the world gradually called it mustard seeds. After all, the energy of the refiners in the world is limited, and the materials for fusing mustard seeds must also be limited, so the mustard seeds in the flowing world are all priceless treasures that major forces and tycoons are eager to see. And at this moment, looking at the words engraved on this mustard jade medal like the words written by children when they practice writing, it will make people feel that they are violent. It seems that the young man does not feel that these eight words are outsiders, and they are simply dazzling that can pierce people's hearts. He played with the jade medal with his hand, and rubbed the two lines from time to time.

The old man looked at the two extra jars of wine on the table, looked at his one-arm again, glared at the young man and said, "Open!" The young man slapped open the mud seals of the two jars, and stopped talking.

"I know what you're going to say. The old man lowered his head and picked up the vegetables and continued, "If you can't cultivate, it's better to let him die." Hmph, it's better to die than to live, haven't you heard this sentence? If that little rabbit cub really wants to die, you can fulfill him. Damn, the old man might as well not save him, and let him go to his mother directly. ”

"But you said that the meaning of my life and staying with him is that I can let him live. The young man was a little excited, and there was more eagerness in his tone.

"The old man said it, but the old man also said that if he wants to live a long time, he can't cultivate, but he doesn't listen. The old man asked you to watch him, not to let you accompany him to mess around, you are good. Not only did he not stop him from cultivating, but instead helped him steal a village's cultivation method of liver and intestine breaking, do you think he has too long a life?"

"He is the Lord, His commandment, and my life. ”

"He will let you eat dog shit in the future, and you will eat it too?" Seeing that the young man hesitated for a moment and nodded, the old man spit out all the pig's head meat that had just been put in his mouth, and then took a sip of wine and rinsed his mouth.

"I don't know if it's providence, that little rabbit cub was born with a pulse disease, although there are those vines in the meridians, and the cultivation speed is different from ordinary people, but after every cultivation, those things will try to pierce the meridians through the heaven and earth vitality that enters the body, and every time he breaks through the realm, it will bring him the pain of molten veins and burning his heart. You were born with a cold pool, but you just felt that the cold qi emanating from your body could suppress the vine silk in the kid's meridians and make it not too restless. But I didn't expect that by mistake, you inadvertently injected the vitality of his meridians, and you could freeze those things in a short period of time. I thought that with you, that kid could really grow up, marry a wife and have children. Let's not mention that if he really lives to the day when Yunjin River drives the crane, even if he can't cultivate martial arts, he can still inherit the position of the owner of the village and the prince of his Yun family, and with the support of Song Jichen and them, as long as he hangs the title of prince and owner, he doesn't need to worry about anything. You can enjoy leisure and enjoy the blessings of ordinary people. Even if Jin He really wrote to the imperial court in the end, he asked for the hereditary succession to be passed on to Song Jichen, or the rest of the Yun family. Do you think those people in high positions will really attack him, a person who has no power to tie the chicken? Aren't they going to treat him as if he were the emperor, what do you want, what is there to disadvantage? Do you have to cultivate? To fight? This is all the destiny of heaven, why do you need to shake the tree and wring it with the destiny of heaven?"

"Yes. The young man only replied lightly, the old man didn't seem to care, he knew which question he would answer himself, and still said to himself: "The current situation is different again, obviously there is a ghost in the village who eats inside and crawls outside." I can't say the same, maybe I'm still a potential person in the Zhuangzi for a long time. The murder of Jinhe can't be hidden for too long, the New Year is about to close, and next year will be Zhi'er's girl's big wedding, if Jinhe can't be found, I'm afraid it will really be messed up. I don't know how many people in this mountain villa, this Yunyin City, the entire Yin Xun Prefecture, the entire Great Xia and even the entire Southern Liang want to see a waste young village owner take the throne and then become a puppet in the game of all parties, and how many people may not even want him to be a puppet. It is said that the emperor's family affairs are the most difficult to fathom, but aren't all people's hearts in the world the same as difficult to guess? The human heart is a place where the sun can never shine, and all the dirty things in all places where the sun can't shine are just as difficult to fathom.

"I want to take him away. The young man gave him an inquiring look.

"Go, where are you going?" How many pairs of eyes were staring at him, staring at the villa. He stayed in the villa, and those who really wanted to do it would still have some scruples, but once you leave Yunyin City, let alone walk out of Yin Xunzhou, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave Lanxin City. Those people dared to make a move against the dignified King Xun'an in the realm of Cloud Hidden City, and their purpose and ambition were clearly revealed. ”

"I want to take him away, he can't stay at the lodge. ”

"Do you have a suspicious person?"

The young man shook his head, he wanted to say yes, but he didn't, because he was suspicious of all the people in the villa, he wanted to ask, why did he want this trip, Deadpool, to stay in the villa to pass the word to a person who didn't know when he would be able to get out; he wanted to ask, why Song Jichen led people to go straight to the old nest of Saojing, and came back to say that all the people in Saojing were slaughtered, but tonight there were people from Saojing; he wanted to ask the young man who was still unconscious on the sickbed at the moment, why when he saw himself appear tonight, his eyes were full of indifference and mockery, was he also doubting himself? He wanted to ask if the boy had really found a way to eradicate his stubborn illness this time.

One old and one young, no longer spoke, and the two just ate and drank in silence. The ground was already filled with seven or eight jars. At this time, the old man suddenly said: "You better take him away, it's okay to go out for a walk, be low-key and careful on the road, but you still have to be high-profile when traveling, so that the people in the whole villa know, it's not a way to blindly hide, and the hidden arrow can't be prevented." It's better to let the wolves smell blood, so they can come out of the dense forest where they are hiding. ”

"They're not wolves, they're just rats. The young man did not seem to grasp the point of the old man's words, and then he answered.

The old man didn't care, drank the last swallow wine in his hand, and when he saw that the young man was about to take it again, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Actually, if he really wants to cultivate again, it's not impossible. It's just that the method is outside the square. ”

When the young man heard this, a glimmer of brilliance finally lit up in his dark eyes, and he sat up straight and cast a hopeful look at the old man. The old man still waved his hand, saying that he would wait for Yun Xuelan to wake up, so he got up and walked back to the room without even saying hello.

The young man walked to the chaise longue where the old man had just sat and sat down to look at the deep night sky. He remembered what the old man had asked him earlier, "What have you learned from that little rabbit?" and the young man wanted to tell the old man that he and the boy had learned to laugh.

His name is Rin Tan, Rin Tan is his pseudonym as Deadpool, and everyone in the villa calls him Rin Tan, but the young man named Yun Xuelan has always called him Jiang Yu, a real name that even he has almost forgotten. His father was the guard brought to the villa by Yun Jinhe's deceased wife, Jiang, from her mother's house. Later, he married a maid in charge of procurement in the villa and gave birth to him. When he was ten years old, his father was caught stealing the Yun family's cultivation resources because he was out gambling and was in debt. According to the rules of the villa, their family should be executed, but it happened that Jiang was pregnant with a second child, and in order not to kill the soon-to-be-born child, his father was abolished and became a horse slave, and soon died of depression. And because of his extraordinary cultivation talent, he was sent to the Dark Cloud Guard to train as a dead soldier dark guard.

When he was fifteen years old, five-year-old Yun Xuelan was diagnosed with a congenital pulse disease. And his cold pool body and the water method he cultivated had a suppressive effect on Yun Xuelan's stubborn illness. So, he was sent to Yun Xuelan's side as Deadpool. Prior to this, whether he was cultivating in the Dark Cloud Guard or living in the mountain villa, he was ridiculed as a "thief" by the people around him, and he and his mother had been poked in the backbone by people for a long time.

When he was brought to the boy, he thought he would be like the others. But the boy only asked him, "Who are you?"

"Your Deadpool. ”

"What is Deadpool?"

"Protect your guards even if you die. ”

"What's your name?"

"Rintan."

"Your real name?"

"Jiang Yu. ”

Since then, in his world, in addition to his mother, another person calls him Jiang Yu.

He protected the boy for a whole year, and one day, the boy suddenly asked him, "Brother Jiang Yu, why don't you laugh?" The boy said that he wouldn't, yes, since he was sensible, the only thing he would do was to live, and the one who was integrated into the attached middle school lived for his mother, and now it was to protect the person in front of him.

"I'll teach you. After the boy finished speaking, he climbed into the chair and looked at him, and the boy stretched out his chubby little hand, put his two index fingers against the corners of his mouth, and tilted it upward, "So you can laugh." ”

In the year he was crowned, his mother died of illness, and his world was completely reduced to a cold pool, with no warmth or hope. On the day he was crowned, no one held any ceremony for him, and he didn't need anyone to congratulate him. He knelt alone in front of his parents' graves, thinking that he had no worries in this world. An eleven-year-old boy came up behind him, and he turned his head and squeezed out a jerky smile at the boy. The young man took out a dark jade medallion from his arms, and he recognized that it was one of the relics left to him by the young man's mother, an internal mustard object. The boy said, "You have no mother, and I have not had a mother since I was a child." You may feel that the world is unfair and that people's hearts make people cold, but when we live for a day, we should be born to the sun and walk towards warmth. It was the only gift he received when he was crowned, and the second he received in his life. When he was eight years old, his father carved a wooden sword for him.

A year and a half ago, the young man who had been secretly cultivating found him, hoping that he would help the young man steal the Yun family's secret book. He didn't hesitate, not because he didn't know the consequences of being discovered, but because he felt that the boy was his master, and even if he let him die, he would not hesitate.

Finally, the young man's cultivation was learned by the owner of the village and the young man's husband, and the two were furious, and when the owner of the village ordered him to be executed, the young man rotted in front of his Shen. The owner is furious, saying that this person is your Deadpool, and he will protect you even if he dies, but he connived at you and put you in danger, and he did not fulfill his responsibilities to Deadpool.

The young man turned his head and asked him, "Brother Jiang Yu, who are you?"

"I'm the young master's Deadpool. ”

"What is Deadpool?"

"Die to protect your well-thought-out guards. ”

The boy shook his head and said to his father, "Deadpool, the guard who can accompany me to my death." ”

The young man recalled the past, and suddenly felt a little cold on his cheeks. He opened his eyes and looked at the night sky, where the moon was lying on the clouds, smiling at him, like the face of a six-year-old child. It turned out that it was not raining, but it was raining in the eyes of the young man.