Song Laosheng's face was full of smiles, and he respectfully saluted Zhang Bairen: "The demeanor of the metropolitan governor is better than in the past!"

"Where did you go this old boy? I thought I would have been in retreat long enough, but I didn't expect that you would be missing for nearly 20 years, where have you gone in the past 20 years? No matter how I find out about you, there is no trace of scales and claws" Zhang Bairen slapped Song Laosheng's shoulder, and then frowned: "The foundation has lost a lot, you haven't seen growth for more than 20 years, why is the foundation losing money?"

Listening to Zhang Bairen's words, Song Laosheng smiled bitterly: "I went to a secret place, and the master told me to do some things, but I never thought that it would be nearly twenty years in a blink of an eye." ”

Looking at Song Laosheng, Zhang Bairen sighed lightly, after twenty years of delay, Song Laosheng had already missed the best time to cultivate.

"Come with me" Zhang Bairen pulled Song Laosheng, and the two came to the house, Zhang Bairen stewed mutton, and then said: "Go and take out the Korean blood ginseng that Jiang Yunqian gave me a few days ago, and stew it for me over a fine fire." ”

The servant went down to deliver the order, Zhang Bairen looked at Song Laosheng: "You have missed the best martial arts opportunity, it is even more difficult to catch up, Yuwen Chengdu has seen that the gods are not bad, what do you say you should do? If it is not delayed for fifteen years, I am afraid that you will also be in the realm of Yi Gu Dacheng at the last time, and there is hope for the Dao." ”

Song Laosheng smiled bitterly: "Master's order, how dare I shirk?"

Zhang Bairen was speechless when he heard this, and secretly said in his heart that Yu Juluo was unreliable, but he said: "What have you done for the general? It actually takes fifteen years?"

Song Laosheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "When you go to the Daoyang God, you can know where I am going." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Bairen looked surprised.

Song Laosheng shook his head and said quietly: "I can't say it!"

"So mysterious?"

Zhang Bairen was stunned.

The old people reunited, Zhang Bairen and Song Laosheng drank all night, and it was not until most of the day later that Song Laosheng was drunk and shook his head and left.

Song Laosheng left, and Zhang Bairen sat in front of the desk with a pensive face, a flash of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"There has been no trace for fifteen years, let Tianting and the military aircraft secret mansion investigate, Song Laosheng seems to have disappeared, this world is getting more and more interesting!" Zhang Bairen's eyes narrowed slightly.

I don't know when Zhang Bairen fell asleep, and when he woke up the next day, it was already three poles in the sun.

"Wow"

"Wow"

"Wow"

A burst of hurried footsteps came, and then I saw Zhang Lihua quickly pushing the door and walking into the house, looking at Zhang Bairen in a daze, and lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Zhang left last night!"

"Gone?" Zhang Bairen was puzzled: "Where did you go?"

"Leaving Zhuojun," Zhang Lihua said.

Zhang Bairen's movements froze, and the residual drunkenness dissipated instantly, and then stood up suddenly: "Where did you leave Zhuo County? Why did you leave?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Bairen stood up: "In that direction?"

"I went to the customs outside, I should be about to leave the customs at this time, and it is too late for you to chase after you," Zhang Lihua said.

Zhang Bairen nodded, shrunk all the way out of the city, and looked at the vast outside the plug, the endless weeds, and the overwhelming ghosts flew out from Zhang Bairen's body.

"Where!"

Zhang Bairen looked at the figure walking alone outside the desolate plug, and suddenly his face was happy.

Nearly 20 years have passed, although Uncle Zhang is in his fifties, his face is full of old age, and his tall body is rickety.

"Uncle Zhang!" Zhang Bairen took a step forward and blocked in front of Uncle Zhang.

At this time, Uncle Zhang was dressed in shabby clothes, which looked quite familiar, and it was the rough leather coat made in the poor period outside the Saiwai.

"Bairen!" Uncle Zhang's movements paused, and a pair of eyes looked at Zhang Bairen who was blocking the front, and involuntarily lowered his head.

"Why didn't Uncle Zhang say goodbye? It made the little nephew sad, but there was something wrong with the hospitality?" Zhang Bairen looked at Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang shook his head and was silent for a while before saying, "I'm sorry for you, naturally I don't have the face to stay in the Zhang family." ”

"You are you, Xiaocao is Xiaocao, it was also my idea to send Xiaocao away back then!" Zhang Bairen sighed lightly.

He knows Uncle Zhang's thoughts, his mother is like a fairy, as long as he is a man, there is no one he doesn't admire. Uncle Zhang has been guarding his mother for more than 20 years, until now the years have changed, Uncle Zhang has shown his old state, but Zhang's mother is still beautiful, and it seems that time has not left any traces on her face.

It's a pity, Luohua is intentionally ruthless, Zhang's mother is an elf-like person, but Uncle Zhang is a rough man who can't read big words, and his face is full of wind and frost, how can he be seen by Zhang's mother?

A few years ago, Zhang's mother and Zhang Fei got along, but now Zhang's mother is injured by love and is sitting in a dead pass. Now that Uncle Zhang is fifty years old, he knows the destiny of heaven, and his body is getting older and older, how can he be worthy of Mother Zhang?

was already sad and gloomy, and he never thought that Zhang Xiaocao would happen again, and Uncle Zhang naturally had the intention of leaving.

"You treat me very well! I helped you and your mother for five years, and you have provided me with food and clothing for twenty years, and all the kindness has been repaid, and we don't owe each other!" Uncle Zhang sighed deeply and came to Zhang Bairen: "You go back, life in the city is not suitable for me, and it is better for me to die alone in the deep mountains and old forests." If you really think of me as your uncle, you should fulfill me, not block my way. ”

The north wind was howling, and Zhang Bairen's face was silent.

Is the grace of life over?

Although he has been in retreat for fifteen years, he sees Uncle Zhang's efforts.

It is difficult to read and write, to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but unfortunately he still seems to be a person from two worlds with Zhang's mother.

Zhang Bairen was speechless in his heart, only saying that his mother had no eyes, but he liked the personable and likable Zhang Fei, but an honest man like Uncle Zhang could only leave gloomily, and he deserved to be hurt by love.

looked at the animal skin clothes on Uncle Zhang's body, although they were tattered, they were worn by him. This animal skin shirt was sewn by the mother herself. After fifteen years of life, I didn't expect it to be preserved to this day.

What can Zhang Bairen say?

Hate to meet late?

Creation makes people?

can only say that creation makes people.

Uncle Zhang faced the north wind and walked away with difficulty. The tall man back then has now fallen down and is walking in the north wind with difficulty.

Zhang Bairen should not stop him or forcibly persecute him, he has dignity! That is his last dignity.

Zhang Bairen just stood like that, standing in the howling north wind, watching the figure gradually walk away in the north wind.

This is the pain of parting, the five years of life slowly passed in my mind, I became a hegemon, and my straight back was already rickety.

Standing quietly in the north wind, Zhang Bairen was silent. Clenched his fists tightly, looking at the distant back, he felt sad.

"Alas!" Zhang Bairen sighed, and two lines of tears slipped down.

This part, I am afraid that it is separated by yin and yang, and it is already the end of the road in reincarnation.

According to Uncle Zhang's current body and bones, he will return to the underworld in ten years at most. The root of the disease left in the early years is the root of the old disease, and it cannot be eliminated at all.

Even if Zhang Bairen has been conditioning day and night for more than ten years, Uncle Zhang's foundation still cannot be restored, which is why Zhang Bairen is unwilling to teach Uncle Zhang martial arts. Teaching martial arts, Uncle Zhang died faster! The innate vitality is insufficient, and there is no way for the gods to be resurrected.

If he continues to stay in Zhangjia Manor and recuperate by himself, he may be able to live for another twenty years, but he may not have it for five years.

Turning around the Zhang family manor with a gloomy face, he thought about it and Zhang Bairen came to the courtyard of Zhang's mother: "Mother, Uncle Zhang is gone." ”

There was silence in the courtyard, and Zhang Bairen continued: "Uncle Zhang left Zhuojun and went out of the customs!"

"Bang!"

There was a sound of a broken tea cup in the courtyard, and Zhang Bairen stood quietly outside the door.

The atmosphere is silent, and time is passing little by little.

"It's okay to go!" Zhang's mother's voice slowly came from the courtyard.

After speaking, the courtyard was quiet, Zhang Bairen sighed lightly, turned around and left.

Inside the small courtyard

Mother Zhang sat quietly in the room, staring at the blue sky with a pair of eyes, silent for a long time.

"Do you want to send someone to follow and take care of it secretly?" Zhang Lihua said.

Zhang Bairen shook his head: "No need, Uncle Zhang is the strongest, this is not good! Uncle Zhang is also a decisive person, although he is honest, but he is not stupid! I don't want to make him feel uneasy, and I want to be benevolent." ”

PS: Happy New Year everyone.