Liu Mu, who was a little puzzled by Lao Mo's changes, looked in the direction of Lao Mo's gaze, and found that it was the pattern on the paper in his hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Liu Mu put Lao Mo on the ground, bent down to smooth the paper with both hands, and asked the pattern to Lao Mo's eyes: "Lao Mo, do you know this pattern, tell me what this means." “

"Heavenly punishment, it's heavenly punishment......" Lao Mo kept chattering nervously.

"What is the heavenly punishment?" Liu Mu shook Lao Mo's shoulder and asked, he knew that since Lao Mo could say what heavenly punishment was, he must have known or seen this pattern before, and Liu Mu, who was full of questions, urgently needed Lao Mo to tell him.

"Heavenly punishment is heavenly punishment......

Liu Mu was already dead, Lao Mo was already stunned by the scene just now, and now he couldn't ask anything at all. When the next palm knife knocked Lao Mo unconscious, he went back to the house and took a large altar of Taihu Lake drunk, went out and carried Lao Mo on his shoulder, and moved towards the place where the boat was parked. At this time, I don't forget to drink in the altar, if Tie Qi and Fan Yan see it, I am afraid they will silently give a thumbs up: "This is the style of Brother Mu, young master." “

Liu Mu doesn't know or can't remember clearly, when he started, he fell in love with drinking, which is a nice saying. The unpleasant saying is that he is a drunken man, and it is with this liking that he figured out the strong wine that the general was drunk. Now drinking this Taihu drunk, I always feel that some girls are Xixi, the general is drunk and the throat burning is too far, I heard that there is a kind of liquor on the Mobei grassland, you can get drunk and plough the cattle for three days, and you must taste it when you have time.

When Liu Mu drank half of the wine in a jar, and a fish was also piggybacked, Lao Mo sat up from the cabin with his head shaken his head in a daze, looked around a little strangely, and saw that he was still familiar with the ship, and wondered: "How did Hao Duanduan have a dream of responding to people, it's true." A little unfortunate spat out. Seeing that Liu Mu was still sitting on the bow of the boat drinking wine as he had done two days ago, Lao Mo stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Little brother, do you still need me to buy wine?"

"No, sit down, I have something to ask you. Liu Mu pointed to the other side of the small few and refused.

"Hehe, what's the matter? If you have something, you just have to tell me, and you can rest assured that I will do something. As if he really didn't remember what had happened before, Lao Mo patted his chest and assured.

Liu Mu knows that this is a kind of physical resistance response, such as a person who is exposed to external stimulation or brain collision, forgetting some things or people or things that he does not want to remember or avoid. This kind of thing is too common in Jinyiwei's secret prison, and it's not a strange thing.

"Have you ever heard of Heavenly Punishment before?" Liu Mu asked lightly, he was trying to avoid fierce words, hoping that Lao Mo would not be stimulated again.

Although Lao Mo didn't talk nonsense, he also looked around nervously, and after a while, he said to Liu Mu with a dry smile: "Little brother, this is a rural superstition, it can't be taken seriously, it can't be taken seriously." “

Lao Mo didn't notice it, he said that the last voice was a little harsh, and the sound was very serious. Judging from Liu Mu's experience, Lao Mo was lying! At that moment, he was no longer willing to talk to Lao Mo, and asked in a cold and straightforward voice: "You know what the heavenly punishment I am talking about, tell me what you know." After speaking, he opened the knife box behind his back, held the long knife in his hand, and had a posture of extinguishing his mouth if he was not satisfied.

"Where did the young man learn about the punishment of heaven?" Lao Mo replied a little incorrectly.

"You'd better tell me, or I won't mind letting you feed the fish. Liu Mu didn't want to guess that Lao Mo was a little careful, so he used a knife to pierce the small table that served the wine and food, and said with a gloomy face.

I haven't seen it again for fifteen years, Lao Mo has almost forgotten what heavenly punishment is, and seeing Liu Mu's posture that will not stop, Lao Mo has no choice but to slowly tell the secret that has been suppressed in his heart for more than 20 years. Twenty-five years ago, Lao Mo, who was still in the prime of life, did not beg for food on Taihu Lake, and bullied men and women in the village all day long. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the village chief, who had always raised Lao Mo as his own son, died inexplicably at home, and was completely embedded in the stone wall, and the veins around the village chief's body were as dazzling as blood, scaring the people of the village. I don't know when it began, some people said that it was a heavenly punishment, that the village chief deserved to die, and that someone was punished by heaven. Lao Mo left the village and came to Taihu Lake to beg for food.

From Lao Mona's reminiscing eyes, Liu Mu didn't see the lie, and immediately threw down the wine jar and galloped towards the shore. In Lao Mo's horrified eyes, he stepped on the water and left Taihu Lake and disappeared without a trace, just like when he first got on the boat. Liu Mu knew that there were undoubtedly only two places where news spread the fastest in the world. One is the tavern, and the other is the green building. After looking up at the sky, Liu Mu resolutely walked towards the tavern in the city, sniffing as he walked.

Gusu has been poetic since ancient times, and the fireworks in the world are no exception to Gusu City. All the way, the quietness and softness of the south of the Yangtze River make people seem to be walking on the time of stay, the endless scenery, the endless love words, let you unconsciously drunk in this water town.

"Wu Nong Soft Language" is a restaurant, the difference with Fenglin is that there are people singing, the soft and weak tone can muddy people's bones, there are things that destroy people's will, so business is very good. Liu Mu found a small table where no one was and sat down, wanting to shout a bowl of Yangchun noodles, but after thinking about it, he was dispelled. The southerners have good rice, and the northerners have good noodles, which have existed since ancient times. It is estimated that there is still no bowl of Yangchun noodles in this large Gusu City, and Liu Mu, who is a little regretful, said to Xiao Er, who came to greet him: "Feel free to have a few appetizers, two catties of Taihu Lake are drunk!"

Just as Liu Mu was trying to distinguish the song sung by the disciple song, a figure covered his gaze, looked up suspiciously, and suddenly said unexpectedly: "Dao Chief, why are you here?"

The Taoist dressed in a Taoist robe in front of him, who else could he be if he was not a Taoist in the broken temple who didn't say goodbye, and he bowed with a smile before sitting down: "It's a coincidence, you can meet here, it's really fate." “

After some greetings, after Xiao Er served the wine and food, Liu Mu asked curiously: "I was rescued by the Taoist that day, and I never forgot it for a moment." Don't know the name yet?"

The Taoist in front of him was as polite as he was in the temple that day, waved his hand and said, "That thing is not enough to worry about, not enough to worry about." Old Dao!"

"It turned out to be the head of the Cang Ming Dao, disrespectful, disrespectful. Dare to ask Dao Chief, is the noble Cangsong Dao Chief good?" Liu Mu asked casually as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, doesn't the young man know Senior Brother Cangsong?" asked Cangming Lao Dao with some doubts.

Liu Mu said with some luck: "I heard a friend talk about it, so I asked." Huh!"

Cang Ming's face remained unchanged, and he still said heartily: "That's a coincidence, it seems that my fate with Shaoxia is far more than that!" What Liu Mu didn't notice was that the green tendons of his hands under Cang Ming's table exploded, and he was really lucky, which was a prelude to preparing to do it without saying a word.