Fan Wenjun suddenly felt unbearable pain in his neck, opened his mouth wide but couldn't breathe, his feet could only struggle hard, and the rest of his eyes saw Xiangyu's painful and struggling figure, sadness, despair, and fear hit together, and after a while, his head was dizzy and his eyes were black.

When he woke up, Fan Wenjun found himself locked up in a stinking prison. "Ahh He was kept in a felony prison, a cell where felons were interrogated, and one person was segregated from each other to prevent collusion, so as long as they were not very loud, the other prisoners could not hear them.

"Wen Jun!Wen Jun!" Master's voice came from his ears, Fan Wenjun was suddenly startled, he turned his head, and saw the figure of Master in a haze, and several guys, he cried and said, "Master!"

"Wen Jun, why are you so stupid, you are still very young. When his master saw it, he was also in tears, crying through the iron door.

"Master, where is Xiangyu, how is she?" Fan Wenjun suddenly threw himself at the window and shouted.

His master shook his head, sighed, and said, "She's dead." ”

Fan Wenjun's tears were like a river bursting the embankment, mixed with blood flowing down his face, and he shouted hoarsely: "Xiangyu, I'm sorry for you, we said we would never separate, you wait, I will go with you!" After speaking, he was about to bang his head against the wall.

"Wen Jun!" his master cried out hoarsely, his voice as miserable as killing a pig. At this time, Fan Wenjun looked back at his master in amazement, and something shocked him happened -- his master knelt on the ground with a "bang"! Fan Wenjun was really frightened, quickly knelt down, crawled to the door and asked loudly: "Master, why are you doing this!"

"I've been doing wood carving all my life, just like you, a proud protégé, I wanted to teach you all your life, but you want to seek death so lightly. I know that we can't make a lot of money doing carving, we don't have status, and people look down on us, but this is a craft and our lifeblood. If I fail to pass on this craft, how can I have the face to meet my master and ancestor!" Speaking of this, his master cried, crying very sadly and said, "Wen Jun, you promised me not to seek death, and promised me to inherit this craft. If you don't say yes, I won't get up. If you're going to die, I'm going to die with you!"

"Ah, Master, this ...... I...... Why do you have to do this?" Fan Wenjun lost both parents when he was a child, and it was his master who adopted him and taught him the skills to make a living, and his master's kindness to him was comparable to that of his own parents. Master's words completely woke him up, it turned out that in this world, in addition to love, there are also family affection, and there are more other things, maybe he is too young, these things he has never considered. What to do? There was a fierce struggle in his heart.

At this time, his master leaned his head over and whispered, "Wen Jun, Master took out his life savings, and the boss also gave a lot of help, we finally bought the prison guards, and they promised to let you go secretly." After you come out, hurry up and run for your life in the liberated areas, go as far as you can, and don't come back. ”

Fan Wenjun was completely choked up, crying and said, "No, I'm not leaving, I'm leaving, what should Master do, who will provide for you?"

"Silly boy, as long as you can live, this craft will be passed on, and I will be blind to death now. You go, leave me alone, for the teacher has this craft, and you won't die of hunger. Having said that, his master couldn't help but choke up, as if this farewell was really an eternal farewell.

"Wen Jun is not filial, there is no retribution in this life and this life, the only thing I can do now is to do whatever Master wants me to do!" As he spoke, he kowtowed to Master three times.

"It's endless, you guys. Hurry up, or it'll be too late. A prison guard next to him said impatiently and opened the iron door.

"This is the magic weapon passed down by the teacher, and the teacher can't teach you in person, so you must study it seriously. As soon as Fan Wenjun came out, the master stuffed him with a hand-copied book, the book was called "Wood Carving Heart Method", the book had been yellowed, and the paper had already been flipped over, which should be his master's ability to "press the bottom of the box".

"This time, you can't stay here any longer, hurry up and leave Dali, go as far as possible, Master has already arranged for you to respond, out of the prison gate, just leave quickly, and the other aftermath matters will be handled by Master." His master said earnestly.

"Hmm" Fan Wenjun nodded earnestly, knelt down again and kowtowed heavily.

Out of prison, Fan Wenjun was in tears all the way and was pulled by a rickshaw to the door of an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city. In the darkness of the night, one of the men pulled him out and shouted, "Don't ****** a sissy, are you still a man?" Here, put on a fake beard and change clothes. As he spoke, he gave him a small burden.

Another guy kicked Fan Wenjun fiercely, kicking him far away, and then spat at him, and said angrily: "Mom, a B, if it weren't for Master Ding's face, I really want to kill you with my own hands." Get out of here, you scourge!"

"Alright, let's go, alas!" the other man pulled the guy and left with him in the rickshaw.

It was a long night, and Fan Wenjun stayed up all night. Early in the morning, he put on a fake beard and dressed as Hanako and went out of the city. He couldn't let go of the place where he was born and raised, and he couldn't forget the master who was as kind as a mountain, and the Xiangyu who swore that he was martyred, he was wandering outside the city as if he had lost his soul.

"Here, this is Master Ding's last belongings, he specially ordered it yesterday. A person suddenly bumped into him head-on and stuffed Fan Wenjun with a small package. Fan Wenjun looked up and saw that it was Xiao Cui from the wood carving workshop, and the two of them were relatively good friends.

"Xiao Cui, why are you here? Master?" Fan Wenjun finally smiled, stretched out a hand to grab Xiao Cui's shoulder, but this Xiao Cui pushed his hand away hard. "Originally, this morning was your execution time. When Xiao Cui said this, he suddenly kicked Fan Wenjun to the ground, and said angrily: "Dog, do you know, Master Ding will be shot for you for you, and he will be executed in a while." ”

"What, didn't you buy the prison guards to let me out, why was the master replacing me?" Fan Wenjun was so surprised that his mouth grew up, cold sweat broke out on his head, and he hurriedly got up and wanted to pull Xiao Cui's collar.

"!" Xiao Cui kicked Fan Wenjun, who had just straightened up, to the ground, and said angrily: "Pig-headed ****, do you know who you offended? That **** handsome man wants you to die, who can let him go? At most, find someone to pretend to be you to die! You killed your master! If you want to be seen by your fellow disciples, you will definitely be dismantled, hurry up and get out of me, Lao Tzu doesn't want to see you again!" After speaking, he left without looking back.

Hearing this, Fan Wenjun lay on the ground weakly, only to feel that the sky was spinning, his eyes turned black, and he said hesitantly: "So that's it, so that's it, it's me, it's me who killed Master! No, no, I'm going to replace him, if you want to die, I'll die, and I'll die!" As he spoke, he immediately jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the city gate in embarrassment.

However, it was already too late, and at this time there was a crisp gunshot in the city, which startled a group of birds in the dense forest, Fan Wenjun's heart tightened, and he fell to the ground with a stagger, and he shouted hoarsely: "Master!" But he couldn't shout, he looked up to the sky and howled, but he couldn't shed tears. The most beloved Xiangyu died for him, and the closest master also died for him, and he was so grieved that he couldn't die, which was really the most cruel torture in the world.

After a long time, he got up and knelt at the place where the gunshots rang out, and knocked his head four times until he was bleeding profusely, and after glancing at the familiar city, he walked off without looking back. From then on, there was only endless sadness here, and there was no place for any attachment, and he no longer dared, could not bear it, and did not want to come back.