Sending off the master in this way, my heart is always heavy, as if I have been burdened.
"Where is the woman named Qingluo now?" The fake master re-boarded the keel ancestor boat and asked me about Qingluo's whereabouts.
Now, I know that the fake master will not embarrass me anymore. He is also the one who played the golden bell, and the master is a compatriot, so there is no need to hide anything from him.
I told him about the last time I saw Qingluo. The fake master thought for a while and said, "This woman, it's better for you to rarely see her in the future."
"What's wrong?"
"Do you know her origin? No one can tell her origin." The fake master said: "In the earliest days, she was found by one eye."
What the fake master said was a long time ago. At that time, he and the master were both young, twenty-three or four-year-old.
Once, when they came back from a trip, they found that One-Eyed was not there. After waiting for about two or three days, One-Eyed returned. When he came back, One-Eyed carried Qing Luo who had lost consciousness.
One-eyed didn't say who Qingluo was or where it came from, but he usually kept Qingluo under strict control as a prisoner. Qingluo is a docile temper, she is submissive, and she doesn't know how to resist. At that time, the master felt that Qingluo was pitiful, and often secretly gave her something to eat.
At that time, Cheongna was also very young, only about twenty years old. By the time she was placed under house arrest for about half a year, she was already familiar with her master, and if she was free, the master would chat with Qingluo.
One-eyed did not tell the master what they caught Qingluo. After half a year, once when he came back from a one-eyed trip, he seemed very annoyed and took Qingluo away. The master was uneasy, and quietly followed. As soon as the master left, the fake master naturally had to follow.
They were a little afraid of One-Eyed, so they didn't dare to get too close, but they were lost. When One-Eyed was found again, One-Eyed was on a river beach.
The scene at that time surprised the master and the fake master very much.
Qing Luo stood in a shallow water, while One-Eyed was kneeling on the shore. The two said nothing, but the one-Eyed appearance was obviously a little scared, and her body was shaking slightly.
The fake master was at a loss and didn't know what was going on.
As a result, Qingluo disappeared on the surface of the river, and one-eyed and trembling person returned. After he came back, the master pretended to be ignorant and asked where Qingluo had gone. One-eyed did not answer, his face was a bit ugly.
"Uncle Master, what is the origin of Qingluo now, don't you still know?"
"I don't know." The fake master shook his head and said, "I didn't have much contact with her at that time, and your master had more contact with her."
I sighed secretly. I now know that Qingluo must not be an ordinary person. At that time, the master gave her to me, but now that the master is traveling westward, no one can clearly explain the origin of Qingluo.
The fake master repeatedly warned, perhaps, he felt that the one-eyed was trembling in front of Qingluo back then, and Qingluo and I have stayed for a long time, and it is impossible to guarantee that we will not suffer. He told me not to have anything to do with Qingluo in the future. It is best not to interact with each other.
The keel ancestor boat went retrograde all the way, and when it came to the river near Shihewan, the fake master stopped the boat.
"Go, since it's safe here, you just wait here."
"Uncle Master, you can go alone, okay?" I still don’t feel relieved.
In the serious injury, he used to be a big hit in the river beach, but now he has to deal with an ordinary role on the rivers and lakes.
"If it works, you have to go. You don't have to worry about this. Remember what I said to you, and wait for three months in this place."
"I know, for three months, I must wait here."
"Go ahead."
Although I was not at ease, I knew the false master's temper, he most hated people to linger, so I got off the boat and stood on the edge of the river beach.
The keel ancestor ship set off again, getting faster and faster. When the ship was about ten feet away, the fake master suddenly turned around and shouted on the ship: "You wait here for three months! If it were me Did not come to you! You don't have to wait anymore!"
"Uncle Master! What does this mean!"
"Remember what I said! If I don't come back! You don't have to wait! No matter what happens in the future, you don't care about anything, and live your life safely and incognito!"
I want to catch up, but no matter how fast I can run on two legs, it can't be faster than the keel ancestor boat. I staggered and chased out for a mile, and the boat went farther and farther. The fake master stood on the boat and never looked back.
I stopped and looked at the blurred keel ancestor ship, recalling the words of the fake master in my heart. He told me the last time that I should ignore the outside affairs and live a dull life by myself, find a small village, plant a few acres of land, and fish.
At that time, I only thought that the fake master was making fun of my poor kung fu. But when he said these words again, I seemed to understand it.
The fake master didn't taunt me. What he said was probably the truth. He and his master are just an example. The original brothers who were siblings turned into feuds after rushing through the world. After fighting for half their lives, they ended up with one death and one injury.
If I keep going, what will the final outcome be
I think the fake master was afraid that I would end up like them and not end well, so he persuaded me to withdraw from the arena.
When the keel ancestor ship completely left without a trace, the sky began to light up, and I returned to Shihewan. Lao Zhuang was waiting impatiently, and he was relieved to see me coming back.
"Brother, if you don't come back, I can only send someone to find you. There was a mistake. How can I explain to Lao Jiu when I come back?"
"Lao Zhuang, I'm fine." I reluctantly smiled, "I'm worried about you."
"Is it okay?" Lao Zhuang saw that my face was not so good, and asked tentatively: "If something is wrong, you might as well tell me that our brothers in Shihewan are all rectal, and those who can help you will definitely help you."
"It's okay." I wouldn't tell him about my own affairs.
When I returned to my residence, I was still in a heavy mood when I was lying alone.
I'm wondering, thinking, what exactly does the master live for in this life? In his life, in addition to his early years of art studies, for the next ten or twenty years, he drifted in this big river and rushed through the rivers and lakes. Until his death, he did not have a family, no wives, children, and children.
I seem to be able to feel the state of mind of the master before his death. He does not seem to be afraid or sad because of death. On the contrary, he may still feel a hint of inexplicable relaxation. When people die, everything is empty. As long as they die, they don’t have to bear the things they originally had to bear.
I
I have been depressed for a few days, and I have not been in a good mood. I always drink with the people in Shihewan, and go back to sleep when I drink too much. After a few days of being groggy like this, Mu Jiu rushed back from the outside. It is estimated that Lao Zhuang had said something to him. When Mu Jiu met, he asked me what happened.
I didn't answer him directly, the death of the master had hit me so hard that I couldn't express it. I just asked him for help and continued to check whether there were any characters with only nine fingers left in the arena.
I haven't experienced many things yet, but I know that I can't just leave as the fake master said, or withdraw if I quit. Therefore, I still have to help Little Poor find a home and find his father as soon as possible.
Mu Jiu was very dedicated to doing things. During this time, most of the people in Shihewan stayed on the mountain. Mu Jiu sent a dozen people down the mountain to walk around and help me inquire about things.
The days in Shihewan were calm and relaxed, but I was not at ease. A few days later, the two brothers sent by Lao Zhuang to Tongchuan returned. They followed my instructions and found the old man in the Liyuan Theatre. The old man stayed in Tongchuan to heal his injuries these days. He brought a sentence saying that he had been guarding near the Liyuan stage, but Qingluo never showed up.
There was no news from Qingluo, nor from the fake master. The more I lived, the more disturbed I became. But I don't know where Qingluo is, and I don't know where the fake master is. There is no other way but to wait impatiently.
Day after day, unconsciously, I have lived in Shihewan for two months. At this time, the weather is getting colder, and it's time to prepare for the cat winter season of the year.
It may be because of my unreliable heart. I become anxious and irritable. Sometimes I lose my temper for no reason. Fortunately, the people in Shihewan are all grassy and have no problems with small belly chicken intestines, so I don't care about me.
In a blink of an eye, November came again, and I kept counting the days. This was the time limit agreed upon by the fake master and me. I waited bitterly every day, hoping that the fake master would return, but after three months, the fake master still disappeared.
I have an ominous hunch that the false master will definitely not break his promise at this time, let alone miss the appointment. If he can come, he will definitely come. If he doesn't come, it can only prove that something must have happened to the fake master.
When more than ten days have passed after three months, I can be sure that something has happened to the fake master. However, I don't know where he went, so I can't find him.
It wasn't until this time that I faintly felt that the fake master insisted on not letting me follow it, which shows that he actually knew that he was going to be wicked. Otherwise, he will not specifically ask me when he is leaving, if he can't come back, he will let me withdraw from the arena.
This night, I had a dream while I was sleeping. I dreamt of a large water curtain, which looked like a big waterfall. There is something beautiful in the waterfall.
In the dream, it took me a lot of effort to finally see that there was a person in the water curtain. Although it will not die, it can be washed by cold water for a long time, and it is also difficult to bear.
That person is the fake master. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. I couldn't tell immediately whether he was dead or not.
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