The fake master's tone was hurried, and he obviously wanted to take this opportunity to take me away. I didn't hesitate to follow the fake master. The battle between Huangquan Corpse Collector and Anonymous was extremely fierce, and no one was distracted to care about me.
The two of us ran out for several miles in one breath, but the fake master was still worried, and turned to the side, and ran to a dozen miles away from the river beach before stopping in front of a big ditch.
We went down the big ditch together and found a dirt hole at the bottom of the ditch close to the edge. The two of them got into it, and they were relieved.
"Master, did you call the Huangquan corpse hunter?" When I was settled, I asked the fake master. When he was separated from the Wumingshi, it was negotiated. At that time, I didn't know what the fake master did. went. Thinking back now, he just went to Huangquan's corpse hunter.
"Call him and let them fight." The fake master breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I won't lose out when they fight to the end."
I can feel that even after leaving Huangquan Road these days, the fake master has changed a lot. He seems to be a lot older, and his temples have hidden white hair. She was also very thin, with scars all over her body.
Adding up the new injuries and the old injuries, there are already uncountable numbers.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I suddenly felt sad that it is not easy for a fake master to live, no matter whether he is a fierce or good person, it is not easy to live anyway.
In fact, at this point, my previous guess is probably correct. The fake master used the hands of an anonymous person to deal with the Huangquan corpse hunter. Maybe other than this method, he could think of no other way.
"Uncle Master, did you get that nameless man out?" I asked, "You got him out to deal with Huangquan's corpse hunter?"
"I made it." The fake master took a breath again. This time I heard that he may have suffered internal injuries, not very serious. Most of it hurt his lungs, and there was some difficulty in speaking and breathing.
"Oh, Uncle Master." I shook my head slightly and said, "I know, you resent the Huangquan corpse collector, resent him for shutting you down on Huangquan Road, and torturing you so much every day, but... But that nameless man, I watched It’s not a good stubbornness either. If you do this, don’t you drive the wolf to the tiger?"
"Do you think so?" The fake master was shocked. Maybe he didn't expect me to have such a guess. He suddenly laughed, a little lost and sad: "Unexpectedly, you feel that I am not as mindful of the world as your master. Do you think I brought out Wumingshi to get him to avenge my personal revenge?"
What the fake master said was really beyond my expectation.
"Uncle Master, what do you mean?"
"You don't know many things, but you should be able to understand many things."
The fake master said that for many years, Renjianlu has been seeking the gate at the end of Huangquan Road. To open the gate requires many people to work hard at the same time, day and night. Therefore, as long as the human road appears on the rivers and lakes, many people will inevitably suffer.
Those people weren't people in the world. They were basically the poor people on both sides of the river. They were really poor and couldn't help but want to earn a few money to support their families.
"Uncle Master, you mean... let the Wuming Clan deal with Huangquan's corpse collectors, just to break the road? Save those who are driven by them?"
"It's not just that simple." The fake master shook his head and said, "You have been to Huangquan Road, and you have also seen that gate. That gate, this time, may really be opened."
What is behind that gate? Why did Human Road open that gate in every possible way? The fake master couldn't tell. However, he could feel that after the gate was opened, it was definitely not a good thing.
The human road has never cared about the life and death of people. In order to achieve their own goals, no matter how many people die, they will not hesitate.
The fake master had a strong hunch, and he felt that once the door was opened, it would cause a disaster. The fake master doesn't know the specific disaster. Anyway, the premonition is not good.
It is for this reason that the fake master will make an unknown person and instigate him to deal with the corpse hunter in Huangquan.
"Uncle Master, what is the origin of that nameless person?"
"A lot of things, I can't tell." The fake master looked at me and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he took out a book from his arms.
I don’t know what kind of paper the book was written on. Every page of the book is much thicker than ordinary paper. The paper is thick and strong. It can be seen that this book has been circulating for many years. Except for some damage to the corners, the rest of the book is still intact.
"This book was handed to me by your master before his death." When the fake master mentioned the master, his tone was sighing: "We both fought and blushed for this book back then."
The fake master handed the book to me. I looked at it and found that the book was completely written down by hand, with the three words Jin Zhong Pu on the cover.
This book is actually handed down from generation to generation by our ancestors who played Jinzhong. The book was originally in the hands of One-Eyed. When the two master brothers and One-Eyed turned their faces to each other, they snatched the book from One-Eyed.
The book is in the hands of the master, and the fake master has seized it several times, but has not taken it away. Before the last time the master was about to die, he gave the book to the fake master.
"Uncle Master, this book was written by our ancestors who played Golden Bell? What's the record?"
"The records are all secrets about our playing Jinzhong." The fake master said: "This book was not written by someone who played Jinzhong."
The author of this book is now unknown. I picked up the book, opened a page, browsed it down, and recorded events hundreds of years ago.
Master has never told me about these things before.
"This book, I haven't finished reading this book, not just me, but also my ancestors before playing Jinzhong." The fake master took the book and turned it back.
This book looks like it has fifty or sixty pages, but only half of the pages are written with words, and the pages behind are all blank.
"This book, only when it reaches the hands of those who deserve it, will the handwriting on the back slowly show up. If the people who shouldn't get it get it, the book will always be blank."
What the fake master said, I completely understand. When this book fell into the hands of Jinzhong, it was all blank. It was the ancestors who played Jinzhong in the past. They were constantly looking for ways to reveal half of the content of the book.
Leftover
The lower half, until now, is still hidden.
"Uncle Master, who should get it?"
"I can't tell you clearly, maybe it's someone who is predestined." The fake master said: "After I got this book, I haven't revealed a word."
"So what can I do to show the writing on it?" I suddenly got a big head. The second half of this book is simply a wordless book. It must be very difficult to show the writing.
"That said, only those who are predestined can see the words above. I have no predestined relationship with this book. I play Jinzhong. Now there are only two of us. I have no predestined relationship. Then I can only give it to you." Said: "The things I know are all seen in this book. This book must be properly kept and remembered."
I nodded. I didn't read the book for the time being, so I put it away carefully. However, after I put away the book, a very ominous premonition suddenly appeared in my heart.
Generally speaking, if the elders of the teacher's school pass on important things to the younger ones, it must be at a critical moment of survival, or if you are already mortal, then you will pass on the delivery of the orthodoxy. The fake master is not too old now, but suddenly passed this golden clock to me. What does he mean
"Uncle Master, what are you going to do?" This thought came to my mind. At that time, I grabbed the fake master's arm and asked urgently: "What are you going to do?"
"I don't do anything, I'm just tired." The fake master smiled and said: "Put my heart in my stomach, I am not the kind of person who can't think about it. When I was young, I didn't believe in evil, I always felt that people As long as I work hard and endure hardships, there is nothing I can’t do. In those years, I have suffered and exhausted in order to practice the kung fu to get ahead. However, the older I get, the more I know. The more I will feel that there are things that will have results if you are not willing to work hard and endure hardships."
The words of the fake master seemed to tell me about my own past, and it seemed to teach me some experience. I do not deny that if people work hard, things will have hope. But even with hard work, it is not always possible to succeed.
"I'm tired, really tired." The fake master said: "Your master said a few words to me before he died, and he also said that he was tired and overwhelmed. I ran around for half my life, and left For the next half of your life, just go there for a few days as you want to live."
I can understand the feelings of the fake master, let alone him, even me, sometimes feel exhausted, want to be cruel, throw everything away, run to a place no one knows, and live a stable life.
But I know that this is just wishful thinking, and many things are not left behind when I want to. The same is true for the fake master, but he can still count on me after all and give me the golden clock spectrum. In fact, it is tantamount to passing on the teachings of playing golden bells to me.
The fake master and I stayed here for a long time. When it was about two hours before dawn, the fake master said, "Let’s go and see and see if the two of them are the winners."
I also think it's necessary to check it out. Whether Huangquan Corpse Collector wins or the Anonymous wins, at least I have a good idea.
I left the hiding place with the fake master, and then cautiously rushed towards the river beach. When we were approaching the river beach, we hid near the river beach and watched.
But looking at it this time, I saw the sky above the river beach, except for the two broken boats, no one was seen.
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