I never expected that this old stone, who has lived in seclusion for many years, is unknown, but knows these old things.
"Lao Shi, you tell me, believe it or not, it's a story anyway."
Old Shi smiled, but there was a little sadness and reminiscence in that smile.
The beggar who looked mediocre back then, after arriving at the big river beach, it didn't take long for him to meet Huangquan Corpse Collector. He followed the Huangquan Corpse Collector, and no one knew where they went.
The beggar followed the Huangquan Corpse Collector to leave, and after a month or so, he reappeared. This time he appeared like a reborn, although he was still sloppy, but he was superb.
It was with this superb ability that he smoothed the world, and inflicted heavy damage on the Anonymous, and imprisoned the Anonymous in that ancient ship.
In this process, Lao Shi also had a guardian way and had contact with beggars. However, the beggar is taciturn, and will never say a word when he can not speak. He is not aloof, he is just like that by nature.
The beggar has pointed to the guardian and the old stone. The only people living in the world who have dealt with that beggar are the anonymous people, the Huangquan corpse collectors, the guardians and the old stones.
"and after?"
"Later, he disappeared."
The beggar disappeared with the Wuming who was seriously injured at the time. Tsing Yi Lou also sent many people out to look for it, because they all knew the power of beggars, and the beggars themselves were recognized by the ancestor of Tsing Yi Lou, so they wanted to invite them. The beggar came back to preside over the overall situation.
So many people were sent out, only one of them had seen the beggar. The beggar was sending the Anonymous to an ancient boat that emerged from the bottom of the water. When the Anonymous was sent in, the beggar returned to the river bank and walked away in a flash. , These people failed to catch up with him, so they had to return in a hurry to bring the news back.
From that time on, the beggar has disappeared from the world, and there has been no news about him for so many years.
I was muttering alone in my heart. It's not that I didn't believe what Lao Shi said, but there was a bit of contradiction in this matter.
Although no one knows where the beggar followed the Huangquan corpse hunter, but one thing is certain. The beggar itself is very ordinary, that is, after following the Huangquan Corpse Collector, he will become an extinct master when he comes back. His ability must have been instructed by Huangquan Corpse Collector.
What Huangquan corpse hunter represents is the human road, and the human road and the Qiankun Dao have been cooperating for a long time. Huangquan corpse hunter teaches beggars those skills, and then let the beggar deal with the world
This doesn't make sense.
I have been thinking about it, but I still can't think of a reasonable explanation. Unless you are going back to the past along the long river of time and witnessing it with your own eyes.
But after all, it was impossible. The beggar disappeared. If the Huangquan Corpse Collector didn't talk about it, it would become an eternal mystery.
"No one knows where the beggar went last, and Wei Dao and I don't know." Lao Shi said, "However, later on, we were all older and had more experience, but I guessed a little bit of clues."
"What? You guessed where the beggar went?"
"Where did he go? Who can tell this clearly, but I think he should be looking for a place to go for prostitution."
The ability of beggars was suddenly developed in a month or so. This is definitely not the skill of hard work. Lao Shi always thinks that, like a beggar, he must be punished by God.
In order to evade the punishment from the heavens, I had to disperse all my kung fu forcibly, otherwise, when the Nine Thunders Tribulation comes, I am afraid it will be too late to regret.
The beggar dissipated his work and became an ineffective beggar again. Perhaps, because of this reason, the beggar disappeared forever. He didn't want to go back to Tsing Yi Tower, nor did he want to see people he knew before.
Lao Shi and I were talking and drinking. Before we knew it, we drank three or four bottles of wine. Lao Shi was slightly more interested in drinking, and talked more.
"Lao Shi, if you know the Huangquan corpse hunter, you must know Huangquan Road." I took this opportunity to ask all the questions in my heart: "Then you know that at the end of Huangquan Road, there is a gate?"
"I know." Lao Shi nodded immediately and said, "I knew it a long time ago."
During the years when Lao Shi followed Huangquan's corpse collectors to study art, he lived alone in a deserted village. Huangquan’s corpse hunter came here for a long time. I don’t know why. Huangquan’s corpse hunter seems to have a strange trust in Lao Shi. He feels that although Lao Shi’s qualifications are not particularly good, he is relatively loyal, so sometimes he comes. Look at Lao Shi, and chat with Lao Shi.
In this world, there are actually no people who are really taciturn, because people are humans. They have their own emotions and emotions, and have their own joys, angers, sorrows and joys. Some people feel bitter and tired, and they will talk and cry. Then he will bury everything in his heart and bear it alone.
But one day, he may be overwhelmed.
Lao Shi remembers clearly that in the fifth year of his art study, when the Chinese New Year was about to come, the Huangquan corpse scavenger came and brought a large cart of messy things for Lao Shi to use for the New Year. On that day, the Huangquan corpse hunter rarely drank with Lao Shi.
Huangquan's corpse hunter has a very large amount of alcohol, a bowl of a catty of wine, and he drank several bowls in a row. Lao Shi didn't have such a large amount of alcohol, and drinking with him for a while, he was too strong to drink.
At that time, the Huangquan corpse hunter might have drunk a little too much. Taking advantage of Lao Shi's drunk too much, the Huangquan corpse hunter said something.
Those words seemed to be talking to Lao Shi, and they seemed to be talking to themselves, but in my opinion, they might be the involuntary confession of Huangquan Corpse Collector.
For so many years, the Huangquan Corpse Collector has always wanted to open that door. He didn't say what was behind the door, but he said that when the door is opened, he can truly be free.
Lao Shi was confused and listened to these words. It's just that he couldn't understand and didn't know what Huangquan's corpse hunter was thinking in his heart.
At this moment, I suddenly felt that the words of the Huangquan corpse hunter were just like the master and the fake master, which seemed to mean the same thing.
A person has been doing the same thing over and over again for many years. If this thing is something that he likes to do and is willing to do, that's fine. But if you don't like to do this, you still can't give up. Over time, it will make people tired and bored.
I think the corpse hunter in Huangquan seems to be very tired, but he still doesn’t want to let go.
Ji, since he said these things to Lao Shi, and decades have passed, he is still persevering in trying to open the door.
What is behind that gate? What is it that makes him so obsessed
This is another problem that I don't understand. I just think it hurts my brain.
Lao Shi told me a lot, and in the end, all the wine at home was drunk, and the night was late. Lao Shi stood up and said, "You don't have to think about anything now. After so many years, I know a truth. There are some things that are useless if you think about it. Now, practice your skills. When I can be on my own, those things may not be things."
"Yeah." I nodded, and Lao Shi made sense. In any case, he must be strong first.
Lao Shi went to bed, and I sat there for a while. Although I was a little drunk, after lying down, the figures of those people were all over and over in my mind.
Huangquan corpse hunters, anonymous people, beggars, masters, fake masters... These people dangled in my mind, making me dizzy and feeling like the world was spinning.
I forced myself to calm down, but it seemed that I couldn't control my mind. Finally, the figure in my mind disappeared, but Fang Tian, Qingluo, and my father's figure appeared again involuntarily.
I wanted Fang Tian and Qingluo to be safe, and at the same time, I remembered it for a while, but I haven't seen Dad for a long time. Although he was only an adoptive father and brought me up, there is an old saying among the folks that it is better to nurture a kind.
After thinking for a long time, I realized that I was thinking in vain. Just like Lao Shi said, if my ability is really great, there may be many things that are not things.
I thought about it for a long time before I fell asleep. The next day, Lao Shi woke up early as usual. He came together and woke me up. When Lao Shi told me to practice the exercises, he would not show any affection and would never allow me to have any languidness or laziness. The back of my head hurts, but I have to force myself to get up.
In this way, I stayed here for another two months. After and after, I have been here for almost five months. I came here in the spring, and now it's early autumn.
In these five months, I can't remember how much hardship I suffered and how much sweat I shed. However, these sufferings were not in vain, and I could feel it myself that the pre-existing weather on my body had gradually grown.
The old stone no longer hits me. Whether it is a wooden stick or an iron stick, the weather in the body will flow rapidly with his own mind. It cannot be said that there is no feeling when the wooden stick hits him. But it certainly can't hurt me.
Lao Shi gave up and didn't hit me again. I was a thick-skinned body, and I was almost trained.
The small village must be self-sufficient in everything. After the autumn, Lao Shi followed people into the back mountain, picked some wild vegetables and wild vegetables, stored them, and kept them for winter.
He had been away for two days, and I stayed at home by myself. At noon that day, I practiced a few punches and kicks as usual, and started to run my own weather. For almost half a year, this first weather has been sent and received like one's heart. However, as soon as it started operating today, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The first weather in my body seemed to skyrocket in an instant, like a stormy sea, surging in my body, directly blocking my chest, making me breathless and almost fainted.
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