Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven Jingang Tomb
"Dinner is ready, Mr. Feng." Feng Niang's voice came from the yard.
It turned out that Feng Niang got up early and rushed to the nearby market to buy breakfast and some non-staple food such as meat and vegetables.
"Sir, I also specially made an old hen stew soup for you to eat." Feng Niang said happily.
Looking at her busy and dusty face, with flushed cheeks and happy and delicate face, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, alas, it's not a blessing to have such a gentle and considerate white-faced confidant.
After everyone finished breakfast, the old man still didn't come back, and Feng Niang started busy with lunch again. After I said hello, I went back to the house with Ah Huang to practice kung fu secretly, and Ah Mei lay down at the door of the main room to watch out.
I am indeed a prodigy in martial arts, before noon, I have already mastered the mental method and tricks of "chicken flying dog jumping", Ah Huang is full of praise.
I was going to test my current skills, so I walked out of the door and walked around to the back of the room.
"Sir, where are you going? I'll go with you." Feng Niang said worriedly.
"I'm going to relieve myself." I want to test alone, even if I fail, I don't feel ashamed.
While I was going to the toilet, I was urging my inner strength, and a few pieces of toilet paper fell out of my palm and floated in the air...
Hehe, I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will succeed in one fell swoop after a small test!
What happened next was even more exhilarating. I actually lifted up the steaming pile of shit that I just released and dangled in the air...
The next time I meet a little boy, I will definitely put a pile of shit on his head, it's great, I imagine how embarrassed the little boy is, and I can't help but laugh out loud.
"Sir, let's have lunch." Feng Niang's voice.
"Pa-da." It was too late, the shit fell to the ground hard, and the juice splashed all over me.
At lunch, I was drinking chicken soup while smiling. It turned out that practicing Qigong is so interesting.
"Sir, what are you laughing at?" Feng Niang asked with concern.
I smiled and didn't answer.
In the afternoon, Feng Niang and I began to comprehend Li Chunfeng's suicide note. I saw that Feng Niang was frowning tightly, thinking for a long time, and asked, "Why don't you speak?" Feng Niang said: "I'm thinking that if the old man is what he said, he is my ancestor Li Chunfeng, so what's the point of us studying the suicide note? Why don't we find him and ask him what happened." I nodded, that is indeed the case, thinking that Feng Niang's predecessors have studied for thousands of years but still can't get the point, how can we understand it thoroughly in a few days?I recalled that Ah Huang once said that he knew the meaning of the poem, but I hope he is not bragging, I have to ask him in private. In late autumn, the afternoon sun was warm and soft, so we simply took a walk along the river, with Ah Huang and Ah Mei following behind.The stream is gurgling, and a few birds are flying down by the water to look for food. The continuous bushes have been dyed golden and orange. Occasionally, there are flocks of geese heading south in a herringbone formation in the sky. Touching the scene, Feng Niang couldn't help but said sadly: "The sun and the moon are flying fast, and the vicissitudes of the sea and the fields. I think that the clouds and yellow flowers in the past turned gray in a blink of an eye. How many outstanding people in the Li family have exhausted their beauty for those few lines. He still died depressed. Who would have thought that the person who wrote the book might not be dead yet?" "Still hiding in the inn and eating the head of a dead mouse." I added.
"Corpse mouse head..." I repeated in a low voice, yes, I have never practiced internal energy before, and I was able to stimulate the internal energy to float toilet paper and poop, and the poop might weigh a full two catties!Could it be related to eating the dead mouse head?It seems that what the old man said is true, the rat head is really a holy product for practicing kung fu, it's a pity, otherwise I would eat more. Turning around Xishui Bay, the front suddenly opened up, and a distant place was seen in the distance, densely populated.Nearby, the village Guo Jiuqi turned out to be a market place, bustling with people coming and going, very lively. A few local dogs stood at the entrance of the market, staring arrogantly at Ah Huang and A Mei who were approaching from far away. When they came to the front, they found A Mei's huge body and majestic mane like a lion. shocked. There were two local male dogs shaking their waists to flatter Ah Mei, but Ah Huang kicked them over. "Tibetan!" People gathered around, but they were afraid of Amei's fierce appearance and did not dare to approach. A dilapidated sign hanging on an old pine tree not far away caught my attention, and it said: Go to Jingang Tomb. I looked back at Feng Niang, Feng Niang nodded and said: "Going eight or nine miles from here is the Jingang Tomb. I have visited many times, and I don't know much about it. If you want to go, we can do it." It was too early, so we might as well just go and have a look, so we headed straight to Jingang Tomb. After about an hour, we came to the place that is said to be the tomb of Jingang——Yuan Tiangang's tomb. The result was disappointing. The original tomb here has long since disappeared, and what I saw in front of me was desolation and basil everywhere. "It is said that there used to be a tomb that was destroyed during the Cultural Revolution, but it's a pity that a generation of masters of Yi Xue has been obliterated in history in obscurity." Feng Niang said quietly. "That's right, it's here.' On the Jingang Tomb in the White Deer Plain, an old man from fifteen miles away came. I didn't see the face of Lord Huhualang, and the owner of Yeye opened the gate.'" Ah Huang said in a voice. "What is the meaning in the poem?" I sighed, and the actual implication was to ask Ah Huang. Ah Huang's voice came into secret: "This poem is actually very simple. It means that there is an old man living fifteen miles away from the Jingang Tomb, and that is the Old Corpse Inn." "Who is the protector of flowers?" I seemed to be talking to myself. "Of course it's you." Ah Huang affirmed. "Who is the owner, and for whom is the chaimen opened?" I still seemed to be talking to myself. "Naturally a descendant of the Li family, Feng Niang, who is as beautiful as a flower, what else can she do when she opens the door at night, you are a deadhead." I laughed aloud, Ah Huang is simply making up things. "Sir, what are you laughing at?" Feng Niang asked in surprise. I blushed, and stammered: "It's nothing, I was thinking that you once said that when Yuan Tiangang pulled out the hairpin and inserted it into Li Chunfeng's copper coin, is the ancient hairpin in your hand the same one? On the tomb site of the person concerned, I feel that there is no coincidence in the world." "Sir, you seem to have matured a lot." Feng Niang smiled and looked at me affectionately. "Fengniang praised it absurdly, Xiaosheng is ashamed." I remembered the lines in the play. Feng Niang smiled "giggle", like a naive little girl. "Nicky." Ah Huang said angrily. There were gusts of cool wind blowing from the White Deer Plain, and the sound of the wind was wrapped in a soft whistling sound, like a dragon chant like weeping, and I couldn't help shivering. "Sir, are you a little cold? Let's go back." Feng Niang asked with concern, while taking my arm. "Slow down, I seem to hear something." I said. I pricked up my ears and listened attentively... In the whistling gusts of wind, I heard that voice, it was an old, sad and weak voice: "Help me!" "Who is it?" I asked aloud and looked around. The barren grass is luxuriant on the plain. If you look far, how can there be traces of people? "Sir, there is no one here." Feng Niang said. I also wonder if my ears are bad. "Master! It's the master!" Ah Huang said eagerly, and then became restless. "Which master?" I asked Ah Huang. "Yuan Tiangang."
In the afternoon, Feng Niang and I began to comprehend Li Chunfeng's suicide note. I saw that Feng Niang was frowning tightly, thinking for a long time, and asked, "Why don't you speak?" Feng Niang said: "I'm thinking that if the old man is what he said, he is my ancestor Li Chunfeng, so what's the point of us studying the suicide note? Why don't we find him and ask him what happened." I nodded, that is indeed the case, thinking that Feng Niang's predecessors have studied for thousands of years but still can't get the point, how can we understand it thoroughly in a few days?I recalled that Ah Huang once said that he knew the meaning of the poem, but I hope he is not bragging, I have to ask him in private. In late autumn, the afternoon sun was warm and soft, so we simply took a walk along the river, with Ah Huang and Ah Mei following behind.The stream is gurgling, and a few birds are flying down by the water to look for food. The continuous bushes have been dyed golden and orange. Occasionally, there are flocks of geese heading south in a herringbone formation in the sky. Touching the scene, Feng Niang couldn't help but said sadly: "The sun and the moon are flying fast, and the vicissitudes of the sea and the fields. I think that the clouds and yellow flowers in the past turned gray in a blink of an eye. How many outstanding people in the Li family have exhausted their beauty for those few lines. He still died depressed. Who would have thought that the person who wrote the book might not be dead yet?" "Still hiding in the inn and eating the head of a dead mouse." I added.
"Corpse mouse head..." I repeated in a low voice, yes, I have never practiced internal energy before, and I was able to stimulate the internal energy to float toilet paper and poop, and the poop might weigh a full two catties!Could it be related to eating the dead mouse head?It seems that what the old man said is true, the rat head is really a holy product for practicing kung fu, it's a pity, otherwise I would eat more. Turning around Xishui Bay, the front suddenly opened up, and a distant place was seen in the distance, densely populated.Nearby, the village Guo Jiuqi turned out to be a market place, bustling with people coming and going, very lively. A few local dogs stood at the entrance of the market, staring arrogantly at Ah Huang and A Mei who were approaching from far away. When they came to the front, they found A Mei's huge body and majestic mane like a lion. shocked. There were two local male dogs shaking their waists to flatter Ah Mei, but Ah Huang kicked them over. "Tibetan!" People gathered around, but they were afraid of Amei's fierce appearance and did not dare to approach. A dilapidated sign hanging on an old pine tree not far away caught my attention, and it said: Go to Jingang Tomb. I looked back at Feng Niang, Feng Niang nodded and said: "Going eight or nine miles from here is the Jingang Tomb. I have visited many times, and I don't know much about it. If you want to go, we can do it." It was too early, so we might as well just go and have a look, so we headed straight to Jingang Tomb. After about an hour, we came to the place that is said to be the tomb of Jingang——Yuan Tiangang's tomb. The result was disappointing. The original tomb here has long since disappeared, and what I saw in front of me was desolation and basil everywhere. "It is said that there used to be a tomb that was destroyed during the Cultural Revolution, but it's a pity that a generation of masters of Yi Xue has been obliterated in history in obscurity." Feng Niang said quietly. "That's right, it's here.' On the Jingang Tomb in the White Deer Plain, an old man from fifteen miles away came. I didn't see the face of Lord Huhualang, and the owner of Yeye opened the gate.'" Ah Huang said in a voice. "What is the meaning in the poem?" I sighed, and the actual implication was to ask Ah Huang. Ah Huang's voice came into secret: "This poem is actually very simple. It means that there is an old man living fifteen miles away from the Jingang Tomb, and that is the Old Corpse Inn." "Who is the protector of flowers?" I seemed to be talking to myself. "Of course it's you." Ah Huang affirmed. "Who is the owner, and for whom is the chaimen opened?" I still seemed to be talking to myself. "Naturally a descendant of the Li family, Feng Niang, who is as beautiful as a flower, what else can she do when she opens the door at night, you are a deadhead." I laughed aloud, Ah Huang is simply making up things. "Sir, what are you laughing at?" Feng Niang asked in surprise. I blushed, and stammered: "It's nothing, I was thinking that you once said that when Yuan Tiangang pulled out the hairpin and inserted it into Li Chunfeng's copper coin, is the ancient hairpin in your hand the same one? On the tomb site of the person concerned, I feel that there is no coincidence in the world." "Sir, you seem to have matured a lot." Feng Niang smiled and looked at me affectionately. "Fengniang praised it absurdly, Xiaosheng is ashamed." I remembered the lines in the play. Feng Niang smiled "giggle", like a naive little girl. "Nicky." Ah Huang said angrily. There were gusts of cool wind blowing from the White Deer Plain, and the sound of the wind was wrapped in a soft whistling sound, like a dragon chant like weeping, and I couldn't help shivering. "Sir, are you a little cold? Let's go back." Feng Niang asked with concern, while taking my arm. "Slow down, I seem to hear something." I said. I pricked up my ears and listened attentively... In the whistling gusts of wind, I heard that voice, it was an old, sad and weak voice: "Help me!" "Who is it?" I asked aloud and looked around. The barren grass is luxuriant on the plain. If you look far, how can there be traces of people? "Sir, there is no one here." Feng Niang said. I also wonder if my ears are bad. "Master! It's the master!" Ah Huang said eagerly, and then became restless. "Which master?" I asked Ah Huang. "Yuan Tiangang."