Chapter 37 Section five

Time: At the beginning of Youshi (according to today's timing, it should be five o'clock in the afternoon). Location: In front of the run-down tavern. The waiter hurriedly ran towards the Ministry of Criminal Justice.On the road ahead of him, there was an old man hobbled on crutches.The old man looked to be in the hundreds or dozens of years old, weak and dying, and he might die anytime, anywhere.When the waiter in the shop found the old man and wanted to hide, it was already too late. The waiter in the shop secretly shouted that it is not good, I have caused a catastrophe, this old man must be killed on the spot after being bumped by me.

Seeing the two bodies with a huge difference in age, they were about to bump into each other.The old man suddenly picked up his crutches, tapped on the waiter's waist lightly, and took advantage of the trend to move to the side.Xiaoer Dian felt as if he was rushing into an invisible vortex, and was being driven by the vortex to rotate, his rapid charge was dissolved by the rotation. The vortex gradually disappeared, and the waiter also slowly stopped spinning.When he stopped spinning, everything around the world began to spin. He was dizzy for a while, and was about to fall, but a skinny old hand from an old man supported him in time.

The old man said: "Young man, why are you so flustered?" Xiao Er was still immersed in the horror of witnessing a massacre. He wanted to tell the story to the old man, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't speak at all, just babbling meaninglessly. The old man smiled generously and said, "So he's a mute." The shop clerk got anxious, so he wanted to curse back and say that you are the fucking dumb.But the more anxious he was to speak, the less he could speak, so he pointed to the tavern. This old man was Uncle Meng, he walked towards the tavern in the direction pointed by the waiter, his pace was still surprisingly slow.He was not surprised when he saw Yuan Xiyou lying twisted in a pool of blood. He bent down, checked Yuan Xiyou's injuries, and pondered for a long time on Yuan Xiyou's frozen expression because of his death.

The waiter was able to speak at this moment, he asked: "Do you know this person?" "I'm here to find him." "If only you had come earlier, he was alive and well not long ago, but now he is dead." "Who said he was dead?" "Could it be that you can still bring him back to life?" Uncle Meng said: "Today, I will let you open your eyes and ask the world how big the head is, and see what the old man's methods are." Uncle Meng took out three red pills, put them into Yuan Xiyou's mouth, and then quickly touched the seventy-two acupoints on his body, and ordered the waiter in the shop to take them. Yuan Xiyou raised his upper body.Uncle Meng threw down his crutches and used a set of exquisite palm techniques on Yuan Xiyou's back.

Uncle Meng's palm hit Yuan Xiyou's back, like hitting an ancient urn, the sound was dull, with resonance and echo. Yuan Xiyou suddenly groaned softly.The waiter in the shop was overjoyed and shouted wildly: "He's come back to life, he's come back to life." Yuan Xiyou slowly opened his eyes, looking at the world in front of him in bewilderment.Uncle Meng was behind Yuan Xiyou, still clasping his palm tightly, Yuan Xiyou said weakly, "Stop hitting me, you hurt me so much." Uncle Meng slapped more than 10,000 palms, and then stopped in satisfaction, picked up the crutches, leaned on them again, and walked in front of Yuan Xiyou.

The waiter said: "Guest officer, it was this old gentleman who saved you." Yuan Xiyou looked at Uncle Meng and said, "Who are you?" Uncle Meng said: "Don't worry about who I am, save some energy and answer the old man's questions. If the old man does not admit his mistake, you are the chief escort of Baisheng Escort Bureau. A few days ago, you were escorted to the capital, but were arrested Someone mysteriously snatched it away. Please tell me, what is the object of this escort? Who entrusted it, and where is it escorted?" Yuan Xiyou smiled sadly, and said, "I'm about to die. When a person dies, nothing happens. You think I will answer these meaningless questions to me. I don't care about anything now."

"You won't die. With the old man here, you will definitely survive." "You can't fool me. Legend has it that there is a long-lost soul-calling technique that can bring a newly dead person back from the closed door of hell, but at most it can only make that person live for half a stick of incense. I just clearly Already dead, you must have performed this kind of spiritualism on me, so I can talk to you now. In fact, why do you bother? What good is it to let me live for half a stick of incense? I died well, you Tim What a mess! Something is wrong." "With your spare time to say these words, you could have answered the questions I asked you long ago."

"I'm not going to answer." "For the sake of my hard work to save you, it won't work?" "No, whoever you love, I'll make you want to guess, let you walking corpses who are still living in the world suspect and fight each other, and kill you to the death." "Don't you want revenge?" "Revenge? There's no use for it. I'm dead, so what's the difference if I take revenge or not? I wish my enemy's parents would live for a hundred years, and if I hurt more people, I would die in vain in the underworld." I will be happy with the company of ghosts.”

Uncle Meng wasn't angry either. He was so old, what strange things hadn't he seen?The mind of a person before death cannot be speculated by common sense.It seemed that Yuan Xiyou was determined to keep the secret, so Yuan Xiyou had died prematurely in his eyes.Uncle Meng turned to the waiter and asked, "Who killed him?" Just as the shop clerk was about to answer, a person not far away rushed ahead of him and answered, "It's me." Mr. Jin went back and forth, but he was still worried, for fear that Yuan Xiyou was not completely dead. He even felt that Yuan Xiyou was not dead at all, but lived a good life, much more carefree than him. He clearly knew that this was the case. Hallucination, but he would rather believe it to be true, so he walked more than two miles, but couldn't help turning back to confirm Yuan Xiyou's death again.When the waiter saw Mr. Jin, he yelled and ran away, thinking that Mr. Jin came back specially to kill him.Mr. Jin didn't chase after him, his attention was all on Uncle Meng.

Uncle Meng said, "So it was you." Mr. Jin: "Yes, I killed the man." Uncle Meng said: "Very good, goodbye." After speaking, he left slowly along the way he came. Mr. Jin yelled angrily, and said, "Want to leave? It's not that easy." Uncle Meng stopped and said, "Oh, if the old man doesn't leave, do you intend to invite the old man to drink?" "Yes, I invite you to drink the dead wine." "The old man is in his dying years, and he will have to see the King of Hades in a few days. Why do you do it yourself?" "Killing the old man in rainy days is also idle."

It was late and the wind was howling. Uncle Meng leaned on his staff, and Yue Zhiyuan stopped. Mr. Jin hurried forward with his sword in hand, and the sword edge flew with a cold light. Uncle Meng backed up, backed up again, his crutches pointed at the ground obliquely, like a creeping poisonous snake.The sword became more and more urgent, and was about to penetrate the body. At this time, Uncle Meng's crutches were suddenly raised, and the tip of the stick was pointed at the middle of the sword's back. Avoid this rod. Uncle Meng didn't use up his strength yet, he quickly retracted his crutches, swept away thousands of troops with one blow, and cast a shadow of the stick in front of him.Mr. Jin's swordsmanship is so proficient, it has reached the point of being able to retract and release freely.His left hand, which had been free all the time, suddenly stretched out, clamping the blade with his index and middle fingers.The sprinting long sword stopped suddenly, and at the same time, his left arm was pulled back, as if to draw a bow.Uncle Meng swept his staff across his body, leaning to the right, revealing the empty door on his left side, the staff had already been swung out, and it was too late to guard against it.The corner of Mr. Jin's mouth twitched, his left hand left the sword, and his right arm moved forward violently. The sword was suppressed, and when it was raised again, it was even more violent than before. The sword light went straight to the empty door on Uncle Meng's left flank. Uncle Meng has cultivated his mind and cultivated his character since he was taken over by the third son. He seldom walked around the rivers and lakes. .Fortunately, Uncle Meng didn't panic, so he slammed his crutches hard on the ground, smashing the stone bricks to pieces. He bent his knees slightly, and using his crutches as a pole, he flew up into the air, and when he landed, he was already a zhang away. Mr. Jin sneered and said: "You are old, but your skills are not old."Mr. Jin's swordsmanship is proficient and vicious, he advances like lightning and retreats like a shower. After more than ten moves, Uncle Meng is already in danger, and his strength is exhausted.Mr. Jin said: "Let's see how long you can last." The move changed, only attacking but not defending, the power is more than doubled than before. Mr. Jin has cornered Uncle Meng. This sword started from the tip of the toe, and the blade drew a dazzling arc upwards, directly wiping Uncle Meng's throat.Mr. Jin himself was very proud of the angle and speed of this sword. He felt that even if he and Uncle Meng were separated, they might not be able to resist this sword. At this moment, Uncle Meng made a strange move. His originally curled up body suddenly straightened up, using a staff as a sword to protect the eyebrows, his head raised slightly, and his eyes raised to the sky, as if he was in a relationship with the dark world. Another invisible opponent confronted, and turned a blind eye to Mr. Jin's sword. If it is replaced by another swordsman, this sword is bound to be irreversible.With one strike of the sword, there is no return without blood.But Mr. Jin has such a sharp eye, he has already seen the wonderful mystery of Uncle Meng's move.Once his sword is used, Uncle Meng will take a step forward instead of retreating, and the sword will be wiped on the iron stick. fall.At this time, Mr. Jin's body is slightly heavy, his back is exposed, how can he avoid the iron staff that is more than ten feet long?Mr. Jin's thoughts turned, his face paled in shock, and he jumped sideways in a haste.At the same time, he flicked his wrist, brought it slightly towards his bosom, and retracted the sword.Although the long sword changed its direction, the sword was so fast that even Mr. Jin himself couldn't control it. The long sword came straight to his forehead. Mr. Jin lowered his head hurriedly, barely dodging the sword.The long sword flew across the top of his head, cutting off his bun, his long hair fell loose, and several strands of shaved hair fell in the air. Mr. Jin said: "What is the name of your sword?" "The princes are coming from the west." Mr. Jin was stunned, and then he came to his senses, and said: "Raising the sword to break the floating clouds, all the princes came to the west. The first emperor's spirit, not angry and self-victorious, does not fight and wins. It really lives up to the name. You created this sword yourself?" "Don't you dare? My son is afraid that I will be bullied when I walk in the rivers and lakes because of my age, so I specially gave this old man the use of self-defense." "Could it be the third son Cao?" "Exactly." "My martial arts are above yours." "The old man admits." "If I continue to strike at you with the sword, you won't be able to escape unscathed." "The old man doesn't deny it either." Mr. Jin put his sword back into its sheath, and said: "Since you are the third son's family, I will not keep you in trouble today. I have heard about the third son Cao's name for a long time, but I have never been able to see him. Please go back and tell the third son, another day I will personally come to the door and ask him about swordsmanship face to face." Uncle Meng stopped answering, and walked away slowly, leaning on a cane. Mr. Jin returned to Yuan Xiyou's side. Yuan Xiyou was still alive. He opened his eyes and said, "Mr. Jin, I didn't say anything to that old man." Mr. Jin said: "I heard all your conversation just now. Fortunately, you didn't say anything, otherwise, how could I let that old man leave alive?" Such an enemy, especially now, has more important things to do urgently. Yuan Xiyou said again: "Mr. Jin, I still want to tell you that even though you killed me, I don't hate you." Mr. Jin smiled coldly, and said, "Thank you for your understanding. In that case, please allow me to kill you again." A sword pierced Yuan Xiyou's chest.Yuan Xiyou closed his eyes, stopped breathing, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked extremely weird.There are no more than three things. For death, twice a day is enough. Mr. Jin stared at this man who had died and resurrected, and who was resurrected from the dead, and his whole body couldn't help shaking, and he felt a burst of fear for no reason.