On the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ying Shang, who had been busy for a day, leaned against the counter, eating mahua and looking at his mobile phone. The tragic live broadcast accident in the WW mountainous area last night was playing on his mobile phone. Although the video was only ten seconds long, Ying Sang
I've watched it several times.
"Devils walk everywhere, but the supreme being is not as good as a dog. It's outrageous." Ying wiped his hands on his pants, and then looked through the comment area: "The netizens in the comment area have said everything, but none of them have hit the point.
Most people are saying it’s Cthulhu. How the hell is this Cthulhu? These are the local aborigines, and Cthulhu is an alien demon.”
"Of course during this period, when the curse of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse takes effect, demons all over the world will become active." Ghost King Huahua, who was also checking her mobile phone next to her, continued: "But they are just some little demons, I think.
The climate in Chengdu is quite difficult.”
"Well, that's what you call not shedding tears without seeing the coffin, right? You, Emperor Fengdu, may not be afraid of demons, but you can't do anything against them. After all, they are not under your control." Yingsha picked up a bottle of drink and drank a lot.
He continued: "When the right time, right place, right person, and the three-in-one demon god appear, I won't even be able to cry."
"whispering sound……"
Ghost King Huahua put down her cell phone and jumped off the stool: "Brother Zhang, I'm leaving. I have to go out to celebrate the New Year in the evening."
"Go." Brother Zhang nodded: "If you feel that your home is deserted, come here to play."
"I know, let's go."
Ghost King Huahua walked to the shadow by the wall, feinted and disappeared. At this time, Yingsha raised his head and said to Brother Zhang: "What do you think?"
"Qing Lingzi will take care of it." Brother Zhang lowered his head and said nothing, just dealing with a fish: "A pair of demon gods also appeared here before, but they seemed to have found their host and ran away overnight."
"Run away?" Yingsha asked in surprise: "Then who is responsible for running away?"
"It should be fine. It doesn't have much murderous intent against the devil." Brother Zhang smiled and said, "I don't want to worry about it."
"Anyway, I'm smarter now. I won't fight with that thing unless I have to. It's difficult and disgusting. Anyway, that's what demon gods are like. Less than one percent of demon gods can become powerful. Most demon gods end up being stinkers.
Shit.”
Faced with Yingsha's optimistic little brother Zhang, he didn't say anything, because the situation might be different this time, but little brother Zhang also knew that the twelve spirits must slowly blend in to have a future, otherwise their combined strength would be the same now.
The ability is less than one-fifth of the peak period, which is obviously not enough, and judging from the current situation, both the Twelve Spirits and the Corpse Execution Immortal should have walked out of Chang'an Lane.
Except for Yingsha. For a person with his personality, it is enough for him to squat somewhere honestly. He does not need to run around. He can naturally solve the rest of the problems. If he is allowed to run out, he will get nothing but
My ex-girlfriend can't accomplish anything.
"But Qing Lingzi can really deal with demons? Why do I find it a bit hard to imagine? Qing Lingzi doesn't look like a nosy person."
In fact, it's okay to think like this, because after all, he is Qing Lingzi. To the Twelve Lings, even his breathing is wrong, and he doesn't deserve to live at all. Not to mention that he just smashed Ying to death not long ago.
It's just a matter of personal emotion.
Still thinking as usual, Brother Zhang would never explain this matter. He just smiled perfunctorily, and then went about his own business, and just as the store was about to close, it was time to go to the New Year's Day.
, but someone knocked on the window.
Brother Zhang looked up and found that the person outside was none other than Lao Feng, who often boxed, and beside him was Yu Heng, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"Hey, what's wrong? Why were you beaten like this?" Yingsha immediately teased: "Aren't you such a badass?"
The ruthless teasing made Yu Heng instinctively turn his head to prevent others from seeing his miserable appearance, but with leopard prints all over his body, he could be said to be miserable in almost all directions. Ying Bang next to him laughed.
It was almost crowing.
But Brother Zhang walked up to the window and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
Old Fengtou chuckled, looking like an old tenant who had no rice at home during the Chinese New Year and came to ask the landlord for some rice. He half-hunched over and said to Brother Zhang: "Holy Master, I want to ask you for something."
Brother Zhang nodded: "What's the matter?"
"It's like this, I don't have much time." Old Feng pointed to himself: "Lung cancer is in the advanced stage."
Brother Zhang frowned: "When did it happen?"
Old Feng waved his hand nonchalantly: "It was just found out a few days ago, and it was confirmed just now."
When he said this, it was as if the person suffering from a terminal illness was not himself but an enemy of life and death. Perhaps seeing Brother Zhang's doubts, Old Feng quickly explained: "I, there is no point in living anymore."
, it’s good to see my wife and children earlier if I go there earlier. But I’m afraid I don’t have that much time to train this kid, so I want to ask the Holy Lord to find a way, and I just brought all my abilities to the ground.
I feel sorry for my master and my father, you see..."
Speaking of this, there was not a single word of sadness in the whole process, but even the wind was filled with desolation, and even Ying Sha was no longer so presumptuous and sat quietly beside him, listening.
"You just need a place where you can train him, and where you can extend your lifespan?"
"Yes, that's what I mean." Lao Feng said with a smile: "The doctor said that if I receive conservative treatment now, it will only last less than three months. In fact, I have nothing, but three months is not enough to pass on."
Brother Zhang nodded: "How long will it take?"
"Three years..." Old Feng held up three fingers, then quickly shook his head and replaced it with five fingers: "Five years..."
Brother Zhang hummed, then clapped his hands, and Old Feng and Yu Heng disappeared.
"Ah? Boss, where did you send them?" Yingsha stepped forward and asked curiously: "To the place we went to?"
"Yeah." Brother Zhang sighed and said, "We set a time for them to come out when five years are up, but the price is that after they come out, Lao Feng will leave."
Thunder Dragon laughed: "Okay, okay, the confusion is not the end after all. Let him go find his wife and children."
In the fantasy world, Lao Feng directly returned to his peak state. His body organs and reaction speed all reached the condition when he was twenty years old. On the first night there, Yu Heng was beaten to the point where he lay in bed unable to crawl.
stand up.
And Lao Feng knew that the five years he was here were five years given by the Holy Lord, so he really didn't waste any time. He ate, slept and worked every day without slacking off.
Generally speaking, Chen Shi taught Yu Heng the fighting spirit of swordsmanship, allowing him to quickly grow from an unknown person to a passable swordsman, not the best in the world but still a rare thing. And the old man
Feng taught him the tactics and spirit, allowing him to improve his previous skills to a higher level. Fist and sword blended together, turning the invisible into the tangible, and the tangible into the invisible.
The five years he spent there transformed Yu Heng from a waste who could only be beaten passively to a top master who could fight back and forth with Lao Feng without falling behind. He also successfully realized the ability to transform energy from form, which was also Chen Shi's
Special skill.
Although Lao Feng never let Yu Heng call him master, he always said that Lao Chen was Yu Heng's master. Once a master is a father for a lifetime. Master and father should not be recognized randomly, but he always said it inadvertently.
Sometimes I would say that if my children were still alive, they would probably be as old as Yuheng now.
Although Yu Heng is naive, he is not stupid. He knows that Lao Feng’s daily training is because he is racing with death with his life. On the last day of the five-year period in this place, Yu Heng holds his own
The brewed wine found Lao Feng and recognized him as his godfather.
Old Feng kept his airs and said nothing, but drank all the pot of wine, then patted Yu Heng's head and said repeatedly: "If there is a chance in the future, I must pass on this skill and do not seek to establish a sect."
, but I hope it will spread its branches and leaves."
Yu Heng felt sad because he knew that this was Lao Feng's farewell. But Lao Feng had already said that after his death, he only needed to help him take care of his funeral affairs. He didn't have to do any work of a filial son and grandson. He only had to have a tomb.
If he lives there, he will have no desires or desires.
That night, the young and old couple sat under the stars and drank wine all night and watched the stars. They didn't talk much but they knew in their hearts the separation that was about to come.
"Heng."
Old Feng glanced at his watch: "Go on well in the future. The old man won't be able to accompany you after you go out. Go and let that Thunder Dragon teach you the art. If you master sword, boxing, and art, you can take revenge."
."
"It's... foster father." Yu Heng lowered his head and said, "But foster father, I don't want revenge that much anymore."
"Asshole." Lao Feng cursed: "You know that a real man has the strength to endure the humiliation, but you also need to know that a gentleman has the determination not to be too late in ten years. If you want revenge, you have to avenge it with your own hands. You don't deserve it.
If you don’t take it, you can’t let it go!”
"yes……"
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Feng looked at his watch again and sighed: "That's about time."
After saying that, they were both shrouded in a white light at the same time, and then the two of them returned to the window. At this time, they saw Lao Feng suddenly spurting out a mouthful of blood, and then knelt on the ground with one knee. Yu Heng rushed to see this.
He stepped forward and hugged Old Feng's body and ran outside. But before he left Chang'an Lane, he felt that Old Feng's body was gradually getting colder, his lips were turning blue, and his body was quickly stiffening.
On a cold night, this strange man of this generation ended his ordinary and extraordinary life.
Yuheng did not collapse. He sent Lao Feng to the hospital. After the hospital said there was no way to save him, he began to arrange the funeral arrangements. He did not panic or cry during the whole process. Only when he seemed a little fragile, he called Brother Zhang and said he wanted to borrow money.
When giving Lao Feng some money to take care of his funeral affairs, Brother Zhang didn't say much. He just paid him directly and said "Old Feng is gone" in the Chang'an Lane group.
As for people, it doesn’t matter who left. Those who are in trouble are those who stay. Lao Feng’s sudden departure made many old guys in Chang’an Lane feel sad. Even those who were not familiar with him, after all, they were all.
He was a neighbor who once looked up and could not see him, and everyone felt a little sorry for him, so the group advocated holding a memorial service for him. However, Lao Feng was mysterious all his life, and almost no one knew his origins, so a memorial service was held in the end.
Had to give up.
Only on the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, we all went to the funeral parlor together to say our final goodbyes to Lao Feng.
When the dust settled, Yu Heng took the place of Old Feng's son and sent him off for the last time. Seeing this great god with powerful boxing skills emerging from the chimney and floating between heaven and earth like all other living beings, Yu Heng suddenly smiled.
, he knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the incinerator, muttering in a low voice: "Master, foster father, I will not let you two down."
She suppressed her grief and returned to Chang'an Lane with Lao Feng's ashes. According to his wishes during his lifetime, he buried his small box under the big sycamore tree. Next to it, he carved a simple tombstone with a nine-inch square stone plaque and placed it on the ground.
This is the tomb that he has longed for.
Yu Heng sat next to the tomb, ate a meal, drank a pot of wine, and then poured a pot of wine on Lao Feng's tombstone. Then he got up and went to the small restaurant.
"Please teach me the technique." When he saw Ying Shang, he knelt on the ground with a clang, and then kowtowed like a fool: "Please teach me the technique!"
At that time, Ying Sham was eating pan-fried octopus and blossom sausages dipped in sour plum chili sauce. Yu Heng treated her so badly that the sausage almost blocked her trachea and she left Brave New World.
"No, what's wrong with you?" Yingsha coughed a few times and asked, "Kneel down and do it to me?"
"Please teach me the technique!" Yu Heng persisted without any hint of falsehood. After answering, he continued to kowtow.
Everyone around them looked at Thunder Dragon, but Thunder Dragon shook his head: "No, I can't teach you. If you want to learn, just go find her."
Yingsha reached out and pointed at Xu Wei. Xu Wei was stunned. Before she could react, Yu Heng stood up and walked towards her with firm eyes...
"Don't, don't, don't kneel! I'll teach you!!!"
After saying this, she breathed out a sigh of relief: "I'll teach you. I'll teach you."
Xu Wei said, but she glanced at her damn master with an angry look, and then she let out a long breath and said, "Which category you want to learn, I'll teach you everything I know!"
When she said this, she spoke particularly hard, just to make her master angry, but who knew that Yingsha didn't care at all, and even said next to her: "The reason why the world's magic has withered is because the master is not sincere when teaching his disciples. Everyone is
Save one hand, and it will become nothing more than fur in the end."
Xu Wei hummed softly, then used one hand to guide the technique and the other to knead the technique. Then the hand that guided the technique passed sideways. Immediately, seventeen volumes of spell categories were hovering in front of Yu Heng: "Choose one."
Yu Heng took a deep breath: "I want them all."
"You're dreaming." Xu Wei scolded from the side: "Everything is in conflict with each other. I'm afraid you don't know how to die."
Yingdao stood next to him and punched the table with laughter: "You are so greedy, you want all seventeen rectifications? Who do you think you are? Erlang Shen Yang Jian?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the fierce look in the eyes of Sister Gou who was eating next to him. Yingsha quickly changed his words: "Anyway, don't count on it. It's not the Nine Methods of Righteousness. You will have to go crazy if you practice more than two, and you have to...