Gao Xiaoliu stood in front of the door and looked inside. The curtains on the bed were open. There was an old servant sitting on a chair and dozing off. It was as quiet as a deserted place.
"Sir, it's not convenient for you to walk now." Zhike followed behind to persuade him.
Gao Xiaoliu raised one foot, jumped into the door, and then jumped forward: "I'm not walking, I'm jumping."
Zhike had no choice but to laugh.
The old servant who was dozing indoors was awakened.
"Young Master is here," he said tremblingly, "I slept well today. Don't worry, Young Master."
Gao Xiaoliu opened the curtain and looked at the old man sleeping peacefully on the bed, then suddenly reached out and poked Gao Caizheng's cheek.
Zhike sighed and scolded: "Sir! Even if you poke my face into the master's face, he won't wake up."
Gao Xiaoliu chuckled and tucked the quilt over to Rich Man Gao: "What are you talking about? How could I dare to expose my father's face?" After that, he said loudly to the old servant, "Uncle Qi, my father woke you up.
Remember to call me right away——"
The old servants rubbed their ears: "Young master, you don't have to be so loud, I'm not deaf yet."
Zhike smiled helplessly on the side.
"It's also for my father's good." Gao Xiaoliu said, "He has been sad for so many years, and the people he knew are all dead. Suddenly an old person comes here. He must be very happy to see him. Maybe he will be fine once he is happy."
Zhike smiled and said: "Yes, yes, what you said is right." He extended his hand to invite you, "Sir, please go and recuperate quickly. When I wake up and see that your injury is not healed, I am afraid that I will be angry and make your condition worse."
Gao Xiaoliu curled his lips: "I know, I know." After saying that, he jumped out.
There was another bustle outside, and the shop assistants shouted and persuaded Gao Xiaoliu to get on the couch and carried him away.
The noise of footsteps gradually dissipated, and silence returned to the deep house. Zhike waved his hand to the old servant, and the old servant left tremblingly.
The curtain shook, and the wealthy man sat up and rubbed his ears: "This unfilial son!"
Zhike smiled and said: "After all, this is the first time that the young master has met a person of the same age that he likes."
The rich man snorted: "So no matter whether he is a human or a ghost, he must be brought to me!"
Zhike said: "Master, don't you know?"
The rich man sighed softly: "Yes." He stepped on the straw sandals beside the bed and stood up, "In his heart, everyone in Momen is wholeheartedly guarding the road, but he doesn't know that on this road, people's hearts are also divided.
different."
Zhike was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Master, what do you think she really knows? If she had been there at that time, there was no way she could have survived."
Rich Man Gao smiled: "I'll survive."
Although he relies on his own ability, Qixing can also rely on the ability of the leader. Although the leader is determined to die, he will always find a way to let his children survive.
Zhike frowned slightly and said: "The master has to wake up. When he wakes up, the young master will definitely introduce the seven stars. If he doesn't see him, how can he explain to the young master?"
If the young master brings her to see the master, and if she questions the master about the past on the spot, or even starts an argument again, how should the master feel?
The rich man shook his head helplessly. This unfilial son was so anxious that he wanted to wake him up and see someone.
It's not a big deal to question her on the spot. The main reason is her identity. If she claims that she is the daughter of the head of the family, the head of the family is still powerful. She can use this to publicize what happened back then.
Now is the time for Momen to reunite and unite as one, and there can be no more disputes.
If you are distracted by those old things, you will destroy Momen's foundation.
He would never allow this to happen again.
The rich man waved his sleeves gently.
"Then let her not have the chance to be introduced," he said.
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The spring rain came very suddenly, a gust of wind passed by at dusk, and the raindrops scattered one after another.
Chuntao, who was standing on the roadside looking into the distance, was splashed by the rain before she came back to her senses. She hurriedly held the basket in her arms, pulled up her clothes to cover it, and hurried home.
Although the spring rain was misty, Chuntao's hair and clothes were wet when she returned home.
"Why don't you kid put the basket on your head?" the old woman scolded.
Chuntao smiled and took out the baskets of shoes, socks, and dried vegetables, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay if my clothes get wet, but these can't get wet."
It needs to be sold for money.
Meng Xichang came out and asked: "Didn't Miss Ah Qi leave money and food last time? There is no need to go to the city to sell things anymore."
Chuntao said: "We have money and food, but we can't just do nothing. Brother Ah Shui, don't worry. I really like to sell in the city now. I can make money and buy what I need at any time.
You can also get a lot of the latest news.”
Meng Xi gave her a long look: "You're from Anwen Township, you don't need to know the latest news."
Chuntao knew what he meant and stuck out her tongue. She didn't insist anymore, but she didn't stop talking either.
"I wonder when Miss Ah Qi will come?" Chuntao asked in a low voice.
Chuntao also knew that Miss Qixing said she would give Meng Xi a hand. Although she thought this was too ridiculous, she was full of hope when she thought that a piece of paper could punish a mountain of bandits.
Whether she was in the city these days or on the way to the village, she was always looking forward to the appearance of that young lady.
Meng Xichang didn't take it seriously. If it was lost, it was lost. How could there be another hand?
He had been to the West Hall and had seen the wheelchair that the old man in the West Hall was sitting on. It was different from the common ones. It allowed people to stand up and slide like normal people.
Since Xitang has this kind of skill, the head of Qixing probably wants to make something similar for him, such as a hand made of wood and put it on his arm. At first glance, it looks like the real thing.
comfort.
But his hand is not just for showing off, his hand is used to draw a sword and swing it to kill evil and eliminate harm.
Without this ability, it would be the same regardless of whether I have hands or not.
He is not the kind of person who is sad because of loss. He did what he wanted to do. Not to mention losing a hand, it doesn't matter if he loses his life. He doesn't care at all.
"Okay, you go ahead and cook." Meng Xichang said, "I'll chop wood."
Chief Meng Xi had already picked up an ax in the yard: "Without my right hand, not only my left hand is also useless."
Chuntao hurriedly said: "I am worried about your health. You are seriously injured. You need to take good care of yourself so that you can chop firewood better."
The honest village girl is also very understanding of the world and good at talking.
Meng Xi smiled, threw the ax up and caught it steadily: "I will practice well and practice chopping firewood well."
Chop firewood and take care of the mother and daughter, and repay the kindness of saving their lives. This is what he can and should do for the rest of his life.
Chuntao stopped trying to persuade her and waited for him to chop firewood and then pick it up for cooking. Suddenly she heard the galloping of horse hooves and saw a horse galloping on the path outside the village through the misty spring rain.
The woman on the horse was wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, which obscured her description, but Chuntao still recognized her at a glance. She threw the firewood in her hand on the ground and shouted in surprise: "Miss Qixing!"
On a rainy evening, the room was dark, and Chuntao lit three lamps, illuminating an arm-long box placed on the table.
Meng Xichang opened the box with his left hand, and there was a hand inside.
This hand is made of iron, and the finger joints are lifelike. It is also like a sleeping iron beast, shining with a terrifying cold light.
He picked it up with his left hand and it was quite heavy.
"Hurry up and try it on." Chuntao said nervously, looking at Qixing again, "Here, how do you put it on?"
This iron hand, in addition to the shape of a hand, also has iron bars extending from the wrist, like an iron arm cage.
Chuntao could guess that this was to fix the hand on the forearm.
Qixing took the iron hand from Meng Xichang and said, "I'll do it."
Meng Xichang was not restrained and took off his robe with one hand, leaving his upper body naked and exposing his right arm.
Qixing held the iron hand and put the iron sleeve on Meng Xichang's right arm. Chuntao looked at it carefully. She wanted to learn how to help put it on in the future.
The iron armhole was very long, covering the entire residual arm. Finally, two iron bars were pulled out and wrapped around the shoulders, and that was the end.
Wearing this iron hand, Meng Xichang looked like half of his body was made of iron.
"It will be uncomfortable when you first put it on," Qixing said. "It will wear out your skin, and it will wear out over and over again until your skin becomes calloused and hard to adapt to it."
Meng Xi smiled, raised his arm, and shook his iron hand up and down, as if he was carrying a heavy axe.
"You can use it to hit rocks in the future." He said with a smile, then slowly raised his hand, and when he made a sound, the hard iron bar tied to the remaining arm could actually bend, allowing his elbow to move freely.
At first glance, it looks more like a hand.
Chief Meng Xi raised his hands in front of his eyes and looked at them.
"Not only can it scare people, but it can also hit people with one punch, like a hammer." He said, and also made a fist gesture.
A gust of wind stirred up, and the lights danced.
Chuntao smiled and applauded beside her.
"Miss Ah Qi should just make a fist for me." Meng Xi smiled and said, shaking the iron hand, these fingers can't be used, there is no need to make them specially to look like a hand.
Qixing smiled: "No, they can move too."
Can the fingers move? Meng Xichang was a little surprised. This is unlikely.
Qixing stood next to him, reached out and pressed an iron bar to a position on his upper arm, and said, "Shake it here hard."
Although he lost his hand, Meng Xi, a long-time martial artist, could still control his muscles and move according to instructions.
Hearing a soft sound, he saw his slightly flat fingers closed together and clenched into a fist.
Chuntao exclaimed.
Meng Xichang couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, it was really...
Qixing's hand slid again, landed on the inside of his arm, and clicked.
Meng Xi Chang understood, shook his hand, and stretched out his hand again.
Meng Xi burst out laughing: "Interesting."
Chuntao couldn't help but hold his hand and look at it carefully. She couldn't believe it: "This is too magical, this is too powerful." She looked at Qixing, her eyes sparkling, "Miss Qixing, you, are you?
Can you know magic?"
Qixing shook his head and said seriously: "It's not magic, it's mechanical, mechanism, and force."
It's not as easy to understand as magic. Chuntao was a little confused.
Meng Xi understood and said, "It turns out that the seventh master is still a mechanic." He made a fist-clasping gesture with his iron hand, and then laughed to himself, "I'm not very skilled yet, so I'm rude."
Qixing nodded with a smile: "Practice more." She stretched out her hand and slid the iron armholes again. "Your muscles have become more proficient, and you can operate the iron hands more flexibly."
Meng Xichang nodded: "Okay, thank you to the seventh master, this hand really exceeded my expectations."
As he said this, he looked at Chuntao and smiled.
"Maybe my iron hands can help you hold the soles of your shoes."
Chuntao smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay." She poked Meng Xi's long iron hand with her finger again, "Your hands are not afraid of being pricked by needles."
If he could use an embroidery needle, he might be able to hold a sword again. Meng Xi suddenly had a thought, but it was just a thought. He knew that as a human being, you can't just look at Shu, you have to be content.
"This iron hand has another effect." Qixing said.
Meng Xichang looked at her and said with a smile: "When I had hands before, I didn't know they had so many functions."
Qixing smiled and said nothing, motioning for him to raise his left hand and hold his right arm.
Meng Xichang did as he was told, and Qixing placed his hand on his left hand and twisted it violently, while simultaneously pulling him forward.
Meng Xichang took a wrong step and leaned forward, and saw a sword appearing in Tie's hand.
To be precise, his iron hand is no longer a hand, but a sword hilt.
When a sword suddenly appeared in his hand, the memory engraved in his bones made him subconsciously turn his body again, wave his arm, and a sword light crossed the table. With a pop, the oil lamp jumped, and the fire was extinguished instantly.
In the dark room, the dim light of the iron sword reflected Meng Xi's stunned eyes, and a tear suddenly fell from his eyes.