"My writing is still not good. I only discovered it after so long." He curled his lips and said disdainfully, "My literary talent is not comparable to that of a talented scholar. You should be able to tell at a glance."
Having said this, his face sank again and he looked in one direction bitterly.
"The bad luck is all because of this idiot!"
This is not a gorgeous box in Huixian Tower, but a dark room without windows.
The interior furnishings are also very simple, with a bed and a table and chairs.
Gao Xiaoliu sat on the chair, Zhike stood next to him, and someone also sat on the bed.
In the dark room, he was as short as a child.
Hearing Gao Xiaoliu's scolding, he let out a cold snort.
This voice is not that of a child.
"Kill people, kill people, what kind of article should I write——"
It was a good thing that he didn't speak. As soon as he spoke, Gao Xiaoliu, who was sitting, jumped up, reached the bedside in one step, raised his foot and kicked him over.
The man on the bed turned into a cry of pain before he could finish his words.
It wasn't that he didn't want to hide, but Gao Xiaoliu's legs were like a gust of wind and rain, and he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried.
It wasn't until Zhike looked at it for a moment that he kindly tried to persuade him: "Don't fight me, boss. I haven't gagged my mouth. It's not good for people to hear."
"So what if you hear it?" Gao Xiaoliu shouted, "I lost the bet and owe money. I deserve to be beaten to death!"
He kicked twice so hard that the person on the bed couldn't even cry out in pain, and then stopped with a flick of his sleeves.
"You came to my territory to kill people. You are still alive now. Thank you, Master." He cursed. "You dare to say that my writing is wrong? What? Writing blood on Liu Xiucai's body like you did is a murderer.
Death, is this right? Do you know how much trouble it will cause?"
The person on the bed had been kicked so hard that he lay down and curled up into a small ball. Although he couldn't even breathe out in pain, he still made a sound from between his teeth when he heard this sentence: "You are actually afraid of trouble?
What kind of ink are you..."
"Who am I? I am your ancestor—" Gao Xiaoliu turned around and raised his feet.
Zhike hurriedly stopped him this time: "Forget it, forget it, fools cannot speak..." He leaned over and gently stroked Gao Xiaoliu's feet, "Don't break your shoes."
Gao Xiaoliu, who is gorgeously dressed in gold and silver, has a pair of straw sandals on her feet.
Gao Xiaoliu put down his legs, his robe fell down to cover his shoes, and walked back to the chair to sit down.
"Look, anyone can claim to be a Mohist. It's true that each generation is inferior to the other." He sat on the chair and sighed.
His young face pretends to be mature, which makes him look a little funny.
Zhike then sighed softly: "Since the accident, it has been in a state of decline."
After saying these few words, Gao Xiaoliu stopped talking, and there was a haze in his eyes.
"Fall..." The man on the bed murmured again, "What happened? Suddenly there is no one over there."
He is a juggler in the countryside of Jiaozhou. He joined the sect because he inherited it from his master. In fact, he has no understanding of the sect and has never been exposed to it. The master let him join the juggler because he wanted to give him a place to live.
"Everyone in the house is there to help each other. If you can't survive anymore, just ask for food. You won't starve to death."
Although he was humble, he was self-reliant. After his master died, he did not want to beg for food, so he still walked around the streets and juggled for a living without encountering any trouble until that day when he came to Jiaozhou.
The officers from the government office teased him, watched his acrobatics, and poured the rice into the dog bowl for him to eat, but the dog even snatched it away.
He squatted in a corner, thinking that he would not come to the official place in the future because he was an honest countryman. At this time, a sinful woman saw him and gave him half a piece of cake.
He took it and thanked him and wanted to eat it silently, but the guilty woman was a little confused and cried to him about her grievances.
The sinful woman's enemy was a scholar and a very wealthy and powerful family, and they blocked the government to cover up the matter.
According to the rules of the sect, things that officials don't care about are affairs of the Jianghu, and Jianghu is a matter of Jianghu.
He asked the guilty woman to sell the money, accepted her complaint, and told the sect according to the rules. However, when he went to look for the hall master at the place where the master had told him, the building was empty.
He didn't know what was going on, but he accepted the appeal and couldn't ignore it, so he decided to act alone.
He trekked to the capital, mixed with the troupe, and found out the movements of the murderer Liu Xiucai. Finally, when he was alone in a restaurant, he got in through the door and window, and just strangled Liu Xiucai, someone stepped on him from behind.
Live at the gate of life.
He thought he was going to die, and he was not afraid of death, but the man's feet relaxed a bit: "Are you a Mohist?"
He saw that the man was wearing straw sandals, but before he could express his joy at meeting his fellow disciples, he was stepped on and fainted.
"He actually came to the capital to kill people. It's really unlucky that he's seeking death and has to be blamed for it."
I heard a curse before I fainted.
When he woke up, he was locked in this room, beaten and scolded by this man.
He heard his master say that all Mohists in the world are as close as brothers and sisters, no matter how high or low they are.
But the Mohist in the capital was not only not close to her, but almost seemed to have a grudge.
And he doesn't look like a calligrapher.
He also said that he was defeated. How could he be defeated?
Gao Xiaoliu looked at this actor from Jiaozhou and said, "The master is dead, the elder is also dead. Before his death, he even issued a decree, and the disciples were separated, so he naturally fell."
The actor on the bed suddenly stood up.
He huddled up on the bed like a child. When he stood up, his figure suddenly expanded. He was tall and thin, and he turned out to be an adult. He was not shorter than his height.
"You are talking nonsense!" he shouted, "Master said that this family will never be separated."
The master endured hardships but lived a happy life. He always regarded his sect as the family, because he has a family and he is neither alone nor widowed: "So don't be afraid, we have a home and a family in this world."
Although he has never seen this family, he already considers himself a member of this family. How could this family be gone?
This actor's sudden change will shock people.
Zhike and Gao Xiaoliu looked fine.
Bone reduction surgery.
That's why I was able to quietly sneak into the Huixian Building through the narrow cracks in the doors and windows, huddle under Liu Xiucai's desk, and when he was drinking tea, he crawled out and strangled him like a snake.
There were a lot of weirdos in the house, but Gao Xiaoliu, who knew the guest, was not surprised and didn't care about his gaffes.
When they heard the news, they were even more upset than the actor. Gao Xiaoliu lowered his eyes.
"I deserve to talk nonsense to you." He said, stood up and walked out, waving his hands vigorously. "It's really unlucky. It's delaying my gambling fortune."
Zhike had already taken the first step and reached out to open the door. The noise outside the door suddenly filled the air like a flood, mixed with the flickering lights. There were figures in the lights, waving chips in front of the table, and they suddenly became rich overnight.
Lost fortune.
"I don't believe it!" the bone-shrinking actor hissed.
The noise swallowed up his voice, Gao Xiaoliu walked out, and the door was closed.
Gao Xiaoliu walked in the noisy casino with his hands folded, a smile on his face, but no smile in his eyes.
"What is unbelievable? The laws of heaven are constant, birth and death." He said.
Zhike followed him without saying anything, suddenly thinking of something.
"However, in addition to the actor who suddenly appeared in the east hall, there was also some movement in the west hall."
Momen is divided into five families based on region: southeast, northwest, and middle. The elders are in charge of one party, and there are sub-halls under the leadership of the hall master.
Gao Xiaoliu stopped, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What's the news? They also came to the capital to kill people?"
Zhike hurriedly said: "No, they just came to ask for news from the capital."
In the past, each church took the initiative to upload news about local trends. After the separation five years ago, this matter naturally stopped.
However, five years have passed, and it is not surprising that someone who is carefully hiding alive wants to pry for information.
So what about snooping?
After inquiring about the information, I found out that there are some fools who have attracted the attention of the government. For the sake of safety, I will continue to hide and live an ignoble existence.
"Take a good look at that actor." Gao Xiaoliu said.
Zhike responded yes.
Gao Xiaoliu waved his hand, raised the corners of his mouth and eyebrows, and rushed towards the nearest gambling table.
