The man said something incomprehensible to me and turned around and left. I was stunned for a few seconds and immediately chased him out of the restaurant.
It was lunch time, and there were many people on the pedestrian street. I looked nervously at the bustling crowd around me.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Zhang Meng saw something wrong with my face, so she came out and asked me.
"I'm sorry, Zhang Meng. You can find a place to eat by yourself. I have something to do and I have to leave first!"
Without waiting for her reply, I ran quickly towards the southwest.
"Ghee cakes! Freshly baked butter cakes! Three for one dollar!"
"Brown sugar mochi! Brown sugar mochi! Sweet and fragrant brown sugar mochi! Come and take a look!"
At this time, someone suddenly tapped my shoulder lightly from behind, and I immediately turned around.
"Little friend, are you looking for me?"
Looking at the person speaking in front of me, even though his face was covered by a scarf, the more I looked at him, the more I felt that it was that person.
"Shit is impermanent?" I tried to ask.
He reached out and pulled off the scarf, immediately revealing the face that was very familiar to me.
"I'm really you! Why are you in Qiandao Lake!" I was surprised.
The man in front of him is none other than the strongest gatekeeper of mental illness in Jiamusi, the current number one master of the Changchun Society, Zheng Daqiang, nicknamed Shi Wuchang.
"Haha, God of Infinite Blessings, it has been more than a year since we parted ways in Jiamusi. My little friend, you have been doing well recently."
I looked him up and down, then took a step back and covered my nose.
He is still the same, with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary temperament, and there is no trace of the master's demeanor in him. He is the type that cannot be found in the pile of shame.
In terms of changes, his teeth are probably more yellow, not like the burnt yellow caused by smoking, but dark yellow, accompanied by bad breath. No wonder he uses a scarf to cover his face when talking to people, probably because he is afraid of injuring people when he opens his mouth.
.
I held my nose and asked: "You haven't answered my question yet, why did you come to Qiandao Lake? Also, what's on your body"
He grinned and said: "Little friend, I'm surprised to meet you here. It seems we are destined. I just came here to get back my Shou Geng cabinet. As for Zhierjin, do you think that kind of
Can things control me forever?”
The next second, the smile suddenly disappeared from his face, and he looked at me and said coldly: "My duty is to protect Jiamusi. If it weren't for the influence of Partridge Woman's Zhierjin, including Madman Xie, I would have been a
No one can even think of leaving Jiamusi."
"In the end, all this is thanks to you. I didn't expect that you came to the mental hospital with a purpose."
Although I can't beat him, I'm not afraid at all.
I immediately said seriously: "What's the matter? You still want to take me back and lock me up? That's none of my business!"
"Why did you want to go to that damn place for me in the first place! I was also forced by Wu Le! I couldn't help it! Wu Le secretly ordered me to dig tunnels in the mental hospital to save people! The tools I used were all provided by him! He
The person behind this is Zhu Jiqing! Don’t you know about the little newsboy Zhuge Qing? He wants to make a big game!"
"But even though Zhuji Qing and his other agencies had exhausted all their agencies, they didn't realize that those who escaped not only survived! They even united to form the Old Martial Arts Association! That kind of poison made Xie Qirong break through the bottleneck for the second time! This is called the impermanence of things! Human beings
It’s not as good as God’s calculation!”
Shi Wuchang sneered: "You are right, I went south this time just to deal with this matter."
I laughed.
"Deal with this matter? It's too late. How are you going to deal with it? Are you able to challenge all the masters of the old martial arts association alone? I know you are very strong, but let's not talk about why Ku Fist is Wu and Bing Ye's group, but Xie Qirong
, are you sure you can handle it?"
Shi Wuchang shook his head and said: "I told you, including Madman Xie, one of them counts, even if all of them come together, it will be useless."
"Over the past year or so, do you think he is the only one who has made a breakthrough? To tell you the truth, my Liujia Three Corpses Technique is now only half a step away from killing three corpses. Looking across the world, I don't take anyone seriously.
."
He pointed at me and said: "Look if you don't believe me, I am going south this time to come and play in accordance with the old martial arts rules. I represent the Changchun Club. It doesn't matter who the old martial arts club is. If they can stop me, the Changchun Club will recognize their status."
, conversely, if no one can stop me, then they will disband on the spot."
At this point, Fei Wuchang suddenly sighed: "Hey, although we have different positions, we are all old friends who have known each other for many years. I don't want to see the bloody storm in the world in the near future. This is the most peaceful thing I can think of."
way of handling.”
After hearing this, I was speechless and said: "What you said is so damn nice. What do you mean you don't want to cause a bloody storm?"
"You, the Changchun Club, are obviously afraid that if you fight with the old martial arts club, both sides will suffer losses! Then Zhao Qingwan's puppets will take advantage of it! In my opinion, the door-to-door kicking you mentioned is probably just a cover, just for the Jianghu.
People on the Internet can see it! I’m afraid you still have some secret plan from the little newsboy Zhu Jiqing, right?”
Shi Wu Chang's face changed slightly, and he stood there with a sullen face and said nothing.
"Let me guess, what does little newsboy Zhuge Qing want to do??"
"Um"
I touched my chin and thought for a minute, then shook my head and said, "I can't guess it yet."
Shi Wuchang said calmly: "If you can guess it, then I can only kill you to silence you, but you are not simple. Famous teachers give birth to great disciples. I know that the thief master you followed is called Silver Fox Wang Xiansheng. I was listening in the meeting.
Zhuge Qing mentioned this person's name more than once."
He looked at me again and said: "My little friend, be prepared for danger in times of peace. Don't underestimate Witch Zhao's puppet show. A biting tiger can't bark. If you don't pay attention in the future, whether it's the Changchun Club or the old martial arts club, you may be killed."
Swallowed by the silent tiger."
"Forget it, for a little thief like you, why should I tell you this? You don't know the specific situation of the puppet society."
I remained silent on the surface, thinking to myself: "The Puppet Theater on the Third Ring Road of Beijing is their base camp. The so-called puppets lead the way, and there is always spring all year round. It is divided into three parts: Kuding, Wuchang Hanging Guests, Sticky Rods, Embroidered Clothes and Guanyin Society."
, corresponding to the intelligence department, disciplinary department, public relations department, force department, and financial department. I don’t understand this? I’m a fucking seventh-level Kudin. This title is equivalent to the deputy director of the Puppet Club’s financial department.
Although I have never worked a day."
Shi Wuchang came over, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "By the way, can you do me a favor?"
"What help?"
"It's like this. I've been in this town for almost a week. I'm looking for a young apprentice I took in a few months ago. I can't contact him. I want to get my Shougeng cabinet back because I'm not familiar with the local area.
, so I want to ask you to help me find him."
I rubbed my face vigorously.
Although I had expected that this scene might happen, after it actually happened, I just felt that there were too many coincidences in the world.
Li Kangyang asked that boy to kill me, and that boy was Shi Wuchang's new disciple. Now I met Shi Wuchang again, and Shi Wuchang couldn't contact that boy anymore.
"I can help. I know him. Is the name of the young apprentice you are talking about Li Baoshan? This person lost his basic sense of taste and smell because of an accident when he was a child?"
This time Shi Chang Wu Chang was in a daze. After listening to me telling the whole story, he shook his head and sighed: "Blessed Boundless Heavenly Lord, it seems that everything is fate that brings us together here. If you can help me get my things back, then
In return, I can treat you to a good shit meal."
"Get out! I don't like that!"
Knowing he was joking, I yelled.
But he said with a serious face: "Don't be too busy refusing. Do you still remember what I told you in Jiamusi? This human shit is a different kind of delicacy in the world. When you take off your colored glasses to look at it, you will
You will find that the steaming appearance is like the delicacies on the plate at the Manchu banquet, and the golden light will emerge the moment you open the lid."
He completely ignored my pale face at the moment, just closed his eyes, shook his head and said: "The old Zen master Shi Jingtan of the Song Dynasty once wrote a poem to describe this delicious food. In his poem, he said that he came from deep mountains and white clouds and came here by chance to send me a message.
When you are free, don’t come and ask me about the Taoism of immortals and Buddhas, we are all shitheads.”
After saying that, he took out a small bag of opened ketchup from his arms, which was similar to the ketchup used at KFC burger restaurants for dipping French fries.
He introduced to me: "I have recently invented a new way to eat it, which is to add this small bag of tomato sauce, half a bag per pound, which adds a touch of sweetness between the aroma and smell, which is an endless aftertaste.
, it will taste better if you drink it as soup."
After listening to his words, I slowly took out a cigarette from my pocket, my hands were shaking.
At this moment, I can only use two words to describe the idea of impermanence.
