The thunder gradually became smaller, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky gradually cleared.
In the yard of Tang Mansion.
Zhang Wu was covered in mud and in a mess. He silently picked up Ma Liu's body and turned around and left step by step.
That back is lonely and lonely, and the endless desolation.
Tang Zhan asked anxiously:
"Brother Wu, where are you going?"
Zhang Wu was unable to reply, but just lowered his head, looked at Uncle Six's pale and bloodless face, immersed in sadness.
Shi Bodhi arrived late and looked at the miserable situation at the door of the mansion, with a sad face and a discomfort.
Ma Liu's death is inseparable from him.
But people will die.
I feel sorry for parents in the world. When people get old, they always want to do something for their children.
When you are still able to move and have the ability, clear some obstacles and pave a little road for them to die and be worthy of your children.
Everyone has their own choices, and Ma Liu's life is also very exciting.
He was so powerful that he was the most powerful minister in the country. He even beat up a great hero like Liu Qing and protected the way for an honest official like Jiang Tianhe.
In his later years, he still did not allow himself to lie down.
Killing two great masters in a row and putting down the enemy for his children is worthwhile.
"Bang--"
Shi Bodhi was hit for a moment, blocking Zhang Wu's path, and half of his body was numb, but he could only smile bitterly.
Zhang Wu was already very kind and rational when he didn't get angry with him.
However, this layer of grudge has fallen and will be difficult to untie in the future.
The old monk was used to seeing too much sorrow. He was in his forties and had reproduced for five or six generations, and Shaolin's descendants sent away one after another.
When relatives and friends die, he feels sad, but he will not be distracted from being able to do anything and will not affect his reason.
After weighing the pros and cons, Ma Liu will only have a few years to live. He said that he owes Zhang Wu too much in this life.
It is much better to fulfill the old father's painstaking efforts than to make him unwilling to die and be uneasy after death.
"Master, Wu Ge'er..."
Tang Zhan chased him out of the mansion, worried about Zhang Wu's mental state.
The old monk shook his head and said:
"It doesn't matter, he just wants to get rid of Maliu."
In this way, Zhang Wu walked out of the capital, passed through the village, crossed the mountains, lost his soul, ignored the strange gazes of passers-by, and finally arrived at the Ten Wasteland Mountains.
There are canyons in the mountains and weird valleys. Ordinary people will lose their way when they arrive here, and feel that this place is as cold as hell, and even their souls will be cold and they dare not move forward at all.
Zhang Wu walked through the Feng Shui pattern he arranged, and his eyes suddenly became clear.
The ground is full of magic medicine, butterflies are flying, and the stream is gurgling, like a paradise.
There is a mound next to the medicine field, a grave dug by Uncle Six himself, a coffin he made himself in the field, and funeral paper, shrouds, longevity shoes, etc.
Zhang Wu had red eyes, put Uncle Liu by the stream, tore off a corner of his clothes, dipped it in water, carefully helped Uncle Liu clean up the stains on his face, and then combed his white hair, and sorted it out meticulously.
After taking care of his sixth uncle, he took out his sacrificial clothes and shoes and helped him put them on. Zhang Wu was already in tears.
Uncle Six's former voice, appearance and smile flashed through his mind, but now he is lying on the ground motionless. The huge gap makes his heart tugged and unacceptable.
But nothing is more important than letting Uncle Liu be buried in peace.
Forced to carry on the pain, Zhang Wu picked up his sixth uncle, jumped into the grave, and used one hand to move the lid of the coffin, and was stunned.
The coffin is filled with various thousand-year-old elixirs, with a letter on the top and a token made of thousand-year-old cold iron.
After taking out the letter and token, putting Uncle Six into the coffin, Zhang Wu tore open the envelope and looked like it.
"Xiao Wu, Dad can't accompany you anymore."
With the first sentence, Zhang Wu couldn't help but feel sad, and tears burst out from his eyes.
"When you see this letter, your father should be gone. If it goes well, your father will fight to the death of the two brothers Xiao Jingyi."
"Don't blame yourself. In this life, Dad owe you too much, so let Dad fulfill his father's responsibility."
I paused, and the gap between the next line of writing was a bit large.
"As you think, dad is the Fire King, and Liu Qing sent a secret spy to the undercover court."
"Dad thought that the jailer's peaceful life would continue, and he would make money in prison, and he would send some news from the official's mouth to the shadow guards, and he would go shopping in the kiln every now and then."
"…until I meet your mother."
"She is the courtesan of Chunfenglou. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has countless suitors, but she is still taken down by your father."
"However, after a night of joy, my father ignored her."
"The dead soldier is not qualified to marry, and will only be used as a handle by the Liu family. If he gets close to her, he will harm her."
"Until ten months later, your mother was seriously ill. She dragged her last breath and quietly came to find her father at night and left a swagger baby. That was you."
"Dad is the Fire King, the dead soldier of the Liu family. Children are too luxurious for dad, and they will let us father and son go to hell together."
"It happened that one of the two masters of the prison at that time, my father's friend, your drunkard father's wife was ill and had a corpse and two lives. He was so sad that he was unconscious and almost woke up. My father quietly dealt with the stillbirth and took you
If you give it to him, you will be his son."
"In the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed, and I thought you would be safe and sound for the rest of your life. It's great to be a jailer. At least you don't have to suffer or have no worries about your life."
"Who thinks my child is so promising."
Seeing this, Zhang Wu could imagine Uncle Six's feelings and pride, as well as indescribable worries.
After sniffing, Zhang Wu continued to look.
"I think Xiaowu, you must be very confused. Why are there so many prisoners in the prison? Liu Qing just asked you to buy you a third-rank assistant minister."
"He saw you and I got close to each other and felt that his father was a little out of control, so he wanted to kill you and test his father's loyalty to him."
"Of course, Dad can't let him do what he wants."
"He hurt you many times after that. My father kept holding it over and wrote many letters to let you go, but Liu Qing felt that you were too threatening and never gave in."
"Xiao Wu, you are the lifeblood of your father. Unless your father dies, no one can touch you!"
"Even if he is his father's lord."
"In the battle of Yongchang City, my father could not bear it anymore, and joined forces with the Wood King to kill him."
All the doubts in Zhang Wu's heart were solved.
The handwriting at the back of the letter is obviously thicker than the front one.
It should be that day when he pushed the door open and ran into Uncle Six who was writing a letter, which made him panic and put it away, and then added the contents.
"Xiao Wu, the coffin is full of thousands of years of spiritual medicines found from the Liu family, which is convenient for you to practice in the future."
"There is also a cold iron token that can command Shadow Guard and Black Dragon Platform. No matter how strong one person is, it is difficult to compete with the big forces. It is necessary to control one force."
The last few lines of handwriting are a bit messy, and the lines are full of reluctance:
"Xiao Wu, I'm not hiding it from you. My father is afraid of death. He wants to live for decades more, watching you get married and having children."
"But not."
"Dad is really old, often lacks energy and can't hold on."
"After dad leaves, you will have no relatives in the world, so you must live well."