Zhang Mingtuo and his old lover Liu Xihua now chose a secluded hillside, settled in a cottage, and lived like hermits.
It has to be said that of course Zhang Mingtuo would not engage in men farming and women weaving, let alone live in vain, because his savings are enough to support him to the generation of his great-great-grandson.
That evening, the little Taoist nun Nianxin came to Zhang Mingtuo's house holding a wine jar.
The little Taoist nun Nianxin saw the door open, so she opened her mouth and shouted: "Grandpa Zhang, Grandma Liu, my master dug in the ground today and found several jars of old wine that were buried before. He asked me to give you a jar."
"Okay, Mr. Qiu still has a conscience." Zhang Mingtuo rolled up his trouser legs and walked out of the vegetable garden in the backyard. He said with a smile: "Nianxin, why don't you have dinner at Grandpa Zhang's place?"
The little Taoist nun thought and shook her head: "No. Mom is still waiting for me to go back."
"Okay. Then go ahead."
Zhang Mingtuo took the wine jar, looked up and suddenly saw a tall man wearing a burqa appearing in front of him, so he quickly sent the little Taoist nun back.
The little Taoist nun Nianxin glanced at the tall man strangely and found that he could not see his face clearly. She hesitated for a moment, then turned around and left.
"The house is in a human environment without the noise of cars and horses. It's such a good place and a good life."
The face of the burqa man was vaguely visible, but his voice was very cheerful: "Is this wine specially prepared for me?"
"Then don't think about it."
Zhang Mingtuo obviously recognized the person coming, but he didn't have a good look on his face: "You don't stay well in southern Xinjiang, but you dare to run out, aren't you afraid of death?"
"The Gu Land in Southern Xinjiang has trapped me for more than forty years, and that's enough."
The man in a burqa sat down on the stone bench in front of the house, and with a casual hook, he hooked the wine jar that Zhang Mingtuo was holding through the air.
With a pat, the mud seal fell off, and the rich and mellow aroma of the wine spread instantly.
"Well, the taste is quite good. It has been buried for at least sixty years." The man in the burqa was not polite at all. He lifted the edge of the altar and poured it into his mouth. "It feels good, it feels so good."
Zhang Mingtuo stood on the side with his hands behind his sleeves, watching the man in a burqa drinking heavily without any reaction.
"Mingtuo, who is this person?" Liu Xi came out of the room and asked worriedly.
Zhang Mingtuo waved his hand and said calmly: "An old acquaintance, you have nothing to do here, go inside."
"Or else..."
Liu Xihua was worried and said.
But before she could finish her words, Zhang Mingtuo interrupted her and scolded her softly: "I asked you to come into the house. Stop lingering. Don't you even listen to what I say?"
"Then be careful." Liu Xihua pursed her lips and decided to do it first.
Here, the man in a burqa had already drank half of the jar. He placed the jar of wine on the stone table and looked at Zhang Mingtuo: "It's rare that I actually found a woman, and she looks pretty good."
"Okay, you're not here to reminisce about the past, are you?" Zhang Mingtuo suppressed his unhappiness and asked calmly: "Speak directly if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush."
The burqa man shook his head and said with some disappointment: "Zhang Mingtuo, how come we have been friends for nearly forty years, so why are you so cold to an old friend?"
Zhang Mingtuo clarified: "Don't be too close. You and I just met forty years ago, and we have no friendship."
"Okay. Since you don't recognize this friendship, let's talk about the deal." The burqa man looked at the sky and decided to get straight to the point: "Do you still remember that forty years ago, you promised a
thing?"
"You also said it was forty years ago, so you must not remember it." Zhang Mingtuo pretended to be confused: "I have Alzheimer's disease now, and I can't remember many things clearly."
"Haha, you're just pretending to be confused, aren't you?" The man in the burqa revealed: "Forty years ago, your master took you to the Gu place, you don't remember it?"
"You and Allen, the rising star in the assassin world at that time, and Lu Ren, the leader of the dark team, also met there, and you don't remember either?"
"Also, your first love is still in Gu Di, and you don't remember it?"
"..."
Zhang Mingtuo saw that he was showing off his madness as he spoke, probably because he was drunk, so he couldn't help but said coldly: "Are you done?"
"That's almost it." The burqa man sighed, "I haven't been out for forty years, you should be considerate."
Zhang Mingtuo didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense, so he asked again: "What do you want to do with me?"
"I want to invite you to go to the Gu Ground." The man in the burqa said in a sleepy tone: "Your master is still there. You left him there back then. Don't you feel guilty at all?"
Zhang Mingtuo snorted coldly: "It's his own fault. Why should I feel guilty?"
"I heard that you have a disciple now." The burqa man couldn't help but sarcastically said: "If one day, he betrays you and abandons you when you are in the most difficult time, will you think this is retribution?"
Zhang Mingtuo laughed: "This kind of thing can't happen."
"It seems that you value your disciple very much." The burqa man chuckled twice and then said: "What a coincidence, she is now interested in your disciple and plans to invite him to visit the Gu place.
"
"Haha, then she is seeking her own death!" Zhang Mingtuo said with a sneer.
The burqa man showed a surprised look: "Aren't you worried?"
"That kid is just a monster." Zhang Mingtuo sneered and said disapprovingly: "It's you who should be worried. The Gu clan, which has been inherited for nearly ten thousand years, is probably about to be destroyed."
"Hahahaha." The burqa man laughed wildly, pointed at Zhang Mingtuo and said: "Your master is very crazy, and you are even crazier. I guess your apprentice must be crazier than you!"
Zhang Mingtuo said calmly: "You should have sent someone to contact him, right? Didn't the results come back to you?"
"We did send someone over." The man in the burqa suppressed his smile, "There is no response yet, which means that your apprentice has either been subdued and taken to the Gu ground. Or he has been eliminated."
"I think you're just saying the opposite." Zhang Mingtuo shook his head and warned: "You shouldn't provoke that demon king. He is very lazy, but he also holds grudges. Since you have already taken action, I advise you
It’s better to go back early and prepare for the funeral.”
The burqa man's face turned cold: "It seems that you don't plan to go back with me?"
"What do you mean by going back?" Zhang Mingtuo said coldly: "I have nothing to do with it, and you may not be able to go back."
The burqa man had a puzzled look on his face: "What do you mean?"
"You'll know when you look back." Zhang Mingtuo shrugged sympathetically.
The burqa man's expression suddenly changed, and he turned back quickly, his eyes widening involuntarily: "How could you..."
"Is it you idiot who is plotting against me?" Xia Tian stood on the stone on the roadside with a casual expression, "Master, how come you always know such idiots who hide their heads and tails?"
Zhang Mingtuo glanced at Xia Tian and said casually: "If you don't open your mouth and shut up, you are an idiot. Please be polite when you speak."
"Are you Zhang Mingtuo's apprentice?" The burqa man also recovered from his shock, "Where is Qingteng? How did you get rid of him?"
"Get rid of it?" Xia Tian curled his lips: "I have already killed that idiot."
The man in a burqa sneered, pointed at Xia Tian and said to Zhang Mingtuo: "You ghost doctors are really crazy about competing with each other. Ivy has no roots and is immortal."
Xia Tian said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I like to kill immortal things."
"Forget it." The burqa man didn't bother to worry about it so much, and said calmly: "Since you master and disciple are all here, then come with me."
Xia Tian looked at Zhang Mingtuo: "Master, where does this idiot want to take you?"
"Are you going to travel to southern Xinjiang?" Zhang Mingtuo said angrily.
"Southern Xinjiang, over the Tianshan Mountains?" Xia Tian asked.
"Oh." Xia Tian nodded, but did not refuse: "It's good. The hometown of Little Long Leg Girl and Little Yiyi's wife is also over there, so it's not too far."
Zhang Mingtuo said angrily: "If you want to go, then you can leave. Anyway, I won't leave again."
Xia Tian blinked: "Master, have you been there before?"
"It's none of your business." Zhang Mingtuo was too lazy to answer: "If you want to go, then go by yourself. I still want to enjoy my old age in Zhongnan Mountain."
"It's okay for one of you, master and disciple, to go." The man in the burka felt that Xia Tian was quite cooperative, and said with a smile: "Anyway, each school of medicine requires at least two people to go to Gu Di."
"Two people?" Xia Tian tilted his head: "Master, do you secretly have an illegitimate child?"
Zhang Mingtuo glared at Xia Tian: "You are the only one who has an illegitimate child!"
Xia Tian asked with some confusion: "Then if you don't go, I will go alone, why are there two people?"
The burqa man smiled and said: "Haha, Zhang Mingtuo, it seems you didn't tell your apprentice about the ghost doctor lineage."
"What's there to say?" Zhang Mingtuo said unhappily: "It's not about the Guangzong Yaozong. Although Xia Tian is my apprentice, he has nothing to do with the ghost doctor lineage."
The burqa man laughed: "That's not your decision."
"Master, what stories are you hiding from me?" Xia Tian said with some lack of interest: "But forget it, I don't like to hear it even if you tell it."
"Did you know that you also have a master, who is your master's master?" The burqa man explained with a smile: "Forty years ago, they encountered something in the Gu land, and your master directly killed him.
His master was thrown there, but he ran out, do you think he did the right thing?"
"Yeah, there's something wrong." Xia Tian yawned.
The burqa man was stunned: "You actually said you did it right?"
"I know very well who the master is." Xia Tian said casually: "Since he abandoned that master and escaped, it means that the master must be a waste and not a good person."
"Why do you make such a definition!" The burqa man shouted angrily: "You haven't even met your master, and you just opened your mouth. It seems that you are also a thief who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors!"
Xia Tian was too lazy to say anything more, and just said to Zhang Mingtuo: "Master, if this idiot has nothing to do with you, then I will kill him."