Infinite Script Killing

With the sound of return, the world in front of Xu Tong gradually became quiet.

A scene like a movie flashed in front of him, and the person who appeared first was not Master, but Chang Miao.

Shortly after Xu Tong left, Chang Miao practiced hard in the Shangqing Palace. As time went by, Chang Miao gained new understandings and became happier. Without the real-life story of little Taoist priests coming to visit, Chang Miao became more and more happy. Miao'an practiced quietly in the Shangqing Palace, and with her strong skills, she gradually took over the shit in several surrounding villages.

Until the policy became more and more relaxed, he quietly passed through the painful period of the country's transformation and ushered in a new era of openness.

I don’t know how many years passed, and Chang Miao’s hair turned white. Until one day, a middle-aged Taoist priest came to the door and wanted to fund the renovation of Chang Miao’s place, but the condition was that Chang Miao would give up the room, because There is a big man who wants to go up the mountain to worship.

Chang Miao ignored it, and the middle-aged Taoist priest felt annoyed. He raised his hand and patted Chang Miao's shoulder. Who would have thought that Chang Miao would fall to the ground, shouting about home invasion and robbery, and wanted to call the police, so he just went along with it. Naturally, he claimed 20,000 yuan from the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was unwilling to give in, so he went back to seek revenge from his elders, intending to teach the old guy a lesson.

As a result, seven people went in and didn't come out again.

It wasn't until noon the next day that an old man came to the Shangqing Palace. Chang Miao saw the old man and let everyone out. It turned out that the old man was Shu Mingqing.

Shu Mingqing glanced at Chang Miao and lamented that life is unpredictable. Unexpectedly, the manure puller who had no power to tie a chicken back then had now become a great master.

Only then did the world know that there was such an incredible person in this Shangqing Palace.

Shu Mingqing stood in front of the door railing, looking at the setting sun in the distance, Xue Gui's figure flashed across her deep eyes, and finally sat in front of the door railing and died with a smile.

The screen turned again, and Xu Tong saw many familiar figures, including Wang Gong, Ji Feiyu, and Xu Qing.

Wang Gong lived a good life and even benefited a lot from some wandering souls. A few years later, Wang Gong's father passed away. On the night of his father's death, he did not keep a vigil for his father, but came to The soup restaurant, with the lights on, watched his father appear in the soup restaurant, and the father and son parted in tears.

In comparison, Ji Feiyu was a bit miserable. When his master, Mr. Wu Ju, met an enemy in the world during an outing, he was plotted to death. In order to take revenge, Ji Feiyu opened a soul coffin. In the end, although he avenged his blood, he himself Also lost his life.

Finally, there is Xu Qing.

He wandered around the world as always, occasionally taking care of the injustices. As the years passed, the heroic spirit in Xu Qing gradually dissipated.

He knew that he could no longer walk freely in the world as usual, but when he looked at the changes in the country over the years, he gritted his teeth and stood firm.

As time passed, his consciousness gradually began to blur. When he saw the car appearing on the street, Xu Qing's eyes flashed with curiosity. He knew clearly that he had to leave, but the new changes every year made him reluctant to leave.

Gradually, his memory began to fade.

Gradually I forgot many people and things, even my own name.

In this state of confusion, I don't know where I have gone or what I am still holding on to.

At night, it was still dark, and he didn't know how many nights he had been staying in the dark. Suddenly, more and more people appeared in front of him.

His numb body was swept along with the popularity of the crowd, and he gathered along the side of the road in the direction of the crowd. Just when he was wondering why so many people suddenly appeared.

A loud sound of music in his ears made his dull expression tremble. It was like this sound of music that touched the heartstrings in his heart that had been numb for a long time.

At dawn, the sky turns purple, then gradually turns sapphire blue, and the east is slightly fish-belly white.

Following the sound of the music, Xu Qing slowly turned around. At this moment, sonorous and powerful footsteps were heard from the other end of the bridge, marching to the beat of the music.

It was an army that Xu Qing had never seen before. They were dressed in dark military uniforms, holding rifles, and wearing green, blue and white military caps. The golden military emblems on the military caps were shining dazzlingly. Everyone's His eyes flashed with determination.

Such a look made Xu Qing even more excited, and the dull emotions deep in his soul seemed to be ignited.

When a soldier raised the national flag with one hand, the bright red flag spread across the cold wind.

Everyone around him raised his voice and sang the song of the new world together.

"Rise up, people who don't want to be slaves! Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood..."

This is the most majestic music Xu Qing has ever heard in this world. It resounds over the square, in the hearts of every audience present, and in the hearts of every descendant of Yan and Huang!

Even Xu Qing, who was already unconscious, couldn't help but sing along with the high-pitched and majestic voices of the crowd.

As he sang, Xu Qing's cloudy eyes gradually became clearer. He looked at the national flag flying high, his eyes gradually blurred, and he said in a voice that only he could hear: "It's great!"

As the voice fell, Xu Qing's figure gradually disappeared into the crowd. Xu Tong stared with wide eyes, trying to find his trace, but he only vaguely saw a man in the crowd carrying a cloth bag and holding a hand. The man in black with a long sail took Xu Qing with one hand and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

Xu Tong couldn't see clearly who the man in black was. He could only vaguely see that there were no words on the long sail in the hand of the man in black, but there were pictures of various scissors and kitchen knives.

At this moment, the picture suddenly dimmed and fell into darkness.

"clatter!"

A sound like flint sounded in the darkness. After a while, a fire gradually lit up in the darkness, and the dim light illuminated a thin face.

"Master!!"

Xu Tong's face changed, and his fists suddenly clenched. Even though his face was still too thin to be ridiculous, he could still recognize at a glance that the old man in front of him was Master Xue Gui.

The originally plump face no longer had its former luster, it was so thin that it had lost its appearance, and even the hair was covered with silver frost.

Seeing this, Xu Tong's eye circles turned red.

As the lights became brighter and brighter, Xu Tong was stunned for a moment, and saw a young man coming out next to the master and holding his hand on the master's arm.

"Master!"

The young man's appearance was very handsome, but he could still vaguely recognize the outline of his master, Mr. Song. The two were walking on the street holding lanterns, and the young man asked the master beside him in confusion.

"Master, why did we buy such a dilapidated house?" Mr. Song raised the lantern and pointed at the dilapidated door in front. Xu Tong could see clearly that this door was Mr. Song's old house!

Xue Gui glanced around, then looked in the direction of the Drum Tower not far away, and said with a smile: "There used to be a little guy who really liked coming here to drink soup."

"Little guy, are you your friend?"

Mr. Song glanced around curiously. When he saw a brightly lit soup restaurant not far away, he couldn't help but smack his mouth. But when he took a closer look, he saw that it was beef offal soup and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He murmured in a low voice: "I actually prefer mutton soup."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the master to speak, he frowned again and said: "Master, this shabby yard is too desolate, how about we plant some flowers at the door?"

Xue Gui thought for a moment and pointed to the open space on the front steps: "Just plant a tree, plant a tung tree."

In front of the screen, Xu Tong's eyes were red. He watched his master lift his leg with difficulty. He opened his hand and tried to help him, but in the end, he only found nothing.

Time is still jumping quickly...

The master would sit behind the door every day, move a small stool, drink tea, and patiently teach Master Song Lao how to make paper figures.

Even if the master made a mistake every time, the master would not get angry and would patiently teach him step by step.

Occasionally, I would look towards Beimang Mountain and talk to Master about past events.

But his health got worse and he coughed violently every night.

When the screen jumped again, what came into view was a black and white photo.

There was no grand funeral, no noisy ritual music. Mr. Song visited all the ringer teams in L City, but no one was willing to come. When asked why, no one could explain clearly.

Even the coffin shop was unwilling to sell coffins to Mr. Song.

It seemed that the entire Yinxing people were rejecting the master and apprentice. In the end, Mr. Song made a white paper coffin and placed the master in it.

The simple funeral was deserted, with no one even carrying the coffin for the master.

Large swaths of paper money sprinkled from the sky.

Except for the word "Dian", there is no written record of Xue Gui's name.

"Unfilial disciple, I kowtow to you!"

Looking at the black smoke rising from the chimney of the crematorium, Xu Tong finally couldn't help crying and knelt on the ground to see his master off.

"Hahahahaha..."

Just when Xu Tong's heart was almost bursting with pain, a burst of discordant laughter came. When Xu Tong looked up, he was surprised to find that a familiar figure quietly appeared in the crematorium.

"Fool!"

Although it was just a back view, he was sure that it was the figure of the fool, but when he wanted to take a closer look, he found that he could not find it again.

"Hey hey hey... hurry up, go this way..."

At this time, the fool's voice came again. Xu Tong followed the voice and saw a line of paper figures carrying a white coffin in the crowd, walking on top of everyone's heads towards the outside of the crematorium.

Large pieces of paper money fell down like falling snow. The fool carried a flower basket and walked in front of the coffin, constantly dropping large pieces of paper money.

"Idiot! Master!!"

When Xu Tong saw the white coffin, he knew that the other party couldn't hear it, but he still couldn't help shouting.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the fool's pace paused for a moment, and then he turned around blankly, as if he could see Xu Tong, grinned, waved his hand towards Xu Tong, turned around and took the paper man and the coffin with him. Disappeared outside the gate...