Infinite Script Killing

"Bah Liu, Bah Liu..."

Sun Shaohu was still complaining about the injustice of the world, while Xu Tong had already started to eat a big bowl of noodles.

The taste is actually very average, and the toppings are also simple stir-fries.

But the advantage is that the noodles are rolled out by hand and have a solid texture.

This makes Xu Tong miss Grandma Li's hand-made noodles.

In addition to noodles, Mr. Yang also specially asked the cook in the kitchen to cut braised beef for Xu Tong, and also brought out the best wine.

They were entertained with good wine and good food, but their expressions were no longer as casual as before.

After all, it wasn't Xu Tong's performance that was so amazing.

Mr. Yang never imagined that one day a great master would appear in front of him. What was even more terrifying was that just ten minutes ago, Sun Shaohu actually tried to save his life.

Thinking of this, Mr. Yang was already breaking out in cold sweat. He sat next to Xu Tong, neither standing nor sitting, for fear that Xu Tong would put down his bowls and chopsticks and say, "Eat and drink enough," to send you on your way.

If this is really the case, their Sun family's ring instrument class will be in catastrophe, and it will be difficult for gods to save them.

After all, looking at the three religions and nine streams, there is currently no great master.

Of course Xu Tong saw Mr. Yang's nervous expression. In fact, he had no intention of taking action against the Sun family's ringer class. It was not his character to slaughter a group of weaklings.

Besides, the cause of this incident is itself a cause and effect that was determined early.

From the day he became a disciple, he should naturally bear the consequences left by his master Xue Gui.

It's just a matter of numbers, and I don't intend to kill anyone, but when I see Mr. Yang sitting on pins and needles, I feel funny, but I don't point it out, and let them be nervous first.

He continued to eat noodles and drink wine until he was full.

Xu Tongcai looked at Mr. Yang in surprise: "Hey, Mr. Yang, why don't you eat?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome. I'm old and don't eat much."

Yang Lao waved his hands repeatedly and said.

Xu Tong nodded, took out the hookah pipe and tobacco, picked up a handful of tobacco and slowly rubbed it between his fingers.

"Let's talk about our business. Tell me, what's going on with that red coffin?"

Having said this, Mr. Yang did not dare to hide anything this time.

After thinking for a moment, he said: "Do you know there is such a saying, a century-old dynasty, a thousand-year chieftain, a hundred thousand mountains and a ten-year kingdom."

Xu Tong shook his head. The first two sentences were easy to understand, but he didn't understand the last sentence.

"What is the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Years?"

"Ten thousand years is an exaggeration, but one or two thousand years is definitely there."

Mr. Yang explained that this saying is actually widely circulated. When they were still herding cows, they heard this saying from their elders.

It means that during the hundreds of years of human dynasty, the chieftains in the mountains have been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, but there is a more mysterious place in the Shiwan Mountains that has existed for an unknown period of time. There is no record of it in history. I can't find any source, but it exists.

Not many people know this sentence nowadays.

In fact, there were a few more sentences after that, but Mr. Yang himself couldn’t remember them clearly.

The so-called red coffin is said to be the ticket to this mysterious place, where there is a Yin Yang Mountain. There are two evil spirits on the mountain. Anyone who is not buried in the red coffin will be eaten by the evil spirits.

After passing Yin Yang Mountain, you can reach the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Years.

After hearing Mr. Yang's explanation, Xu Tong raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Mr. Yang up and down and said, "Then what do you think?"

"I don't know, maybe it really exists, but it is definitely not an orthodox place. I did hear it when I was a child. The chieftains in the past would sacrifice to the mountains every few years, bringing real gold, silver, gold, jade, and even jewelry. The boys and girls were sent into the mountains, and after each sacrifice, all requests were granted."

Basically everything Yang Lao could say was explained.

But what he knew was limited after all. There was even a special power invisibly shrouded in the red coffin, and Mr. Yang didn't know about it either.

Therefore, Xu Tong did not intend to delve into this issue any further. He slowly put the hookah pipe in his mouth and played with the suona in one hand.

This suona has been around for some years, and you can see a thick layer of translucent patina on it.

After holding it in his hand and playing with it for a while, he felt that it was quite heavy. He looked at Mr. Yang sideways and said, "I'll do a magic trick for you."

After speaking, he stretched out the suona in front of Mr. Yang, and then with a twist of his fingers, the suona disappeared out of thin air.

Yang Lao was stunned for a moment when he saw this, but he didn't show much surprise. In an era when great masters have become extinct, even if you say that a grand master is a god, Yang Lao will believe it.

Xu Tong smiled and glanced at the description of the item in the prop book.

I found that this thing still needs to be appraised, but it can be inferred that this thing should be a heritage item of the ringer class.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Tong took out the suona.

At this time, Sun Shaohu and three other people, as well as the young men just now, all walked in.

Sun Shaohu knelt down in front of Xu Tong without saying a word. Mei Jiugu and Luo Ying followed suit and also knelt down. The few young people behind didn't know what was going on, but when they saw Sun Shaohu kneeling down, they also knelt down. .

"It's my fault alone. Please be noble and don't involve my children."

Yang Lao's face changed slightly when he saw this, but he didn't stop him. He just looked at Xu Tong, hoping that for the sake of his old face, he could spare them.

It's not that they haven't thought about escaping, but if they can, the monks can't escape from the temple. The place really wants to kill people. With the unpredictable methods of ghosts and gods, there are many ways to kill them cleanly without leaving any traces.

Even a top-notch police detective would be unable to find a shred of evidence.

Xu Tong said nothing and continued to smoke slowly. Looking at Sun Shaohu who no longer had any dignity in front of him, his eyelids gradually turned into a gap and he asked: "If the person kneeling on the ground today was me, would you let me go?" .”

Upon hearing this, Sun Shaohu clenched his fists and his eyes became confused for a moment.

"Yes, definitely."

Seeing that he was silent, Mr. Yang quickly spoke and assured: "He just wanted to vent his anger for the old lady, and he had no intention of killing anyone."

If it was Mr. Yang, Xu Tong would definitely believe him, but Sun Shaohu was different. In order to deal with him, he even recruited mountain ghosts at any cost.

If I didn't have Baishankou and my strength was inferior, it would really not be an easy task to deal with him.

Sun Shaohu seemed to know that he was in the wrong. He was already very old and wanted to find another reason for himself, but he blushed for a moment and didn't know how to quibble.

"Hey, I don't have to kill you, but let's make a deal!"

Seeing Sun Shaohu's flushed face, Xu Tong's smile grew stronger for a moment, and then he glanced at the young people behind them.

He glanced left and right and suddenly noticed the most inconspicuous little fat man.

The little fat man looks very honest and honest. He looks like he is eleven or twelve years old. He has a chubby face and a big crew cut. He looks like a fool. His father is so stupid that he opens the door for a fool.

Xu Tong waved to the little fat man.

The little fat man didn't know what was going on, but at this moment everyone's eyes were focused on the little fat man.

Sun Shaohu didn't know what Xu Tong was going to do, and he was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Xu Tong brought the little fat man closer, measured it up and down for a moment, showed a very satisfied expression, and handed the suona in front of the little fat man.

"what's your name."

"Clan security!"

The little fat man looked at Xu Tong nervously.

"Give it to you!"

Everyone was stunned and didn't know what Xu Tong was going to do. The little fat man didn't know whether he should take it or not, so he could only look at Sun Shaohu.

Seeing this, Xu Tong couldn't help but put the suona into the little fat man's hand.

Then he said to Sun Shaohu who was aside: "You can pass on all your skills to this little fat man. I'll give you twenty years. After twenty years, if this little fat man can't become a grandmaster, hehehe... don't even think about living." .”

The smile on Xu Tong's face became brighter and brighter, but anyone could feel the fierce murderous aura.

When Sun Shaohu and others heard this, they were instantly dumbfounded.

Not to mention Sun Shaohu, even the cheerful Mr. Yang frowned.

This little fat boy was none other than the eldest grandson of their family, but Sun Shaohu didn't like this lazy and stupid child from the bottom of his heart, and the child also had hearing problems.

Perhaps it was precisely because of his poor hearing that the child had been clumsy since he was a child. In addition, he loved to eat, which made him chubby since he was a child. Therefore, Sun Shaohu never thought of letting his eldest grandson inherit the mantle.

On the contrary, he valued another child, Zu'an's cousin. That child had an aura at first glance, and it was obviously the best one to inherit the mantle.

Who would have thought that Xu Tong had decided on this matter now, and would also make a twenty-year agreement.

If you want a hearing-impaired person to become a musical instrument master, it is no less difficult than if you want a blind man to win a shooting gold medal, not to mention that Xu Tong is still a master? ?

How is this possible?

Sun Shaohu even had some doubts. Was this an excuse for Xu Tong to deliberately destroy their family? ?

In twenty years, they did not dare to expect that the young Xu Tong in front of them could advance to the coffin before them, not to mention that the Grand Master's lifespan itself was unusually long.

"Hey, it's settled."

Xu Tong slapped his thigh, as if he had agreed on the matter with Sun Shaohu: "Twenty years later, I will come again. No matter if you are here or not, this little fat man must wait for me here."

After saying that, he didn’t forget to pull off a piece of Sun Shaohu’s hair, hold it on his finger and shake it: “Just because of your hair, if anyone in your family wants to run away, I can find him even if it’s the end of the world. come out."

After saying that, he strode out of the door.

Yang Lao hurriedly chased him out, but when he walked out of the door, Xu Tongren was already far away.

"Headmaster, twenty years is a bit short, isn't it? Even if this little fat guy has a good destiny, if he wants to become a grand master..."

On the way back, Da Ya lay down on the chair at the entrance of the hall and turned into a girl, playing with her furry tail with a lazy look on her face.

In fact, she also saw that the little fat boy was the real treasure of the Sun family. He was reserved and quiet, but he was already a blockbuster even if he didn't sing. He looked silly but he had a delicate heart.

Thinking of the little fat man's fat body, Da Ya couldn't help but swallow her mouth and spit.

But even so, how could the Grand Master be so easy to achieve? Not to mention that it is the Age of Ending Dharma, even moving forward to the Great Unification Dynasty is not that easy.

"Grandmaster doesn't necessarily mean this. Can't he be a music guru? As long as people recognize him, he is a guru."

Xu Tong has seen the fate of this little fat man. He is a typical late bloomer. He may not even achieve anything in the next ten or twenty years.

As the saying goes, it means that the mind is not clear.

But if he were to be over thirty and reach his thirties, he would definitely be like a hidden dragon emerging from the water and make an astonishing leap.

If the Sun family can really train patiently, this little fat man will never have the opportunity to create a world of his own in this field in the future.

On the other hand, Xu Tong didn't want the inheritance of the ring instrument to be cut off like this, leaving behind the twenty-year agreement, just to torment old guys like Sun Shaohu and make him feel bad.

When they thought about Sun Shaohu and the others who had spent ten or twenty years teaching them, but were finally overwhelmed by this little fat man's stupid qualifications, and when they were already desperate, the little fat man suddenly had an idea, and the diaosi counterattacked.

That scene...sigh, I still feel it.

Just as I was thinking about it, I returned to the farmhouse. When I opened the door, I saw an old man lying on a rocking chair and looking at Xu Tong with a smile: "You are back. The food is cold. I will heat it up for you."