Infinite script kill

Chapter 298 Closing
With the sound of returning, the world in front of Xu Tong's eyes gradually quieted down.

A movie-like image flashed in front of him, and the person who first appeared in front of him was not the master, but Chang Miao.

Not long after Xu Tong left, Chang Miao practiced hard in the Shangqing Palace. As the years passed, Chang Miao gained new insights and became happier. There was no such thing as a little Taoist priest coming to the door in reality, and Chang Miao Miao'an practiced quietly in the Shangqing Palace, and with her strong skills, she gradually took down the excrement from several surrounding villages.

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

I also know how many years have passed, Chang Miao's hair has turned white, until one day, a middle-aged Taoist priest came to the door, and wanted to pay for Chang Miao's repairs, but the condition was to let Chang Miao give up the room, because There is a big man who wants to go up the mountain to worship.

Chang Miao ignored it, the middle-aged Daoist was annoyed, he raised his hand and patted Chang Miao's shoulder lightly, never thought that Chang Miao would fall to the ground in response, shouting for burglary, and to call the police, so he let it go Naturally, he claimed 2 yuan from the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was not reconciled, so he went back to seek revenge from the elders of the Shimen, intending to teach the old guy a lesson.

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

It wasn't until noon of the next day that an old man came to the Shangqing Palace. Chang Miao released everyone when he saw the old man. It turned out that the old man was Shu Yuqing.

Shu Yuqing took a look at Chang Miao, and lamented that life is impermanent. Unexpectedly, that impotent dung puller back then has become a great master now.

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

Shu Yuqing stood in front of the gate, looking at the setting sun in the distance, Xue Gui's figure flickered in his deep eyes, and finally sat in front of the gate 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 had a good life when he was young, and even got a lot of benefits from some wandering souls. After a few years, Wang Gong's father passed away. The soup restaurant, the lights were turned on, watching the father appear in the soup restaurant, the father and son parted with tears.

In contrast, Ji Feiyu was a little bit miserable. His master, Mr. Wuju, met a Jianghu enemy when he was out, and was plotted to death. Ji Feiyu opened a soul coffin for revenge. In the end, although he avenged his blood, he He also lost his life.

The last is Xu Qing.

He wandered around the world as usual, occasionally taking care of those 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 seeing the changes in the country over the years, he always 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 sparkled with curiosity. He knew that he had to leave, but the new changes every year made him reluctant.

Gradually, his memory also began to decline.

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

In a daze, I don't know where I have gone, and I don't know what I am still holding on to.

At night, before dawn, it was unknown how many nights he had stayed in the dark, when suddenly more and more crowds appeared in front of him.

His numb body was involved with the popularity of the crowd, and he gathered at a roadside along the direction of the crowd, just when he was wondering why so many people suddenly appeared.

A resounding sound of music beside his ears made his dull expression tremble, as if this sound of music touched the heartstrings in his heart that had long been numb.

At dawn, the sky turned crimson purple, and then gradually turned royal blue, and the east was slightly pale.

Following the sound of the music, Xu Qing turned around slowly. At this moment, from the other side of the bridge, there was the sound of sonorous footsteps, walking down to the beat of the music.

It was an army that Xu Qing had never seen before. They were dressed in dark military uniforms, armed with rifles, and wore green, blue and white military caps. The golden military emblems on the military caps were shining with dazzling light. There was a fortitude in the eyes.

This kind of look made Xu Qing's heart more excited, and the dull emotions in the depths of his soul seemed to be ignited.

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

Everyone around raised their voices and sang that new world song together.

"Arise, you who will not 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, resounds in the hearts of every audience present, and resounds in the hearts of every descendant of Yan and Huang!

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

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

As the voice fell, Xu Qing's figure gradually disappeared into the crowd. Xu Tong stared wide-eyed, trying to find his trace, but he only vaguely saw a cloth bag in the crowd, holding a hand in his hand. The man in black with a long sail disappeared into the vast crowd holding Xu Qing by one hand.

Xu Tong couldn't see who the man in black was. He could only vaguely see the portraits of various scissors and kitchen knives on the long sail in the hands of the man in black.

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

"clatter!"

A sound like flint and steel sounded in the darkness, and after a while, a flame gradually lit up in the darkness, and the dim yellow light illuminated a thin face.

"Master!!"

Xu Tong's expression changed, and his fists were clenched suddenly. Even though his face was still unbelievably thin, he could still recognize at a glance that the old man in front of him was none other than Master Xue Gui.

The originally plump face no longer had the brilliance of the past, it was so thin that it was out of shape, and even the hair was covered with silver frost.

Xu Tong's eye circles turned red when he saw this.

As the lights became brighter, Xu Tong was stunned for a moment, only to see a young man coming out from the side of the master, supporting the master's arm.

"Master!"

The young man's appearance was very handsome, but he could vaguely recognize the outline of his master Song Lao. The two of them were walking on the street with a lantern in hand. The young man asked about the master next to him puzzled.

"Master, why did we buy such a dilapidated house?" Veteran Song raised the lantern and moved towards the dilapidated door in front of him. Xu Tong could see clearly that this gate was exactly Lao Song's old house!
Xue Gui glanced around, turned his eyes towards the direction of the Drum Tower not far away, and said with a smile: "There used to be a little guy who liked to drink soup here."

"Little guy, is that your friend?"

Elder Song looked around curiously, and when he saw a brightly lit soup restaurant not far away, he couldn't help but smash his mouth, but when he took a closer look, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that it was beef offal soup, and whispered: "I actually prefer to drink mutton soup."

Before the master could speak, he frowned again and said, "Master, this broken yard is too desolate, why don't we plant some flowers at the door?"

Xue Gui thought for a while, then pointed to the open space on the steps in front of the door: "Just plant a tree, a tung tree."

In front of the screen, Xu Tong's eyes were red, watching the master lift his leg with difficulty, he opened his hand and wanted to help, but in the end what he caught was nothing.

Time is still jumping fast...

Master sat behind the door every day, moved a small stool, drank tea, and patiently taught Master Song Lao how to make paper figurines.

Even if the master made a mistake every time, the master was not angry, and patiently taught him little by little.

Occasionally, he would look towards Beiman Mountain and talk to Master about some past events.

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

When the screen jumps again, what comes into view is a black and white photo.

There was no grand funeral, no loud rituals and music, Mr. Song went to all the ringers in L City, but none of them wanted to come, and no one could explain the reason clearly.

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

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

At the simple funeral, it was deserted, and there was not even anyone who carried the coffin for the master.

Large pieces of paper money are sprinkled from the sky.

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

"Unfilial grandson, 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 the master off.

"Hahahahaha..."

Just when Xu Tong felt heart-piercing pain, a very discordant laughter came. When Xu Tong raised his head, he was surprised to find that there was a familiar figure quietly appearing in the crematorium.

"Fool!"

Although it was just the back view, he was sure that it was the figure of a fool, but when he wanted to look carefully, he found that he couldn't find it again.

"Hey hey... Hurry up, this way..."

At this time, the idiot's voice came again, Xu Tong followed the voice, and saw a group of paper figurines carrying a white coffin in the crowd, stepping on the heads of the crowd towards the outside of the crematorium.

Large pieces of paper money fell down like snow, and the fool walked in front of the coffin carrying a flower basket, continuously dropping large pieces of paper money.

"Fool! Master!!"

When Xu Tong saw the white coffin, he knew it was impossible for the other party to hear it, but he still couldn't help shouting out.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the fool's steps stopped for a moment, and then he turned around blankly, his eyes seemed to be able to see Xu Tong, he grinned, waved his hand towards Xu Tong, and turned around with the paper man and the coffin disappearing through the gate...

(End of this chapter)