Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 21 Thousands of fires flying across the dark river

Towards dusk, a light rain fell in Guangzhou.

The rain was not heavy, but it made the sky even darker, as if it had already reached the scene after sunset.

Guan Luoyang took the coach and Ma Zhixing with him, and was now hiding under a bridge hole.

The bridge is low, surrounded by overgrown weeds, and the humidity is extremely heavy. Beggars are not willing to come here, but it is a good place to hide temporarily.

When the head teacher took Guan Luoyang to find the small ancestral hall, he had detoured along the way, and pointed out these places to pay attention to, so that he could temporarily retreat in case something went wrong.

He has a wealth of experience and experience in this area, and this retreat was really useful, but it's a pity that the person who was still energetic and paying attention at that time, now his breath is weak and his eyes are cloudy.

Guan Luoyang pressed on him carefully, his left elbow was dislocated, and his ribs seemed to be broken, but they should not have penetrated into the internal organs, and they were not directly fatal injuries.

But the instructor was panting more and more, his face turned red, and his forehead felt hot.

Ma Zhixing also came closer, and dropped the brocade box in his hand to the side. He lay on the instructor's chest and listened for a while, and said nervously, "It seems to be a respiratory problem. He had pneumonia and pharyngitis before. Does he often cough?"

The coach has mastered Qi training, how could he have this kind of disease, unless he injured his lungs during the battle just now.

Guan Luoyang's face darkened, and he recalled the frost covering the teacher's chest and abdomen. Although he shattered the thin frost on the outside in time, if the cold air had already penetrated into the body at that time, there was nothing he could do.

If a man's lungs are frostbitten by frost...

Ma Zhixing had already taken off his sleeveless vest. He was also wet all over, so he didn't care too much. He just folded the wet clothes and covered the instructor's chest, and then folded his hands on it.

Guan Luoyang said hastily: "His ribs are injured."

"I know, but there is no other way now. This position should not directly aggravate the rib injury."

Guan Luoyang didn't stop him any more, and watched his movements from the sidelines.

After Ma Zhixing pressed four or five times, he started to choke and cough. He drank a lot of river water when he was walking under the water just now. The positions of the hands are spread apart.

Guan Luoyang knelt down on one knee, stretched out his left hand, and only stretched out the palm of his hand. With his five fingers, the sleeveless vest was squeezed out with water stains time and time again.

Ma Zhixing felt that the rhythm and strength of the opponent's pressing were very appropriate, and even gradually adjusted, which was even better than what he did just now.

The instructor trembled and choked suddenly, opened his eyes and sat up, Guan Luoyang withdrew his hands in time, and put his arm behind his shoulder to make him sit up.

"You, you are all right, it's okay..."

The instructor had lost consciousness when he was in the water before. Seeing that Guan Luoyang and Ma Zhixing were there, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He touched his body with his right hand and took out an oiled paper bag.

Inside the oiled paper bag is the roster. Guangzhou has well-developed water veins and intertwined big and small rivers. Before the coach came, he had expected to use water to act, so he specially made this layer of protection. He used thick oiled paper and thin cotton thread like oiled paper umbrellas There are many circles tied, even if it is thrown in the water and soaked for a few days, it doesn't matter.

He handed the roster to Ma Zhixing and said, "I said I'll give it to you when I get on the ship, but I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until then."

Ma Zhixing was afraid to pick it up, shook his head repeatedly, and said, "You still have help, you still have help, I have quick-acting medicine for the respiratory tract at home, just ask him to go again..."

Ma Zhixing looked at Guan Luoyang. Guan Luoyang cheered up and was about to stand up, but was stopped by the instructor.

"It's useless, my family knows about my family affairs, I have a broken lung, and the medicine has been useless. If I didn't have success in Qi training, I wouldn't even have the opportunity to explain these few words."

When the instructor was speaking, he coughed again with a weak phlegm, and forced a smile, "We did these things, we knew that there would be such a day, if it wasn't for the white-haired person to send the black-haired person, what kind of person is it?" I'm so lucky. Ha cough, cough cough..."

He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, the blood splattered on the soil and on his clothes, all dark in color, the blood at the corner of his mouth and his flushed face were shocking.

When he was about to hand the roster forward with trembling hands, Ma Zhixing could only hold it in both hands.

The instructor's Adam's apple slipped, suppressing the fishy smell in his chest, and turned his neck to look at Guan Luoyang, "Luoyang, I can only ask you to see him off for the rest of the way, you..."

When he saw the gunshot wound on Guan Luoyang's body, his voice froze, "You...do your best."

Guan Luoyang made a promise: "I will definitely let him aboard, I already have an idea."

Although the instructor was in a daze, but just hearing what he said, he already understood what his so-called thoughts were, and his expression changed slightly.

That method is indeed very feasible, but it is too dangerous. If it is said that sneaking into Guangzhou City, there is only a half chance of failure, then the method Guan Luoyang said has almost a [-]% chance of death.

What's more, now that he was wounded by a gunshot wound, he might not even have a [-]% chance of survival.

However, the head coach didn't seem to be able to persuade him anything.

We have come to this point, how many people have been sacrificed along the way?And how many people's desolate sufferings can make these people, regardless of age, embark on the road of sacrifice?
The coach couldn't think of any reason to persuade him, but he just looked at Guan Luoyang, saw himself in Guan Luoyang's eyes, and thought of a poem for no reason.

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples... I have been sick for a hundred years, and I am alone on the stage..."

The whispered words seemed not in the original order, but he had already thought of his life and this devastated country, and felt that every word that came out of his mouth contained infinite bitterness and vicissitudes.

The instructor blinked, and suddenly felt that there were sparks of fire in front of his eyes.

It was a paper boat floating from the upper reaches of the river. During Huaguang’s birthday, monks and Taoist priests would collect flammable sawdust and papyrus from house to house, put them on the paper boat and ignite them, and then send them into the river. , Drifting away along the water.

This is the meaning of sending fire to the Vulcan God. It is hoped that after such a ceremony, the house will not be caught in fire.

Each paper boat represents the prayer of a family.

"These ships are... huh, huh, huh, huh!"

The fire on the river floated in the eyes of the instructor. After staring at it for a while, he laughed out loud, suppressed the sadness that came to his head just now, and said in a serious and slow voice, "Luoyang, if there are gods and ghosts in this world , After I die, I must make a deal with them.

As much bitterness and hatred as I have experienced in this life, I hope that you, and all of you, will have as much joy in your future life.

Do not!You can't just be equal to me, but you must be ten times or a hundred times as good as me. "

Guan Luoyang also saw those flames, and for some reason, he replied casually: "What if they don't want to?"

"No?"

The coach thought for a while and said, "We will die more than the gods in the sky. When the time comes, there will be a lot of people. Ask them, who dares to refuse!"

With a bold smile on his face that he had never seen since he met Guan Luoyang, he opened his eyes to watch the boats on the river getting closer and closer.

Guan Luoyang lowered his head, his breathing could no longer be heard in his ears.

'I will. '

(End of this chapter)