What to do with a full-scale life

Chapter 341 The Cubs of East Eighth District

"It's been really weird lately."

On the afternoon of the first day of the new year, Ying Zai, who had been busy all day, was leaning against the counter while eating mahua and looking at his mobile phone. The tragic live accident in the WW mountain area last night was playing on the mobile phone. Although the video was only ten seconds long, Ying Zao I've watched it several times already.

"The devil walks everywhere, the highest is not as good as a dog. It's outrageous." Ying wiped her hands on her pants, and then looked at the comment area: "The netizens in the comment area have everything they say, but none of them hit the point. Most people are talking about Cthulhu. This is Cthulhu, this is the native aborigines, and Cthulhu is an extraterrestrial demon."

"Of course during this time, when the curse of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse takes effect, demon gods all over the world will become active." Ghost King Huahua, who was also swiping his phone next to him, said, "But they are all little demon gods. It is still relatively difficult to become a big climate.”

"Well, what do you mean you don't shed tears when you see the coffin, right? You Emperor Fengdu may not be afraid of demon gods, but you can't do anything with them, after all, they are not under your control." Ying Shui picked up a bottle of drink and drank it Go on: "When the right time, place and people and the three-in-one demon god appear, you won't be able to cry."

"whispering sound……"

Ghost King Huahua put down her phone and jumped off the stool: "Brother Zhang, I'm leaving. I have to rush to celebrate the New Year at night."

"Go." Brother Zhang nodded: "If you think the house is deserted, come here to play."

"I know, let's go."

Ghost King Huahua walked to the shadow by the wall, and disappeared after a flicker, while Yingzai raised her head and said to Xiao Zhang, "What do you think?"

"Qing Lingzi will handle it." Xiao Zhang lowered his head and didn't say a word, just handled a fish there: "A pair of demon gods appeared here before, but they seem to have found their hosts and ran away overnight."

"Run away?" Ying Zai asked in surprise, "Then who is to blame for running away?"

"It should be fine, it's not very murderous to the demon god." Xiao Zhang said with a smile: "I don't bother to care about it."

"Anyway, I've learned to be smart now. I don't want to fight with that thing until I have to. It's difficult and disgusting. Anyway, the demon god is like that. Less than one percent of the demon gods can become good. Most of the demon gods end up being stinky. Shit."

Facing the optimistic little brother Zhang who was facing Yingzai, he didn't say anything, because the situation this time may be different, but brother Zhang also knows that the twelve spirits have to get in touch slowly in order to have a future, otherwise they will be combined together now. The ability is less than one-fifth of the peak period, which is obviously not enough, and judging from the current situation, whether it is the twelve spirits or the corpse, they should all walk out of Chang'an Lane.

Except for Yingzai, for a person with his personality, it is enough to just squat in a certain place honestly, he does not need to run around, and he can naturally solve the rest of the problem. Ex-girlfriend can't get anything done.

"But Qing Lingzi really knows how to deal with demon gods? Why do I find it a little hard to imagine, Qing Lingzi doesn't seem like a nosy person."

In fact, it's okay to think this way, because it is Qinglingzi after all. To Twelve Spirits, even his breathing is wrong, so he is not worthy of living at all.Not to mention the fact that Ying smashed to death not long ago, anyway, it should be more or less personal.

Still thinking about it as usual, brother Zhang would never explain this matter, he just smiled perfunctorily, and then went to work on his own affairs, and went to celebrate the first day of the new year when the store was about to close , The window was knocked on.

Little Brother Zhang looked up, and found that it was not someone else outside, but the old Feng who often punched, and beside him was Yu Heng with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Yo, what's the matter? How did you get beaten up like this?" Ying Zai immediately teased: "You can't be so badass?"

The ruthless ridicule made Yuheng instinctively turn his head to the side so that no one could see his miserable appearance, but with leopard prints all over his body, it can be said that he was tragic in all directions without dead ends. It's almost crowing.

But Xiao Zhang walked up to the window and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Old Fengtou smiled, and looked like an old tenant who had no rice at home during the Chinese New Year and came to ask the landlord's house for some rice. He half bowed and said to Brother Zhang, "Holy Master, I want to ask you something."

Brother Zhang nodded: "What's the matter?"

"It's like this, I don't have much time." Lao Feng pointed to himself: "Lung cancer is terminal."

Brother Zhang frowned: "When did it happen?"

Old Feng waved his hands nonchalantly: "I just found out a few days ago, and I was diagnosed just now."

When he said this, it seemed that the terminally ill person was not himself but an enemy of life and death. Perhaps seeing Xiao Zhang's doubts, Lao Feng quickly explained: "I, life is meaningless , It’s good to see my wife and children when I go there earlier. I’m afraid this kid doesn’t have so much time to train, so I want to ask the Holy Master to find a way to take my abilities to the soil like this. I am a little sorry for my first teacher and my father, you see..."

Having said that, there was not a word of sadness in the whole process, but even the wind was bleak, and even Ying Zai was no longer so presumptuous, sitting quietly and listening.

"Just need a place where you can train him, and where you can prolong your life?"

"Yes, that's what it means." Old Feng said with a smile: "The doctor said that if I am treated conservatively now, it will be less than three months. Actually, I have nothing, but three months is not enough to inherit."

Brother Zhang nodded: "How long will it take?"

"Three years..." Old Feng held up three fingers, then quickly shook his head, changing to five fingers: "Five years..."

Brother Xiao Zhang hummed, and clapped his hands together, and Lao Feng and Yu Heng disappeared.

"Ah? Boss, where did you send them?" Ying stepped forward and asked curiously, "To the place we went?"

"Yeah." Little Brother Zhang sighed and said, "I set a time for them to come out once five years are up, but the price is that after they come out, Old Feng will leave."

Lei Long laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, after all, it's not the end of the muddle, let him go find his wife and children."

In the fantasy world, Lao Feng returned to his peak state directly. His body organs and reaction speed have all reached the state of 20 years old. On the first night of going there, Yuheng was beaten to lie on the bed and couldn't get up. .

And Lao Feng knew that the five years he had been here were the five years given by the Holy Master, so he really didn't waste any time, eating, sleeping, and playing Yuheng every day, and never slack off.

Generally speaking, Chen Shi taught Yu Heng the fighting spirit and sword spirit, which allowed him to quickly grow from an unknown person to a decent swordsman, not the best in the world but a rare thing.And Lao Feng taught him the fighting methods and fighting spirit, which made him improve his previous skills to a higher level, blending fist and sword, making the invisible become tangible, and the tangible become invisible. Da.

During the five years in it, Yuheng changed from a waste who could only be passively beaten to a top expert who could fight back and forth with Lao Feng without losing the wind, and successfully comprehended the ability to transform energy with form, which was also Chen Shi's work. Special skill.

Although Lao Feng never let Yuheng call himself master, he always said that Lao Chen is Yuheng's master, he will be a master for a day and a father for life, and master and father should not be confused, but he always inadvertently I will say the last thing from time to time, if my child is still there, he would probably be as old as Yuheng by now.

Although Yuheng is naive, he is not stupid. He knows that Lao Feng's daily practice is because he is racing against death with his life. When there is still the last day of the five-year period in this place, Yuheng holds himself The brewed wine found Lao Feng and recognized him as his godfather.

Lao Feng put on airs and didn't say anything, but drank a pot of wine, then patted Yu Heng's head and said repeatedly: "If there is a chance in the future, I must pass on that skill, and don't seek to establish a school. , but seek to open branches and spread leaves.”

Yuheng felt sad because he knew that this was Lao Feng's farewell.But Lao Feng had already said that after he died, he only needed to help him take care of his funeral affairs, and he didn't have to do any work of being a filial son or grandson. As long as he had a tomb to live in, he would have nothing to desire.

That night, the old and young couple sat under the starry sky, drank wine and watched the stars all night. They didn't talk much but they knew the upcoming separation in their hearts.

"Heng."

Lao Feng glanced at his watch: "Go on a good road ahead, the old man won't be able to accompany you after you go out, you go and let that thunder dragon teach you the art, if you master the three skills of sword, boxing, and art, you can take revenge .”

"It's... foster father." Yu Heng lowered his head and said, "But foster father, I don't want revenge that much anymore."

"Bastard." Old Feng scolded: "You know that a man has the capacity to bear the humiliation of his crotch, but you also know that a gentleman has the determination not to be too late in ten years. You have to avenge your revenge, and you have to avenge it with your own hands. You who didn't deserve you If you don’t take it, you can’t give up what’s yours!”

"Yes……"

As soon as the words fell, Lao Feng glanced at his watch again, and sighed: "It's about time."

After finishing speaking, the two of them were enveloped by a white light at the same time, and then the two of them returned to the window. At this moment, Lao Feng suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and then knelt on the ground on one knee. Seeing this, Yu Heng rushed He stepped forward to hug Lao Feng's body and ran outside, but before he got out of Chang'an Lane, he already felt that Lao Feng's body was getting colder, his lips were turning purple, and his body was becoming stiff rapidly. On a cold night, this strange person of this generation ended his ordinary and extraordinary life in this way.

Yuheng didn't collapse, he sent Lao Feng to the hospital, and after the hospital said that there was no way to recover, he began to make arrangements for his funeral. He didn't panic or cry during the whole process, but when he seemed a little vulnerable, he called Brother Zhang and said he wanted to borrow money. When some money was given to Lao Feng for his funeral, Brother Zhang didn't say much, he just sent him the money directly, and said "Old Feng is gone" in the group in Chang'an Lane.

People, those who leave don't matter at all, and those who stay are the ones who stay. Lao Feng's sudden departure made many old guys in Chang'an Lane feel sad, even those who are not familiar with him, but after all It is a neighbor who once looked up and looked down, and everyone felt a little regretful, so the group advocated holding a memorial service for him, but Lao Feng was a mysterious person all his life, and almost no one knew his ins and outs, so the last memorial service Had to give up.

It was just that on the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, everyone went to the funeral home together to say goodbye to Lao Feng.

When the dust settled, Yuheng replaced Lao Feng's son and sent him the last journey. Seeing this great master of boxing skills emerge from the chimney like all other living beings, and floated between the sky and the earth, Yuheng suddenly smiled , He knelt down in the direction of the incinerator and kowtowed three times, muttering in a low voice: "Master, adoptive father, I will not let you down."

Restraining his grief, he returned to Chang'an Lane with Lao Feng's ashes in his hands. According to his wishes, he buried his small box under the big phoenix tree, and next to it carved a simple tombstone with a nine-inch square stone tablet and placed it on the ground. This is the tomb of his heart.

Yuheng sat next to the tomb and had a meal, drank a jug of wine, and then poured another jug ​​of wine on Lao Feng's tombstone, then he got up and went to the small restaurant.

"Please teach me the technique." When he saw Yingsao, he knelt on the ground with a bang, and then kowtowed like a fool: "Please teach me the technique!"

At that time, Ying Zai was eating raw fried octopus flower sausage dipped in sour plum chili sauce, and Yu Heng made him so whole, that the sausage almost blocked his windpipe and left Brave New World.

"No, what's wrong with you?" Ying Zai coughed a few times and asked, "Kneel me and what?"

"Please teach me the technique!" Yu Heng persisted, without any hypocrisy, and continued to kowtow after answering.

Everyone around looked at Lei Long, but Lei Long shook his head: "No, I can't teach. If you want to learn, go to her."

Ying Zai stretched out her finger to Xu Wei, Xu Wei was taken aback for a moment, but before she could react, Yu Heng got up and walked towards her with firm eyes...

"Don't, don't, don't kneel! I'll teach you!!!"

After saying this, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it okay if I teach and I teach?"

As Xu Wei spoke, she cast a reproachful look at her goddamn master, and said with a long breath, "I'll teach you whatever subject you want to learn!"

When she was talking about this, she pronounced her words very hard, just wanting to anger the master, but who knew that Ying Zai didn't care at all, and even said beside him: "The reason why the world's magic is withered is that the teacher is not sincere when leading the disciples. Keep one hand, and it will become fur in the end."

Xu Wei snorted softly, then pinched the Jue with one hand and Yinshu with the other hand, and then swung the hand of Yinshu across, and immediately there were seventeen volumes of spell categories hovering in front of Yuheng: "Choose one."

Yuheng took a deep breath: "I want them all."

"You're dreaming." Xu Wei scolded from the side: "There's mutual generation and restraint inside, I'm afraid you don't know how to die."

Ying smashed to the side and pounded the table with a smile: "You are greedy enough, you want all seventeen Fa-rectifications? Who do you think you are? Erlang God Yang Jian?"

As soon as the words finished, Ying Sister who was eating at the side suddenly had a fierce look in her eyes, and Ying Zai quickly changed her words: "Anyway, don't count on it, it's not the God of Nine Laws, you will go crazy if you practice more than two, and you have to... It’s ridiculous. Honestly choose one first.”

(End of this chapter)