They all want to kill me

Chapter 285 Long time no see
Li Shuhong was taken aback, "Why is this so? Could it be that Senior Jindao needs a teacher to strengthen his appearance? If so, then I can find a way to contact the master, although it may not be possible."

He felt that Lin Jifeng was testing himself, so he tried it in turn.

What if the real purpose of the family is to come here to banish the immortal?
"No need, you can just pretend to be a good brother." Lin Jifeng rejected Li Shuhong's guess, "And you don't need to appear in public, you just need to go to see the uncle in private."

Li Shuhong suddenly felt something was wrong, "Brother Lin, what happened?"

"Ah..." Lin Jifeng looked up to the sky and sighed, "Uncle Shi, I'm afraid he has run out of oil and the lamp is dry."

"Ah?!" Li Shuhong turned pale with shock, "But my younger brother also had a relationship with Senior Jindao in the capital a few months ago, and he was still very healthy at that time."

"Actually, he was seriously injured at that time, and more than ten years ago he was injured in the Beggars' Gang, and he was able to survive until now only relying on an obsession to support him."

Lin Jifeng sighed: "Although Master Shu didn't say anything, I also understand that he just wanted to see that exiled immortal one last time."

Shaking his head, he was a little melancholy, "Although the uncle is very domineering, he is really blaming himself. The uncle always feels that the rise of the school has nothing to do with him, but in fact, if the uncle made such a big name in the Jianghu I have propped up the sky for the Golden Knife Sect, and I can't revive the division by myself."

Li Shuhong was silent for a while, then said softly: "Brother Lin, please rest assured, this matter is on my younger brother's shoulders."

"That's it. I'm relieved."

Li Shuhong looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, like the calm before the storm.

Then Li Shuhong's eyes dimmed, and he raised his hand to take down the withered yellow leaf in his hand.

Looking at the dead leaves in the palm of his hand for a while, Li Shuhong was speechless for a while.

Inside the Golden Knife Gate, Zhu Gouzi was lying on the bed with a pale face and purple lips.

His chest kept rising and falling, and he seemed to be trying to take a deep breath.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the room, and there was a rotten and dilapidated smell everywhere.

"Cough cough."

He coughed violently, and then collapsed on the bed again.

It's all about the mistakes you made when you were young.
When he was young, in order to make a name for himself, he fought with others in the arena, and then he accumulated a body of hidden injuries.

More than ten years ago, he fought hard against the leader of the beggar gang at that time, and he had already hurt Yuan Yuan.

was hit hard again in Beijing a few months ago
When he was old, he actually felt something himself.

At this moment, the innate body that was originally impeccable is constantly emitting true energy.

The true essence of heaven and earth seemed to be moving away from him as well.

"Xiao San. I'm afraid the old man will come to see you soon."

99 years of life, after all, did not survive the 100 years.

He met Xiao San and that person for the first time when he was less than twenty years old, and their voices and smiles are still in front of his eyes.

But that was more than eighty years ago.

Thinking back on my past failed life, I met that person when I came out of the mountain before I was [-] years old.

At the age of 50, I saw that man's demeanor in the capital but dared not recognize him.

See you in your eighties and drink his second bowl of wine.

At the age of 99, he drank his third glass of wine in Beijing.

Thinking about it this way, the only thing I can be proud of in my failed life is that I have drank the wine of the unparalleled immortal immortal three times.

"Master Uncle, drink some medicine"

The little disciple beside the bed was a little embarrassed, "If you don't drink the medicine, the door will mainly blame you."

"Go away! The old man has traveled all over the world and has never seen anything! Does this age make the old man die on the hospital bed?"

The old man turned his head and beat him to death without taking the medicine.

In fact, this is his only weakness.

He is not afraid of pain or death, the only thing he fears is the pain of medicine.

squeak-

The door opened suddenly, and then Zhu Gouzi heard the voice of his nephew, "Uncle, you still have to drink this medicine."

Zhu Gouzi still kept his eyes closed, "If you say you don't drink, you don't drink! No one in this life can force me to do things!"

Lin Jifeng took the medicine bowl from the disciple, then waved the disciple to go out.

After the disciple left and closed the door, Lin Jifeng slowly blew the black bitter medicine in the bowl, "Master, if you don't drink the medicine, how can you still see that person?"

"Um?!"

Zhu Gouzi suddenly opened his eyes, his dim old eyes were full of light, "Martial nephew, what do you mean by that?!"

"Uncle Shi should know that I am a member of that organization, so naturally he should also know that he is also in it." Lin Jifeng laughed.

Zhu Gouzi said angrily: "But you didn't mean that his whereabouts are erratic, you haven't seen him a few times in total!"

"Not bad, but I asked friends in the organization to help find him, and I finally found him not long ago."

Lin Jifeng said with a slight smile: "He has already arrived at the Golden Knife Gate, but he has never appeared in public. He has always disliked it."

"Really?!" Zhu Gouzi was overjoyed at first, and then sighed, "Don't lie to me, boy, that person comes and goes like the wind and doesn't care about anything, how could he appear here specially for this old man?"

"Didn't the uncle say that he would never be able to resist him?"

"Well, that's all the old man's bragging. In fact, the old man is not very familiar with him."

"But he's coming soon."

"what?!"

Zhu Gouzi sat up straight, "Quick, quick! Help the old man change!"

After that, he snatched the medicine bowl from his nephew and drank the good medicine in one gulp.

Looking at Zhu Gouzi who was suddenly in high spirits, Lin Jifeng's eyes darkened, his eyes were slightly red, "Okay."

Soon, Lin Jifeng helped him put on his clothes and tie his headband amidst the urging of the old man Jindao.

He can no longer dress himself.

The old man Jindao glanced at the golden knife leaning against the bed, he stretched out his hand, but hesitated for a moment, and then ordered: "Martial nephew! Put the old man's golden knife on the table!"

"Ah."

Lin Jifeng's voice was a little choked up, but he obeyed and placed the golden knife that had accompanied Zhu Gouzi for 90 years on the round table, and then he helped Zhu Gouzi move to the table and sit down.

Zhu Gouzi swayed, but in the end, he still tried to sit up straight with his hands on the table, which was already a bit hunched.

Standing behind him, Lin Jifeng's eyes were slightly closed and he stood straight.

The master uncle in front of him trying to straighten his back reminded him of the past.

At that time, it was also the young uncle who used his arms to prop up the sky of Jindaomen.

After waiting for almost a stick of incense, Zhu Gouzi was a little impatient, "Why hasn't he come yet? You don't know how to deceive the old man, do you?"

"Of course I don't dare. Maybe he's delayed because of something. The uncle knows about it. He always comes and goes without a trace, and no one can influence him."

First he explained something, and then Lin Jifeng comforted him, "But the exiled immortal always keeps his word, and since he promised to come, he will definitely come."

"That's true." Zhu Gouzi caressed the gray goatee under his chin, then suddenly blew his beard and stared, "He and this old man are good friends! Do you understand, kid, or old man?"

"Yes, yes, you understand better when you are older." Lin Jifeng was unwilling to disobey his uncle at this moment.

"Bring me a mirror for the old man."

"it is good."

After fidgeting for a while, Zhu Gouzi ordered his nephew to bring a mirror.

In fact, he hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time.

just now
Looking at the face in the mirror with dizzy eyes, drooping eyelids and age spots, Zhu Gouzi couldn't help but sigh, "Damn, I'm getting old too fast!"

"Oh? Are you really old?"

Familiar and unfamiliar voices sounded outside the door.

Zhu Gouzi suddenly looked back.

The door was pushed open, and a man in a green shirt walked in.

That young smiling face.
as before.

(End of this chapter)