The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 812 Jing Tianming and the middle-aged uncle

On the carriage heading to Jinghu Medical Village.

Jing Tianming's unusual quietness caught Shao Yu's attention.

Looking at Jing Tianming who was quietly standing beside Gai Nie.

Shao Yu thought for a moment, then approached him without calling the brat by his nickname. He patted the brat on the shoulder and tilted his head towards the door curtain of the carriage, which meant that he wanted Jing Tianming to follow him.

Jing Tianming is an honest child.

He was just like many naughty and mischievous children in later generations.

It belongs to the type of not fighting for three days and then going to the house to uncover the tiles.

However, naughtiness has nothing to do with moral character.

Jing Tianming is not a bad boy, that is to say, he is not the kind of person who says bad things about you while pretending to be a good person in front of you. His emotions are very concrete and you can tell by looking at his expression. , When you are happy, you smile, when you are unhappy, you are quiet. When you are angry, you will not care about the overall situation. You will take revenge first and then go back.

It may not be very pleasant to get along with this kind of person.

The previous depression was because he was suddenly confused about the future. After being inspired to fight by Shao Yu, even though Shao Yu's fists were bigger, people in the team said that he would be the King of Chu in the future, and he was probably a very noble figure. But don’t let his mouth give in!

However, Shao Yu didn't have the intention to force this brat to surrender.

Jing Tianming was not a good-tempered person.

Seeing that Jing Tianming was finally in a high mood, he sat down on the grass pile and ignored the grass clippings stained on his clothes. He even patted the place next to him and motioned for Jing Tianming to sit down and talk to him: "You boy, you used to In the past few days, the convoy has been repelling the Quicksand Wolf Queen, but she has been acting wrong, and she has not yelled to make me look good. I am afraid that you will get sick from suppressing it, so I, the elder brother, reluctantly talked to you. Ting Ting 伱 has been here all day long. What are you thinking about?"

Unlike his father.

"What did you say, boy?"

As a young man, his bloody courage is unstoppable.

Take back the sudden use of provocation.

But there is absolutely no need to worry about being stabbed in the back by this person.

“If you can’t hear it, you can’t hear it!”

"What are you doing?"

"Why!"

Shao Yu smiled and patted this brat on the shoulder.

A strong force came and knocked Jing Tianming down.

Jing Tianming rubbed his head and shouted angrily.

Because this kind of person cannot do such nasty things.

He waved his hands and pretended not to hear.

He added meaningfully: "How about... you say it again?"

Although he and Shao Yu didn't deal with each other on weekdays, Jing Tianming didn't refuse Shao Yu's invitation. Looking at the unconscious uncle Gai Nie on the carriage, he knew very well that he couldn't be of much help. He sighed and opened the door curtain. , came outside the carriage, and Shao Yu jumped onto the carriage behind him by his collar, and plunged into the straw. After two or three seconds, he struggled to climb out.

It wasn't until he saw Shao Yu gearing up that he lowered his voice unconsciously, pursed his lips, and said with frustration written on his face: "Isn't it amazing how big a fist is?"

"I didn't hear that clearly."

"I didn't admit that you were my eldest brother!"

Having said that, Jing Tianming didn't really get into trouble with Shao Yu. He sat down on the haystack next to Shao Yu, half leaning back, crossing his legs, looking at the night sky above his head, and his tone suddenly became a little erratic: " Do you think uncle, will he get better?"

Shaoyu was speechless when asked. This seemed like a question Jing Tianming could ask.

But this is indeed not a question he can answer.

How do I know if your uncle can recover from his injuries?

I'm not a doctor!

Besides, aren't we heading towards Jinghu Medical Village?

I said he can get better, but if the medical fairy at Jinghu Medical Village says he can’t be saved, my explanation will be useless. But if I say he can’t get better, I guess you, a dog born in the year of the dog, can follow me on the spot. Fall out.

Let’s just say, what’s the point of sending a proposition?

Shaoyu sighed tiredly.

Lie in the straw and remain silent.

I made it clear that I just didn’t want to answer.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Shao Yu still found a way to bring this topic to an end. He avoided the serious issues and chose the light ones, which can be regarded as telling the truth: "Your uncle was seriously injured. You know this even if I don't tell you. However, after all, your uncle is..." There are only a handful of great masters in the world. In the battle of Waning Moon Valley, he was able to kill three hundred golden fire cavalry while protecting you. If it were him alone, killing those three hundred golden fire cavalry would be a piece of cake and he would not be injured at all. Da Qin The crossbow array is still strong... Ahem, I'm going a bit far. In short, boy, you should trust your uncle. Don't tell me that we are moving forward. We will definitely reach Jinghu Medical Center before dawn tomorrow. Zhuang, let the best doctors in the world heal your uncle's injuries. Even if there is no Jinghu Medical Village, if a great master really dies so easily, then those people who once fell under your uncle's sword will really die. I’m sorry for this, so don’t worry, your uncle is not a man who can handle clay and won’t break it at the first touch!”

After listening to Shao Yu's words, Jing Tianming was quiet for a long time.

Shao Yu was a little hairy waiting for him.

I thought the brat next to me was autistic.

Then I heard Jing Tianming’s sudden words, which also had no answer and were just a proposition: “You are what they call the Overlord of Chu, and you sound like an incredible big shot. So what kind of person will I be in the future, uncle... What does the future hold?”

Co-authorship is going to be difficult to deal with in the future, right?

How do I know what's going to happen in the future?

Just like you just asked your uncle if he could get better.

How do I know if it's okay?

How do I know who you will become in the future?

I'm worried about this myself!

Shao Yu sighed sincerely, waved his hands, with a look of disgust on his face, and his tone was full of self-deprecation: "Stop talking, King Chu Ba, you didn't see my uncle scolding me. At that time, you have never seen my uncle beating my brother-in-law. It was really a beating to death. While beating me, I asked him if he wanted to change his surname to Liu and become a dog of his Liu family. It would not be good for me either. Face, now they are forcing me to study ancient books every day, and even asking me to apologize to Master Fan. I don’t understand it. Tell me, why did I, Xiang Shaoyu, become what I did later? I really don’t understand. Why didn't I listen to Master Fan at that time? But this debt was just put on my head, and I was very angry!"

As he spoke, the conversation changed.

It’s not like I just blamed Xiang Liang and others.

His attitude became more serious and his brows tightened: "But after I carefully read through the translated history books, I also fell into a long period of confusion. I feel sorry for the eight thousand soldiers from Jiangdong, I feel sorry for the Xiang family, I feel sorry for people like For people like Master Fan who have trusted me, I suddenly understood one day... These are all lessons learned by others for me. Their stories have ended, but mine have just begun. We don’t They should be bound by their other selves. It can also be said that the meaning of their existence is to wake us up and warn us not to follow the same old path they have taken!"

Shaoyu devoted himself to it.

However, Jing Tianming was still confused.

No matter what, Shaoyu found a way.

So where is his path?

How should he go?

When the uncle who had been shielding him from the wind and rain fell.

This twelve-year-old boy could not escape the fate of thinking after all. Although he did not know yet, any thinking he had at this moment was meaningless, because it would only increase his fear, and because in his hands There is no weapon that can fight reality, such as strength.

(End of this chapter)