Wu Sheng family

Chapter 59
"Old man, may I ask, if I want to leave this desert and go to the southern grasslands, in which direction should I go?" Guan Moya asked respectfully.

After the old man heard Guan Moya's words, his cloudy eyes moved, and he said, "Grassland? It's a long way from here. You go in this direction. A long time ago, the old man walked out of the desert for ten days. .”

"Thank you, I don't know how to address you?" Guan Moya asked.

After hearing Guan Moya's words, the old man suddenly frowned and remained silent.

Guan Moya was a little confused, so he couldn't help asking again: "Old man? Old man? What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's all right. The old man is old and has a bad memory. He can't remember the past clearly, and no one can know his last name. But it doesn't matter. You can shout whatever you like!" the old man said. He smiled and said, "Young man, what's your name? We are destined to come here. The old man has been here for nearly 50 years, and he has never met a single person. You are the first one! Come on, the old man treats you to a meal." Meal!"

"You can always call me Guan Moya!" Guan Moya replied, but the old man's words made Guan Moya feel a little weird, but he couldn't figure out where it was.

"Okay, then I'll call you Guan Xiaozi!" The old man laughed, but then he muttered to himself: "It feels a little familiar, strange!"

"Old man, what did you say?" Because the old man's last words were slurred, Guan Moya didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, I'm old, I like talking to myself, by the way, you wait here, I'll get the wine and meat!" After finishing speaking, he bent down and got into the broken room behind him.

After a while, the old man took out a lot of pots and pans, which contained a lot of meat and a jar of kumiss.

The old man directly put these on the grass in front of Guan Moya, and said: "Try it, this is the wolf meat marinated by the old man himself. The taste is absolutely unique. In today's world, there is no other semicolon besides this!"

Guan Moya smiled, he felt that the old man in front of him had a sense of humor.He tore off a large piece of wolf meat with his hands, took a bite, chewed carefully, and then said loudly: "En, it's delicious!"

"Come, come, there is also kumiss. It tastes even better when paired with this wine. The old man traded those wolf skins for the herdsmen in the south." The old man poured a bowl of kumiss and handed it to Guan Moya.

Guan Moya was not too polite, took a big sip of the kumiss, then wiped the stains from the corner of his mouth and praised: "It really tastes better! But I have also drank this kumiss before, it tastes good, but old man, you pick it The prepared wolf meat is unique!"

Hearing Guan Moya's praise, the old man immediately smiled and said: "This old man doesn't boast, this is a unique skill that the old man has practiced for 50 years! Huh? Guan boy, what's wrong with you?"

Guan Moya was fine at first, but when he heard the second half of the old man's words, he suddenly had a little understanding in his heart, so a trace of doubt appeared on his face.But the old man's question immediately woke up Guan Moya, so he said: "Old man, didn't you just say that you can't remember the past?"

"That's right, the old man said it, what's wrong?" the old man asked a little puzzled.

"Then why do you still remember 50 years?" Guan Moya asked, it was the same reason why Guan Moya felt strange before, but when the old man said 50 years for the first time, he didn't realize it for a while.Now referring to 50 years again, Guan Moya finally grasped the doubts in his heart.

"Oh, that's it. It's not a big deal. The old man only remembers the past fifty years, and he doesn't remember anything before that!" The old man replied.

Hearing this, Guan Moya nodded. Since the old man didn't have the intention to find out what he meant in the past, he didn't need to worry about it.After all, it's been 50 years, so we should take care of everything, right?

"Oh, that's how it is, old man, Guan Moya toasts you, thank you for your hospitality!" Guan Moya raised his bowl and said.

The old man laughed and picked up the bowl and touched Guan Moya.

"En?" Guan Moya was stunned for a moment, because the old man suddenly put down the bowl in his hand when he was about to drink.

"Murderous!" The old man said softly.

"Murderous?" After hearing this sentence, Guan Moya subconsciously used his consciousness to sense the surroundings, but he didn't find anything wrong.Looking at the old man in front of him, Guan Moya laughed secretly in his heart: "What are you thinking about? The old man in front of you is just an ordinary person. There is no need to take his words seriously. It seems that I still haven't gotten rid of the black-clothed man. The shadow I brought!"

Seeing the unbelieving expression on Guan Moya's face, the old man suddenly said seriously: "Young man, don't believe it. The desert wolf that the old man has hunted for 50 years is born with a feeling that is different from ordinary people! Here it comes!"

When Guan Moya heard this, he felt disapproving, but he didn't want to directly reject the old man's kindness, so he didn't know how to answer for a while.

But when he was in a dilemma, his body suddenly shook, because at this moment, Guan Moya finally felt dozens of auras coming towards him quickly, and he was very familiar with these auras.

"Haha~~~Guan Moya, you escaped quickly, making it easy for me to find you!" A burst of laughter resounded in the air, and then the black-clothed leader appeared in front of Guan Moya with his subordinates.

Guan Moya stood up and stared coldly at the men in black. Now he didn't have time to worry about how the old man knew that someone was approaching. Now he was afraid that he would be doomed.

"Old man, hurry up!" Guan Moya said via voice transmission to the old man beside him.

Hearing what Guan Moya said, the old man looked at Guan Moya, then at the man in black opposite him, and walked slowly towards the cabin.

"It's just an old ghost who is about to fall into the ground. After Guan Moya is taken care of, it won't be a matter of killing him!" The leader of the man in black waved his hands at his subordinates.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the old man who entered the room suddenly came out of the room again, and there was something more in his hand, but this long strip was wrapped in a piece of rag, so it was hard to see what was inside.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old man walked up to Guan Moya, stuffed the things in his hands into Guan Moya's hands, and said: "Although the old man doesn't know whether this knife is mine, but this knife is with me. In the past 50 years, it has contributed a lot to hunting the desert wolf, and I will give it to you today, I hope you can make good use of it!"

Guan Moya was a little moved. Although he met this old man for the first time, he had harmed him. After all, these men in black would never survive after killing him.

"Old man, thank you for your treasured sword! Hurry up!" Guan Moya said.

The old man nodded, patted Guan Moya on the shoulder, turned and left in the opposite direction.

(End of this chapter)