Gao Wu: Log in the next 10,000 years

“I knew it, I have seen so many warriors, I can recognize them at a glance.
You must be a warrior… definitely…”
The old man muttered over and over again, and pulled Lu Sheng to go to a place.
Lu Sheng didn’t resist, and let him drag him forward.
Several stray cats followed the two of them step by step.
Soon, Lu Sheng was taken to a remote and dark place.
This is the corner between a certain residential building and the fence, a temporary shack built with black oilcloth and a few pieces of wood.
All kinds of mineral water bottles, beverage bottles, cardboard, scrap iron and other things are piled up everywhere on the ground.
There is almost no place to stay.
The old man grabbed Lu Sheng with one hand, and walked quickly through the garbage dump, making the sound of plastic bottles colliding under his feet.
“You wait a moment.”
Go to the depths of the garbage dump, under the shack.
The old man let go of Lu Sheng’s arm, and swished into the pile of bottles.
Lu Sheng’s eyes fell on somewhere under the cramped low shed.
That’s the only dry and clean part of the place.
There were three black and white photos neatly placed there.
Three women, from left to right, increasing in age.
“Fu Xue, Fu Ying, and Fu Jianming’s wife, Wang Hongyu…”
Lu Sheng looked at these three photos calmly, as if he was looking at them.
At this time, the old man jumped out of the garbage dump quickly, and almost threw himself in front of Lu Sheng.
“Help me, help me kill Lian Ye and Lian Jibei, I will give you all the money!”
The old man held up the passbook in his hand, as if he wanted to make it easier for Lu Sheng to see the numbers on it.
Seeing that Lu Sheng was silent, he became nervous.
“Not enough is it? I know not enough, very little..but I can make more…”
The old man looked around, and the plastic bottles under his feet rattled.
“These…these are all money. It’s just that I haven’t had time to exchange them yet.
Not enough, not enough you take my life! Do whatever you want…”
Lu Sheng looked at the restless old man in front of him calmly, without any emotional fluctuations on his face.
The old man suddenly fell silent.
He squatted on the ground sadly, looked up at Lu Sheng, his eyes were full of self-mockery and despair.
“Forget it, let’s go…”
The old man pointed in the direction of the exit.
“I know you won’t help me.
You came here to see my jokes, didn’t you?
Jidao Wuguan sent you here?
See if I’m dead or not (badd)? ”
“Hahaha…”
The old man suddenly started laughing again, laughing until tears came down.
“See now? I’m alive and well!
Even if my father and son are not dead, I will not die!
I’m going to live until…”
The old man’s eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Lu Sheng fiercely, and said through gritted teeth, “Live to see the two of them go to hell!”
“You’ll see.”
Lu Sheng spoke calmly.
“What did you say?”
The old man froze for a moment, as if he didn’t hear clearly.
Lu Sheng stopped talking, turned around and walked straight outside.
His pace is unhurried.
But every step is very steady.
Very solid.
Also very firm.
The old man stared at him blankly in bewilderment.
Until his back completely disappeared.
 …
“call–”
Lu Sheng exhaled slowly, feeling a little better.
His heart is strong, his will is tougher than steel, even if the sword is on the verge, he is like a spring breeze, and his eyelids will not blink.
But in that small shack just now, there was an indescribably oppressive and uncomfortable feeling under the thick dark clouds.
“Here, take one.”
Someone next to him handed over a cigarette with a yellow filter.
Lu Sheng raised his head and saw a fat man wearing a red vest, blue shorts, and flip flops looking at him.
“thanks.”
Lu Sheng shook his head and rejected the other party’s kindness.
The fat man didn’t mind either. He stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, lit it skillfully, took a deep breath, and said to Lu Sheng, “It’s been a long time since anyone came looking for the old lunatic.”
“Was it a lot before?”
“many.”
The fat man twitched the corners of his mouth, and said disdainfully: “But they are all here to cheat him of money.
In the first few years when the old lunatic’s family died, he looked for someone to avenge him like he was crazy.
As long as anyone with a little martial arts ability comes to him, he will give money.
But who will really help him? Who doesn’t know, the person who killed him was extremely….”
After the fat man said a word, he immediately shut up and mumbled, “Anyway, this is how the old lunatic’s property was tossed away. He even sold the house, and now he can only live in the garbage dump.”
Lu Sheng’s eyes flickered, he didn’t speak, just nodded.
“That is to say, you confiscated the old lunatic’s money. You are considered a good person, so I came out to chat with you.
If it was someone else, I wouldn’t even look at him.
hum…”
As he said that, the fat man looked at Lu Sheng with admiration.
“Oh, by the way, what do you do? Why are you looking for the old lunatic?”
The fat man suddenly asked.
Lu Sheng thought for a while, and said, “I’m a novelist. When I heard about Fu Jianming, I wanted to come here to learn about the situation.”
“Writing novels? Such a good figure for writing novels?”
The fat man stared at Lu Sheng’s muscular arm with some surprise, and muttered, “Damn it, how many keyboards do you have to break to write a novel…”
Lu Sheng didn’t continue to chat with him, and walked away.
The fat man looked at Lu Sheng’s back and shouted, “Then can you add a role for me? I usually treat the old lunatic very well, and I often treat him to dinner…”
Lu Sheng walked quickly, and he was gone in a blink of an eye.
The fat man could vaguely see that Lu Sheng seemed to raise his hand to him, a gesture of “Yes”.
 …
On the same day, Lu Sheng returned
He was very low-key when he came back, but someone still saw it, took a photo and uploaded it on the campus website.
Office of the Vice-Chancellor.
Zhao Kangtai sat on the sofa with a dignified middle-aged man.
On the coffee table in front of the two of them, tea was brewing with a gurgle, and a faint fragrance wafted out.
“Lu Sheng is back.”
The middle-aged man picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, and also poured Zhao Kangtai a cup by the way.
“I know.”
Zhao Kangtai nodded.
The middle-aged man glanced at him, and said meaningfully: “He didn’t go to Mingshi. Do you know this?”
………
Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for flowers, ask for a reward, thank you guys~~.
220. No one can control the path I want to take, not even a martial saint. The National Martial Arts Conference! 4
Zhao Kangtai didn’t speak, but silently picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
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