The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 The location of this tomb is also very special, it was built behind the original old master of Mighty Wolf Mountain.

　　 looked over from the hillside, as if he was the owner of this tomb. Even if he was buried in the ground, he had been silently following the old master to **** him.

　　 The format of the tomb bag is even more strange. On the bulging head of the tomb, I don't know whether it is due to the water and soil, or the wind and sun. A small tomb bag has been bulged above it.

　　 is as funny as a bag on the forehead of a person.

　　 But Ma Fengyun, who has already walked here with the sacrifice, looked at such a scene, but it seemed that of course it must be this way.

　　 First, he respectfully served his old father, and after sweeping the sacrifice, he came to this grave that has a special meaning to his life.

"Uncle Gu, Huang Daxian, I came to see you again. I don't know if you miss me a little when I haven't come in person for so many years, and you won't fail to recognize my old and old horse Fengyun. Bar."

　　 "Uncle, come here today, I also brought your favorite roast chicken, I hope you don't blame me, you can continue to bless me in the sky, and bless us the young and old who save thousands of dollars."

　　 Ma Fengyun, who was talking to himself on the tombstone, gently laid out the sacrifices left in his hand one by one.

　　 There are old cellars made from the food produced in Gansu province, and there are still hot gluttonous roast chickens in Shili Baxiang.

　　 The leftmost pipe pot was filled with rare fine-quality shredded tobacco, and the yellow paper money of the ingot system was also taken out of the bag by Ma Fengyun.

'Snapped'

The 　　 lighter ignites the starting point and burns the flammable cut paper in front of the grave, like a small pile of bonfires.

　　 "Uncle Gu, the most regrettable thing about my old brothers and I is that you went too early. Your whole life has been too hard."

　　 "When I followed me, Ma Fengyun, I didn't enjoy any blessings. I dragged the sick body and went to war in the north and south, served the horses, and managed the logistics."

　　 "When we took up a large area outside the mountain, the eight bandits peace talkers went here, and our brothers in the cottage were all ready to go to enjoy the blessing, but you closed your eyes."

　　 "I don't know if it was because of Huang Daxian that the secret was leaked, or it was because Uncle Gu, you blocked the catastrophe for my Ma Fengyun, and gave me the lifespan that originally belonged to you, to me this useless reckless man."

　　 Speaking of this, for many years of iron and blood, without tears, even when the old master left, he was just a man with red eyes and finally started to sob.

　　 "Uncle Gu, you said, why can't you leave later? I still think privately, the old man in the village, you will be the only one who can stay with my Ma Fengyun until the end."

　　 Said this, Ma Fengyun wiped a tear. After seeing the increasingly clear bulge on the head of the grave, as if thinking of something, he laughed again.

　　 "Oh, I almost forgot about you Huang Daxian. Although your appearance was very short for me, Ma Fengyun and Uncle Gu, I will never forget the few days I spent with you."

"You can be regarded as my great benefactor of Ma Fengyun, and even the benefactor of the entire Mighty Wolf Mountain. It is estimated that you are also to break my bad luck and leak your aura, only then will the gods who pass by will be caught to be a small servant. Got it."

　　 Gu Zheng watching the whole journey, full of black lines.

　　 Gu Zheng from the original world actually explained this to Ma Fengyun? Why does Huang Daxian never show up again?

　　 really talented.

　　You are a young man, and your whole family is a young man.

　　 is really the client of the second world who is quite feudal and superstitious, and he regards the systemic sound that rang in his ears as a **** from heaven.

　　 and was sent to help him turn the crisis around,

　　 Since he is not a lonely ghost, he is naturally a fairy boy next to the fairy.

　　 But in the same way that he took care of the rogue, he didn't have the temperament of a fairy boy. Once the client analyzed, he positioned Gu Zheng as a little demon like Huang Daxian.

After 　　 spit out, Gu Zheng turned his attention to Marshal Ma again.

　　 The Ma Fengyun in the lens skillfully lit the tobacco and roasted the chicken, and the transparent liquor began to sway over the land that nurtured him.

　　 "Uncle Gu, I don't know if you will blame me. You just let go of the legacy left by the old boss."

"But it's time for our country to be stable. Uncle Gu knows me best. In this mighty mountain, you are a good player when it comes to marching and fighting, but you must pay attention to stability and stability. That's the group of boys. ."

　　 "It's not that I said, Uncle, the three are tied together, and it's not Yamauchi's opponent."

　　 "So, we retired. Those brothers have been out for a long time, and they want to have a hot wife and children. You won't blame us? Did you send out the good situation that you had changed in the first place?"

Having said that, Ma Fengyun smiled again. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, lit it for himself, and said to himself: "Why? I know that there is only one hope in your Uncle Gu's eyes. , That means that all of us in Mighty Wolf Mountain are safe and secure."

　　 "Uncle, when you close your eyes, don't you just hold my hand and keep saying the same thing? Ma Dan, if you want to live, as long as people live, they are better than anything else."

"You also said that when my horse Fengyun is old, dead, and buried in the soil, I will be buried here, to draw a full stop for Mount Weilang, and let many old brothers get together and continue to have fun underground. Go on."

　　 "Uncle, don't worry, come on, I have dug all the pits next to you. I miss you so much..."

　　 The aging tiger, after saying this, he put his other hand on his face, crying like a child.

　　 Gu Zheng looked at the scene in front of him. He was speechless for a long time. At the moment when the crying scene was about to dissipate, he saw another scene where the pages of a beautifully printed book were turned through by Xian Xian's hand:

In Ma Fengyun's magnificent life~www.readwn.com~ whenever he talks about his most legendary and mythological stage, I have to mention that it is crucial that he leads the team to take the initiative to get out of Qishan. Important person.

　　 This Uncle Gu, whom Ma Fengyun wrote many times in his memoirs, has two completely different opinions about him.

　　 One is that Gu Zheng is a hidden military commander-like figure in the mighty wolf mountain. Whenever he is mentioned, he is described by the term wise men and many monsters.

　　 The other is much more straightforward. It is said that he is born with a physique that is close to animals, and his magical powers also come from the gift of Huang Daxian who has lived in the back mountain of the mighty wolf mountain for a hundred years.

　　 When his slender fingers slowly turned the page, the clear female voice in the background giggled: "I can't see the people of Marshal Ma and his generation, they are quite superstitious..."

　　 As the voice gradually weakened, the pictures on the pages of the book suddenly became blurred, and gradually disappeared from the paper. A yellow medal accompanied by the tombstone of Gu Zheng’s tomb and the back of Ma Fengyun gleamed in the sunset.

　　 The lens turned black, and the yellow light merged into it again, and the whole book also dimmed.

Gu Zheng, who had watched this scene clearly, just glanced at Liao Wangshu without saying a word, and waited for the contract in the printer to spit out all the paper abruptly. He took the paper without looking back. Walked out of this small study room.

　　 As the door closed, Xiao Wangshu, who had been trembling on the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that he was going to corpse on the spot just now.

　　 Could it be that Gu Zheng is in a good mood today and let him go?

　　 It's a pity that the literary accomplishment of Xiao Wangshu must be bad. It forgot that there was a word called, after autumn, settled accounts.