The Rise Of Xiu Xian Sect

Chapter 223 Childhood

After Wang Hongzhuang and You Qiang bid farewell, You Qiang rubbed his temples when he sat alone in the large deacon hall, and looked very tired.

To be honest, he didn’t know whether Wang Hongzhuang’s words were true. But what he knew was that those people were dishonest.

The deacon hall is more important than the treasure hall with countless treasures. It is the most important hall of the Wan Bao Lou, not one of them.

This is not boasting because of his position, but recognized.

The pinnacle of Wanbaolou’s power is the Elder Club, followed by the entrances of the lobby.

And he is the head of the deacon hall and also a member of the Elder Society, so his status is not low.

You Qiang knew the seriousness and complexity of this matter in a short period of time. He didn’t think much about it before he issued a sound transmission note.

…

“Meet Master Uncle”

“Meet Master Uncle”

Two same words rang in a vegetable garden. Although the content is the same, the content is completely different.

The first voice was casual and respectful.

The second voice was respectful with some incredibility.

You Qiang made the second voice.

“Sit, why are you two” said a gray-haired old man softly, with some weakness in his voice.

When You Qiang heard the slightly weak voice, he couldn’t help feeling a little bit sentimental, “His Master Uncle, although he is alive, seems to be dead soon.”

The person who uttered the first voice was a middle-aged man, and it was Elder, Mei Liangji, the master of Wanbaolou of this generation.

“Uncle Shi…” Mei Liangji said what You Qiang had told him.

The old man was cutting the fruit, one accidentally touched his hand, and a trace of blood flowed out.

The old man wiped the blood with his clothes and continued to cut the fruit.

When the old man returned to the table and brought a plate of fruits, Mei Liangji finished talking.

“You eat” the old man pointed to the fruit and said to the two.

“Uncle Master, what’s wrong with your hand” Mei Liangji was about to take the fruit when he suddenly saw the blood on the old man’s hand and couldn’t help asking.

The old man said lightly, “It’s okay, I accidentally scratched it just now.”

“Oh”

For a while, the atmosphere didn’t know whether it was light or heavy, and the three of them didn’t speak, they were all eating fruit.

The old man looked at the fading fruit in his hand, and his heart gradually calmed down. He was very angry just now, but now he is not angry at all, not at all angry.

Because the person who pretends to be asleep can’t wake up, there is no need to call.

“Uncle Master, don’t you know what you think about this matter?” Mei Liangji glanced at You Qiang after eating the fruit, and when he saw the old man not talking, he could only ask himself.

“You are the big Elder of this generation, you do it yourself.” The old man said lightly, without a trace of emotion.

“Uncle Master, this is my problem. I blame it. I didn’t deal with it soon.” Seeing the old man’s attitude, Mei Liangji knew that the old man was on the verge of rage at the moment. He had seen it once when he was young, and has seen it again now.

You Qiang also knew the old man’s temper, and quickly stood up and said, “Uncle Master, it’s my fault. I’m at the helm of the Deacon Hall and haven’t handled these things properly.”

“Sit, don’t stand.” The old man said lightly without lifting his head.

You Qiang didn’t know whether to sit or not at the moment, but in the end he still sat.

Seeing the old man, Mei Liangji didn’t say anything useful, and could only promise, “Uncle Master, we will take care of it.”

“You will do it well?” The old man raised his head slightly, questioning.

“It will be done well,” the two stood up and said bitterly.

“Sit, sit down and say.”

“Yes”

“Then what are you going to do?” The old man’s voice came out again.

“We are ready to…”

After the two had finished speaking, the old man raised his head, put down the fruit in his hand, wiped the blood and juice on his body with his clothes, and then stared at the two, “You must remember that Wanbaolou is everyone’s Wanbaolou, it’s all people. The platform cannot be a platform for some forces.”

“Understood” Mei Liangji replied quickly.

“I hope you really understand. You are all from the Three Realms, and I don’t want to say too many of you. Remember Wanbao Lou is everyone’s Wanbao Lou.”

“Yes” Hearing the old man once again mentioned that Wanbaolou is everyone’s Wanbaolou, Mei Liangji and You Qiang replied quickly.

Continued to talk a little more, and the two people retired.

…

The old man sighed slightly when he saw the back of the two people leaving.

Picking up the hoe, he wanted to continue plowing the ground, but he found that he couldn’t do it at all.

Without planing the floor, lying on the bed to sleep, countless things appeared in the old man’s mind, and he couldn’t sleep even if he wanted to.

“Young people’s affairs should be done by young people.”

The old man kept reading this sentence, forcing himself not to worry about these things and to sleep at ease.

…

“Mother, I’m hungry” said a yellow-faced and widowed child.

The child is eleven years old this year, but it seems to be only seven or eight years old. This shows the hardships of Life.

“Boy, eat it at night.” The woman saw it in her eyes, pained in her heart, but she could only comfort the child.

“But I’m hungry”

“Bao, eat at night, obedient.” The woman continued to comfort.

“Why do you want to eat again at night” the child continued to ask.

“Eat at night, if you are not hungry at night, you can sleep well. Otherwise, you will be too hungry to sleep at night.”

“Eat the night’s again at night, and now eat the current one.”

“I have eaten now, and it’s gone at night” the woman said helplessly.

“Mother, but the second child in the east of the village is eating now at this time” the child continued to ask, very puzzled.

“Bao, the second child’s family is rich, our family is poor, we can’t be like him.”

“Why is his family rich and ours poor” the child asked puzzledly.

“…Because of the injustice of the world,” the woman meditated for a long time and said unwillingly.

“The world is unfair?” The child muttered silently.

“Bao, be obedient, let’s play by myself first, mother will go to work.” The woman shook her head slightly. She had given in to the injustice a long time ago, and she was not in the mood to say anything.

The child saw her mother go to work, he was not in the mood to play, and kept meditating, “The world is unfair.”

…

The old man in his sleep got up from the bed.

“The world is unfair?”

These four words sounded in the small thatched hut.

The old man dressed in single clothes opened the door and walked out of the thatched hut. It was pitch black outside, with only the stars and the tiny moon in the sky.

The old man raised his head slightly and muttered to himself, “Maybe the sky is bright, but the world is pitch black.”

Perhaps no one heard him, so no one responded to him.

After watching the darkness outside for a while, the old man returned to the room and found that the room was also dark. He couldn’t help but emit a fireball, finally turning the night into day, although it was just a thatched hut.

Sitting at the table, looking at the unfinished fruit, the old man showed no interest in eating.

Thinking of waking up from a dream just now, it was not a dream, it was his experience.

An experience of childhood hunger, a life that envied others not only to be full, but also to eat all kinds of fruits.

At the moment, the old man’s mind is full of childhood experiences, all of them.