Chapter seven hundred and ninety seventh rainy night short story
In later generations, well, in later generations, a long, long time later, some researchers discovered that there was a gap in the career of the Son of God that should not have occurred.
Logically speaking, the Son of God was already famous all over the world at that time, and under normal circumstances, there should not be such a long gap in the traces of his actions.
Through various clues, after ruling out "hidden cultivation" and other situations, and after various painful verifications, the researchers believed that the Son of God had "an unknown past" in those few years, and then a book was written by
When this book came out, it was titled "The "Dark History" of the Son of God".
After the book came out, paper in Luoyang was very expensive for a while.
There are endless scoldings, harsh criticisms, and heated discussions. There are also endless people who believe that the author has "unique insight, careful research, and restores history to truth."
In the following period, related research became very popular.
Decades later, after all kinds of more painful research, circumstantial evidence, counter-evidence, dialectics, etc., the industry has reached a basic unified opinion, that is, although the book "The "Black History" of the Son of God" is pretentious, it has some truth.
It is suspected of sensationalism, and the records of his deeds are full of errors and omissions, which are not worth refuting, but in a certain sense, the "black history" of His Excellency the Son of God does exist.
Of course, this is a story for another day.
At this time, a certain "strong man" was walking north with another group of people.
This time it was not a caravan, but a guy from Daze City who was out for fun and was on his way back. He was not a young man, he looked to be in his forties. He was traveling along the way, hiring many people, and taking them as he went.
Scatter, and strong men also belong to the "shou" group.
Because we were on the way, and there was also a bard in this group, and more importantly, the bard actually talked about "Journey to the West", so the strong man stayed on.
As mentioned before, the bards of this era had their own unique characteristics.
Just like the quasi-troubadours of a certain world in ancient times, whether it is Li Qinglian who "traveled far to seek immortality in the Five Mountains and loved traveling to famous mountains all his life" or Xu Xiake who left many records of his journeys, they were not weak scholars. You would even think that they
If it's a pretty boy or something, that's even more wrong.
No matter how elegant and elegant their writing is, in essence, they are all rough and tough men.
Not to mention ancient times, even in later generations, when transportation is extremely convenient, and when the places to visit can even have uphill ropeways for hills less than 100 meters high, it is often difficult to play.
Human physical strength. If your physical strength is not good enough, you will know what it means to spend money to find trouble.
In ancient times, traveling and playing required physical strength, roughly speaking, at least ten times the amount.
This is especially true in this world.
The mountains are high, the water is deep, and there are many ravines and ravines. To be able to go out and play, the financial requirements are secondary, and the most important thing is the requirements for the people themselves.
This player actually looks similar to those "heroes".
The bard in the team is almost the same.
After staying in the team for two days, the strong man discovered that it was really hard to tell who was the real bard between the two. Because as an employer, this gentleman had no sense of being an employer at all. On the contrary, he was very active and set up camp at night.
At that time, he even went into battle in person to compete with the bard to tell a more beautiful story.
Then the result was very stalemate.
After all, the bard is more professional and speaks with a lively air. As for the employer, he has a very "extracting from other sources" style. Although it is not as exciting as the former, his narrative is actually quite attractive.
People also like to listen, and since they are employers after all, the audience always has to give some face to the employer when voting. So after several days of competition, it is said that the result is a tie between both parties.
It starts again tonight.
After the routine story, the two asked for opinions one by one.
When a strong man was recruited, the first two times, he said that the bard spoke well, and the second time he said that the employer spoke well. Both of them still remembered it clearly. This time, the employer said: "This is
What are you going to say next time?"
"You two are equally good?" the strong man said with a smile.
Both of them refused, and the others in the team even shouted and booed.
Then the strong man said: "Since the story can't tell the difference, why don't you have another competition, a wrestling competition or something?"
As soon as these words came out, the small camp suddenly became excited. Everyone became inexplicably excited and clamored for the two of them to compete like this. But they couldn't push it away. In fact, they didn't push it much. Then the two people's style of painting immediately changed. It was really
They were entangled together, and they started wrestling each other with blushing necks.
In the end, it is said that an employer who had practiced martial arts was able to win the competition.
For an ordinary travel team, this was probably the only new thing. After traveling with the team for another two days, when three larger forks appeared on the road, the strong man said goodbye to his employer and everyone, and left the group.
Team for several days.
Two days later, it was getting dark in the evening, and we were in a dense forest beside the road.
It was still a nice day in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly. At noon, there were more clouds in the sky, but they were all white. But at dusk, the clouds turned from white to black. It didn't take long, it was almost genius.
As soon as it was darkened, light rain began to fall, and then gradually became a drizzle.
Hidden in the heavy forest, I don't know who set up a small tent, and there was a bonfire in the tent. It seemed particularly peaceful and warm under the heavy rain in the sky and the earth.
The sound of footsteps approaching without much concealment came from far away.
When we were about twenty meters away from the tent, a deep voice came from the tent: "Who?"
The footsteps stopped, and then a voice in the rain said: "A passer-by, a single person, a third-level warrior, from Sanhe City to the northeast of Daze City. The rain is falling a bit fast, and I want to use your tent to take shelter for a while."
The atmosphere was a little tense, and after a few breaths, a voice came from the tent: "Come here."
"Thank you!"
After a while, a strong man walked into the tent, and inside the tent were an old man and a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old. After meeting, both parties looked at each other, and when they looked at the girl, the strong man's expression
Slightly startled.
"Your eyes seem to be inconvenient?" The strong man said after sitting silently a little away from the bonfire and warming himself for a while.
"Yes." The old man glanced at the strong man. After a while, although he responded, his expression and attitude were quite cold, showing that he didn't want to say more.
If you are sensible, you will probably stop talking and just wait and take shelter from the rain. When the rain passes, people will escape.
However, the strong man seemed a little uninformed, and continued: "I heard that there is a famous herbal medicine shop in the Daye Empire. The old man may take your family to have a look. Maybe..."
Before the strong man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man displeasedly: "I know!"
This time the muscular man finally knew to shut up. Then, there was silence in the small tent. There were two hosts and one guest, and no one of the three people spoke.
After about an hour or so, the rain outside gradually stopped. At this moment, the strong man stood up slowly, cupped his hands to the old man and said, "Thank you, old man. The rain has stopped, and I should continue on my way."
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"Let's go, I won't send you off." The old man said coldly.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Dozens of breaths later, the girl who had always seemed very quiet spoke: "Master, that person just now was very strange."
"What, girl, is something wrong?" Hearing what the girl said, the old man suddenly became a little nervous.
"No, Grandpa, it's not what you think." The girl's clear but dull eyes stared outside blankly, "Grandpa, I couldn't see that person just now."
It was strange that a girl who seemed to be blind said this, but after hearing this, the old man's expression changed: "How could that be? Girl, could you have seen it wrong? Or maybe, his light is very bright
, it’s very dark, so you didn’t distinguish it?”
But before the girl could say anything, the old man denied it: "That's not right either!"
The young girl said at this time: "Master, you know, I won't be wrong."
"Girl, are you sure?" The old man turned around and looked at the girl seriously, and said almost every word.
"Grandpa, I'm sure." The girl's tone was still so light.
But at this time, the old man's heart was filled with huge waves. After being stunned, the old man suddenly said: "Girl, pack up, let's go to the Daye Empire!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature,