Ma Xiaoquan gently picked up the tea and took a sip.
"Well, this tip tastes good."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old man walking out, stroking his gray beard.
The old man was dressed in a gray-white robe, and the wrinkles on his face and his white hair pulled up high made him look more like a Maoshan Taoist priest who had lived for a long time. The old man's hands were surprisingly thick, and his fingers were like
The roots of old trees are the same.
Ma Xiaoquan put down his tea cup and bowed his hand to the old man: "I'm visiting under my name, hoping to atone for my sins."
The old man chuckled and looked at Zhang Gong beside Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan winked, bowed his body and retreated, waiting outside the door.
Ma Xiaoquan and the old man were the only two people left in the thatched hut. Without saying a word, the two of them took the tea to each other and tasted it slowly.
After drinking a cup of fragrant tea, Ma Xiaoquan felt that it was almost done, so he said, "Where did you come from that inscription?"
The old man chuckled and replied: "A friend mentioned it accidentally. I have a good memory, so I just read it from behind."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and said, "Did you know that there are two more sentences after that inscription?"
"Two more sentences?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded.
"Quick, tell me, what are the other two sentences?"
Ma Xiaoquan did not speak. He looked at the old man thoughtfully.
The old man immediately understood what Ma Xiaoquan meant. He clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, it's rare for a distinguished guest to visit my humble house today. If you're not busy, let's talk in detail."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, called Zhang Gong in, gave a few words, and Zhang Gong bowed out.
That night, Ma Xiaoquan stayed overnight in the old man's thatched cottage.
Early the next morning, the old man invited Ma Xiaoquan to see something.
The two came to the door of another small thatched cottage, and the old man said: "This is the last thing left by my friend. There may be something you need in it..."
Ma Xiaoquan suppressed his curiosity and pushed open the door of the thatched cottage.
With a "squeak" sound, the door of the thatched cottage opened.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, including a small bed, a desk, and a few sheepskins on the desk.
Ma Xiaoquan walked to the desk, reached out and picked up a sheepskin, and took a look.
"This is..." Ma Xiaoquan shook his hands, turned his head and asked the old man.
The old man shook his head: "I can't understand what Brother Jingming left behind before he left, but Brother Jingming promised that there will always be his successors who will read the contents of this sheepskin."
Ma Xiaoquan was shocked in his heart.
Huang Jingming: He is the first person to fuse the heart of time, and also the first person to complete the task of physical travel. Ma Xiaoquan once met Huang Jingming in Piaoshui City, but at that time, Huang Jingming had become a person in the crystal coffin.
A cold corpse that never wakes up. What happened to Huang Jingming? The Extreme Agents, including Dr. Mingfa, have no idea. All they know is that Huang Jingming came to the end of Han Dynasty.
Ma Xiaoquan unfolded the sheepskin. The words on it were a little unclear due to age issues, but it did not affect reading.
At first glance, the words on the sheepskin were thought to be in English. But upon closer inspection, they turned out to be marked Chinese Pinyin.
Ma Xiaoquan spelled it out bit by bit, and the more he read, the more frightened he became. He did not expect that Huang Jingming mentioned so many things, some of which even he found unbelievable.
After reading one picture, Ma Xiaoquan picked up another one. This one was the structural diagram of the solar recorder.
Ma Xiaoquan carefully compared all the scrolls in his arms with this parchment map, and was surprised to find that this one was the most detailed and comprehensive structural map he had ever seen, and the ink used to make the map seemed to be
It has been specially processed. After so many days, it has not faded at all and is still very clear.
The rest of the sheepskin is just some insignificant scribblings.
After Ma Xiaoquan carefully put away the two important sheepskins, he turned his head and looked at the old man gratefully.
The old man shook his head and asked Ma Xiaoquan: "I still can't understand where you and brother Jing Ming come from?"
Ma Xiaoquan said: "The future."
"The future?" The old man seemed to be looking forward to the future. He blinked like an innocent child and asked, "Then tell me, what is the future?"
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment.
Yes, what is the future? When Ma Xiaoquan was expelled from the military, he kept thinking that if it hadn't been for the mistake he made, he might not have been expelled from the army. However, at that time
In that situation, there was no way out. If Ma Xiaoquan was given another chance to choose, he would still choose to do so without hesitation.
After thinking for a long time, Ma Xiaoquan said: "The future, the future is actually, you can never see the end of the road..."
The old man laughed, nodded and said: "Little brother, what is your name?"
Ma Xiaoquan bowed respectfully to the old man, cupped his hands and said, "Hello, old sir, student Ma Xiaoquan."
The old man was very satisfied with Ma Xiaoquan's etiquette. He asked again: "Are you the successor of Brother Jing Ming?"
"Successor?" Ma Xiaoquan thought for a moment, "I guess."
The old man took Ma Xiaoquan's hand: "Come with me. Brother Jing Ming said that if his successor comes here one day, let me give this to him."
Ma Xiaoquan followed the old man to another thatched hut. The old man did not let Ma Xiaoquan enter the thatched hut. Instead, he entered the thatched hut himself, found a package wrapped in cowhide and handed it to Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan carefully opened the package and took a look, and took a breath of cold air.
The package contained nothing else but a modern revolver. Ma Xiaoquan knew the name of this pistol.
"Magnum" Ma Xiaoquan gently stroked the gun body.
The pistol was well maintained and the smell of gun oil was very strong. Ma Xiaoquan took the bullets out of the runner. There were four bullets in total.
"Dum bomb" Ma Xiaoquan shook his head in disbelief.
"Old sir, were these things left to me by Huang Jingming?"
The old gentleman nodded and said: "Brother Jing Ming said that if his successor comes here, let me hand it over to him, saying that he will understand."
Ma Xiaoquan held the magnum in his hand and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
We are still at the end of the Han Dynasty, and things like pistols should not appear here at all, but why did Huang Jingming leave such a pistol? What was he thinking?
Ma Xiaoquan couldn't understand it, but he still disassembled Magnum into its parts with professional techniques.
The old man looked at the pistol parts in Ma Xiaoquan's hand, sat down on the ground with a smile, and slowly closed his eyes.
The Chinese character said: "I know this even if you don't tell me. Someone, come in and search for me..."
After searching for a while, my subordinates brought some sheepskins. The scrawls on them had the same Chinese characters and faces as Ma Xiaoquan, so I didn't like them.
The Chinese-character face sighed: "It seems that we are a step too late. Someone, please take that tombstone away for me."
Several servants pulled out the tombstone from the grave. When they pulled it out, they discovered Ma Xiaoquan's pistol buried beside his chest.
"This is..." The Chinese-character face looked at the pistol parts in the package and shook his head, "Take them away together and we'll talk about it when we get back."