The next day, the snow stopped and there was a rare ray of warm sunshine in the long winter.
The passing water sparkled under the sunlight, showing many wonderful colors. Xu Sheng soaked his hands in the water, feeling the warmth coming from the depths of the water.
"Old man." Xu Sheng yawned and asked angrily: "What's going on with this passing water? It doesn't freeze even in winter, and it's still warm even in cold weather!"
"This is it." The old boatman stretched his legs, stood up straight at the bow of the boat, and said with his bamboo pole: "I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to know the truth. There have always been different opinions, but in the end it's all a matter of confusion. Some people say that there is something at the bottom of the water.
A volcano sprays magma all year round; some people say that there is a dragon in the water, breathing dragon breath from time to time; others say that there is a 'treasure of Yinghuo' hidden in the deep water, which is constantly emitting residual heat."
"The treasure of Yinghuo?"
Xu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and a photogenic idea appeared in his mind.
The so-called "Yinghuo" is a shooting star!
Could there be a meteor falling in this water? Xu Sheng touched his chest and there was a meteorite there.
"Old man, where did you hear about the 'Treasure of Yinghuo'?" Xu Sheng asked seriously, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.
"Of course the last boatman told me. As for who told him, I don't know. It must have been circulating for a long time, at least hundreds of years." The old boatman said casually.
To him, "The Treasure of Yinghuo" is just an insignificant country rumor.
However, for Xu Sheng, that is crucial. His life has long been linked to the meteorite!
"Oh, that's right." The old boatman thought for a while and said with some uncertainty, "I heard it's still that bloody meteor."
"What? This...!"
Xu Sheng was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He pinched his thighs and tried to maintain a trace of calmness.
Blood meteorite!
Isn't it the blood-colored meteorite that he carries? Although it is pitch black now, he can never forget that night when the blood moon soared in the sky and the time when the blood sword reached the sky!
He wandered around, feeling uneasy, and after thinking for a long time, he took out the piece from his arms, which was said to be the strange "stone from heaven" that changed his destiny.
He gently dipped the "stone" into the water.
At first, everything was calm. But soon, he felt a strong heat flow, and the water surface was rolling, creating white smoke!
"Oh my God!" The old boatman was stunned and couldn't close his open mouth for a long time.
"It seems" Xu Sheng took his hand out of the water, held up the meteorite, and faced the sun and said, "What I have in my hand is also the 'Treasure of Yinghuo'."
"You...!" The old boatman hesitated, and after a long while, he said hesitantly: "You are indeed not an ordinary person."
"Old man." Xu Sheng helped the old boatman sit down and said softly: "I'm really sorry for scaring you. I'm just an ordinary person, and I happened to pick up the stone before. I didn't expect it.
It will have such a miraculous effect.”
"Anyway." The old boatman first looked at the coffins on the boat, then looked at Xu Sheng, and whispered: "You have escaped the wind and snow. The weather is good today, so you should hurry up. I
I don’t have much ability, so I can only send you across the river as soon as possible.”
"All right"
Xu Sheng was helpless. He never thought that his unintentional verification would scare a kind-hearted elder.
What a sin! What a sin!
The boat rowed across the water, making a long scratch that seemed to cut the wide passing water in half. However, it only existed for a moment; soon, the water rippled slightly, and it disappeared again...
After getting off the boat, Xu Sheng bowed deeply to the old boatman and said with some embarrassment: "The young man came out in a hurry and didn't bring any belongings. My husband made this trip in vain. I will make up for it when I come back."
of."
Yes, Xu Sheng will come back. He wants to see the difference between the "Yinghuo Treasure" under the passing water and the one in his hand; he wants to see what is written on it, whether it is also "Hanye General"
To, Xu Tu wins, Yin and Yang are so isolated, life and death are mysterious."
"No problem," the old boatman said vaguely, holding his pipe in his mouth: "Since three years ago, I have not received any money. When I live to my age, I have no children, no worries, no worries, and no money.
What’s the point?”
"Thank you very much. My father-in-law is really a loyal man. I have something important to do, so I have no choice but to leave here." Xu Sheng clasped his fists and saluted, knowing that staying longer would be of no use.
"Okay, I'll see you off in a short distance." The old boatman put away his pipe and responded quickly.
Xu Sheng turned his head, leaving only his back...
"Who is he?" Looking at Xu Sheng who had become a "black spot", the old boatman felt a little more relaxed.
"Immortal?" He shook his head and said softly: "Immortals don't know how to ride in boats, let alone carry coffins and look violent."
"But..." the old boatman flicked his pipe and whispered: "He is definitely not a bad person, not like him at all."
"Hey - no matter who he is, I will still row my boat." The old boatman smiled and said loudly.
After passing the river, there is a fertile plain. The road is easy to walk, but the population is sparse. Fortunately, it is not completely deserted. Xu Sheng made many inquiries, and it took half a month to finally reach Wuzhou.
"This is Wei Xian's hometown, a place of great turmoil thirty years ago!" Xu Sheng looked at the undulating mountains and rivers, the lonely scenery, and had a lot of thoughts.
Wuzhou is a poor place. After the tragic war thirty years ago, it is now even more empty. What Xu Sheng saw the most along the way were empty houses, overgrown with weeds, and crawling with spiders.
house.
Here, there should have been a peaceful scene of loving mothers, filial piety, loving husbands and wives, and harmonious neighbors. But now...
When a war breaks out, no matter what the reason is, no matter who wins or loses, in the end it is the common people who suffer.
When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.
Since ancient times, the common people have been the most miserable.
In a good year, paying taxes will not make enough money.
Serving in labor force when there is no war,
In times of war, life is like grass.
The men lay in ashes before the battle,
Women and children were tortured at home.
Wait until the Haiqinghe banquet day.
Taxes are higher than before.
Xu Sheng couldn't help but think of a folk song he heard on the road and was widely sung in Liaozhou.
The so-called war is just a dirty method used by those with ulterior motives to achieve their own goals.
Xu Sheng walked with his head lowered and was silent in thought. He thought a lot and was a little scared.
He was afraid that one day he would follow the same path as Wei Li and Wei Xian. After all, they were also influenced by the "Xuan Gong of Life and Death".
"Can I control my desire to kill?" Xu Sheng asked himself, clenching his fists hard and digging his nails deeply into his flesh.
"You must control it! If you can't, then..."
Xu Sheng's eyes narrowed and he said in a trembling voice: "I will end my life."
He couldn't bear to become a killing machine; he couldn't bear to bring suffering to so many people; he couldn't imagine himself covered in blood!
In fact, whenever he closes his eyes now, his mind is as red as blood, showing the horrific scenes of him killing everyone in the Qin family!
The blood of those people is still flowing in his body - black dirty blood!
He hates himself now, he despises his own filth, and he will never allow himself to lose control a second time.
Last time, in the Qin family, most of the people he killed were people who deserved to be killed, and they were all vicious people who climbed to power by stepping on other people's skulls. That was the only thing he could take comfort in.
If in the future, he harms innocent people, even loyal people. How should he bear such a serious sin? How can he bear it?
"Oh, can I win the Mysterious Art of Life and Death? Can I defeat my own destiny?" Xu Sheng whispered, he really had no confidence. Even Wei Xian had to dig out his eyes to stay clear. He never thought that
, he can compare with it.
"Alas -" He was dejected and felt a little tired. He rubbed his eyes and sat down nearby against a thick jujube tree.
"Um?!"
Suddenly he felt some discomfort in his thigh. He reached out and grabbed a bronze medal from the ground. After he wiped off the dirt on it, he clearly saw a line of small words.
Baby, may you have a safe life.
"well--!"
Xu Sheng sighed and thought: There must be a happy family next to this jujube tree. When the child named Xiaobao was born, the whole family must be happy.
However, where is Xiaobao now? Did he die in the war? Or did he live in a foreign country and grow up?
Xu Sheng carefully accepted the bronze medal. Reason told him that Xiaobao had probably encountered something unexpected. Why would a normal person throw away a child's protection medal? Even if an adult doesn't wear it, he should still keep it.
However, on the other hand, deep down in his heart, Xu Sheng is more willing to believe that Xiaobao is safe and that he accidentally dropped the lucky card. Now he has grown up, married and established a career.
"Wei Lun, I will never make the mistake Wei Xian made again."
Xu Sheng gritted his teeth, his face full of determination. There are so many little treasures in the world. They should all grow up safely and have a happy life.
He sat for a while, feeling relieved, and slowly stood up, looked into the distance, and looked around, feeling that the scenery was pretty good.
"Otherwise, old blind man, you can have a good rest here." Xu Sheng put down the coffin that had been carried on his back for a long time and stroked it carefully.
He only knew that Wei Xian was from Wuzhou, but he didn't know where exactly he was from. He also asked many people along the way and got various answers.
"Just here, I know you are not a person who chooses a place." Xu Sheng smiled, but his tears couldn't stop flowing. Although the old blind man had died long ago, he was carrying the coffin, and he still had something to rely on in his heart.
, I let it go at this moment, but I feel empty.
There were no tools, and Xu Sheng didn't need any. He dug up the solid ground bit by bit with his hands.
"Old man." He sobbed and said, "This time is just a temporary separation. I will come to see you often in the future, and maybe I will be buried next to you a hundred years later. Buried with a saint, how can I be buried with you?"