Infinite Script Killing

Who is knocking on the door in the middle of the night? ?

Xu Tong did not move, but looked at the old man behind him who was about to take off his shoes.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, put on his shoes with one hand, and nodded towards him.

Seeing this, Xu Tong stood up, walked a few steps in front of the door and shouted: "Who is it!"

While he was speaking, a small paper figurine flew out of his hand and quietly stuck to the door beam.

There was no response from the door, they just continued to knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

This time the knock on the door was obviously much louder than before.

Xu Tong's face turned cold, and when he was about to speak, he heard a middle-aged man's voice coming from outside the door: "Eat the claws of Nian Nian, Qiancang Xi, my dear, please don't praise me, it won't collapse the sky on the top of the mountain."

Good guy, this is what Lao Jianghu said. Even though he was instilled with a lot of black knowledge by Mr. Song every day, he was also confused by these words.

It's like a student who has just learned addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Who can stand it if you suddenly face a Mathematical Olympiad problem?

Fortunately, Mr. Song was at the back. When he heard this, he stepped forward and cupped his hands through the door and said, "It turns out to be Brother Mi. He rarely visits. My house is in disarray and there is no place to stay. Please forgive me, Brother Mi. I'll ask my little disciple to give it to me." You have to pay your respects."

As he spoke, Xu Tong clasped his hands together and bowed towards the door with a bow.

In the past few days, the power of my Shankou bow has become many times stronger than before. As soon as I bowed down, a breath of energy and spirit came together and hit the door hard.

"boom!"

As soon as the door swung, a muffled sound came from behind the door, and a strange cry was heard: "Hard, hard, the wind is pulling hard." After saying this, there was no sound.

When Xu Tong saw this, he was about to open the door to see who it was, but he was stopped by Mr. Song. He quietly opened the courtyard door a small crack, looked up sideways, and saw that there was actually a stick stuck in the beam. A bloody finger.

The fingers looked extraordinarily thick, and the flesh on them was more like chicken claw-like skin. The sharp nails shone with a layer of fluorescence in the dark, making them look particularly penetrating.

"Humph, what a small trick!"

Mr. Song sneered and put his hand on it. It turned out that the permeable appearance was just a finger cot, and the dark and slightly thin finger inside was the real finger.

He threw the finger cot to Xu Tong, and as for the finger, Mr. Song casually threw it under his feet, stepped on it a few times, and then stepped on it into the soil.

"Master, that was..."

Xu Tong stood behind and watched, a little understanding, but also a little confused.

Mr. Song then explained to him with a smile: "Those who eat rest are from the Jianghu people, and their claws are the craftsmen. Together they are the craftsmen who eat the food of the Jianghu. The latter part is called Qian Cangxi, and the word "rice" is missing. It means His surname is Mi, and he thinks you are not qualified enough to let me out."

In the past, there was this kind of person in the world of martial arts. I don't know where I developed the ability to practice horizontally, and they only ate the food of the martial arts.

You can eat wherever you go. The so-called skill of eating is nothing more than two words: getting beaten.

For example, lie down on the gaming table in your casino and play for ten minutes. No iron tools or ropes are allowed.

If you let go for ten minutes, it doesn't matter how many people you ask to beat me. Beating me to death is considered capable.

But if you can’t kill me, hey, give me money!

This is the Jianghu man who eats and rests his thoughts. Today, this person also brought some skills and is called Gua Tianmen.

Usually there are not one or two people, but at least three people. One person grabs the door beam with one hand, and the other two hide behind and hang their legs with ropes.

It’s similar to what I just said. The general idea is that I hung on the door beam of your house. You can let me come down today because of your ability. If you can’t let me come down, hey, either you agree to his request or he will kill your whole family.

Of course, to put it bluntly, it is to test your ability. If you really encounter ruthless people, they will run faster than a dog.

Just like when Xu Tong hit a mountain button, one of his fingers was broken off, and the group disappeared in a flash.

This group of people were just pawns for others to test, and neither Mr. Song nor him took them seriously.

Instead, he took the opportunity to give Xu Tong a good talk about the slang of the world. Although everyone's circles are different, they can never deviate from the same tradition. It is nothing more than hiding a prefix, mixed with two dialects or metaphors, this Just a few methods.

It’s not difficult. In fact, this kind of code is everywhere in life. Even ordinary people understand it, such as technician and health care... When I see these two words, I believe someone has already smiled knowingly, and my mind has begun to flash back. Some indescribable images.

There is an old teahouse in the east of the old town of L City.

This teahouse was called Fenglailou back then, and it was a somewhat famous place.

The two-story building is facing the horse market. Many horse dealers ride their horses through rain or shine. After finally arriving at the horse market, they will drink a bowl of tea to quench their thirst, so it is called Fenglai Building.

But some people say that Fenglailou means that the trees are still and the wind is not stopping. It is a gathering place for people from all walks of life. Especially in front of the horse market is the Tianqiao street intersection. It is the most prosperous and lively place, where dragons and snakes mix.

That's why some people say that this teahouse is just a place where people from all walks of life drink tea and chat.

It's just that this Fenglai Building was now surrounded by self-built private houses on all sides, making it look old and dilapidated.

There is no sign of Feng Lai Building at the entrance, and there is still a shabby private house, which is blocked by the main entrance of the teahouse, making it look like an abandoned building.

But in the past two days, this abandoned building has experienced a second spring, and someone actually bought it.

After the purchase, the workers worked overnight, and in just two days the teahouse had a completely new look.

Now, the head of the family in front of the tea house, named Mao Luzi, was not happy.

Their family ran a car repair shop on the street. The business was not very good. Once the teahouse opened, no one promoted it, but more and more cars parked in front of their house every day.

A Rolls-Royce, a Mercedes-Benz, a BMW, or at worst an Audi. If you drive a Mazda, you would be embarrassed to put it here.

Normally, with so many cars parked in front of the door, Donkey should be happy. No, he is not happy. Why, because he repairs bicycles.

Business was not good at first, but you parked so many luxury cars in front of my house, and it became even worse.

Donkey is the honorific title given to him in this street. Whatever temper you think of a donkey, he has the same temper. He is also very small-minded. I feel that this tea house has been so prosperous recently and most of the people coming and going are strangers. Who is the thief? ?

If you don't recruit thieves, are you still blocking your own business?

When he thought of this, Mao Donzi was not happy. He made various reporting calls every day and even blocked the intersection of the tea house. But the strange thing was that he blocked the road with wooden boards, but the business in the tea house was on the contrary. More and more prosperous.

In the past few days, it has been so lively and crowded with guests and friends that Mao Donkey once wondered if it was haunted.

Until at night, a harsh knock on the door woke up the Donkey family.

"Who!"

The donkey looked at his watch and saw that it was only four o'clock in the morning. His temper suddenly rose, but the banging on the door continued, so the donkey took the trouble to walk to the door angrily wearing pants and holding an ax.

He opened the door and took a closer look, but saw no one.

"no one??"

Just when the donkey was confused, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter from above his head. When the donkey raised his head, he was surprised to see a person hanging on the door beam above his head.

Just listen to the man showing his mouth full of yellow teeth: "Hey, the mountains will not turn, the water will turn, and the water will not turn, the head will turn."

Before the donkey came to his senses, he saw the other party grabbing his head with one hand, twisting his four fingers and making a "click!" sound, and the donkey's head was twisted from the chest to the back. Carry it on your back.

Looking at the donkey lying on the ground, the three of them jumped down. The leader looked at his broken finger and said to himself: "That's just me. If I lose a finger, it will be disadvantageous." .”

As they spoke, the three of them took out the knives from their waists, walked into the door, and closed the door silently.

From then on, the door of this car repair shop never opened again, and the Donkey family also disappeared inexplicably.

Of course, these are all things for later.

Today, Xu Tong followed Mr. Song to hold a funeral for an elderly family.

"Kneel down~~~"

As soon as the words fell, the voice was as loud as a bell, and relatives, friends and family members dressed in mourning robes knelt down and worshiped on the ground.

After experiencing the previous funeral ceremonies, Xu Tong has now become a qualified funeral host, and is already familiar with a set of traditional funeral ceremonies.

The most important thing is that Xu Tong's exaggerated acting talent makes every word, every word, and even his deep eyes, solemn, calm and rich emotions comparable to that of a national recitation master.

Hosting several games in a row allowed him to watch the farewells between the living and the dead, and also gave him a deeper understanding of life and death.

This not only brings dignity to the deceased, but also brings soul comfort to the living.

Perhaps the work of the papermaker itself is exactly like this.

It is this level of understanding that makes every aspect of Xu Tong's hosting extraordinarily heavy and professional, giving people a sacred and profound aura inside and out, making people selectively ignore his young appearance. .

Mr. Song didn't say anything about this transformation, but he couldn't help but feel a turmoil in his heart.

At that time, he could not stop making progress in his spiritual practice, so his master Xue Gui asked him to learn to conduct funerals.

For this reason, he hired the best master, but it was only after his master passed away for several years that he truly felt his master's good intentions.

It only took Xu Tong such a short time to really integrate into it, and even did better than him.

This understanding is simply incredible.

But it also made Mr. Song happy. He sat aside and drank a sip of tea. He glanced sideways and saw that he looked much older in the mirror. He couldn't help but sigh and slowly walked out of the mourning hall with his hands behind his back, and went home first. .

After all, the master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual.

Xu Tong has now truly stepped into this threshold. He has taught everything he can and it's time to go back and give himself an explanation.

Mr. Song took advantage of Xu Tong's funeral arrangements and returned home slowly.

Pushing open the door, he subconsciously looked at the chairs in the living room.

As a result, Mr. Song suddenly came to his senses when he saw that the chair was completely empty.

So he walked to the bedside and was about to open the bedside table, but suddenly he was startled and saw a woman lying on the bed.

"who!!"

Mr. Song was startled at first, then became suspicious again. He stepped forward and lifted up the quilt to see that it was actually a silicone doll.

"Bah, this brat, you scared me."

Looking at the silicone doll lying on his bed, Mr. Song first cursed, and then couldn't help but pinch it a few times curiously. He realized that the skin and flesh of the doll were very similar to that of a real person, and he couldn't help but sigh at the greatness of this science. It can be made so realistic...

Mr. Song's face turned red as he thought about it, and he cursed: "Bah, bah, bah, you stinky boy!"

Then he shook his head and opened the bedside table.

Opening the most inconspicuous small box inside, Mr. Song walked step by step to the yard with the box in his arms and sat on the rocking chair.

First he took out his reading glasses from his arms, then carefully placed his hand on the box and gently wiped the dust on it.

The box was opened, and Mr. Song took out a photo from inside. The woman in the photo had big braids, dark eyes, and a snickering look. Looking at Mr. Song, he couldn't help but laugh along with her.

Then he took out a ruler. These long years also left traces on the ruler, making the ruler seem to be coated with a layer of patina, shining in the sun.

He tried tapping it twice on the palm of his hand, and a tingling sensation hit him. He couldn't help but think of the time when his master used this to teach him a lesson.

It hurt at that time, but it was sweet to think about it now, but when I thought about it further, I was full of regrets. When I put the ruler back in the box, Mr. Song raised his head, and his hazy eyes were twinkling. With some expectation.

"Qing'er!!"

In a daze, a familiar shout echoed in his ears.

"Qing'er!"

He raised his head in a daze and saw an old man in a coat holding a bunch of candied haws at the door, looking at him with a smile.

The old man waved to him, and Mr. Song's eyes suddenly lit up. He subconsciously stretched out his palm and pulled it. The palm, which was calloused and chipped, turned into a white and tender little hand in an instant.

"Master, you are back!"

"I'm back and I brought you some candied haws."

Looking at the bright red candied haws, he couldn't help but open his mouth and bite into it. The taste was still the same, so sweet and sour.

"Qing'er, let's go home."

The old man turned around to pull him away. Old Song was stunned for a moment, as if thinking about something, he looked back.

In a trance, he seemed to see a young man running towards him sitting in the rocking chair. After thinking about it, a grin suddenly appeared on his fair face, and he picked a candied haws from his hand and threw it in front of the young man.

"Master, Master!!"

Xu Tong put his finger under Mr. Song's nose, and his eyes suddenly turned red. Just when his nose was sore, there was a sudden bang. He looked up suddenly and saw a stone flying down from nowhere and hitting him. On the box in Mr. Song’s arms.

The box was knocked over by a stone and fell to the ground. Suddenly, the broken things were scattered all over the floor. Xu Tong took a look and saw a yellowed book falling on the ground under the stone.

The five characters "Qingyun Yishu Lu" are written generously on it in neat simplified Chinese characters...