Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Mantou shook his head, and replied, "Second Master doesn't need to give Mantou."

The old man didn't know what to say, he just stroked the child's head and remained silent.

There are 43 spiritual tablets in the ancestral hall, and the incense is kept burning all the year round, and the offerings are unabated. The old man has been guarding the ancestral hall since he was crowned, until he got old like this.

The Beimo people had already killed the neighboring villages, and soon, this village would also face the first catastrophe in the past hundred years.

The old man cannot leave the place where he was born and raised. He is different from steamed buns, and he still has a lot of years to live, so he shouldn't stay here with an old man who is going to die.

The old man was silent for a moment, and said to the children beside him, "Master Er will send you out tomorrow morning."

"Where are you going?" Mantou asked suspiciously.

The old man pondered for a moment, but he didn't know how to answer this question. He had never been to any other place in his life, so where should he send the steamed buns?He really can't answer.

The old man squeezed out a smile, patted Mantou's head, and said, "Go and play."

into the night.

There is constant sand and dust at the border, especially at night, it is even more necessary to close the doors and windows, otherwise the house will be full of dust when you wake up the next day.

The old man sat on the bedside and glanced at the steamed bun lying on the bed.

Mantou opened his eyes and asked, "Second master still not sleeping?"

The old man smiled and replied: "Sleep now."

Thinking of sending this little baby away, I still feel a little reluctant, but I have to send it away. He can stay here with his ancestors, but this baby can't.

"Ta Tata..."

But at this moment, there was a sound of horseshoes outside the house.

The old man stood up in shock and hurried to the window.

Mantou was puzzled, sat up and asked, "Second Master, what's wrong?"

Through the dilapidated window, the old man saw the balls of fire, and the man on the horse was bare-chested, holding a long knife in his hand, with a strong figure.

"Northern desert people!"

The old man calmed down, he walked quickly beside Mantou, pulled him up and said, "Follow Second Master!"

The old man pulled the steamed bun out of the room, glanced sideways, and took the steamed bun to the ancestral hall.

The old man was panting heavily, and the steamed bun behind him was also blushing, he couldn't keep up with the second master's pace, he was just being dragged over.

Shouts came from outside the village, and the steamed buns were not stupid. If they were good, they must be the Beimo people that the villagers said back then.

When he walked to the ancestral hall, the old man hurriedly lifted a wooden board on the ground. Under the wooden board was a big hole that had been dug. The old man pulled the steamed bun over and said, "Go in!"

Mantou resisted and stepped back half a step and asked, "Where is the second master?"

The old man was a little anxious, opened his eyes and said: "Whatever you do, go in quickly!"

Mantou shook his head, stared at the old man and said, "I will go wherever the second master goes."

"You baby..." The old man became even more anxious, he grabbed the steamed bun and threw him into the pit.

"Second master..." Mantou wanted to climb out, but was pushed back by the old man.

The old man pressed him and panted heavily and said: "Silly Mantou, don't make a sound, don't make a sound, do you hear me clearly?"

The old man didn't wait for Mantou's answer, he picked up the wooden plank on the side and covered it, and then pushed the long table in the ancestral hall up.

Mantou cried out anxiously, but he didn't have enough strength to push it out, so he could only cry and call Second Master.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and warned again: "Don't make any noise."

After finishing speaking, the old man took a step forward, he glanced back at the ancestral hall that had been guarded all his life, and strode away.

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People from Beimo attacked and killed them. When they arrived at the village here, the long knife was still stained with blood. It is unknown which village suffered the disaster.

Several war horses stopped in front of the village, but there was no fire in the village in front of them.

Before the village entrance, the Beimo people looked.

But they saw an old man sitting on a chair, dressed decently, and holding a tattered fan in his hand.

He looked up at the Beimo people in front of the village entrance

"Mantou calls me second master, second master, I have to die with dignity."

Chapter 310: To be his shadow in the future

Dawn came.

Border villages are still so quiet.

A scream sounded, breaking the tranquility of the dawn.

"Zheng."

The long sword was stained with blood, and the person wearing a bamboo hat wiped the blood stains on the sword from the corpse and retracted the sword.

All around him were dead bodies and horses with nowhere to go.

The corpses were separated, and each corpse had its neck cut or a blood hole in its chest, and the ground was stained red by the blood of more than ten corpses.

The border was broken and there was no defense, so the Beimo people who were in the border of Beimo crossed the border wantonly, massacring the people of Dachen border.

Along the way, the bamboo hat swordsman has seen many villages that have been slaughtered, and he can't remember which one it is.

The swordsman beheaded the dozen or so Beimo people casually, muttering: "53...54...67."

So far, 67 people have been killed.

But there was no joy at all, because he came late.

He looked up and saw that there was no one in the village, and there was a fallen old man at the entrance of the village.

The swordsman stepped forward and looked at the old man lying at the entrance of the village.

The breathless old man was dressed decently, but the clothes were stained with blood, and there was a folding fan lying flat on the side.

Most of the border villages are poor, but the old man's clothes are so bright and bright, the swordsman didn't think much about it, but felt a little pity, and walked into the village.

He wanted to see if there were any living people here.

This village is neither small nor big, there are about a dozen families, but along the way, the swordsman only saw a dead old man at the entrance of the village.

"All gone?" The swordsman raised his eyebrows.

It should be like this, the people in this village should have gotten the news and fled here, but why the dead old man at the entrance of the village didn't leave.

When the swordsman walked into the village, he really didn't see anyone, not even a dead body, which was a blessing in misfortune.

He stopped suddenly, looked sideways, and his gaze was on the ancestral hall of the village.

The swordsman in the bamboo hat stepped into the ancestral hall.

The closer he was to the ancestral hall, the more the swordsman could feel a faint aura, and he thought to himself: "Sure enough, someone is here again."

Gradually walking in, he stopped at the table.

Looking down, there is a wooden board under the table, and the faint breath is under the wooden board.

"boom."

The swordsman kicked the table away, and stretched out his hand to lift the board.

But I saw a child hugging his legs, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears were faintly visible on his face. Mantou raised his head and looked at the swordsman with open eyes.

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.........

A solitary grave was erected under the tree at the border.

The swordsman stood aside with his arms folded, the long sword was still hanging by his side, the wind blowing sand seemed to fascinate his eyes, but it didn't matter to him.

In front of the solitary grave, there was a child kneeling on the ground, burning a wad of paper money.

The child's eyes were rosy, but no tears were shed, because those tears were already being drained by him.

The person buried in the grave was called Erye by children, and there was only the word Erye written on the tombstone. He remembered Erye but didn't know what his name was.

The steamed buns were burning paper money one by one, their eyes glazed over.

People in the village call him silly mantou, but he is not stupid, he understands everything.

It is the second master who can't let go of Mantou, and what the second master can't let go of is the place where he was born and raised.

"What's your name?" the bamboo hat swordsman asked.

The child kneeling in front of the grave replied weakly: "Steamed buns."

"How did you choose this name?"

"Second Master said that steamed buns are a good thing. If you are full, you will not be hungry."

The bamboo hat swordsman was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Have everyone in this village left?"

Mantou looked sideways at the swordsman and replied, "Yes."

"Then why don't you leave?"

From the point of view of the swordsman, guarding this village is extremely dangerous. Recently, the border area has never been stable, and he has already killed several groups of people.

"Second Lord is reluctant to come here." Mantou burned another piece of paper money, and the paper money in his hand was almost depleted.

"how about you?"

"I can't bear the second master."

The swordsman fell silent, his thoughts soared. A scene from the past appeared in front of his eyes. The swordsman told himself not to think about these anymore, and shook his head to throw away what was in his mind.

The child in front of him was as stupid as he was before.

As far as Mantou is concerned, the only person he cares about in this village is the second master, who single-handedly raised him.

The children sat on the steps in front of the ancestral hall, playing with the ants on the ground with wooden sticks, and the old men in the ancestral hall offered incense and worship every day.

The old man was reluctant to part with this place. He had never left here in his life. He lived here and died here.

Everyone in the village said that the second master was a fool, and he would die for such a thing.

But Mantou understands that Er Ye just doesn't want to explain, that Er Ye is the last elder in the village, that sense of belonging is something that no one in the village has, and they don't understand that this place holds a special place in Er Ye's heart.

The second master guarded it all his life...

Mantou finally burned out the paper money, and the swordsman thought it was over.

Mantou stood up, glanced sideways at the swordsman, and said, "Can you help me make another spirit card?"

The person under the bamboo hat looked at the child, paused and replied, "Yes."

Pulling out the sword and raising his hand, a piece of the tree in front of him was cut off, and after a few sword strikes in the blink of an eye, it was repaired into a spirit card-like appearance.

"What characters are engraved?" the swordsman asked.

"It's still the second master."

After a while, Mantou went to the ancestral hall in the village with the rough spirit tablet in his arms.

He put the spirit tablet engraved with "Second Master" into the ancestral hall, and now there are four No.43 of the 40 spirit tablets.

"In this way, Second Master won't be lonely." Mantou muttered.

Mantou took two steps back and came to the incense burner. He imitated the three sticks of incense he had found with the appearance of the second master, burned the paper money, and lit the incense in his hand.

Mantou stood in front of the ancestral hall holding the three incense sticks.

In an instant, there seemed to be an old man's figure overlapping with it.

The second master said that he was still young, and he could only come in to offer incense until the year of his coronation, but now he broke the rules.

But Mantou didn't care, the village was almost gone.

One bow, one bow to the second master.