east corner

The room was silent for a long time, and returned to staring at the old man.

After the old man finished speaking, he began to bury his head in his meal, grunting loudly.

Returning to watch him eat, but nothing left in his mind.The old man's words were so heavy that he didn't know how to react.

how so?He has grown up to such a great age, and he is all well, so how could he suddenly have such a catastrophe.

Could what he said be true?

But... Grandmaster is not someone who will easily take other people's words to heart, but at this critical moment, he specially asked him to come in front of this person and ask, does it at least mean that Grandmaster has already noticed something?

Chong Gui asked: "Then... do you know when this catastrophe will come?"

The old man stopped his chopsticks, and said slowly: "I can't say it, I can't say it..." His brows frowned slightly: "There has been a mistake in the year and month, but no one noticed. The catastrophe should have arrived 200 years ago... But I don’t know why it’s been so many years late...Even I can’t figure it out now.”

200 years.

My heart sank suddenly.

He had heard the word eye too many times.

The vague memory of 200 years ago, the unknown general slaughtered demons 200 years ago, the East China Sea opened up 200 years ago, and the civil strife in Yaochuan 200 years ago.

What happened 200 years ago?

It was as if something had been torn apart in his returning mind, and more incomplete and distorted images flooded up, and he had a splitting headache, but he couldn't control it.

Faintly, he heard the old man sighed, and the voice seemed to come from a distance: "Now that I'm locked up here, what do I care about those people, I can live every day..."

The old man finished his meal without a grain of rice in the bowl, and there was not a drop of vegetable soup on the plate, so he burped.Sitting on the stool and looking at Zhong Gui lazily, he suddenly remembered something and said: "No matter who you are, it is fate to meet me with this face today. Why don't I do the math for you too?"

Troubled by a headache, Zhong Gui said bluntly, "No need."

But unexpectedly, the old man grabbed his hand without waiting for his consent.

The old man's hands still had the oil that was rubbed on the chicken legs just now, and now all of them have rubbed on Zhonggui's hands. Even though Chonggui has turned into Gong Wunian's appearance at this moment, he didn't notice that even the palm prints turned into the same as his master's .The old man grabbed his hand, and he wanted to pull it out, but found that the old man was surprisingly strong. He tried a little, but couldn't pull his hand out.

After pumping twice, he regained his strength.With his free other hand, he rubbed his painful forehead, and thought vaguely:

Forget it, so what.

Let him do the math, anyway, he doesn't believe in fate.If he had really believed in his destiny, he would not have tried so hard to stay in Lanke Mountain, he should have gone down the mountain to become a mortal, and he would not have met his master.

As for what the old man said, he didn't believe a single word.

How many people the master has saved, and how kind he is in his heart, he is very clear, saying that those who approach him will not end well, even if they are killed and returned to him, he will not believe it.

He even didn't believe that the master could not leave a trace in this world.

Even if everyone doesn't remember, he will always remember Master in his heart.

The old man looked at Zhonggui's hand, as if fascinated, sometimes his eyes were shocked, and sometimes his face was full of doubts. After a while, he suddenly raised his head to look at Zhonggui.

"Strange, weird!"

He didn't seem to believe what he saw, so he grabbed Returning's hand and looked at it.The old man's hand was trembling slightly, he looked at it carefully again, and slowly put down his returning hand.

"Okay...what a strange fate, who are you? What are you...what are you?"

Hearing what he said, Zhong Gui couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"It's not a demon, it's a ghost, it's a demon, it's a human, and it's a demon, it's a ghost, it's a demon, it's a human...how is this possible?"

"This, how is this possible... Your life is even more strange than his life!"

Speaking of this, the old man thought of something again, grabbed his hand and looked at it again, and laughed for a moment: "No wonder, no wonder. No wonder you two came together. Such a strange fate, isn't it a natural match!"

Hearing what he said, the heart of returning home was even more chaotic, and the already chaotic mind was even more chaotic, and the sound of thumping in the temple was surprisingly loud.

He used a trick to make the oil on his hands disappear, and said:

"Are you done?"

The old man nodded: "It's over." He retracted his hand into his sleeve again.

If it was in the past, seeing such a strange fate, he would have been able to question people for many days and ask everything clearly.

But it is different now, he is just a walking corpse, he knows that he is about to die, and he has no interest in anything in this world.The old man yawned and walked slowly to the bedside.

He lay back on the bed again, still with his back on his back.

"Did he ask you to ask me?" The old man closed his eyes and asked again, but he said again: "I'm done talking here, and I don't know anything else..." In the end, he had already fell asleep.

Resting on the table, he slowly stood up.He recalled the invisibility technique to himself, and walked slowly towards the door.

He braced himself up and went back to the courtyard where he lived, and went straight into Gong Wunian's room in a daze.

His footsteps were a little stagnant, and he walked to the bedside, lay down on the master's bed, and pulled off the brocade quilt to cover his body.

On the quilt, there seemed to be a very faint smell of the master's body.

This smell made the returning consciousness even more blurred, what the old man said just now rang in his ears over and over again, and the memory in his mind pulled him into a boundless illusion.

……

When the fog cleared in front of him, Chonggui found himself walking in front of the nameless mansion.

He didn't know it when he first met, but now he already knows that this is the house he lived in in his previous life.Chong Gui raised his feet and walked into the mansion.

When I first entered, I found that it was different when I returned. It looked more... alive than any previous memory.

The flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom, and every room is so clean that it seems that even the sand in the wind has never stayed in this mansion.

It's not like the dilapidation when we first met, nor the desolation when he and Hu Xuan were together in memory.

Returning and walking in again, he faintly thought that something was about to come out, which urged him to move faster.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

He kept looking at the man in the yard.

"Master, Grandmaster..."

Gong Wunian also looked over, that gaze, just one glance, was so tender that Chong Gui's face turned red.

Unexpectedly, the next moment Gong Wunian flashed in front of him, stretched out his arms, and actually wrapped his arms around his waist.

When he returned, his body froze instantly.

Gong Wunian lowered his head and asked him with a smile: "Master? Is this something interesting?"

Chong Gui didn't understand what he was talking about, but felt that his legs were a little weak: "Master, you..."

Gong Wunian looked at his expression, it didn't look like he was joking, she backed away slightly, bowed her fingers slightly, raised her heavy chin, her eyes showed worry:

"Good apprentice, are you sick, do you not recognize Master?"

The only thing in Zhong Gui's gaze is those peach blossom eyes filled with water, as if fascinated.

But when he heard Gong Wunian's words, he woke up again dully.

"Master, Master?!"

The author says:

Have you guessed who this old man is? That's right, he is the one in the introduction who commented on our master.