16 Which is stronger and which is weaker

Three days later, at noon, the sun was in the sky, and the people in the poisonous sun could not open their eyes, let alone go out. Almost all the men, women and children in another village huddled at home and enjoyed a trace of warm wind brought by the fan. Perhaps only a bedroom of the village head's house could blow the cool breeze brought by Gree air conditioner.

On the mountainside of Qingcheng Mountain, in an inconspicuous place, Xiao Chen and Tianyou, one big and one small, knelt on the ground, with their eyes shining and extremely haggard. The tombstone in front of him reads "The spiritual position of Cigu Xiaoqiu". Although the country has long had a clear rule that people should not be buried in the ground after death. It is a waste of land and resources. It must be cremated. Only a ball of ashes is burned and then take it home. Xiao Chen doesn't care about those bullshit regulations. After death, people should go into the ground. If you don't go into the earth, how can you go to Huangquan Road and where can you find the bridge to drink Mengpo soup? Xiao Chen believes in fate and ghosts and gods, so he will stop when Zhang Qiuling says, "There is a god when raising his head three feet" in the eight-door golden lock array.

Maybe it's because tears are dry. Looking at the tombstone, Xiao Chen did not shed tears anymore. His eyes are empty and godless. If people's eyes are not bright, they actually look no different from the dead. At this moment, Xiao Chen is probably what he looks like. Sometimes the living are more painful than the dead.

"Ghosts, drink some water, your lips are cracked." Tianyou sobbed and said. My aunt died for three days, and I also knelt here with Gui Jianchou for three days, basked in the sun for three days, and it was cold for three days.

Xiao Chen slowly turned his head and looked at Tianyou grinning, and then turned his head to continue to stare at the tombstone. "No, my brother, I can still hold on. If you are thirsty and hungry, go back to eat some."

"If you don't leave, I won't leave. I will do whatever you do. I will always follow you."

Tianyou's face showed a little stubbornness, and then he said, "In fact, I know everything. You said that it will take a long time for Dad to come back when he has gone far away. In fact, Dad went to the same place with his aunt and will never come again. I know that you lied to me because you looked at me before, even in another month. I'm only nine years old, but I've learned a lot of things that little fat people don't understand.

"Real? You have grown up." Xiao Chen said lightly, raised her hand and touched Tianyou, and then said, "Tianyou, let's kowtow to my aunt to make her walk on Huangquan Road without loneliness."

"Dong" "Dong" "Dong"...

This is the sound of two big heads hitting the ground.

Suddenly standing up, Xiao Chen stared at the tombstone and shouted, "Auntie, go. Don't look back. Although Huangquan Road is difficult to walk, although it is lonely, the old man said that the flowers on the other side of Huangquan Road are blooming. When I was a child, I remember that you liked flowers very much, and it would not be too lonely to have those flowers to accompany you. Don't forget to say hello to me when you see the old man underground. When I have a chance, I'll take a few jars of good wine to the old man's grave and have a drink with him. You tell him to take good care of his health. Don't even drink wine when I look for him. Xiao Chen laughed, and there was a sadness in his heroic life. He pulled up Tianyou, who was still kowtowed on the ground, and said, "Let's go. There will be a place for us."

Tianyou nodded vigorously and followed Xiao Chen back to another village.

Another village is as usual, and there is some noise in the calm. When he walked to the Peach Blossom Village Holiday Park, Xiao Chen saw a familiar face, Lin Feng.

After seeing Xiao Chen, Lin Feng strode up and asked, "Brother Xiao Chen, what are you going to do now? Do you want to stay here or go out of another village to see the outside world?

"There are still some things to deal with at home. Let's talk about it later." After three days of dripping water, Xiao Chen had no strength to talk.

"Well, when you decide to come to Nanjing to find me, this is my number. Please call me when you arrive in Nanjing." Lin Feng handed over a note, looked at Xiao Chen, shook his head gently, and turned away. Lin Feng could understand Xiao Chen's pain, but he still didn't expect that the woman's death would bring such heavy sadness to Xiao Chen. A young man who was originally sunny or evil suddenly seemed to be ten years old.

Looking at Lin Feng's back, Xiao Chen said, "This man's mind is bigger than the sky."

Tianyou tilted his head and looked at Xiao Chen and said puzzledly, "Ghosts see sorrow. Is the conspiracy and trick mentioned on TV, but I think that person is very good."

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "What do children know? People who have scheming in the city will not hang on their faces, and people who hang on their faces will never become climate. People like Lin Feng will definitely become heroes in the future. There are fate and scheming in this. When you grow up, I will teach you slowly."

He didn't come back for three days. Some dust had fallen on the tables and chairs at home. After entering the house, Xiao Chen did not plan to clean them up, but casually sat in a chair and smoked.

"If you are worried, let's eat something." Looking at Xiao Chen Tianyou sitting in the chair smoking as if nothing had happened, he was a little worried and even a little scared. His father left and his aunt left. He didn't want to see the ghost and left. He found two clean potatoes from the kitchen and looked at Xiao Chen and continued, "Ghosts, can you stop smoking and eat a potato first?"

"God bless, what do you think people live for? Is it fame or profit? Is it for others or for yourself? He reached out to take a potato and nibbled it down. "Cough" "Cough"... Xiao Chen kept eating for a long time. After coughing, he continued to himself and said to himself, "Maybe no one understand this truth. They just want to live comfortably. How can they think about the truth of living?"

"Eat slowly." It's like the words of adults teaching children come from the mouth of God's blessing. Tianyou didn't understand who they were in the mouth of ghosts, and he didn't want to understand that he wanted to live well, and he wanted to repay the ghosts, so he began to eat the potato in his hand.

Xiao Chen really didn't expect that his aunt would go like this, which was more unprepared than when the old man left. They all left, leaving me alone, maybe Tianyou, and my uncle, the bitch who enjoys all the glory and wealth in the city. It's really sad that my aunt asked me to take care of him. If I told my aunt that when I went to Nanjing, I didn't know what my aunt would feel when I saw my uncle lying on a woman? Should I continue to think about his goodness in those years, or will he shed tears secretly? Well, if he wants to be free, go free. I still have to listen to my aunt's words. As for the Tang family... There was a sneer at the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth. Since they abducted their young aunt 30 years ago, I have to help my aunt get back a little justice. As for my aunt's words, I can only violate it. The sneer is even worse, as sad as a ghost.

"I want revenge, no one can stop it." Xiao Chen knew that there was a mysterious family in Sichuan. They were all surnamed Tang, also known as Tangmen. It is said that they have a history of hundreds or even thousands of years. Although her aunt didn't say it, Xiao Chen had guessed that it must have been someone from Tangmen who abducted her. The reason is that Xiao Chen is not very clear. He just vaguely knows that Sichuan Tangmen and the Xiao family have There is a deep hatred, just like the mythical and legendary Zhu Ronghe Gonggong. In Xiao Chen's memory, the old man once shouted two words when he was sleeping. Those two words were "Tangmen". After shouting, the old man sweated like rain and woke up. He touched a jar of wine on the desk and poured down wildly, looking like he had lingering palpitations. Xiao Chen didn't ask why the old man was like this. It was useless to ask what the old man didn't want to say, so Xiao Chen just remembered the word Tangmen in his heart.

Xiao Chen sometimes even suspects that the old man's lame leg was done by Tangmen. When he was sensible, Xiao Chen always came up with the word Tangmen in his heart when he looked at the old man's lame leg. It was also at that time that Xiao Chen never forgot these two words and never said them. The old man taught him to read and practice calligraphy, taught him Nanquan, and taught him the truth of life, except that he did not teach the old man the godly things hanging in his mouth all day. Although the old man didn't say anything, Xiao Chen understood that the old man didn't want to teach him everything about himself. The old man was afraid that one day Xiao Chen would also be lame and become an alcoholic. When Xiao Chen was a child, when Xiao Chen followed the old man to hit Nanquan in the deep mountains, the old man always looked at himself with a smile while drinking. He did not praise or criticize, but just said a word or two in the wrong place. Ten years ago, he learned all about Nanquan. The old man said, "You don't have to fight Nanquan anymore. This kind of kung fu is not suitable for you. It's just that you were too poor when you were a child, so that you taught you this set of Nanquan so that you can get through the 14-year-old hurdle. After this hurdle, you only have two tricks left. One is when you were 24 years old, and the other is you 3 At the age of 0, if you can pass these two hurdles again, in the future..." The old man didn't go on, because he was drunk in the mountains.

Although the old man asked him not to play Nanquan again, Xiao Chen didn't listen. He always fought secretly when he went up the mountain alone. No one knew what level Xiao Chen's Nanquan had reached, and no one knew that Xiao Chen could do Nanquan. He only knew the flowers and trees of heaven and earth and Qingcheng Mountain. Xiao Chen likes to hide alone in a forest in the back mountain of Qingcheng and practice secretly. What he wants is to be quiet and what he wants is not to be moved by the outside world. He has left countless traces of fists on the towering trees that have been extremely thick in the years. This is the traces left by the burst of strength in Nanquan, and it is also the most fiercest in Nanquan. The domineering kung fu, the old man just said it casually. He didn't want Xiao Chen to learn such domineering kung fu, but he didn't expect that Xiao Chen's southern boxing had completely integrated an inch of strength into it. It was fierce and tough, and his fists were like thunder and spitting like lightning.

Slowly stood up and walked out of the door, extinguished the cigarette butt. Xiao Chen breathed and shouted at Qingcheng Mountain, "Tangmen, I'm coming."

The villagers who were taking a nap in another village immediately scolded with dissatisfaction: "Crazy." But who knew that the unusual bloody wind was coming. Xiao Chen played Nanquan at the age of four. He practiced in the deep mountains for 20 years and hid for 20 years. Even in the face of Ba Snake, he refused to reveal it. Now, he has no worries, and it's time to take action.

Which is stronger or weaker, Tangmen or Nanquan?