Southern Civilization and Northern Martial Arts

Plants and trees can live without their heads, but can people live without their heads?

The answer is obviously no.

I have always believed unswervingly that if you really hate someone, and you hate him so much that you can’t forgive him without killing him, then you must cut off his head. Otherwise, no matter where you poke him, the lucky person will be able to survive. Only this one can survive.

If the thing falls down, even if the Lord of Hell comes, it will not work.

What Zhang Xinya was talking about must not be his Harrier brother performing acrobatics, but the real murder scene. The so-called Harrier brother should indeed be dead.

So, what is this sitting in front of you?

Corpse? Or ghost?

Is this the helper Zhang Daoxuan mentioned?

There was a chill in my back, and I looked at Zhang Daoxuan subconsciously. My heart was full of desire to explore. Without him, walking with something that was not a human being, I couldn't sleep.

"There are some things you'd better not know."

Zhang Daoxuan sighed and said to Zhang Xinya: "Don't worry, your Brother Yaozi can't be considered dead, he should still be considered alive. Don't mention these things in front of him again. Your Brother Yaozi will be sad. He

He came all the way to help us, don't break his heart."

It can't be considered dead, it should still be considered alive...

This series of keywords makes me dizzy. If it is said that things in this world are hard to distinguish between black and white, right and wrong, I believe this. But can’t a person still not be able to distinguish between life and death?

Who is that person on the steps?

I wanted to ask, but Zhang Daoxuan obviously had no desire to talk about it. Even Zhang Xinya said "oh" under his gaze, stopped asking, and lit the car again with concern.

As we got closer and closer, I finally saw clearly the appearance of Brother Yaozi mentioned by Zhang Xinya.

This is a man who looks honest and honest. He is wearing an old military uniform and canvas shoes. He is less than thirty years old and has a short head, but he has already grown a lot of white hair mixed with it. His skin is dark and he has heavy wrinkles on his forehead.

He is very handsome and looks very simple no matter how you look at him. He is like some poor children in the countryside who have become rich early. Many traces on their bodies are left by their hard work. They are the kind of honest people who would not let anyone take any precautions when they first meet him.

When we got off the bus, Brother Yaozi had already stood up from the steps. After nodding with Zhang Daoxuan, his eyes turned to Zhang Xinya. He immediately grinned, showing his white teeth, and spoke with a strong northern Shaanxi accent: "Xinya

Beautiful eggs, they have grown so big..."

He obviously had a very good relationship with Zhang Xinya. While he was talking, he subconsciously reached out to touch Zhang Xinya's head. However, Zhang Xinya seemed to have a shadow in her heart, her expression was complicated, and she subconsciously hid.

Brother Yaozi's smile faltered, and then he grinned self-deprecatingly: "It's quite embarrassing, but that's right. I guess it scared you at the time..."

The dialects of northern Shaanxi and northwestern Shanxi are quite similar in some places. They are both Kuching dialects and still retain a large number of ancient vocabulary. I can understand what Brother Yaozi said.

Xinmeidan should be Zhang Xinya’s nickname. It’s really shocking for an urban white-collar beauty to have such a nickname, but only some people who are very close to her would call her that. I guess they used to wear crotchless pants together.

Brothers and sisters playing together, this kite brother obviously looks at Zhang Xinya with fondness.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Zhang Daoxuan immediately pushed me out and said to Brother Yaozi: "This is the boy I told you, but now he is my apprentice. You can get closer and closer in the future."

"Say it again."

Brother Yaozi grinned, shook hands with me, and then said to Zhang Daoxuan: "He should take care of his own business first. I came here mainly because the second girl is also involved, and I am afraid that something will happen to her."

Without making a move, he had changed his words and called Zhang Xinya "Second Girl". Although they were still intimate, the distance between them was silently widened.

Zhang Xinya had a complicated look on her face and remained silent from beginning to end. It’s no wonder that the master who saw his head beheaded appeared again in the blink of an eye, chatting and laughing with you and then killing him with a slap on his head. Who can do that?

Habit?

I looked at Brother Yaozi's hands calmly.

These are extremely rough hands. The backs of the hands are covered with calluses. They seem to be swollen and turn black and purple...

I have seen similar hands on the hands of a classmate. That classmate’s father taught Bajiquan. He practiced boxing since he was a child, and he had such calluses on his hands. They were all caused by fighting in the past.

He can knock down a strong man with just two feet, and his fists are as strong as hammers. Three or four people can't get close to him.

However, my classmate is nothing compared to this kite brother, and his hands are far less scary than this one.

I estimated that if this person punched me in the face, he would probably blow my head off. He was no different from a human weapon, and it definitely didn’t match his appearance.

Moreover, when shaking hands, I found that there was a circle of calluses on his palms. Those calluses were very smooth and spread all over the palms of his hands...

As far as I know, some people who use Luoyang shovel all year round will have such calluses.

This kite brother is probably just a peasant, and he is also very skilled.

I don’t rob tombs, but I know about tombs. Nine out of ten big tombs in the world were built by us ritual officials. Even if we don’t have the ability to subjugate and eliminate demons, the structure and secret passages in this tomb are probably nothing.

People know better than us. I have actually met some people like this before. They will come to ask me some things. I have also heard about many weird things in this industry. Anyone who can stay in this industry for a long time

, which one has no life on its hands? To put it bluntly, rich people don’t rob tombs. Those who take risks are all poor people whose homes have clanking stones. However, the things that come out of the tombs often cost hundreds of thousands. When you see the wealth, you will be red.

It is completely normal to intend to kill people and steal goods.

For a moment, Brother Yao Zi was no different from a gangster in my eyes. After all, I was still a small and good citizen, and I didn’t even have the courage to look him in the eye.

While we were talking, the group of people entered the Zhenwu Temple. Brother Yaozi and my master went into the room to talk. I took the opportunity to grab Zhang Xinya and ask about Brother Yaozi.

"I'm not sure, I haven't seen him for many years..."

Zhang Xinya shook her head and told me some old things.

This kite brother is a distant cousin of hers. However, blood relationship is one thing, and the most important thing is the time they spend together.

When Zhang Xinya was young, the parents of Brother Yao Zi were neighbors with them. Brother Yao Zi was four or five years older than Zhang Xinya. She liked to play with Brother Yao Zi since she was a child. The relationship between the two was also very close, like

A pair of brothers and sisters.

However, when Zhang Xinya was eight years old, Brother Yaozi's family was wiped out overnight. However, as neighbors, they were unaware of it. When they got up early the next morning, they found two people hanging in front of Brother Yaozi's house.

The skin was half-dried by the wind and was floating in the wind. It belonged to Brother Yaozi's parents. They were skinned alive and then died by disembowelment and heart removal. As for Brother Yaozi, naturally he could not escape death. The body is still there.

in the house, but his head rolled on the steps in front of the house. It is estimated that when the murderer entered, Brother Yaozi was about to run for his life, and was beheaded by a knife, and the blood rushed out of the head...

For an eight-year-old girl, you can imagine how terrifying this scene is!

Since then, Zhang Xinya has suffered from social phobia for several years. Everyone looks like Brother Yaozi. She will slowly recover when she grows up. Now that she sees Brother Yaozi again, she really can't calm down. The whole thing is full of

Mist!

I felt hairy all over my body, and in my heart, I decided that Brother Yaozi was a type that I should never mess with.

Zhang Daoxuan and Brother Yaozi didn’t know what they said. They talked until midnight before they separated. Zhang Daoxuan was not worried about me because he was afraid that the Tianshi Blade would hurt me when I turned into a paper man. He deliberately came over to look at me to confirm.

After I was fine, he told me that I was afraid we would have to wait for a few more days and that he had made an appointment with someone.

This is the first time that Zhang Daoxuan told me about his plan.

What's in the Qihe Tomb and the Demon Tomb? Zhang Daoxuan doesn't know, but that tomb is indeed very ominous. When we went together that day, the soil in the tomb was blood-colored. In addition, it was a brine evil tomb, and the covering soil had changed, indicating that there were changes in the tomb.

The thing must have woken up, and then the three small flags he put on the grave were called sky-peeping flags, which were used by Taoists to ask for good or bad luck when casting spells. The three flags were broken at the waist, which meant that there was great misfortune in the tomb. Then he stabbed the soil with his sword,

I wanted to test how strong the evil spirit was in the tomb, which is also called casting stones to ask for directions. However, there was a bright red liquid flowing out of the tomb. It looked like blood, but in fact it was not blood. It was the water in the tomb that had been affected by the evil spirit.

Some kind of change is accumulated in the gravel soil, and it flows out with a prick, which is undoubtedly the release of evil.

The occurrence of this situation shows that the evil spirit in the tomb has reached an alarming level. It is okay for Zhang Daoxuan to go in alone, but it will not be optimistic if he brings me and Zhang Xinya with him. There is a high probability that two of them will be taken away. In desperation, he can only

I can find some great helpers.

Now, as soon as Brother Yaozi arrives, he is 70% sure. When the other person arrives, he is 80% sure. Plus some other preparations, he is 90% sure!

In fact, before meeting my dad, Zhang Daoxuan felt that it was basically 100% no problem. It can be seen that after my dad knew the foundation of the tomb, he reduced it to 10%.

Ninety percent...

After all, it is still possible to turn inside and make Zhang Daoxuan do this. The danger of this trip can be imagined.

"The other person should be arriving soon, please be patient."

Finally, Zhang Daoxuan told me: "You should stay in the Zhenwu Temple honestly these days and don't cause trouble."

After saying that, he patted my shoulder and left. After leaving, I didn't see him again for the next few days. He locked himself in the room and didn't know what he was doing, but it must have something to do with mine.

Things are related.

In the next few days, I followed Zhang Daoxuan's instructions and almost didn't leave the house. I huddled in the side room every day and read the letters left by my ancestors and the "Ten Thousand Burials Sutra". Reading these things now, I

My mentality has completely changed. I no longer look at things in detail as before. I regard it as a last-minute cramming. I can make up for it as much as I can. I have an intuition that this time I go to the grave, I am afraid that I will really escape death.

Read more, maybe it can save my life at a critical moment!

It's a matter of life and death, who can not take it seriously?

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days passed, and Zhang Daoxuan still stayed behind closed doors. On the other hand, Brother Yaozi would box in the woods outside the Taoist temple every day. One time I sneaked in to take a look after he finished practicing, and I was beaten by his fist.

The tree left a big hole, and the marks of the knuckles were clearly visible. I saw the cold air running from my eyes to my forehead, and I didn't dare to provoke him, or even take the initiative to talk to him.

On the eleventh day, a smiling middle-aged man came to the Zhenwu Temple.

This man is of medium build, wearing a Tang suit, with his hair tied back, white face and no beard, always smiling, his temperament is very elegant, very similar to those ancient Confucian scholars, his style is also very free and easy, and he does not invite himself in.

Zhang Xinya and I were all in the yard at that time. As soon as Brother Yaozi saw this middle-aged man, he immediately stood up and looked at this man for a long time. It seemed calm, but there was a twinkle in his eyes.

When I saw this posture, I knew clearly that these two people might not be able to deal with them.

"Old Bai?"
To be continued...