Only the writings of the heavens will counterattack

Chapter 236
Qiusheng was born intelligent, and his talent in business was much higher than that of Jiushu and the other three, so Jiang Fan handed over most of the property to Qiusheng. Although Qiusheng was young, his management of people and things It was all in good order, not at all chaotic. These days, under Qiu Sheng's leadership, the factory is developing better and better.

However, just when everyone thought that everything was going to be on the right track, Uncle Jiu was the first to fall down.

Physical fatigue and concern for the country and the people instantly overwhelmed Uncle Jiu. For the past three months, the three of Uncle Jiu have woken up earlier than chickens, slept later than dogs, and tirelessly donated porridge and dealt with refugees. Already physically and mentally exhausted, there is nothing wrong with falling down.

"Your master is going to make a fuss, go in and have a look." Aunt Cane said to Jiang Fan who came to visit Uncle Nine. Jiang Fan who was raising funds was actually busier than everyone else, and he had many other things to do After learning that Uncle Jiu was ill, Jiang Fan rushed back from the place where the sparks started to prairie fire without stopping.

Opening the door, Jiang Fan closed it gently, the room was quiet, Uncle Jiu had taken the medicine and was sleeping soundly, Uncle Jiu could hear his heavy breathing from far away, Jiang Fan walked softly and slowly to the side of the bed , Looking at Uncle Jiu, Jiang Fan's heart trembled when he saw it.

Is this still the Ninth Uncle I knew?
Is this still my master?
Why is it gray hair after not seeing him for a few months?

Jiang Fan was a little choked up. Uncle Jiu's dark circles were so heavy that he looked like a national treasure in human form. Even in his deep sleep, Uncle Jiu's brows were still tightly frowned, and he was always thinking about the Flower Dynasty and the people in his brows. Seeing Uncle Jiu who looked like this, Jiang Fan sighed deeply.

"Wen Cai, you're here."

As if sensing Jiang Fan's breath, Uncle Jiu slowly opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan sat by the bed, nodded and said, "Master, I'm here, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm so lucky to have you these days." Uncle Jiu reached out to touch Jiang Fan, but his thin arm seemed to be under a tremendous force. Seeing this, Jiang Fan lowered his head and let Uncle Jiu caress him.

"how come?"

Suddenly.

Jiang Fan exclaimed.

He looked at Uncle Jiu in a daze, and put his hand on Uncle Jiu's forehead.

"Master, you..."

Uncle Jiu seemed to have known the result a long time ago, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "I didn't expect that you found out in the end."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Jiu coughed lightly.

"Master, why didn't you tell me?"

Uncle Jiu's breath seemed to be there, and he was already close to the finish line. Coupled with his dying appearance, Jiang Fan soon guessed what it was.

"Tell you, will you still concentrate on doing things? As a teacher, although I don't know where you go and what you do every day, but as a teacher, I know that if you want to support thousands of people every day, your pressure is more than that of a teacher. Great, what makes me gratified is that even though you possess strength that ordinary people cannot possess, you did not rely on this powerful strength to sneak around and do evil."

"Master, stop talking..."

Jiang Fan interrupted, Uncle Jiu's breath was getting weaker and weaker, like a candle flickering in a strong wind, which might go out at any time.

Uncle Jiu shook his head, it would be too late if he didn't say anything else.

"Do you still remember what you promised me? After I die, you will leave Huahua Dynasty and never come back. Don't blame Master. You are immortal and powerful. I am worried that no one will be able to suppress you after I die. you."

Jiang Fan lowered his head and didn't speak, his body twitched. He held Jiushu's hand tightly, and the spiritual energy in his body poured into Jiushu desperately. A rosy color gradually appeared on Jiushu's face. He smiled and said: "Wen Cai , time is fate, there must be some time in life, and there is no time in life. Don’t force it. If you must come back and promise to be a teacher, you must not use your ability, let alone become a zombie, otherwise you will become a teacher. Ghosts will also run up to you."

"Master, at this moment, you can't think about yourself, Aunt Cane...is pregnant with your flesh and blood."

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu showed a look of guilt on his face: "I have no regrets all my life, no shame to the world, no shame to the common people, no shame to my teacher, but I am only sorry for Aunt Cane and my unborn child."

"Wen Cai, ask the elder brother and the third younger brother to come in." After a pause, Uncle Jiu said.

Jiang Fan didn't want to. Once he let go, Uncle Jiu would return to his original state. At this time, he could only rely on spiritual energy to continue his life.

It's not that he never thought of turning Uncle Jiu into a zombie, but would Uncle Jiu be willing?

How can a person who has been thinking about the common people in the world until his death, and has spent his whole life subjugating demons be willing to become a zombie himself?

Under Uncle Jiu's furious glaring, Jiang Fan finally compromised, got up and went out and called Daoist Yimei and Mao Xiaofang in the lobby. After the two entered the room, Jiang Fan who stayed at the door guarded Uncle Jiu until after a stick of incense, He felt that there were only two breaths inside, Jiang Fan's heart was shocked, his body trembled, and only heard a bang, Jiang Fan knelt heavily at the door.

……

Bad news came one after another. On the day Uncle Nine died, Mao Xiaofang and Taoist Yimei couldn't hold on any longer. The three of them seemed to agree. They didn't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but they wanted to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. The three of them seemed to agree , at different times of the same day, have fallen.

The sky on this day was extremely dark, even in the daytime, there was not a ray of sunlight to be seen, and the black clouds accumulated in the sky, as if they were about to fall down. Everyone's heart was extremely heavy. White candles, walking spontaneously on the street to pray for the three of them.

The entire Hong Kong Island fell into an eerie silence, and countless candlelights lit up as if illuminating the sky.

On this day, the whole city is mourning.

Ten mile long street, send off the three masters.

farewell!
……

Time waits for no one.

Qiu Sheng, Zhong Bang, A Fan, A Chu, Xiao Hai, A Hao, A Fang, A Qiang...the disciples of the three hurriedly held a funeral for the three of them, and the time was only one day. Quickly buried the three of them in one place, and then vigorously devoted themselves to a great cause.

They can't stop, and if they stop, thousands of people will starve to death.

Jiang Fan was in a coma for ten days. After ten days, Jiang Fan woke up, his pupils no longer had the look of the past, and he was completely numb. He left the room alone, found the grave of the nine uncles, and knelt for three days and three nights.

Some people persuaded Jiang Fan to mourn the festival, but Jiang Fan remained silent, and his mood did not change at all.

Three days later, Jiang Fan stood up, bought the mountain where the Three Heavenly Masters were located, and arranged a terrifying formation. At the same time, he left the lamp god to guard the three of them. Except for their close friends and relatives, he did not allow anyone to come and disturb them. them.

Before leaving, Jiang Fan glanced at the three black-and-white photos printed on the grave, and said softly: "Master, don't worry, I will do what I promised you."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Fan turned and left. After he left, bursts of white smoke suddenly appeared from the grave, and the entire mountain was immediately covered.

Jiang Fan didn't say goodbye to anyone. He left without a sound. No one noticed except Xiaoshuang. If Xiaoshuang hadn't focused on Jiang Fan all the time, maybe even she didn't know that Jiang Fan would leave Hong Kong Island suddenly. Seeing Jiang Fan leave, Xiaoshuang followed Jiang Fan without hesitation, and just followed Jiang Fan all the way, without using any of his abilities, walking on foot in the land full of artillery fire and desolation.

He saw ragged, beggar-like people running for their lives without sleep, food, or drink, and eventually died of exhaustion.

He saw a bumpy road, leading a family of several people, fleeing for their lives in a panic, and finally had to change children to eat, abandoning their wives and children.

I also saw the slaughtered villages, blood flowing into rivers, congealed and agglomerated, like dead zones, full of resentment.

People are killing innocent people.

Someone trampled on dignity.

Someone is ignoring the bottom line.

Scenes...

one pile...

It was all engraved in Jiang Fan's calm eyes, making his steps deeper and deeper.

Once in the dust, see all living beings in the end!

……

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Fan looked like a wise man, more like a beggar, wearing shabby clothes, walking barefoot between mountains and rivers, his long hair and waist were covered with lice, and his beard was messy.

He came to the sea beach, which was the end of his trip. As he said, he promised Uncle Jiu that he would not break his promise when he left Huachao.

At this time, he turned to Xiaoshuang who was also sloppy and said, "I'm leaving, you can go back."

Along the way, Xiaoshuang followed him all the time and never left, which required great courage.

Hearing Jiang Fan's words, Xiaoshuang shook her head resolutely, her eyes no longer had the innocence of the past, but she said firmly, "I will go wherever you go."

The voice is firm and unrepentant, and the eyes are calm and persistent.

It was the first time Jiang Fan saw such beautiful eyes, and he couldn't help being a little crazy.

for a long time.

I don't know how long.

The starry sky is replaced, and the sun and the moon meet.

The waves beat against the shore, and the breeze blew across their faces.

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Okay."

The voice just fell.

Xiaoshuang smiled, warming the ocean.

……

Red Creek Village.

It is not a paradise, the smoke of war is pervasive, and it has spread to this point.

Hongxiu rescued a man yesterday, and only after some treatment did he save his life.

"Sister Hongxiu, he's awake, he's awake..."

Kuang Guohua opened his eyes and listened to the surprised voice beside his ears. A trace of doubt flashed across his mind. While he was in a daze, he suddenly saw a woman in simple clothes and coarse cloth walking towards her. In Kuang Guohua's mind, at a glance, he felt that the other party was absolutely worthy of the name Hongxiu.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, lie down and rest for a while, I'll cook medicine for you and bring him back to life, take care of him." After finishing speaking, Hongxiu left Kuang Guohua behind.

Kuang Fusheng was a child who looked to be in his early ten years old. He came to Kuang Guohua and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"

"My name is... Lou Dehua." After hesitating for a while, Kuang Guohua said his name, but it was not true.

Kuang Fusheng nodded to Kuang Guohua and said his name, then sat quietly at the side and quietly guarded Kuang Guohua, peeking at the other party from time to time, seeing that the other party was already asleep, Kuang Fusheng drooped his head, sitting bored .

Not long after, Kuang Guohua recovered from his injuries and was about to bid farewell to Hongxiu and the others. As soon as he walked out, he heard someone hurriedly say, "The beast from the kimono country is here!"

All the villagers were shocked when they heard this, didn't they have already left the Huahua Dynasty?How could it appear again?

But right now is not the time to think about this, every appearance of the kimono people means killing, the village chief looked at Kuang Guohua, he vaguely guessed the purpose of the kimono people's arrival, so he asked Kuang Fusheng to take Kuang Guohua away, after the two left , the village chief hurriedly asked someone to burn Kuang Guohua's clothes, but it was too late.

Kazuo Yamamoto came with a valiant kimono, and as soon as he entered the village, he saw someone burning Kuang Guohua's clothes.

……

Albuquerque.

in the courtyard.

As a zombie, Jiang Fan only loves to lie in the yard and bask in the sun. The sun here is not as harsh as that of Huachao, and it looks soft. Because of the low terrain, the breeze is gentle, like a girl blowing every inch of skin, making people feel refreshed.

"Wen Cai, there is a party at the neighbor's house today, and we are invited to attend tonight."

Xiaoshuang, who came back from the neighbor’s house, said to the lazy Jiang Fan that Xiaoshuang is already familiar with the life here, and she has a unique temperament in her body. In addition, she has been exposed to a wide range of things, her vision has improved, and she has added a lot of charm , even the disabled child next door could not help but marvel at how God created such a perfect lady every time he saw Xiaoshuang, which made Xiaoshuang laugh every time he heard it.

This was her routine sentence, but she did not expect to get Jiang Fan's response.

"Okay, just call me when the time comes."

Jiang Fan replied nonchalantly, it has only been more than a month since I came here, Xiaoshuang not only adapted to the environment here, but also established a good relationship with her neighbors, and even invited them to family and friends gatherings such as birthday parties, it can be seen Xiaoshuang's ability to make friends is very strong.

Compared with Jiang Fan who stayed at home all day, Xiaoshuang also learned a not-so-fluent English, and now she can communicate with the locals normally.

Xiaoshuang nodded in surprise, gave Jiang Fan a white look, and walked straight in, into their current home, a small two-story house covering an area of ​​[-] square meters.

Soon, the setting sun fell to the west, and the setting sun carried the sunset glow, leaving behind the most beautiful expectations.

Jiang Fan, who had been decadent for a month, left the reclining chair. When he got up, the bones in his body made a crackling sound. The people living here, no one knew that this bearded man had been lying on a chair for a month.

Jiang Fan, who hadn't moved his body for a long time, seemed to have become lazy in all his bones, making creaking noises with every movement. Xiaoshuang had been waiting for a long time when she heard the movement. Jiang Fan got ready, just like a maid waiting for Jiang Fan to get up and then serving him.

"You have worked hard these days."

Jiang Fan sighed infinitely, this sentence made Xiaoshuang's tender body tremble suddenly, she looked up at Jiang Fan affectionately, choked up and said: "You have finally recovered."

Jiang Fan nodded, smiled and stroked Xiaoshuang's beautiful hair. Xiaoshuang couldn't help but hugged her tightly again. After a while, Xiaoshuang let go of Jiang Fan and handed the things to Jiang Fan. Close the door.

Jiang Fan saw it, shook his head and chuckled, went to the bathroom, hung up all the traces of the years he had accumulated these days, looked at himself in the mirror, Jiang Fan was a little dazed, his skin was aging, his complexion was dull, and there was an indescribable smell on his body. He was so lifeless that even if he smiled, he couldn't feel any smile.

(End of this chapter)