The years when I was an old man

Huang Shigong?

My heart suddenly shook.

I guessed that he was from the Huang family. After all, he could mobilize the mules and could travel freely in and out of the wilderness.

This alone is not something that ordinary people can do.

But I never would have imagined that he turned out to be Huang Shigong?

I pondered for a moment and then asked:

"Are you Huang Shigong?"

He put his hands behind his back, glanced at me and Brother Garlic with an unruly look, and said:

"A man stands between heaven and earth. He can change his name, but he cannot change his surname. Otherwise, how can I have the face to face the ancestors of my Huang family..."

"Then why are you hiding from the old accountant?"

I asked suspiciously.

As soon as I finished speaking, Huang Shigong burst into laughter.

His voice was loud and confident, making my ears ring.

"I hide from him? I just don't bother to see these bastards. All my life, I have always done what I want. Otherwise, how could I retire at the height of my power?"

"Why do you want that painting?"

I asked again.

"It's very simple. It settles a grudge from back then!"

"What grudge?"

"It has nothing to do with you. You might as well ask something that is relevant to you. For example, who did Mero lose to? And whose hands and feet were cut off by whom. If I answer you, you have to give me that painting!"

I looked at Huang Shigong, and my doubts became more and more serious.

But I still nodded and said:

"Okay, I can promise you. Then tell me, who did Mello lose to? And who broke his hands and feet?"

Huang Shigong slowly walked to the window and looked at the mountains outside the window.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was remembering something.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"That should be the most heartbreaking night for Qianmen in thousands of years. That night, there was wind and rain, lightning and thunder. Everyone knew that it was a battle related to the fate of Qianmen. One of the parties It is Merlo, the most gifted prodigy among thousands of sects for thousands of years..."

As he spoke, he paused again.

And today's game will end soon.

If he continues to be verbose like this, he will definitely have to let him go as soon as he comes back.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but urge:

"What are you talking about? Can you say something useful?"

Huang Shigong ignored me at all, still looking like he was intoxicated with himself.

"On the other side is Zhang Shoushan, who is known as the Thousand Evils. The match between the two was actually not exciting, not even as good as your star ranking list. In just ten minutes, the winner was decided. Melo lost. …”

"Impossible, Mello can't lose to him!"

I said in a deep voice.

Although I have never met Zhang Shoushan, I heard Kanye say it.

Zhang Shoushan's Qian Shu is about the same as him, but Mero is obviously much better than the two of them.

How could Mello be so careless and lose to Zhang Shoushan in such a life and death situation?

Huang Shigong looked back at me and said:

"Mello did lose, but he took the initiative to admit defeat..."

Ok?

Take the initiative to admit defeat?

I was even more confused and asked hurriedly:

"Why would he admit defeat?"

Huang Shigong shook his head and said slowly:

"Sorry, there are only two questions in our exchange, and this one is not included. I have already answered everything I should answer for you. Now, please hand over the painting..."

I looked at the other person, but everything he just said was in my mind.

Did my father really admit defeat on purpose?Then what is he for?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside.

It seems that today's game is over.

Huang Shigong obviously heard the footsteps. He hurried to the window and opened it.

At the same time, he looked back at me and asked anxiously:

"What about painting?"

I glanced at him and shook my head.

"The painting is not on me. I will give it to you after I confirm that what you said is true!"

"If you dare to lie to me, I will make your life worse than death!"

With that said, he climbed onto the window sill and jumped out in a hurry.

The mule followed, and the two soon disappeared into the vast woods.

Brother Garlic walked up to me, glanced out the window, and said slowly:

"He lied!"

I nodded and said:

"I know!"

"Then why are you still listening?"

I sighed slightly and said helplessly:

"But what he said is probably not all false. The truth is mixed with the false. He is a master of lying. In fact, he is not Huang Shigong at all!"

Brother Garlic didn’t understand these things, so I had no choice but to say a few words to him.

Looking back at him, I asked:

"Why are you back again?"

The footsteps outside were getting closer, Brother Garlic lowered the brim of his hat.Walk towards the door.

When he was about to go out, he stopped and said without looking back:

"I won't leave until Liu Yunxiu dies. Also, I won't allow anyone to touch you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked straight out the door.

I looked at the door crazily, and soon, Mr. Hong and others walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, Master Hong immediately said:

"Master Chu Liu, you really shouldn't leave today. Today's game was so exciting. Jin Wushuang's Qianju is much more powerful than I imagined..."

Seeing that I didn't respond, Mr. Hong immediately said:

"By the way, I heard that Huang Shigong has arrived in Bahuang. He will be there for tomorrow's game!"

Ok?

I was a little confused.

Could it be that the two-fingered old man just now was really Huang Shigong?