Chapter 667 Epilogue: Awakening From a Dream

Chapter 667 Postscript ⑤·Awakening from a Big Dream

"Hart Boxing has no relatives."

"Yes, that's what his will says. Donate to the charity fund of the Black Cat Orphanage, yes."

After Xueming explained these things to the telegraph operator, Wu Xiuwen happened to call the door.

He made a silent gesture with one hand, and put his hand on the shoulder of the telegraph operator, asking him to continue ringing the bell and not being so nervous.

Wu Xiuwen had just woken up and returned to reality in the illusory world woven by fragrant dreams. He had many questions in his heart and wanted to ask his master for advice.

When Jiang Xueming finished the dispatching work, he took the students to the tea room of the prefect's mansion——

——This was originally Li Kunhai's private entertainment room, but now it has become the temporary residence of the Anonymous Command.

There were several futons in the tea room, where Billy the Kid and Foianini took their lunch break.

Xueming found a place for Wu Xiuwen and brought a coal stove to boil water and heat tea.

"Let me introduce you."

"These two are your senior brothers."

He pointed at Billy, who was still snoring.

"In terms of seniority, this is your third senior brother. In the nameless sect, he is a mechanical and electrical specialist, and he is very good at mechanical and electrical numerical control."

Then he pointed at Foianini.

"This is your fourth senior brother. He has learned the material well."

After putting the kettle on the stove, Xueming rolled up his sleeves and stared closely into Wu Xiuwen's eyes——

——This young man looks good and is recovering well.

"They all read "Knightly Combat Techniques", but they have specializations in the art. Your master and I don't have any skills. I can only send them to the front line to kill the enemy. This is what I am good at."

Wu Xiuwen smiled awkwardly and put down the last bit of "etiquette" in his heart.

"This book was written by you, Master. You are too humble."

Xueming only felt happy in her heart——

——This student seems to have enlightened.

"Yes, you also know that I am awesome? Do you want you to emphasize how awesome I am?"

"Hahahahahaha" Wu Xiuwen covered his stomach and laughed happily: "Hahahahahaha"

Jiang Xueming patted his bald head with one hand and lifted the lid to look at the water with the other hand. Chabon's tea was very particular and could not be boiled. It had to be brewed in 91-2 degree water for the most fragrant tea.

He talked about business with Wu Xiuwen.

"You woke up, how do you feel?"

Wu Xiuwen's expression became complicated, half-smiling but not smiling.

"It's hard to describe."

Jiang Xueming: "Then speak slowly."

"Master, you brought me to a place that I can't understand at all," Wu Xiuwen told the story in his dream, "I really don't know how to thank you."

Jiang Xueming: "To be specific, this dream was woven by the incarnation of my soul - actually I don't know exactly what happened to you in the dream, what did you experience? This is the only way for you, I am not You, I can’t understand you all at once.”

"Let's put it this way." Wu Xiuwen leaned on the table with his elbows and scratched his head vigorously, "I am so anxious. I always want to go back to Zhuzhou to inherit the family property. It seems like I have entered a dead end."

"Jianxiong and I came to a strange and bizarre world. It's so mysterious."

"Delivering food in Taiye, I don't know why, I can understand what the food delivery business is."

"Take out a small box (mobile phone), click a few times, and food and drink will be delivered to your door."

"I was riding an electric scooter around the city. There were lights and people everywhere."

"At first I felt like my head was going to burst. There were so many things coming in all at once. Slowly, when I understood them, I felt relieved again, because it was all strange and familiar. Every month I We still have to pay rent, Xiangxiang is still selling herself, and Jianxiong is still working as a laborer like me. "

"There are a lot of bonded workers in the office building. They signed not a contract of sale but a three- to five-year contract. When I chatted with them, they talked about layoffs - it seems that not having a bonded job is also a worry. If you don't have a slave, you will be panic."

"It's just that there is no Caijiazhuang anymore, and there are no chefs."

"Then I got into a fight with two assholes about the parking space."

When Wu Xiuwen talked about this matter, he had an impatient look on his face.

"There were police officers who came to mediate. I thought they were like the policemen in Zhuzhou City. They wanted to help with money but didn't help. But it turned out."

Gunsmith: "What was the result?"

Wu Xiuwen smiled dryly and said: "I didn't expect that there really is such a thing as impartial law enforcement in this world."

Gunsmith: "What then?"

"These two bastards were drunk and unconscious. They were taken to sober up and were detained and fined." Wu Xiuwen helped the master wash the tea set and then told the story in the dream: "Jianxiong and I are rough-skinned and thick-bodied. If you suffer some skin trauma, it can be solved with iodophor gauze and it won’t hinder your next trip.”

The gunsmith offers tea to the students.

"Where did you go to play?"

"Many, many places, far, far away." Wu Xiuwen took the cup of tea, and the story in his heart would not be finished for a while. In the real world, he might have only slept for two or three days, but the flow of time in dreams is different.

"Jianying has a car, and I saw a lot of people and a lot of things happening in the car."

"While waiting at the red light, an old man collecting rags entered the Shaxian snack shop. I heard clearly——"

"——He asked the boss for food, and the boss gave him food."

"There will always be doubts and suspicions in my mind."

"Where can there be such a good thing in this world? If a beggar reaches out to ask for it, will someone give it to him?"

"It turns out that this old man who collected rags planned to use the aluminum alloy window frame he collected in his bag to pay for the meal. The Shaxian boss didn't want it, so he just talked about helping each other."

"I don't know why, but I don't seem to be able to see this kind of thing."

After Wu Xiuwen drank a cup of tea, his speech became more and more fluent.

"When we arrived at People's Square, the road started to be blocked, and I saw a girl standing on the billboard on the third floor of the Vienna Hotel in the business district."

"Hey, Master, what do you think is going on?"

"The firefighters are here because they are afraid that she will jump off the building."

"Only after I rescued it did I find out that this stupid woman had lost her cat, so she climbed up on the billboard to look for it."

"There are many people gathered around to persuade me and talk to this silly girl about how beautiful life is."

"Tell her how beautiful she is, tell her that the firefighter brother is good-looking, and ask her to look at her twice."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Jianying drives to the north of the shopping mall. Opposite is a middle school, which is also a provincial key high school."

"I just saw a few high school students who suddenly lost their schoolbags. They were three or four years younger than me. They ran towards the alley——"

"——I don't know what's going on, lean out the window and take a closer look."

“A masked man holding a travel bag rushed out of the alley, followed by several policemen. It turned out that this guy had just robbed a gold store and wanted to escape to the street to find a car, but he was blocked by these students. "

"I understood these things, and when I woke up, I suddenly felt unbelievable. Is this the life I can have?"

"There are many, many, many more stories."

"Guan Xiangxiang, Jianying Jianxiong and I were crowded into a car."

"I just felt so embarrassed. I still felt weird when I woke up."

"She was originally a courtesan raised by my useless godfather to entertain guests, and was bought and sold. But she suddenly turned into a human, and even came to make fun of me, and wanted to discuss wedding banquets with me - she seemed Becoming free and generous, there has been a transformation.”

"After I got on the highway, I still missed my family property. It weighed me down and I couldn't breathe."

"But after ten days and a half, I walked to many places, and it seemed like nothing mattered anymore."

"Jianying drove me to Hulunbuir to see the lakes dotted on the grassland. I lay on the grass at night and looked at the boundless sky and earth."

"I can shout loudly, and there are wolves responding to me in the far distance of the wilderness. It makes me laugh to death."

"I don't know what has become of me, Master."

"When I woke up, I seemed to have forgotten many things. The rope that had been binding me loosened."

After drinking three cups of tea, the gunsmith waved his hand, and Jianxiong was waiting outside the door.

"Go to the side and slowly understand, and make way for Jianxiong."

Wu Xiuwen immediately retreated to the screen in the tea room and welcomed his junior brother in.

Jianxiong had also just woken up, holding his head and looking drowsy - he sat down in front of his master and washed his teacup clean like his senior brother.

The gunsmith asked casually: "How was your sleep quality?"

Jianxiong still can't let go of his elder brother——

"——Master, I dreamed about my elder brother. Did you use your magical power? Did you take away his soul?"

The gunsmith told the truth: "No, that's fake."

Jianxiong was surprised: "How could it be fake?"

Gunsmith: "It's just fake. People can't be resurrected after death."

Zhao Jianxiong had a gloomy face, and at the moment when he woke up from his sweet dream, he wanted to gradually accept this fact, and he murmured in a low voice.

"If my eldest brother were alive, would he also drive us to travel?"

"Send you to the surface, and Jianying won't survive." The gunsmith continued: "But Jianxiong, how many Zhaojiazhuangs are there in Shambhala? How many displaced Zhao brothers are there? Do you think there are so many? One day - they can all drive a car and live their own life smoothly? "

"History will keep moving forward. Just remember what happened in your dream and remember the path you want to take."

"Master came to Daxia to save suffering people and save sentient beings?" Zhao Jianxiong thought of the ordinary world in his dream again. It was a living environment that he could not even imagine.

"No, no, no," the gunsmith quickly waved his hand to deny: "I told you about this from the beginning. You want me to be a moral model and do this? I can't understand it, and I don't have the ability."

"After the Anonymous conquered Taiye, it will take time to repair. I have to go north, and then do what I am good at, killing monsters and slaughtering animals. This is my job. You should also have your own path."

What else does Zhao Jianxiong want to say——

——The gunsmith pushed the stupid apprentice away.

"You and Wu Xiuwen go on to enlightenment."

Guan Xiangxiang crossed her legs and sat in front of the gunsmith with her hair disheveled. She still had many scars on her body, especially on her fingers. These ten fingers had been tortured by the stick and could not wait for a professional surgeon to correct them. Panacea and White Lady products cured them.

This prostitute looked haggard, but she didn't cry——

——She cried when Jianying told her about her marriage.

Later, when she thought about her marriage and Jianying died, she also shed tears.

In the trial hall, she was tortured and burst into tears.

The folks at Xiangxiang Shop were guillotined to death by Li Kunhai, and she cried heartbreakingly.

I woke up from a big dream and said goodbye to Jianying forever——

——She didn't cry at this time. She seemed to be much more rational than her younger brother Zhao Jianxiong.

"Is there any cigarette?"

When she said this, she seemed to have adapted to the life of modern society in her dream, transforming from a Chabon native and a meat dog into a completely human being.

Jiang Xueming was quite surprised. What he didn't expect was that Miss Guan Xiangxiang was the one who woke up the most thoroughly.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his carrying bag and sent the lighter over, taking a teapot as an ashtray.

Guan Xiangxiang lit the fire with familiarity and kindness. She rubbed her withered hair and her eyes gradually brightened.

"Fuck this bitch, oh my God"

She cursed and spoke uncontrollably, and she no longer had the restraint of a courtesan, nor was she as delicate as a bride to be married, nor did she have any shackles.

"It's not easy for me to find such an old man to live with, and I'll give it up if I don't."

Jiang Xueming: "I'm very sorry about Jianying."

"I don't blame you. I don't mean to blame you." Guan Xiangxiang scratched her nose all the way to the center of the body. She was still not used to the tobacco filled with flavored tar: "I just can't bear to part with it. Your magical power almost made me unable to leave. Come out, when you wake up."

"I really miss him, I really do."

The tears in this profligate woman's eyes began to well up again, and after a while she finally held them back.

"I've really cried enough, that's enough! It's been more than ten days, that's enough!"

The gunsmith nodded: "You are better than my first student - he (Tangning) can't live without this illusion and has never been able to get out of it."

"My dear friend, you have helped me so much." Guan Xiangxiang looked into Jiang Xueming's eyes shamelessly: "I still have something I need your help with."

The gunsmith held out his hand to offer tea: "Just ask."

"It's refreshing." Guan Xiangxiang took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp: "There is another book at Jianying's place, right?"

Gunsmith: "What book?"

Guan Xiangxiang pointed at the gunsmith students and clicked them one by one.

"It's the book you gave them. At first, you asked Zhao Jianxiong to bring a copy to Jianying. It's called "Knight Combat Skills," right?"

Gunsmith: "You want it?"

"I can't learn?" Guan Xiangxiang asked.

At this moment, the gunsmith could clearly feel determination filling the woman's eyes.

"Of course you can learn it. I originally wrote this book just to give it to the poor."

Guan Xiangxiang took out Jianying's "Knight Combat Techniques" from her pocket and started to do the ritual——

——The cover of the book page was lightly patted in front of her forehead, and she stood up seriously. She did not kneel down and bow in front of Jiang Xueming.

Maybe you don't quite understand the meaning of this ritual, just like Hart Boxing's only journey in life in order to fill that deformed heart. In the Kuai Dao Regiment, there are many comrades who also have this strong will to fight. For the soldiers, as long as the will to fight is still there, they cannot be considered defeated.

This book is of great significance to Guan Xiangxiang. It is not only a legacy of her husband, but also her next path, which may become a lifelong career.

Three months later, for the gunsmith, he had already gone north and once again embarked on the road of slaying demons alone.

The story of the Great Southeast is not over yet. It is still difficult to move through the barren mountains, rivers, deep streams and old forests——

——There are injustices everywhere, and weapons must be raised everywhere.

It rained heavily in late autumn, and three people in raincoats came to Changping Town.

When we arrived at the Long Liquor Street, in a noodle shop, two tall men stood outside the door to take shelter from the rain, while a short, masked man carrying luggage squeezed into the shop.

The shopkeeper welcomed the guests in and was about to call the guests outside the door to come in and sit down.

"If you want a piece of dry noodles, my two brothers can just stand outside the door. Your room is full and they don't like to come into contact with strangers."

The shopkeeper nodded and bent down to listen to the short voice, but it sounded like a woman.

"Would you like me to get some wine to warm you up?"

The short guest said: "No, I just want a bowl of noodles. I don't have much meat on me and I get hungry quickly. I'll leave after eating."

With that said, when I arrived at the long table in the banquet, I saw a turtle man who was in the human flesh business, crowded together with four or five girls.

Turtle Gong scolded fiercely: "Eat! Eat more! Take it to Changping Mansion and I will see your skinny monkey faces! How can I raise the price?"

The girls lowered their heads, only holding the dishes and chopsticks and not daring to say a word.

Turtle Gong grabbed a broom and used it as a whip. He would whip anyone who ate slowly.

"Give it to me! Shopkeeper! Two more bowls! I have enough money!"

The owner of the wine shop immediately called the waiter and responded with a smile: "Great!"

From next to Mr. Turtle's money bag, a scabbard was revealed——

——The royal seal on the scabbard is exquisite, and it was made by Wuhuan Iron Cannon Factory.

The short guest took off his hat and saw Guan Xiangxiang's true face, with her hair tied up in a neat bun. She clearly recognized the imperial seal on Gui Gong's waist, and naturally knew it.

The Kuai Knife Regiment's next target is the first stop in the Central Plains region, and its first task is to capture the Iron Cannon Factory in Changping Town.

At this moment, there was a little girl who was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old with a sallow complexion. She couldn't eat any more. The dry noodles went into her throat and she spat it out immediately.

Turtle Master was so angry that his eyes were red, and he chased after her with the broom in his hand. He beat the little girl and made her scream, as if he was not satisfied with his anger——

"——Animal thing! A prodigal bitch! I spend money to feed you, but you can't even eat it!"

For a while, all the customers in the store avoided him and retreated to the corner. They had no idea of ​​​​rescuing him, and there was a bit of joking in their eyes.

I saw this evil guest pulling out a knife, preparing to cut open the body, bleed it, and sell the human flesh. He had no intention of giving this bitch a way to survive.

Sooner or later, the long table was kicked hard and moved sideways, pressing against the turtle's vitality——

——His eyes suddenly bulged, and he heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks falling to the floor in the hall.

Guan Xiangxiang drew her sword and stepped on the table to rush out. First he cut off the thief's fingers, and then kicked him in the chin, causing him to stagger and fall over, with blood coming out of his mouth and nose.

Jianxiong and Xiuwen outside the door heard the commotion. One came in to seize the sword, and the other came in to bind them. They cooperated very well.

After Xiangxiang finished beheading the man, he put away his weapon. Without any intention of talking nonsense, he asked his two senior brothers to set up Turtle Gong.

"You have the knife from the Iron Cannon Factory. It belongs to the soldiers."

"I'm looking for Commander Changping. What's his name? Where does he live?"

At this time, the guests in the wine shop realized what was going on, and they all looked timid and sneaked away.

The girls who were still eating noodles at the table, most of whom were sold to Mr. Turtle by their parents, were too frightened to move around. There was another silly woman who picked up the broken noodles in the bowl from the ground and still stuffed them into her mouth. .

When Xiangxiang met this woman, she seemed to see herself in another time and space.

She waved her hand toward the door, as if she wanted to draw her sword.

"roll!--"

These poor people immediately woke up and rushed out of the door, running from one small cage to another large cage.

When Turtle Gong saw that human flesh had grown legs and all his money was gone, he was angry and frightened, and cursed loudly.

"You blind bitch! You have eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?! The county magistrate will not let you go!"

Guan Xiangxiang took out the thief's vagina and heard heartbreaking screams coming from the wine shop.

Wu Xiuwen winked at the side, with an expression of pain on his face, as if it was not Mr. Turtle who was being tortured, and his inspiration could detect this pain. Jianxiong also turned pale and involuntarily clamped his legs.

Xiangxiang put on the hat again to cover her true appearance.

"If you talk nonsense, I will crush one of your treasures and think clearly before you speak."

As for the subsequent story, it will have to be told separately in another paragraph.