Six steel darts with red tassels glowed cold blue in the night.

Xia Jian was a little hesitant. The purple-robed Taoist priest not only saved their lives, but also taught him all his secret knowledge. Now he was going to give him a dart bag. Although Xia Jian didn't understand this thing, he felt that he should

Very precious.

"Take it! It would be a bit hypocritical not to take it. I want to give it to you, and I really mean it." Taoist Priest Ziyi said, and forced the dart bag into Xia Jian's hand.

Xia Jian was a little moved and said: "You are so kind to me, I can't bear it."

"Silly boy! It's a chance that we can meet each other. Ever since I retired to the mountains and forests fifty years ago, I haven't had much contact with the outside world. I'm about to leave this world. Do you want me to take these things with me?

I can't walk," the Taoist priest in purple said emotionally while looking at the dark night sky.

Why did he go into seclusion in the mountains and forests and stay there for more than fifty years? How can this kind of loneliness be endured by ordinary people? When the words came to his lips, Xia Jian swallowed them again. He knew that there were things that others didn't want to say, so he asked

It's also a useless question.

The Taoist priest in purple clothes suddenly took out two books from the pocket under his clothes. Although the light in the room was not very bright, Xia Jian could tell at a glance that these two books were quite old.

"Child! These two books, one is the martial arts I taught you and how to use this steel dart. With your intelligence, it is not difficult to learn. The other is a selection of prescriptions, which can be regarded as passed down from ancestors. I hope

It can shine in your hands." Taoist Priest Ziyi said, putting the book on Xia Jian's bedside.

Xia Jian was dumbfounded. The experience of the past two days felt like a dream. He felt a little dazed, afraid that this was really a dream and that everything would be empty when he woke up.

The purple-robed Taoist priest walked to the door, suddenly turned around, smiled and said to Xia Jian: "Although you and I don't have the name of master and disciple, we are already master and disciple. If we are destined, we can still meet. Tomorrow you will start from

Go down the mountain here, follow the mountain road to the edge of the Tao River, wade across, and then walk more than ten miles westward. There is a small train station somewhere. You don’t need to come to me again in the morning, I’m afraid of the sadness of parting.”

After the purple-robed Taoist priest finished speaking, he turned around and left. Xia Jian knelt on the ground with a bang. It was already late at night.

Xia Jian got up in the morning light. He changed into his own clothes beside the bed. He carefully collected the things given to him by the Taoist Priest Ziyi, put them into a cloth bag, and then left a few banknotes under his pillow. Although

I heard that Taoist Priest Ziyi doesn't go down the mountain very often, but that's all he can do now.

After leaving the door, Xia Jian knelt down towards Priest Ziyi's bedroom, kowtowed, gritted his teeth, stood up and walked away. The mountain road was overgrown with grass and it was extremely difficult to walk, but he could still make out the traces of the road.

, it seems that almost no one has come to Ziyang Temple.

Taking advantage of the coolness of the morning, the road was going downhill again, so Xia Jian walked quickly. After more than an hour, he heard the rushing sound of the river.

After a few more hurried steps and a turn, Xia Jian found that he was at the bottom of the mountain, with the river beach in front of him. At this time, the Tao River had lost its ferocity of the previous two days and became like a narrow belt, slowly flowing along.

Flow along the river beach.

Xia Jian let out a sigh of relief and strode over. He knew that the house might be in chaos at this time.

At the entrance of Xiping Village, many vehicles came early in the morning, including those from the town and I heard there were also vehicles from the city, because Xia Jian's memorial service was scheduled to be held today.

Yesterday at noon, when Hei Wa and seven or eight exhausted security personnel returned, the only glimmer of hope in Xia Zecheng's heart was completely shattered. It had been three or four days without any news, and the probability of Xia Jian's survival was zero.

The old man made a very strong decision. Today was the day of Xia Jian's funeral. If no one could be found, he wanted Xia Jian's clothes instead. As soon as the news spread, almost everyone who knew Xia Jian came.

A mourning hall has been set up in the yard, and there is also a coffin brought back from the market. Right above the mourning hall, there is a photo of Xia Jian that has been developed in a hurry. In the photo, Xia Jian has a smile on his lips and bright eyes.

Ouyang Hong, Fang Fang, Zhao Hong, and Guo Meili, the four of them stood in the mourning hall with solemn faces, greeting the people who came to express their condolences.

The most touching thing was that there was a large piece of white paper taped to the door, with words written in black pen on it: "My son died young. He was a gift from a white man to a black man, so he will not accept gifts or entertain guests." This was Xia Zecheng's arrangement.

Hei Wa was busy in the yard when suddenly his cell phone rang. He hurriedly ran outside the gate to answer the call and promised something without listening.

Fang Fang's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked a lot thinner. She stood numbly in front of Xia Jian's coffin, unable to accept the fact in front of her.

Hei Wa walked gently to her side and whispered in her ear: "At about four or five o'clock this afternoon, Mr. Xiao and Mr. Wang will arrive." Fang Fang did not say anything, but nodded silently.

When Xia Zecheng made this decision yesterday afternoon, Fang Fang couldn't help but call Wang Lin. When Wang Lin heard about it on the phone, she couldn't help crying.

She asked about Xia Jian's funeral schedule, which was scheduled for eight o'clock in the evening, and immediately decided that she would come to Xiping Village. Fang Fang even tried to persuade her a few words at that time, but she didn't expect Wang Lin to get angry when she heard this, making Fang Fang cry at that time.

.

"Are Mr. Xiao and the others coming?" Guo Meili turned around and asked in a low voice.

Fang Fang nodded and said, "Yes, I'll arrive in the afternoon. I really don't know, what should I say to Mr. Xiao when he arrives?"

"Child! I don't blame you for this, it's God's will. You, Mr. Xiao, are here. If you can't tell me, let me tell you. You have taken care of our Jian'er for so long, and I am very grateful to you." Sun Yuejuan suddenly squeezed over,

She said to Fang Fang while forcing a smile.

When Fang Fang heard this, her nose couldn't help but feel sour, and she shed two more tears. Zhao Hong, who was standing aside, patted Fang Fang on the shoulder and said energetically: "Didn't we agree? None of us are allowed to shed tears."

There was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences. From morning to afternoon, one group came after another. Fortunately, there were no visitors, otherwise there would not be enough room to stand in the courtyard.

A deputy director of the Municipal Propaganda Department came, and with him came several secretaries of the mayor, including Bai Ruyu. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she couldn't help but shed tears.

She pulled Ouyang Hong and asked in a low voice: "Is this really the case?"

"It's been so many days and there's been no news at all. Our search and rescue personnel have searched dozens of miles away. Further east, the Tao River enters the canyon. The river channel is full of strange-shaped rocks, so...

"When Ouyang Hong said this, tears flowed down involuntarily.

The entire courtyard was filled with grief, and no one dared to speak loudly.

After Wang Youdao expressed his condolences, he looked for Bai Ruyu in the crowd. When he found Bai Ruyu standing in the corner with Ouyang Hong crying, he rushed over in two steps.

He smiled slightly and said: "Secretary Bai, we don't welcome guests here, so why don't you go to my house?"

"Go away, if you want to have a banquet, please go somewhere else." Bai Ruyu said coldly. She didn't give Wang Youdao any face. Wang Youdao, who was offended, shrugged and went home on his own.

Wang Degui, who was sitting in the yard drinking tea, let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's a pity that this boy from the Xia family has passed away. He was indeed admirable. As far back as I can remember, we in Xiping Village have not held funerals as big as his.

Not to mention people from the government, there are also a lot of people from the surrounding villages alone. It seems that he is still very popular."

"That's right. When this guy was alive, he was like a thorn in the hearts of our Wang family. But when he is really gone, it still makes people feel a little uncomfortable." Chen Yueqin shook her head and sighed.

At this time, Wang Youdao strode in. He said with a smile: "When did the two elders become bodhisattva-hearted? Once Xia Jian leaves, Xiping Village will return to the hands of our Wang family."

"You kid, pay attention outside the door when you speak. If others hear this, you will be in big trouble," Wang Degui said in a low voice.

Wang Youdao moved a chair and sat down. He raised his eyebrows and said, "As soon as Xia Jian leaves, the village chief's position may be up for election again. Then you work harder, and I'll do some more activities to get a deputy village chief."

There is still sex. If you work harder next year, this village chief will not be yours yet."

"You can think this way in your heart, but now is not the time to say this. You are still a member of the government anyway, so you should still have some quality!" Chen Yueqin instantly became knowledgeable and courteous, which made Wang Youdao

Very surprised.

Suddenly, a deafening salute sounded at the entrance of the village. The sound lasted for more than ten minutes. Wang Degui stood up and said to Wang Youdao: "Stop sitting here. You should know what you are here for."

"Listen to the sound of this salute, a big shot should be here. You should go and see it."

"What big shot can there be? All the representatives of the city leaders are here." Wang Youdao said a little disdainfully, but he still stood up and turned around after a moment's hesitation.

In front of Xia Jian's mourning hall, Wang Lin burst into tears, Lao Xiao was leaning on a cane, his face was gloomy and terrible, and Li Xiaolu was supporting him, with a touch of sadness on his face.

After laying the wreath, Fang Fang and Guo Meili greeted him. She whispered: "Mr. Xiao." Before she could finish her words, two lines of tears fell down.

Lao Xiao let out a sigh of relief, patted Fang Fang's shoulder lightly and said, "Everyone, be strong. Go and invite Xia Jian's parents over. I have something to say to them."

Fang Fang responded, wiped her tears and left. After a while, Xia Zecheng helped Sun Yuejuan, who was a little unsteady, to come over. As soon as he saw Lao Xiao, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "This child is unfilial. I will kill you."

After agreeing to the matter, he left first. Our old Xia family is sorry that you are getting old."

"Don't say that. Xia Jian is not only my employee, but also my child. I have always treated him as my own child. When he left, I was very sad, but
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