"Hey. Why are you leaving again? "Pure" hey..."

After Qu Yong watched him leave, he fell on his back again. His heart was empty. Even if he was a weirdo at this time, he still wanted to chat with them. Unfortunately, these people came and went in a hurry.

"It's strange...these people are weird. They are an actor and a stingy person. Why do they pass through this remote wilderness? And I met them...forget it...maybe it's a coincidence..."

Just as he finished talking to himself, another person came over. This person was so fat that his belly was so saggy that it was dragged to the ground. His face was shiny, his ears drooped to his shoulders, and he had a pair of plump, thick lips.

He was moving quickly, as if he was chewing something. He held a duck leg in his left hand and took two bites of a sesame seed cake in his right hand. He also carried a wild boar leg on his back and a green seven-step snake wrapped around his waist. But it was

Roasted.

As soon as this fat man came, he was filled with the aroma of food. The aroma came before anyone arrived. He was just like a beautiful woman in ancient times. The aroma was astonishing.

"You asked about the return date. Braised chicken with braised eggplant and oil. Picking mulberries and chrysanthemums on the east fence in the high autumn. I still remember the pot of boiled fish. A pear tree pressed with begonias. Stir-fried fat sausage with dried green peppers."

"This man is also a weirdo. He is covered in food. What he says is a poem or a dish. Who is he?"

"You lie here and never eat. It's a waste of resources."

Qu Yong did not get up and said lazily: "Why are you wasting your natural resources?"

The fat man was eating something in his mouth, while muttering vaguely: "In this life, there is only one mouth and one stomach. I have tried my best with both hands, but I can't finish this delicacy in the world, and you,

I have a lot of time, an empty mouth, and an empty stomach. Isn’t this a waste of natural resources?”

"What you said makes sense." Qu Yong touched his nose and said, "There was a time when it was difficult to find water in the sea, but fish-flavored shredded pork served with chicken drumsticks. Now that you tell me, I want to eat chicken drumsticks too."

"This is a duck leg!" Without thinking, the fat man threw the half-eaten duck leg over and said, "Based on your words, you deserve to eat my duck."

Without thinking, Qu Yong bit the duck leg clean and broke the bones. After eating, he threw it away, wiped his greasy hands on the grass, and said, "It's delicious."

"You little guy is quite interesting." The fat man gnawed on the sesame cake and looked at Qu Yong and said, "Looking at your accent, without the tongue twisting, you should be from southern China, and without the Cantonese accent, you should be from central China.

Tone

It's blunt, not Suzhou's soft language. It seems to be from Zhejiang. The n and l in Zhejiang are indistinguishable, so they should be from Quzhou. Among Quzhou people, only people from Jiangshan have such courage and magnanimity! What I said is right.

?”

The more Qu Yong listened, the more frightened he became. From the beginning, it was easy to guess, but as he went on, it became more and more incredible. In the end, he could guess his hometown with just a few words in such a short time. There was such a sophisticated thing in the world.

He is a character, but this person has a fat head and big ears, which is really puzzling. As the saying goes, a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured.

"Who are you?!"

Qu Yong stood up, faced him, and said.

The fat man licked his fingers and said, "I am a big-mouthed eater from Bafang. I have eaten from Bafang and just walked by. There are three in Quzhou, fish head, rabbit head and duck head. They are pretty good."

"It's indeed good." Qu Yong did not deny it and said: "You know a lot and you speak well. It seems that you are also Chinese."

The fat man smiled and said: "I am Han."

Qu Yong said: "Aren't Han people Chinese?"

"Stupid!" The fat man took a big bite of the sesame seed cake and said, "You can't teach a kid. He's really stupid. Goodbye."

"goodbye?"

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. Don't put salt on the steamed crabs! Goodbye means never seeing each other again."

The fat man actually left, and all three of them left.

"Who are these three people, Han people? What do they mean?" Qu Yong suddenly discovered a question, "Although the three of them are strange in appearance, they are all wearing Hanfu and speaking Chinese. Are they in the same group?

Where are you going?"

Qu Yong is not a very curious person, especially now that he has encountered great changes, and his heart is even more desolate, but these three people are really too strange, from their appearance to their behavior, everything is extremely strange.

"If I follow them, can I see what they are doing, but...what if they have any intentions? Wouldn't it be..."

"Should I go or not? Forget it, let's not go. Why bother with other people's troubles?"

So he lay down again. The stars were so beautiful that he ate another duck leg and felt better.

I don’t remember how much time passed, but the night must have reached its deepest point, midnight.

Zishi refers to the time when fire can start in the internal alchemy and Zhoutian exercises. It is also called the winter solstice and is also the darkest time of the day.

In this extreme darkness, suddenly a coffin was carried. The black golden nanmu coffin was carried on the shoulders of a dull-looking, dark-skinned middle-aged man wearing coarse Hanfu and strode over.

He walked directly to Qu Yong, threw the coffin on the grass with a bang, and then shouted in a voice like a broken gong: "There is a dead man here."

Qu Yong said: "I am not a dead person."

"A dead person is a dead person. It's ridiculous to think that someone who can talk is not a dead person." The middle-aged man bent down and hugged Qu Yong. His hug was very skillful. His hands shook and shook, and he hugged Qu Yong in all directions, making it look like a circle.

, also resembles square, which is exactly the "

"Hand-joining", but it is very different from the others. His embrace is round but not round, square but not square. It is heavy and powerful at the same time. It seems to have sharp edges and corners, but it also seems to be powerful and smooth, focusing on sharp and round shapes.

Cotton's two extreme power changes and transformations.

This is already the highest level of Tai Chi.

Everyone in the world knows that Tai Chi is round, but who knows that real Tai Chi looks square, but feels round. This is the true meaning, and this middle-aged man with a dull face actually did it.

Although his skill is only Huajin, the exquisiteness of his fighting style is no less than that of Danjin masters.

Qu Yong had no ability to resist at all. Just during the day, he fought for his life with a Huajin master. But when he met this middle-aged man, he really had no choice. Firstly, he was at a huge disadvantage by lying down. Secondly,

This middle-aged man's martial arts skills were too high, so he had no choice but to capture him.

"What do you want to do?"

"The dead should lie where the dead should go, right?" The middle-aged man picked up Qu Yong like a baby. The fingers of his right hand touched the "Dazhui point" on his neck, tapping the point secretly.

Qu Yong suddenly felt numb all over and allowed the man to carry him into the luxurious coffin.

Qu Yong smiled bitterly and said: "Speaking of which, this is the second time I have been in a coffin. Do I have a fate with the coffin?"

The middle-aged man said calmly: "As a dead person, you are really unqualified."

Qu Yong said: "Why?"

"Dead people shouldn't talk so much." The middle-aged man closed the lid of the coffin with his backhand, and it immediately became dark inside.

It was actually very comfortable to lie down in the coffin, which was large and spacious. There were at least nine layers of quilts underneath, and each layer was made of freshly spun cotton and newly cut cloth. However, Qu Yong was not comfortable at all when he was lying down.

Suddenly, he couldn't help shouting loudly: "Hey, what do you want to do?!"
Chapter completed!