Chapter 582 Zhang Qiling, see you in ten years!
Xie Lianhuan left, and he left very gracefully.
After finishing the bottle of good wine, he emptied the bottle in the style of an ancient knight and shook the hem of his shabby windbreaker, leaving a handsome figure on his back.
Disappearing along with Jie Lianhuan, there are also dark shadows walking silently out of the firelight everywhere. Those are the dead soldiers that Jie Lianhuan has trained over the years.
Now that they are done, it’s time for them to retire.
As for their future after this... no one knows except themselves. These people can no longer be called normal human beings at all. They are aliens in the human society.
Perhaps, they will find a deserted area to live in seclusion and not care about the world.
Perhaps they will choose to commit suicide in the near future.
Whether it’s what happened to Mr. Jie Jiu more than thirty years ago, or the things that are burned down under this land now.
When they did these things, this land was destined to have no place for them from now on.
"Here's to you, to your silent efforts in the past decades to fight!"
Hu Ming took out another bottle of wine out of thin air, his eyes were a little blurred, looking at the backs of these people leaving, he said softly .
"Also. Respect to you! No matter what excessive things you have done to the Nine Gates in the past, you have always been the greatest person in this country for hundreds of years!"
Opened again With a bottle of white wine, Hu Ming leaned over and looked at the dark area within a three-kilometer radius, spilling the wine from high in the sky with a serious expression.
This is the first time Hu Ming has used honorifics to someone.
Back then, after the body was transported out of Banai Village in Guizhou Province using a special method, Jie Jiuye was hunted down and had no choice but to be helped by Gou Wuye in Hangzhou.
In the end, Gou Wuye hid the body in the imperial mausoleum of the Southern Song Dynasty using the plan of golden cicada to escape from its shell.
The land that is now covered with fire is the Imperial Tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty!
That corpse was originally left as a condition for negotiation when the situation was most difficult.
Now that all the plans have been successfully implemented, it is almost time to let him rest in peace.
As for handing it over... no one is that stupid!
At this moment, Hu Ming's blurred eyes suddenly turned a little annoyed, and he slapped his forehead. He almost forgot an important thing!
While still turning his palms over, Hu Ming took out one out of thin air. A rusty iron lump that exuded a faint fragrance!
“This is not what we found in Banai Village. The kind of iron figurine fragments?”
Wu Xie, who had just finished reading a letter left by Jie Lianhuan, originally wanted to sigh with a complicated mood, but looked at what Hu Ming suddenly took out, and he was surprised. Xie asked.
"You don't understand... This is the last piece of the puzzle."
However, Hu Ming just smiled slightly. Some things were too sensitive and there was no need to explain.
The sword appeared out of thin air, peeling off the iron skin with superb skills without damaging the long-dead flesh and blood tissue inside.
Due to the special antiseptic measures, although the flesh and blood inside has long been stiff, there is no trace of decay.
Hu Ming blocked the piece of flesh and blood from being thrown into the intensifying sea of fire.
This was found in the mountains by the old guy Pan Ma who forced Hu Ming to confess by words and deeds before he left.
This is an iron figurine that Panma stole when Jie Jiuye's team left.
As for Panma's fate...Wu Erbai killed that guy with his own hands before leaving.
In the final analysis, the archaeological team killed by Nianpan Ma and others at the lake were all the younger generation of Jiumen!
Although those people had been brainwashed and served "him", However, even if it is to clean up the house, it is not the outsider’s turn to do it!
Things have come to this point and everything is over.
For Hu Ming, in a short period of time, apart from his brother's affairs, there was nothing else that needed attention.
As for Wu Xie
digesting the information left by Lian Lian, dealing with the mess left by Wu Sansheng, and even pursuing the past of his little brother, these will cost him a lot of energy and time.
Think about it, Wu Xie will live a life of exhaustion and anxiety for a long time to come.
For a person, the physical fatigue is far less than the mental pressure.
The saddest thing is that outsiders can't help with such things as heart knots. You can only rely on yourself.
Early the next morning, Hu Ming, who was suffering from a rare hangover, sobered up and briefly explained what was going on in Changsha City before catching the first flight back to Sijiu City.
The peaceful days passed for a long time, and by the time Hu Ming saw his brother again, it would be years later.
This day is the 15th day of the New Year, which is a good day.
In Hu Ming's residence, Yin Nanfeng, Hong Xia and others have left, leaving space and time to the two of them who are facing each other in silence.
Perhaps it was because they were about to part ways that the young man who never drank asked for a bottle of wine, frowned and took a sip.
Obviously, the guy doesn’t like the taste.
"Why bother? If you don't know how to drink, don't drink. It's only been ten years, and it's not a separation of life and death. Why is it so tragic?"
Seeing this, Hu Baiming rolled his eyes. He said angrily.
"During this period of time, I have been staying in Medog in Western Xinjiang." The younger brother said to himself in a very personal way, briefly recounting his experiences during this period.
"Hidden Sea Flower? I know you will go back there after you recover your memory. The most important woman in your life will sleep in the Hidden Sea Flower."
Hu Ming was silent. He had read Zanghaihua and knew that Medog was a very special place for me.
In the far north of Medog, on the border, deep in the Himalayas, there is an inaccessible snow-capped mountain.
The mountain is closed for at least half a year every year, and there is an ancient temple on the mountain.
My biological mother died from the Tibetan Sea Flower near this temple.
Hu Ming once traveled thousands of miles to visit there. To this day, three braziers are still lit in the front yard of this temple, and there is a sculpture of my brother who left in the backyard.
Of course, this is another story. Deep in the Himalayas, on the Nepal side, there are still many secrets hidden.
For example, another giant bronze door, for example, the mysterious Kangbalo tribe.
Decades ago, some interesting stories happened there, and it would be a huge story to tell. For details, please see Zanghaihua!
The little brother just said it casually and did not go into details. meaning.
"I said goodbye to Fatty and Wu Xie before coming here. It's time for me to leave. Hu Ming, please give me a ride. Ten years later, you will still need to pick me up."
After a brief chat, he looked at the time, stood up, and packed his equipment.
“Okay!”
Hu Ming did not hold back and picked up the keys of the off-road vehicle that had been prepared for a long time.
Hu Ming felt more and more that this kind of thing was an incredible skill!
In the morning When he arrived, Hu Ming had a vague premonition that his brother would come to visit today, so he made preparations for the long journey early.
The two drove to the Changbai Mountains again, crossed the Erdaobai River, and came to Yingshan Village at the foot of the Changbai Mountains again.
Hu Ming and his younger brother are both talented and brave people, so the cruel environment here has little impact on them.
After storing the car here, replenishing some daily necessities, and saying goodbye to their acquaintance Shunzi, the two set foot in the Changbai Mountains.
By the time the two of them came to the bronze door in the underground crack of the Three Holy Peaks again, it was already three days later.
When the two came here, the bronze door had already opened a crack, and the team of Yin soldiers had been waiting in front of the door for a long time.
The little brother silently put on the ancient armor, with a black knife hanging on his waist, dragging the token ghost seal in his hand, and walked into the specially reserved position in the team.
“This time, won’t you come in together?”
The captain of the Yin soldiers looked at Hu Ming sitting on the steps with a bit of curiosity on his stiff cheeks, and asked in the ancient language.
"No, what I want to know was already known a year ago, and there is no need to go in again."
"Ten years later, I will come here again to pick up Xiao Brother, come home and witness your return to the ruins."
Hu Ming lit a cigarette, blew out a puff of smoke and water mist, and shook his head.
It is worth mentioning that Hu Ming also answered in an ancient language with weird pronunciation.
After all, Hu Ming had stayed there for half a year, and the language used for communication inside was all this ancient language. No matter how poor Hu Ming's language talent was, under the influence of this environment, this language also The door to learning is slipping away.
"Okay!"
The captain of the Yin soldiers did not say any more and led the team into the darkness inside the bronze door.
Before leaving, the young man smiled slightly at Hu Ming who waved goodbye, and finally stepped into the world inside the door.
The strange fog began to dissipate, the ancient horn sound stopped, and the bronze door slowly closed with a loud friction, and the world inside the door was separated from the outside world again.
Everything returned to calm, and the ancient and mysterious bronze door seemed to have never been opened.
Hu Ming sat there and smoked countless cigarettes. When the sound of wings flapping could be faintly heard in his ears, he stood up.
“Okay, you’re over 20 years old, why are you still acting like a little girl, shy? Do you still feel like this?”
“It’s getting late. Nephew, it’s time for us to go back. We’ll just come here to take my brother home in ten years.”
Hu Ming slowly came to the crack where he left and came in this time, and took a picture. Patting Wu Xie's shoulder, who was following quietly and hiding in the shadows.
Wu Xie's tracking skills were undoubtedly not up to par. Hu Ming and his little brother had already discovered his traces.
If the two of them hadn't helped each other from time to time along the way, given Wu Xie's situation, he probably would have stayed in the snowy mountains to make popsicles.
“For people like you and Menyouping, ten years is an insignificant time, but for ordinary people like me, it is not an ordinary long time!”
Convergence In a good mood, Wu Xie took one last look at the closed bronze door and followed Hu Ming's footsteps to leave.
"Zhang Qiling, see you in ten years!"