Supernatural: Violent exorcism of ghosts, I scared the school beauty into confusion

Chapter 152

: 90 years of waiting to protect the country

My name is Qiu Zhixing, I am 98 years old, and I have spent more than 90 years where I live at home.

But I still remember it clearly.

That year, my master, my adoptive father, took six of us brothers down the mountain to fight the Japanese. Then one day my master asked me to come back, saying that the martial arts school needed someone to take care of it.

Before leaving, I grabbed the hem of Master’s clothes and asked, “Master, when will you come back?”

Master said, “You will come back when the Japanese are beaten away.”

However, I waited for 8 to 90 years for Master and my senior brothers and never set foot again. Enter the martial arts gym.

I remember Master told me that when I was a baby, Master went down the mountain and accidentally picked me up on the roadside, abandoned by my parents. It was a drought at that time, and many people might starve to death, let alone raising children.

And my biological parents may have abandoned me like this.

Master was kind and picked it up. Although I was still young at the time, I vaguely remember Master touching my head and saying.

“You can call me Master from now on.”

Then Master took me back to the mountain.

My master is a master of a martial arts school. When he was young, he was an instructor in the imperial court and knew some martial arts. But now that the imperial court is gone, my master settled here and opened a martial arts gym with a little savings from his early years. Although life is a bit hard. , but not enough to starve to death.

In addition to my master, there are six senior brothers in the martial arts school who are older than me. All of them look disheveled but have strong bodies.

When I was five or six years old.

The senior brother proudly told me: “Master led them to build this martial arts hall one after another in five years. The main hall also enshrines the master’s ancestor martial arts master.” “There is

a side hall where the master lives, and there are some There are ancient books and herbs all over the house, and the other side hall is where several senior brothers and I live.”

Although life was hard, there was always a place to shelter from the wind and rain. We practiced martial arts and calligraphy every day, and Master occasionally taught us how to read. Some medicinal herbs.

Several senior fellow apprentices were beaten almost every day, but I could see that the master didn’t use any force at all, except when I couldn’t memorize the book even for a few days, he raised the whip several times and gently lowered it, sighed helplessly and turned around to leave. .

Several senior brothers took good care of me. Seeing that I was thin and still growing, they secretly used martial arts training time to catch birds in the forest and roast them to eat. Later, the master found out, and we were scolded and punished with copying books.

But the soup we ate that night started to contain a little bit more meat. We knew it was from Master, but his bowl was still clear soup with little water.

Occasionally, I passed by his bedroom and heard him murmuring to himself:

“Oh, what’s the use of having a martial arts in this world, if you can’t even raise your own children.”

Several senior brothers, like me, are all disciples of my master. I picked it up outside when I was 5 years old and my senior brother was already 17 years old.

Senior Brother is a very nice person, except for being a little petty. Every time Master is away, he picks up the whip and forces us to practice martial arts and write.

Every time he ate, he would save half a pancake and put it in a clay pot in the Patriarch’s Hall. He would secretly take a bite when he was hungry.

Later, he was bumped into by my second and third senior brothers and I. We took advantage of him to go to the toilet and ate it all in one bite.

Then at noon we all heard the senior brother crying sadly in the Patriarch Hall.

Master asked him what happened, but he lied and said:

“I was hit on the foot by the incense burner just now.”

Later, I felt sorry for myself, so Brother Ersan and I sneaked to the orchard down the mountain, stole a few green and small fruits and put them in clay pot.

But he was discovered by the master the next day.

Master asked us:

“Who released it?”

The senior brother was the first to stand up and admit it.

The master wanted to punish him, so the three of us silently stood up and admitted that we had stolen the fruit.

That was the first time Master lost his temper.

I still remember the angry face of Master at that time, yelling at us:

“Be honest, how can you steal other people’s things? Didn’t I teach you? People are poor and ambitious, no matter how poor they are, they can’t steal.”

Then It was the first time I was beaten, for nothing else but for stealing something, but we all endured it without making a sound, and we didn’t become as harsh as usual.

The master went down the mountain very early the next day and came back in the evening, carrying half a bag of fruits for us to eat.

We were very happy, but after that time, we never saw the most cherished sword in Master’s room again.

The one I admire most is Fourth Brother, because he is the only one besides Master who can read those ancient books. He often tells us stories in the books.

Master has said that the fourth senior brother is the most talented. If he had been born before, he might have won the top prize!

We curiously asked:

“What is No. 1 pick? Is it delicious?”

Master was about to answer when the third brother rushed to ask:

“Is it better than braised pork?”

I still remember the speechless and helpless expression on Master’s face.

It is said that the third senior brother met his master on the day when he came back from a nursing home with two silver dollars in his pocket. When he saw the third senior brother who was as skinny as a monkey, he treated him to a meal of braised pork.

Later, the third senior brother and his master returned to the martial arts school. In his heart, braised pork was the best thing.

But he has never eaten it since then, but as the only one among the senior brothers who has ever eaten braised pork, he has been proud of it for many years and brags to us all the time.

Sixth Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Brother are twins who, like me, were abandoned shortly after birth. The only good thing is that their parents abandoned them in front of the martial arts gym.

Although the two senior brothers are twins, they have different hobbies and personalities.

Senior Brother Six likes all kinds of foreign things, such as cameras, foreign guns, etc. When he has nothing to do, he draws a bunch of messy pictures in the room, claiming that he wants to make a four-wheeled car.

The fifth senior brother likes swordsmanship. He hopes that he will become a hero like his master in the future. He will draw his sword to help when the road is rough, so he practices martial arts the most diligently.

The second senior brother is six years older than me. His biggest dream is to be like the immortal in the story, who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and cut mountains and rivers with a sword from the west. He even asked the master how to become a practitioner.

When the master got annoyed, he replied:

“If I knew how to become an immortal, would I still be here?”

Every time he heard this, the third brother would settle down for a few days, and then continue to ask the same questions over and over again. .

The second senior brother and the third senior brother and I are closest to each other. They are very naughty and are often punished by their master, but they can escape punishment every time as long as I am around.

In their words:

“This stinky boy may be Master’s son!”

But they only talked about this in private.

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I have always thought that I will spend the rest of my days in the martial arts gym like this, and then we will grow old together.

Until later.

When I was sixteen.

The fighting started at the foot of the mountain, and many wounded were sent to the martial arts gym. The already small martial arts gym could no longer accommodate them, so the courtyard and the hillside were full of wounded people in various miserable conditions.

Master is constantly busy collecting medicines to save people. Several senior brothers and I prepare medicines for them to drink every day.

We took out the small rations and cooked bowls of porridge that could satisfy people and sent them to them.

Later, many people died and were buried in the mountains and forests behind the martial arts hall.

From that time on, I never saw Master smile again.

One night many days later, Master did not come back very late. All of our brothers and sisters gathered together and were so worried that we did not dare to sleep.

Master didn’t come back until late at night, and we saw him walking staggeringly covered in blood.

We quickly ran over and asked Master what happened?

The master sat on the chair for a long time before he said:

“The village of Caijia Town, not far down the mountain, was massacred by devils. By the time I arrived, it was already too late. There were corpses with severed arms and legs everywhere. These damned people You beasts, they didn’t even spare the newborn children.”

Master chased and attacked and killed several lone Japanese soldiers along the way before returning here.

It turned out that the blood on his body was not his, but that of the Japanese.

For the next three days, Master locked himself in the room without eating or drinking. We were very worried about his health.

And in the morning three days later.

Master opened the door to wake us up and asked us to gather in the main hall.

Master led us to burn incense for our ancestor, and chanted loudly:

“Master, my disciple Qiu Qingshan has appealed to the ancestors of all generations. The devils invaded our Daxia without justice, invaded my land, and massacred my people. People and gods are outraged!”

” Although the disciple is just a warrior, his desire to serve the country and die as a martyr is undying. Today, he decided to lead his disciple down the mountain to fight the war. The Japanese will not return to the mountain until they withdraw from Daxia. If they do not succeed, they will become benevolent.” ”

I hope that the founders will not be offended. When I return, the disciple will do it again. Carry forward the martial arts hall to its glory.”

Then.

Master took us to participate in the Anti-Japanese War.

During the two-year war of resistance, I fought from the age of 16 to 18. The fifth senior brother who loved martial arts the most had one of his hands broken, and the eldest brother had one of his eyes blinded. Everyone has more or less something on his body. hurt.

The only good thing is that although we were injured, at least we were still alive and able to play and joke with each other.

And when I was eighteen.

Once, the army was about to raid a Japanese base camp.

Master said to me:

“Zhixing, you are the youngest. Master wants you to go back to the martial arts gym first. You have been away for two years. Someone should go back and reopen the martial arts gym to clean up the ashes of the ancestor. It will be fine. Wait for us Come back!”

No matter how stupid I am, I know how dangerous this raid is, how can I go back alone.

I cried and knelt down and begged Master to take me with him. Although I was young, I had killed many Japanese and I was not afraid of death!

Master stroked my head and said,

“Silly boy, I know you are not afraid of death, but what will happen if you don’t go back to the martial arts gym? Who will guard the martial arts gym? I promised my ancestor that I will go back and reorganize the martial arts gym.”

He patted him . My shoulder:

“Don’t worry! We will come back after we drive away the Japs, and I will teach you martial arts and calligraphy.”

Several senior brothers also hugged me reluctantly with tears streaming down their faces, and they all comforted me and said they would be here soon. When you come back, you will bring me a lot of delicious food, such as braised pork, and make me new clothes.

I returned to the martial arts gym alone.

Before leaving.

I once prayed to God:

“God, I don’t believe in ghosts or gods, and I have never believed in you. But this time, I beg you, please make sure that my master and six senior brothers are safe this time.”

“As long as you can make my master and my brothers safe this time.” I am willing to exchange my life for the safety of the six senior brothers. Please, God, open your eyes. I really don’t want my…father and brothers to die.”

I clean the martial arts hall every day, practice martial arts, and write every day. Sitting on the big rock in front of the door, waiting for them to come back…

But this wait lasted more than 80 years! Master and six senior brothers never came back here.

I remember when I was thirty-one.

Several soldiers who had been saved by Master came here and told me that Master and the others were said to have become generals. They won me a sum of money and brought me a large piece of meat, saying that they had agreed to give it to me. Bring braised pork to eat.

I used the money to renovate the martial arts gym, but I didn’t dare to make any changes and kept it as it was because I was worried that the master wouldn’t like it if it changed.

I took out all the remaining money and gave it to the primary school at the foot of the mountain, hoping that more children could read and be literate, add pillars to Daxia, and prevent Daxia from being hungry again.

Finally I got old.

But I have never left the martial arts school. In the past 80 years, even if I married a wife and had children, I have never left home.

Because I’m afraid.

I’m afraid what if I just leave home and Master and the others come back, they won’t be able to find me.

……

at this time.

As Mr. Qiu narrated, Zhang Wei sat there quietly and listened.

Mr. Qiu raised his head and stared blankly at the white clouds in the sky, as if he had returned to the sky of the past.

He murmured:

“I remember that Sixth Senior Brother asked my master why he practiced martial arts.”

“Master said, to strengthen the body.”

“Sixth Senior Brother also asked, can martial arts be used only to strengthen the body? It is of no use. Ah.”

“Master said, it is useful. It will be useful when necessary. Just like now, practicing martial arts… can protect the family and the country.”

In the words.

Mr. Qiu didn’t know what he was thinking of, his eyes were red:

“Master, senior brother, it’s almost 90 years. When will you come back to protect our family and country? I miss you so much.”

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