Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

The news spread very quickly. In just two days, with the intentional dissemination of Jingmen, the blind fortune tellers in the streets and alleys spread the story from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Almost half of the underworld circle had heard the story of the "Blood Battle in the Tofu Shop".

There are two versions of the story.

One story goes that Shit Wuchang betrayed the entire Changchun Society for a charming prostitute, and that he killed senior members of the Changchun Society. In order to deal with him, the Changchun Society sent out ten gatekeepers, and joined forces with twenty masters from the Old Martial Arts Society and the Puppet Society to set up an ambush in the Tofu Shop. However, not only did they fail, but they were all slaughtered by Shit Wuchang with his powerful Liujia Sanshi Gong. As a result, the Old Martial Arts Society was forced to issue a hunting order for him, saying that anyone who could take his head would receive a reward of three million yuan.

It sounds outrageous, but it is indeed spread like this in all kinds of circles.

Another version is even more outrageous.

Rumor has it that Shit Wuchang had been harboring a grudge since he failed to defeat Xie Qirong in the last battle of Jinping Mountain, so he forced himself into seclusion to practice martial arts, which led to him becoming possessed. After becoming possessed, Shit Wuchang completely lost his mind and killed hundreds of men, women, young and old in one night. The president of the old martial arts association, He Weiwu, acted in the name of justice and joined forces with masters such as Lihua Dagu, Xie Qirong, Butterfly Knife and Zhewu to develop a tactical plan. The two sides fought fiercely and after a series of battles, Shit Wuchang killed He Weiwu, the bitter fist, but was seriously injured by Zhewu, the butterfly knife. After that, Shit Wuchang fled far away and his whereabouts are unknown.

No matter which rumor it is, it is detrimental to the Changchun Association, and even more detrimental to Shi Wuchang himself.

At first, no one with a bit of common sense believed it, but as time went on, the Changchun Association did not even respond positively, which undoubtedly confirmed the rumor.

The Changchun Association could not respond because those gatekeepers were indeed gone. If they deliberately concealed the news, sooner or later the news would be exposed. Jingmen seized on this point, so the Changchun Association might as well choose to remain silent. In both rumors, the Old Martial Arts Association was intentionally portrayed as the "righteous" side. For a time, the reputation of the Old Martial Arts Association seemed to be overshadowing that of the Changchun Association.

The cable car on Jinping Mountain has been dismantled, and the old martial arts association headquarters has moved to the vicinity of Langzhong Martial Arts Temple. With its good reputation, naturally a large number of people joined, among whom less than one twentieth were martial artists. However, development and growth often rely not on those masters, but on a large number of people from all walks of life.

No one mentioned the crazy Taoist priest, no one mentioned the Jingmen.

There are no more than ten survivors who know the whole story. Insiders like Achun and Yu Kelong have no idea what happened.

When I found Shit Wuchang, he was meditating to recover, but his posture was different from usual. He put his left leg on top of his right leg, arched his back and waist, let his left arm hang naturally, and only relied on his right arm to hang on the lower edge of the door frame.

"Have you heard the rumors?"

Shit Wuchang loosened his grip, landed smoothly on the ground, and pressed his hands down, saying, "Let them spread it however they want. I'm not interested."

I frowned and said, "Rumors spread very quickly. If we miss this point, even if you come forward to clarify, it will be useless."

Shit Wuchang looked at me calmly and said, "Since you've agreed, I won't respond. If anyone in the martial arts world can take my head and claim the reward, you can give it a try."

"You have indeed changed."

"How it changed."

I frowned and said, "If it were you two months ago, if someone dared to threaten you like this, no matter which faction they belonged to, you would have gone to their door."

After two days of rest, Shit Wuchang looked a little better. He looked at the roof and said, "There's no point in being competitive. There's no point in being number one in the world. I'm tired. As long as Yuyu is safe, I don't want to take any more risks."

I nodded: "It's better for you to do this. This way, you and the people around you can live longer. In the end, it's not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships. If you are willing to wear a dirty hat this time, the people in Jingmen will not do anything extreme."

"My only concern now is that in just a few days, you've gone from being the most respected master of the Changchun Society to a treacherous villain who murders innocent people. Can you mentally adapt to this change?"

Shit Wuchang laughed and said, "I learned eight words from that old Taoist priest."

"Which eight characters?"

He stared at me and said, "Live from my heart. I am who I am."

I whispered, "I hope you can do it. I will help persuade Sister Song. I am on your side."

"Even if everyone in the world curses you, in my heart, you will always be this."

I gave it a thumbs up.

There was no obvious expression on Shi Wuchang's face, but his eyes were obviously moist.

The crazy Taoist priest, Ma Zhenyi, this legendary Taoist priest who sometimes sleeps and sometimes wakes up and whose origin is unknown, fought against many enemies alone. After a series of fierce battles, he still managed to beat Xie Qirong to his knees and beg for mercy with his wounded body. He also beat the twin old men so hard that they were scared to death and even made Shi Wuchang awaken himself.

Self-awakening?

That's probably the way to put it.

Just based on the eight words that Shit Wuchang said to me, I knew that he was completely different from before. He knew that there is always someone better than you, he saw through the human heart and interests, he was no longer arrogant, no longer blindly loyal, he knew how to seek benefits and avoid harm, he knew how to consider himself, and he knew how to consider the people around him. In comparison, I like him better now.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a faint "cry."

"Damn! I forgot about this little thing."

I opened the cardboard box and saw that the kitten, which was only a few days old, was still alive.

"This can't be sustained. Where did you pick it up?"

"I didn't pick it up. To be more precise, it was the crazy Taoist priest who picked it up! He said that the kitten's life is also a life, so he asked me to take it back and take good care of it. Have you fed it?"

Shit Wuchang shook his head.

I was immediately surprised.

It has been several days and I really forgot about this little thing. It survived tenaciously without food or water.

I thought about it, picked up the cardboard box and said, "People who are afraid of the door will not break their promises. Wait patiently. Maybe my aunt will come back safely tonight or tomorrow morning."

"where are you going?"

"Go find someone to feed the cat! Do you know how to feed it?"

Shit Wuchang shook his head again.

Then I took the suitcase and took a taxi to the guesthouse where Xiaoyang lived secretly. On the way, I talked to Xiaoyang on the phone. Xiaoyang sounded puzzled about my asking him to help feed the cat, but he did not refuse. Not to mention feeding the cat, he would do whatever I asked him to do.

The weather was very hot these two days and the taxi had no air conditioning, so I went down the mountain early when I was about one kilometer away from the guesthouse and walked there.

I opened the box and saw that the kitten had wilted. I guessed it was because it was too hot and was almost dying, so I quickly found a very small convenience store.

"Big sister! Get me a bottle of water!"

"What water do you want?"

"Mineral water, room temperature. Just take the cheapest one."

"Five cents."

I felt my trouser pocket and immediately said, "Um...I was in a hurry to leave and forgot to bring my wallet. Can I write it down first?"

The other party immediately took the water back.

"It's only fifty cents! Do you think I look like someone who didn't take fifty cents? I bought it for the cat to drink, and the cat is dying of thirst! Otherwise, you can find me some tap water!"

I opened the carton and showed it to her.

She stood up, looked at it, and immediately rolled her eyes and pointed to the slogan on the wall.

"It's a small business, so we don't sell on credit."

I was a little angry, but didn't say anything. I picked up the box and was about to leave when suddenly I felt a hard little thing on the inside of my thigh.

I quickly turned out my trouser pockets.

It was a fifty-cent coin that the kid had thrown into my teacup.

I glared at her, slammed the money on the table, took the water and left.

I found an open space, put the box down, and carefully fed it some water with a bottle cap.

The kitten couldn't open its eyes, but it knew it needed to drink water.

I looked at it and sighed, "You're tougher than a cockroach! I used a coin to buy you a bottle of life-saving water. If you can survive, I'll give you a name. From now on, you'll be called Coin."

Suddenly, the sunlight was blocked by someone and I immediately looked up.

"Master...Master...why are you here? Have you been following me?"

"I didn't follow you. I just calculated that you would appear here."

It squatted down, looked at the kitten, and reached out to touch it.

"You like cats?"

I shook my head: "I don't like it. It's so troublesome. This cat was entrusted by someone."

It was such a hot day and its face was covered with white, so I couldn't see its expression, but after I touched the cat for a while, I saw it frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

It stood up and said, "Nothing serious. Let's go. I'll go wherever you go."

My face changed slightly and I said, "Where is my little aunt?"

It pointed at a small black car parked on the side of the road.

I wanted to go over and take a look, but it put out its hand to block me.

Then, I carried the box into the guesthouse with a nervous heart.

When I arrived at the door of room 333, I was just about to knock, but the door opened when I pushed it gently.

I saw Xiaoyang lying on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out. The electric fan in the room was making a loud noise. Xiaoyang was holding half a watermelon in his left hand and a big spoon in his right hand, digging into the watermelon while watching TV.

I turned and looked.

The leader of Jingmen was staring at Xiaoyang who was eating a watermelon without blinking.