The centipede kite trembled slightly in Shu Guan's hand, and seemed to be about to fly away from Shu Guan's hand.
But there was a hint of disappointment on Shu Guan's face.
Because just now there was just a strong wind blowing outside the window. When the wind stopped, the centipede kite stayed quietly in his hand without any movement.
How come there is no change?
Shu Guan was a little confused.
The iron arrow showed its true appearance after he injected spiritual power into it.
But the centipede kite still didn't move.
Shu Guan placed the centipede kite on the bed, then picked up the small wooden horse, and then slowly injected spiritual power into it.
After waiting for a few seconds, the little wooden horse is still a little wooden horse and has not turned into a real horse.
Shu Guan frowned, placed the small wooden horse next to the centipede kite, and then set up a rattle, which was also injected with spiritual power.
The rattle still showed no abnormality.
In the next few minutes, Shu Guan tried injecting spiritual power into all the toys in the box, but no changes occurred.
Shu Guan was silent for a while, then took out the cigarette rod and lit a pot of cigarettes, sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking silently.
Before returning to the half-story building to dig out these childhood toys, Shu Guan had already tried it with a sharp knife.
As soon as spiritual power was injected into it, the sharp knife made a buzzing sound.
Shu Guan didn't know what special power this cutting-edge knife had. He hadn't had a chance to try it yet, but there was no doubt that some changes had taken place.
But why do bows, arrows, and sharp knives change after injecting spiritual power, but not other toys?
Are all the toys except bows, arrows and sharp knives just ordinary toys?
This is not impossible.
Because among all the birthday gifts that the old cripple made for Shu Guan, bows and arrows and ox-ear sharp knives were the two most special gifts.
The giant ox-horn bow and iron arrows were his sixteenth birthday present, and the ox-ear sharp knife was his seventeenth birthday present. In other words, these were the last two birthday gifts the old cripple made for him.
As for the old cripple's promise to make him a cigarette rod when he was eighteen, he failed to fulfill it in the end.
In addition, these two birthday gifts were real weapons, and before that, what the old cripple had made for him were children's toys.
So bows and arrows and sharp knives are a little special, but other birthday gifts are ordinary things, which makes sense.
Take the Taomu Sword for example. Shu Guan has injected spiritual power into the sword many times, but what the Taomu Sword reveals is nothing more than the power of Qingping's sword-wielding skills. Apart from that, there are no other abnormalities.
Of course, there is another possibility.
Even these toys also hide some secrets, but the methods to unlock these secrets are different. Bows and arrows and sharp knives only need to be injected with spiritual power, while other toys have other different conditions to discover their secrets.
And this possibility is even greater.
After all, the old lame man is an extremely mysterious being, a man who even came out to kill the dragon after being buried in the grave.
Shu Guan recalled the old cripple who looked at him coldly on the peach leaf, and an angry sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"...So, grandpa, are you playing a decryption game with me? Do you want me to unlock the secrets of all the gifts before you will appear in front of me again?"
"Okay! Just wait."
After muttering a few words, Shu Guan put down the cigarette rod, then put the toys back into the bamboo box one by one, closed the lid, threw them back under the bed, and lay down on the bed.
At this time, the four-legged snake, which was almost one meter long, crawled in from the window and saw Shu Guan lying on the bed. His pair of straight legs were changing from blood red to golden. Lots of surprises.
Because Shu Guan has never come back so early during this period of time.
"How is Senior Brother doing now?"
Shu Guan asked the four-legged snake casually.
The four-legged snake raised its head, stuck out its long tongue and made a few hiccups.
"It's still the same..."
Shu Guan sighed and closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he had a good sleep like a normal person.
The four-legged snake got under the bed, lay down on the big bamboo box, and fell asleep quietly amidst Shuguan's steady yet strangely rhythmic snoring.
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The next day, Shu Guan returned to the joint search team.
Although he felt that just by searching like this, it would be difficult to find the hiding place of the men in black, but at this time they had searched most of Yingcheng, so naturally they could not give up halfway.
Then half a month passed, and at dusk that day, the five of them came to Bell Tower Street again and came under the Dingshi Bell Tower.
Two months ago, they started searching the entire Yingcheng District from Dingshi Bell Tower.
Two months later, they returned.
In the entire Yingcheng District, except for the wooden building in the Pig Cage Walled City, they had already set foot in almost every corner, but unfortunately they still had not found the hiding place of the man in black.
This result is not too surprising to Shu Guan.
It's just that under such a strict search, those men in black were able to assassinate Xu Pingxi, which is really incredible.
These men in black must be hiding in an unexpected place, or hiding in a way they can't imagine.
Standing under the clock tower, none of the five people had a smile on their faces. After two months of hard work but with nothing, it always makes people feel a little depressed.
On Bell Tower Avenue, a group of students held banners and walked past them with angry expressions, heading towards the Chuzhou Provincial Government.
The banners read "Severely punish the Yinjili murderers who killed the workers", "Take back the foreign concessions", "Dahua is the Dahua of the Chinese people", "Western Mainland people go back to the Western Mainland" and other words. The snow-white banners use The words were written with a cinnabar pen, which looked shocking.
There were both male and female students. The men wore black formal suits with stand-up collars, and the women wore cyan student skirts. They ranged in age from fifteen or sixteen to early twenties. They all looked sad and angry, raising their arms and shouting passionately.
On both sides of the street, passersby from time to time applauded loudly for them, and some even directly joined their parade.
In addition, there were many police officers following them all the way, holding batons in their hands, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
As the students got closer to the building where the Chuzhou Provincial Government was located, more and more police patrolled the area, blocking the students and preventing them from moving forward.
Some arguments and shoving began to occur between the two parties, but the situation did not intensify yet. The police officers did not raise their guns, and the students did not attack the barrier pulled out by the police officers.
Shu Guan and others watched this scene from a distance. This was a scene they saw every day on the street in the past few days, and they had encountered it several times.
As for the reason, they already knew that, ten days ago, a tragedy happened in Shanghai. In a spinning factory run by Yinjili people, the factory owner and workers had a conflict over the overtime limit. In the end, the The factory owner and the Yinjili guards in the factory shot and killed more than a dozen workers.
Afterwards, the factory owner hid in the concession, and under the protection of the Yinjili Consulate, relying on the terms of extraterritoriality, he left Dahua and returned to Yinjili.
This incident also completely ignited the long-suppressed anger of the Chinese people in Shanghai. A large-scale strike and school strike suddenly broke out in Shanghai, and countless citizens took to the streets to protest.
A few days later, the movement began to sweep across the country, and many demonstrations were organized in Jingcheng to support the movement.
Of course, because he was conducting search missions every day during this period, Shu Guan had not had time to read newspapers for a long time. Yang Jianqing told them these things.
When he said these things, the anger on Yang Jianqing's face was no weaker than that of the young students on the street at this time.
The disciples of these academies, even if they are already practitioners, still can't let go of the books they have read, and they still can't let go of the word "family and country".
Just like Yang Jianqing, Shu Guan now knows some of his past affairs.
Before Yang Jianqing entered Yuelan Academy, he was also a student of Jingcheng University and the president of the student union. Fifteen or sixteen years ago, when the new army of the Northern Expedition arrived at Jingcheng City, Yang Jianqing, who had not yet become a disciple of the academy, immediately called for an organization Students from Jingcheng University came to the battlefield to rescue the wounded, transport supplies, and do their best to help the New Army.
At this moment, looking at the enthusiastic and high-spirited expressions of those young students, he wondered if he was remembering his past. The expression on Yang Jianqing's face became more gloomy. He looked back at the river flowing eastward and sighed softly. , there was endless disappointment in the voice.
Perhaps Senior Brother Yang is disappointed. The people he is trying so hard to help now turn out to be no different from the people he wants to hit.
Fifteen years after the Northern Expedition, nothing has changed in Dahua, except for the replacement of a group of people in power.
New warlords and old warlords are both warlords.
Looking at Yang Jianqing in front of him, thinking of his senior brother Zhai Tianci who died in battle fifteen years ago, Shu Guan also sighed softly.
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He is a time traveler, and his feelings about these things may not be as deep as those of Yang Jianqing, but the time and space he traveled to also has a history that is almost completely similar to Dahua at this time. At this moment, Shu Guan feels like he is standing in history. The feeling and mood are also extremely regretful.
Then Yang Jianqing turned around, glanced at the other four people and said:
"Okay, fellow seniors, our mission is over here. Unfortunately, we still couldn't find the hiding place of those men in black. As for how to find it in the future, our senior commanders will naturally arrange it."
"See you all later."
Yang Jianqing solemnly performed an ancient Confucian gift to the others, and then drifted away along the riverside avenue.
Then Huiming and Nagarshu also bowed to Shuguan and Rui Jianqiao to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Nagarjuna hesitated and asked Shuguan:
"Can I compete with you again in the future?"
"welcome any time."
Shu Guan replied with a smile.
Nagarjuna raised his eyebrows and showed an ugly and bright smile to Shu Guan.
After two months of getting along, the two people, who had some aversion to each other at the beginning, now have a very good friendship.
Shu Guanman likes this little monk. He is a very clean and pure person. Perhaps Guiyuan Temple values him so much not only because of his little Vajra body, but also because Nagarjuna has a Buddhist spirit that is not contaminated by the world. Heart.
When Shu Guan was about to leave with Rui Jianqiao, Xiao Yi's voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the commotion.
"Brother, wait a minute, Grandpa Zhong upstairs just took the initiative to talk to me. He asked us to go up."
"It seems like he has something going on and wants to ask us for help."
