As dusk approached, a light rain fell in Guangzhou.
The rain was not heavy, but it made the sky even darker, as if it was already after sunset.
Guan Luoyang, along with his coach and Ma Zhixing, are now hiding under a bridge.
The bridge is low, surrounded by overgrown weeds, and extremely humid. Beggars are not willing to come here, but it is a good place to take refuge temporarily.
When the instructor took Guan Luoyang to find the small ancestral hall before, he had made many twists and turns along the way and pointed out these places that he could pay attention to, so that he could temporarily retreat if things were not harmonious.
He has rich experience in this area. This retreat was indeed used. It is a pity that the person who was still energetic and attentive at the time has now become weak and his eyes are dim.
Guan Luoyang pressed him carefully. His left elbow joint was misaligned and his ribs seemed to be broken, but they probably weren't inserted into his internal organs. They were not directly fatal injuries.
But the instructor was breathing more and more, his face began to turn red, and his forehead felt hot.
Ma Zhixing also came closer and dropped the brocade box in his hand. He lay directly on the instructor's chest and listened for a while. He said nervously: "It seems to be a respiratory problem. He had lung disease and pharyngitis before. Will he cough often?"
The instructor is a master of qi training, how could he have this disease, unless he injured his lungs during the battle just now.
Guan Luoyang's face darkened, recalling the previous incident where the teacher's head, chest and abdomen were covered with frost. Although he struck in time to shatter the thin frost on the outside, there was nothing he could do if the cold air had already penetrated into the body at that time.
If a person's lungs are injured by frost...
Ma Zhixing had already taken off his sleeveless vest. He was also wet all over. He didn't care much and just folded the wet clothes and covered the trainer's chest, then folded his hands and pressed on it.
Guan Luoyang said quickly: "His ribs are injured."
"I know, but there is no other way now. This position should not directly aggravate the rib injury."
Guan Luoyang did not stop him and watched his movements closely.
After Ma Zhixing pressed the button four or five times, he started to choke and cough. He had drank a lot of river water while running quickly under the water. Now he was still kneeling. When he exerted force with his hands, he felt like his stomach was churning, and his nose and eyes were burning and uncomfortable. The positions of the hands are spread out.
Guan Luoyang knelt on one knee and reached out with his left hand. He only used the palm of his hand to exert force and his five fingers to move. The sleeveless vest was squeezed out with water stains again and again.
Ma Zhixing felt that the rhythm and intensity of the other person's compressions were very suitable. He even gradually adjusted them to become even better than what he had just done.
The instructor trembled, choked suddenly, opened his eyes and sat up. Guan Luoyang stopped his hand at the right time and put an arm behind his shoulder to let him sit up.
"You, you are okay, okay..."
The instructor had been unconscious when he was in the water. Seeing that Guan Luoyang and Ma Zhixing were there, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He touched his body with his right hand and took out an oil paper bag.
Inside the oil-paper bag was the roster. Guangzhou had developed water veins and was intertwined with large and small rivers. Before the instructor came, he had already expected that he might have to use water to do things, so he specially made this layer of protection, using thick oil paper and thin cotton threads like those used for oil-paper umbrellas. It's tied up in many circles, and it doesn't matter even if it's left to soak in water for a few days.
He handed the roster to Ma Zhixing and said, "I originally said I would give it to you when I get on the ship, but I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until that time."
Ma Zhixing was a little afraid to pick it up. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "You can still be saved. You can still be saved. I have quick-acting respiratory medicine at home. I just need to ask him to go again..."
Ma Zhixing looked at Guan Luoyang. Guan Luoyang perked up and was about to get up, but was pulled back by the instructor.
"It's useless. My family knows my own affairs. I have a damaged lung pulse and medicine has no effect. If I hadn't practiced Qi successfully, I wouldn't even have had the chance to explain these few sentences."
When the instructor spoke, he had a weak phlegm sound, coughed again, and said with a forced smile, "When we do these things, we have long known that such a day will come. If it is not a white-haired person giving a black-haired person, it is already like this." Lucky for you. Haha, cough, cough, cough..."
He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. The blood stains were splashed on the soil and fell on his clothes. They were all dark. The blood stains at the corners of his mouth and red face were shocking.
When he was about to hand the roster forward with trembling hands, Ma Zhixing could only hold it with both hands.
The instructor's Adam's apple slipped and he suppressed the fishy smell in his chest. He turned his neck and looked at Guan Luoyang, "Luoyang, I can only ask you to give him one more ride. You..."
When he saw the gunshot wound on Guan Luoyang's body, his voice faltered, "You... do your best."
Guan Luoyang made a promise: "I will definitely let him get on the boat. I already have an idea."
Although the instructor was groggy, just after hearing what he said, he already understood what he meant, and his expression changed slightly.
That method is indeed very feasible, but it is too dangerous. If sneaking into Guangzhou City can only be regarded as half of the chance of failure, then the method Guan Luoyang said has almost a 90% chance of death.
What's more, he is now injured by a gunshot and may not even have a 10% chance of survival.
However, the coach seemed to be unable to persuade him.
We have come this far, how many people have been sacrificed along the way? How many people's desolate sufferings are needed to make these people, young and old, embark on the road of sacrifice?
The coach couldn't think of any reason to persuade him. He just looked at Guan Luoyang, saw himself in Guan Luoyang's eyes, and thought of a poem for no reason.
"Hard and bitter, I hate the frosty temples... I have been sick for a hundred years, and I am alone on the stage..."
The words he muttered did not seem to be in the original order, but he had already thought of his own life and this devastated country, and felt that every word that came out of his mouth was filled with endless bitterness and vicissitudes of life.
The instructor blinked, and suddenly felt like there were sparks of fire in front of his eyes.
They were paper boats floating on the river from upstream. During the Huaguang Festival, monks and Taoist priests would collect flammable sawdust, papyrus, etc. from house to house, put them on the paper boats, light them, and then send them into the river. , drifting away with the current.
This means sending fire to the God of Fire. It is hoped that through such a ceremony, the home will be protected from fire.
Each paper boat represents the prayers of a family.
"These ships are... ha, ha ha ha ha!"
There was fire floating on the river in the eyes of the instructor. After staring for a while, he laughed out loud, suppressed the sadness that just came over him, and said in a serious and slow voice, "Luoyang, if there really are gods and ghosts in this world. , after I die, I must make a deal with them.
As much bitterness and hatred as I have experienced in this life, I hope that you, all of you, will have as much joy in your future lives.
No! You can’t just be equal to me, you have to be ten times as good as me, a hundred times as good as me. "
Guan Luoyang also saw the fire, and somehow he replied smoothly: "What if they refuse?"
"No?"
The instructor thought for a moment and said, "We must have more dead people than all the gods in the sky. When the time comes, we will be strong in numbers. Let's ask them who dares to refuse!"
With a heroic smile on his face that he had never seen since he met Guan Luoyang, he opened his eyes and watched the boat on the river getting closer and closer.
Guan Luoyang lowered his head, and his breathing could no longer be heard in his ears.
'I will. '
