In the afternoon, Wang Zan and Yu Hanqiu had already arrived near Fengtian. After getting off the taxi, he did not go in first as usual, but went to the vegetable market next to him.

"Boss, I'll give me two pounds of pork head meat. Let's cut a pig's ear. I need ten chicken claws, and it's a little rotten. It's old man who is older."

"One bag of peanuts, two bottles of Lao Bai dry, yes, a few more beer..."

Yu Hanqiu, who was next to Wang Zan, kept following Wang Zan. Seeing him carrying two bags of things, she estimated that the total cost of these wine and food was less than a hundred yuan, and there was nothing else.

"I won't talk about the air tickets from Shanghai to Fengtian. Just parking fees and taxi money, you will spend more than a hundred yuan. Are you sure you won't buy anything else. Are these enough?" When you walked into the side door to the east of the palace, Yu Hanqiu couldn't help asking questions. The money was a bit too little.

In her imagination, the expenses and efforts were not as good as the price. Moreover, it seemed that Wang Zan was visiting an elder. The etiquette seemed to be insufficient, and it was quite a waste of money.

"You find it incredible, something is wrong?"

"Yes, for example, I'll visit a high school teacher. I won't bring too expensive items, but I'll have to buy some gifts for hundreds of dollars."

Wang Zan smiled and said, "If you want me to say that your teacher and your rank are not enough. When a person's level reaches that point, what you give is basically the same in his eyes. It's better to give something that suits the other party's wishes. Just like when you visit the richest man's house in a certain place, what do you think you are suitable for bringing, I guess you may not even look at someone else's eyes even if you hold a golden pot."

"But I seem to have heard you mention that this person is watching the gate in the palace. What's the matter? Is this a sweeping monk?"

Wang Zan smiled even more violently, and he said confidently: "That's because he just wanted to see the door here, otherwise his stage might be wider... You are really right. He is really a sweeping monk, and the characters in the novel are not all legends."

As a descendant of the Qing Dynasty master, Song Laohu must have mastered his skills. Not to mention anything else, if he had not been here to guard the palace since he was young, he would probably rather someone in the world spend more than seven figures a year to hire him as a personal bodyguard.

After entering through the side door, Wang Zan walked in familiar with the door and finally walked to a wing room in the side hall.

Fengtian has been in good times recently. It was still sunny in the afternoon. Song Laohu was lying in the yard wearing a jacket, with a tea jar next to it.

It seemed that I could hear footsteps quite far away. Song Laohu opened his eyes and said, "If you don't come again, I will cook a pot of noodles for dinner. I feel so nervous when you wait for this wine."

Wang Zan smiled and lifted the bag of his hands and said, "Where can I not come? Come from Shanghai and come to you again. It's not a few hours on the way. It's only three o'clock. It's early, so I must have enough wine. I'll drink with you until the second half of the night."

"I'm afraid you'll be drunk and run away halfway, let's go..." Song Laohu stood up from the recliner and thrust his mouth into the room with his hands behind his back.

But this is. When Song Laohu stood up and was standing in front of Wang Zan, he was stunned when he looked at the other person's expression. His raised hands hanged down unknowingly, and the wine bottle and pork head fell to the ground with a bang.

At this time, Song Laohu's breath was fluctuating, especially on his face, his face was covered with a layer of death. His eyes were turbid and he had no shape as a master. There were obvious age spots on his cheeks and arms.

This is a sign that a person is about to die.

Wang Zan's lips trembled a few times and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"The deadline is coming!" Song Laohu said with a plain expression.

Wang Zan frowned, subconsciously shook his head and said, "This is impossible. You are only in your seventies at most. People who practice martial arts can strengthen their bodies. How could it be that time of termination so early? Are there something wrong with you?"

Song Laohu suddenly smiled "haha" and waved his hand and said, "You are all heard of. People who practice martial arts can strengthen their bodies, but this is not a way to live long. Let me tell you this. From the Qing Dynasty, whether it is a big or a river and lake, about 90% of the people who practice martial arts will not live long. On the contrary, most of them are short-lived. It is good to be able to live to about 60..."

Wang Zan refused to comment, and suddenly remembered that his father seemed to have talked to him about these things.

People who practice martial arts basically don’t live too long, especially the earlier they practice, the more they are. Because people who have practiced martial arts since childhood may have been injured from their skin, flesh, bones and even internal organs. When they become masters of martial arts, more people will get injured, especially internal injuries. Even if they are not dead at that time, they will become secret injuries over time. When one day they can’t suppress it, it’s time to die.

This is a normal state unless you only practice martial arts and strengthen your body and never fight with others.

Song Laohu is pretty good. During his sixty years of martial arts practice, he only fought with others when he was young. He basically never lived after he was in his forties. However, he had attacked Wang Zan twice a few years ago and was injured.

Wang Zan's eyes turned slightly red. The friendship between him and Song Laohu was equivalent to his master. The two were half friends, but they suddenly learned that the other party was separated from him.

Seeing Wang Zan a little sad, Song Laohu said calmly with his hands behind his back: "People like me, who have guarded a city for the rest of their lives. If a person dies, it is a responsibility to be the one who has been in charge. I have no pursuit or desire. For me, living for a day is not a matter of death. However, being able to drink a drink with you before the deadline is a great pleasure."

Wang Zan pursed his lips, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll have fun with you tonight."

Song Laohu glanced at Yu Hanqiu and knew that this was not his girlfriend, so he nodded at her, then pointed to the wing room and said, "The house has been cleaned up long ago, let's go."

Yu Hanqiu fell two steps behind and whispered to Wang Zan: "Is this friend of yours going to die?"

"The deadline has come, maybe it's just tonight." Wang Zan's Taoist practice could still see that Song Laohu had not had many hours to live, and he himself felt it, so he asked Wang Zan to come and accompany him for the last journey.
Chapter completed!