[Miaojiang Gu Stories] Fleeting Years Gu

Chapter 1

[Miaojiang Gu Stories] Fleeting Years Gu

Author: Gone Water Moai

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Assuming that Lu Zuo died in the last battle of Miaojiang, and Zhamao Xiaodao Qianli Xunhu [Dark Fog!s story……

Heresy is correct, what else do you need to pinch?

Content tags: past life, present life, ghosts, gods and monsters, three teachings and nine streams

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Li, Lu Xiao┃Supporting role: Miao Jiangzhong┃Others: Miao Jiang voodoo, heresy

[-]. The last Gu raiser

On the minibus returning to the village from school, I leaned against the seat and had a dream in a daze. The various fragments in the dream were so horrible that I didn’t know what to call it. Waking up suddenly, he reached out and wiped his forehead, wiping off the cold sweat.

In June, when cicadas make noise.It was a hot day, and the atmosphere in the car was even warmer. A group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys in school uniforms chattered and laughed together.Someone next to me elbowed me and said something, I watched his lips open and close, as if he was in an unknown distance, his mind was so confused that he hadn't slept for three days and three nights, his upper and lower eyelids were glued together, and he wanted to take a stick Open up.This situation made my heart tense, and in a trance, I managed to raise my hand and touched an old jade pendant hanging around my neck. A trace of coolness and warmth spread in the palm of my hand, and then I felt a little more awake.

I was still immersed in the horror of the incomprehensible dream just now.I have been like this since I was a child. I have strange dreams. When I wake up, I can’t remember the scene in the dream. I only have cold sweat all over my body, as if I was scooped out of the water.Grandma said that I am young and love to lose my soul, so she gave me this jade pendant and asked me to carry it with me, so it will be much better.This time, maybe I was too tired, and somehow I had strange dreams again.

I leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes for a while. I had a severe headache, but I couldn't fall back to sleep no matter what.It gets dark late in summer, and it gets dark at seven o'clock. The door opens, and the teenagers swarm out of the minibus. Two or three go back to their homes, and they are scattered in the twilight after a while.

I dawdled until the last to get off.I got out of the car and found that I was the only one left, so I hurried home with my head heavy.Passing by the elementary school at the head of the village, there was a dark shadow at the door, and when I got closer, I realized that it was a person standing there, and was about to pass by, when suddenly the person turned around suddenly.

This is a young man with a thin body, a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, long hair, and the hair is tied in a bundle behind his head. It was too dark to see what he looked like, but his eyes were dark and bright. In the dark night, it seems to glow faintly, as bright as a star.

I was so frightened that I couldn't understand it. I woke up in an instant. I walked and ran a long way before I felt my heart beating back again. Where did it come from again.I hesitated for a few seconds, but I really didn't have the courage to go back and take another look.After all, the suspicion did not overcome the eagerness in his heart, and he turned and went home.

My home is on the west side of the village, an old dilapidated house with black tiles and white walls and low eaves that is rare in modern society.I saw the bright lights from a distance, and I knew something was wrong with a tremor in my heart.A few uniformed policemen at the door, the leader in uniform had a bulletproof vest and a holster around his waist, and asked me, "Are you Lu Li?"

I said yes.

The police told me two things: my uncle was crazy; Luo Lao San in the town was dead, and my grandmother was a suspect.

I had just handed in my last senior high school entrance examination paper that afternoon, and I was going home for the first time in half a year.

The year was 2030.

After so many years of promoting urban-rural integration and urbanization of villages and towns, several nearby villages have been moved together one after another. Duncun, where I grew up, is said to be a village, buried in a hundred thousand mountains and invisible to the world, but its scale is no different from a small town.There are shops and primary schools, and there is a long-distance bus to the outside. There is a station, and a minibus runs every half an hour, which is very convenient.

The grandmother is from the Miao family, and the original Miao village was either relocated or changed into a cultural landscape.Grandma moved to the old house in Duncun at the end of 12 years, and now she has lived in it for 18 years and has never moved.A few years ago, my uncle ran a business to save money, built a new house, and wanted to take my grandma to live there, but my grandma refused, saying that she would not be blessed.

Grandma is a Gu raiser.The voodoo breeder is lonely and poor, and my grandma is just my uncle and my mother with a son and a daughter. My mother died of illness more than ten years ago, and my grandma would rather only have the word "poor" for herself.

I was born in 2016. My father claimed to be proficient in Yili. He figured out that I lack fire in the five elements. After thinking hard, he named his precious son the character "Li". The hexagram symbolizes fire. very.

After I became sensible, I criticized it endlessly. Instead of talking about gathering, I said "li". This name is really auspicious and auspicious.

This kind of dissatisfaction accompanied me throughout the second period of youth, but I did not take advantage of the convenience of being a minor to change my name, because the person who gave me this name had already followed his wife and died in the ground early. It can be counted as a thought.

I am not the only one who has no father or mother in the world, and I still have to live and straighten my back.And I asked myself that in the first 14 years of my life, I still lived like a normal person in the new century anyway.

My uncle’s family is good. My aunt is a typical girl from Hunan. She is bold and forthright. She has been married to my uncle for several years. She runs a business in other places and has no children. It's kind of like looking at me as yourself.

However, I lived in an old house with my grandmother since I was a child. My grandmother has been studying Gu art all her life. She didn't take the initiative to teach me anything, but she didn't shy away from letting me see it. She usually pointed and told me what it was and what it was.I gradually watched and learned a lot, but I was still young, and I couldn't talk about paying too much attention. I just thought I knew the mysterious stuff that my friends didn't understand, and I was very tall.

After all, it is the 21st century. Airplanes, cannons and tanks sound more realistic than Shaolin stick techniques and Wudang sword techniques.Gu art, before my grandmother used it to kill Luo Laosan, I learned it like learning mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology. I never thought that this thing would have any practical value, let alone that I would use it one day.

The days of learning Gu with my grandma came to an abrupt end after graduating from elementary school in the village, and it never happened again after I went to the town to study in junior high school.Since elementary school, I have been studying like that. Learning Gu from my grandmother and fighting with Zhang San from the next door did not affect my academic performance.When I was in junior high school, my aunt and uncle jointly put pressure on me to stay at the junior high school in the town and study hard so that I could pass the key exams. As a result, after the first 14 years of my life, when I recalled those three years, I couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

——If I had known that even if I won the No.1 senior high school entrance examination report card in the town, no one would read it, I would have been like a fucking bird back then!

As I said before, my uncle is an outsider who runs a business. Over the years, I have saved a couple of small coins in my hands, not much, just enough to make a living, and to be able to have a wife and children.The third Luo lives in the town, and has a relationship with my uncle who is half a partner and half a contractor. He has done business a few times, and has much more money than my uncle.

——Obviously why the poor should bother The poor are bullshit most of the time. In the business trip in the early summer of 2030, my uncle and Luo Laosan went alone without my aunt.As for what kind of bullshit lawsuit my uncle and Luo Laosan have provoked outside, no one can tell me clearly.

As soon as I could see the result, my uncle returned to the village in a daze.Grandma went to see her son.Then I was nearly seventy years old, and my grandmother, who hadn't been out of the village for 18 years, got on the long-distance bus to the town alone tremblingly.Then, that night, Luo Laosan disappeared, and the way of death was quite brutal.The police uncle was kind and thoughtful of the mental health of minors. He didn't tell me the specific circumstances of Luo's death, only that the cause of death was doubtful.My grandmother confessed to the murder.

Grandma said she wanted to see me.

On the first evening when I returned home from the high school entrance examination, I spent ten minutes in the only place in the world that could be called "home" when I was 14 years old. Under the guidance of a group of folks, surrounded by police uncles, Back to town in a police car.

I met my grandmother that night at the hospital in town.

My grandmother was placed in a single ward with the lights turned on, and a few plainclothes people could be seen walking back and forth in the corridor from a distance.The hospital corridor was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and an indescribably heavy depression lingered. When I walked to the door, I saw a person standing in front of the hospital bed.

I recognized this hanging hair at a glance as the young man I met at the gate of Cuntou Primary School when I returned home. He was obviously in the same group as the police. He didn't change his clothes, only his shirt cuffs were down.The fluorescent lights in the ward were turned on, and I realized that he was even younger than I thought at first, not a few years older than me, with his head down, and he seemed not in a very high mood.He was talking to my grandmother.I vaguely heard him say that he didn't expect that there were descendants in Zhongyang Miao Village. My grandmother coughed and laughed twice, and said that there was no more, no more.

Then I heard my grandma calling me, saying boy, come here.

I couldn't help it when I walked over step by step.In my impression, my grandmother is like an ordinary little old woman, wearing blue floral cotton clothes, blue cloth baotou, wrinkled face, and always in good spirits.It used to be inconvenient to see a doctor in the village. People of the older generation knew that they would come to my grandmother to order local medicine from the Miao family.Now the old man is curled up on the hospital bed, his gray hair is scattered behind his head, his eyes are cloudy and white, without any brilliance, showing a kind of terrible haggardness.

My grandma took my hand and pointed at the man tremblingly, saying that this is Lu Xiao, your father's distant cousin, according to your Lu family's ranking, you should call him Fourth Uncle.

[-]. Witch Gu of the Miao family, relying on the legacy

I raised my head and glared at him like lightning, and Lu Xiao didn't seem to expect my grandma to say that to me, and turned his head to meet me squarely.Wide-eyed and small-eyed, for a moment, each other is roughly looking in each other's eyes