Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 106: Drunken Guan Gong (First Update)
"Bang bang bang bang..."

Seeing countless skeletons falling on the carriage like a rainstorm, Xiao Ran felt hopeless in an instant.

"It's over. I'm afraid I'm going to be thrown into the abyss."

“Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze~~~”

At this moment, the big red horse pulling the cart let out a sharp neigh, then leaped up on all fours and suddenly turned around, crashing head-on into the oncoming skeleton. This scene caught Xiao Ran off guard, and he was thrown directly into the carriage.

"Da da da da..."

Before the bones fell, a dazzling phosphorescent fire ignited on the big red horse, radiating the surroundings. In an instant, Xiao Ran's eyes were spinning, and the world seemed to change from three-dimensional to two-dimensional.
At this moment, Xiao Ran's vision changed from three-dimensional to two-dimensional. Countless skeletons turned into black ink marks and were trampled under the hooves of the big red horse, exploding into huge waves of ink.

"Crash..."

Ink splashed everywhere, and a blurry human face emerged from the ink. The face kept changing, sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes old, sometimes young, and even for a moment, it was exactly the same as Xiao Ran's face.

The huge head stared at the bright red carriage on the scroll in front of it and let out a shrill laugh. Its big hand grabbed in the dim sea of ink, raised the treasure fan, and fanned at the red shadow as small as an ant.

"Crash la la la..."

The dark wind blew up the vast water, and the ink sea had no cliffs and no boat.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

No one knew where the fast drum sound came from, but the red horse kept neighing and pulled Xiao Ran back and forth in the black and white, surrounded by danger.

After finally breaking out from the sea of ink, he suddenly saw a white light in front of him. In the white light, an old man was holding a sword, as if he had been waiting for Xiao Ran here for a long time. Seeing him coming in a car, he raised his hand, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and it turned into a white dragon, spitting out silver light, and stirring up wind, thunder and lightning.

The red horse immediately turned around and rushed to the other side.

The sound of drums in my ears was getting faster and faster, and the white dragon behind me was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, the red horse stopped abruptly with a "whoosh", and there was endless black water in front of it.

Just when it seemed that the red horse had nowhere to escape, a shrill suona sound instantly drowned out the drumbeats.

The earth was shrouded in a red light.

Rumble, the earth shook and a shadow appeared in front of Xiao Ran. He couldn't see what was above his head, but he could feel as if there was a giant standing there.

The giant stands tall and your true appearance cannot be seen when you look up.

The black water rolled, and the figure holding the treasure fan poked his head out from the black water. He looked at the huge feet in front of him like two pillars supporting the sky with confusion, with surprise and confusion showing on his constantly changing face. He immediately raised the treasure fan in his hand and whipped the huge feet in front of him.

"call!!"

Millions of acres of black water rushed back, covering the sky and the sun, and countless evil ghosts screamed ferociously in the black water.

"Humph!"

Unexpectedly, a sigh came from the sky, and a red face as red as blood covered the sky and the sun, and it peeked out from the top of the head, and a bit of anger appeared in the slightly drooping eyes: "Hmm~ Hum~"

With a cold snort, the black light dissipated and the ink sea receded.

A huge knife fell from the sky and slashed into the black water.

"what!!"

Suddenly the black water exploded, and the general in armor disappeared, leaving only a broken precious fan.

Then he opened his eyes wide, threw a punch with his backhand, and hit the white dragon with a "bang", breaking it into pieces and scattering dragon scales.

The old man on horseback in front turned around and ran without looking back, but after the black horse under his crotch ran two steps, a sound of breaking wind came from above his head, followed by a sudden earthquake. The rocks in front of him exploded, and the big knife was seen stuck in the rift. There was no trace of the old man anymore.

At the same time, in Guanlin Temple, Lu Cheng, with a red face, seemed neither drunk nor awake, and walked forward with a big knife in hand.

He took a step and passed over Xiao Ran's head on the ground.

"Hurry, hurry, don't just stand there, pick up the horse and follow us!!"

Seeing this, the bald old man urged Jinghua and Jingyue to pull the big red paper horse and follow Lu Cheng.

He walked quickly to the gate and opened it.

"The soldiers are heroic, their men are like tigers and leopards, their military might is so great that the earth shakes and the mountains tremble, they are going to sweep away all the heroes..."

Lu Cheng blushed and walked out of the door swaying from side to side, singing lines and holding a big knife in his hand.

At this moment, there are still many villagers active in the square in front of Guanlin Temple.

He was frightened by Lu Cheng's shout, and when he looked back, he exclaimed: "Oh my, Lord Guan has appeared!!"

There was no makeup on Lu Cheng's face. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes and a long beard. However, his slightly drunken eyes made him look even more sad than Guan Gong on the stage.

He walked forward with a knife in hand, singing with every step. "When I saw 100,000 soldiers at Baima Slope, my teachings were like the ears of a chicken or a dog. Prime Minister, please don't be alarmed. Although I am not talented, I am willing to go among the thousands of soldiers to take Yan Liang's head and present it to you..."

Lu Cheng's voice sounded like a dragon, and as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone in the square was startled.

Some people of the older generation have been listening to operas for half their lives, but have never heard such lines. However, it sounds extraordinary to them. When they look at Lu Cheng's expression, they really get goose bumps all over their bodies and their scalps feel numb.

“Is this the drunk Guan Gong?”

Drunk Guan Gong, Guan Gong is drunk, if the physical body is not drunk then the real body cannot enter.

Few people have seen a drunken Guan Gong these days. This job is too difficult. It does not require any basic skills, but mainly requires drinking. And not just one or two cups, but one or two bottles. The body can be drunk, but the heart cannot be drunk. The drunker the person is, the more divine Guan Gong becomes.

It’s just that although this requirement seems not high, there are actually not many people who can really do it.

The most important thing is that alcohol is harmful to your health. Without a large enough capacity, you won’t be able to do this job.

It is said that when Guan Gong was drunk, he sang opera lyrics, which, although without score, still sounded righteous. If a person with evil intentions did not come, he would not have come at all.

As soon as Lu Cheng opened his mouth at this moment, he immediately attracted a burst of cheers.

Lu Cheng was seen staggering forward, sometimes brandishing his sword, sometimes laughing, with a hint of sadness in his drunken eyes.

He swung his sword and sang, "See you at the battlefront, Yan Liang in brocade robe holding a sword. Prime Minister, don't panic, I want to see Yan Liang... ah ah ah ah... he's going to sell his head!!"

"it is good!!"

Everyone cheered. Even though the lyrics didn't sound right, the singing was great and it was enjoyable to listen to.

Just as everyone was watching the excitement, a dark shadow rushed out from the crowd and blocked their way.

A skinny, bald old man, over sixty years old, holding a weak, skinny, and obviously asleep child in his arms, knelt down in front of Lu Cheng, lifted the child high, and cried, "Master Guan, please show your divine power, kill the disease, and save this child's life."

"It's the Song family."

The villagers all recognized him, and when they saw the old man they secretly shook their heads and said he was pitiful.

Old Song’s eldest son died of cancer years ago, and his daughter-in-law ran away, leaving behind a premature baby for Old Song to raise alone. It seemed that it was only last month that they found out that the child had leukemia.

Old Song felt like the sky was falling. He sold everything he had, even his house, just to save the child's life.

But leukemia is not so easy to cure.

Those who knew him all advised him to give up, and no one thought of asking him to pay back the money they lent him. Sometimes when they saw him coming towards them with a child in his arms, they all knew what was going on, and everyone understood it tacitly. Those who had food at home would give him a bite of food, and those who had milk would feed the child.

Life is so bitter that it makes anyone feel heartbroken.

The air around seemed to freeze, and everyone was looking at the drunk Guan Gong in front of them. In fact, they were all nervous in their hearts. Everyone knew that Guan Yu was a fake. After all, he was just a drunk man pretending to be Guan Gong, just for fun.

Holding the child in front of a drunk man, if there was any harm done, someone would die tonight.

But no one dares to pull it. Why?

If one is not at the end of one's rope, who would place one's hope on the illusory gods?

The two Taoist boys pulling the paper horse looked back at the bald old man, who just shook his head, signaling them not to bother.

Suddenly, Lu Cheng's slightly drooping eyes suddenly widened, and he raised the Qinglong sword in his hand and chopped at the child.

The people around him were so scared that they couldn't help but scream, but Old Song's eyes were full of gratitude and determination. The big knife did not touch the child, but only tapped the child three times in a row, and then Lu Cheng sang loudly:
"It is our duty to eliminate demons and defend the Way, and to turn the tide and save Ling'er"

I don't know where this line of drama came from, but he leaned forward, lifted his robe and swept it over the child's head. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the child's originally pale face had a little more redness, and his breathing was much more even than before.

The child did not open his eyes, but stretched out his tender little hands and tried to grope forward. Lu Cheng bent down and put his face forward, letting the child's cold little hands rest on his cheeks, two lines of hot tears rolling down from his eyes uncontrollably.

Then he gently patted the child's hand, stood up, sang with a sad voice, and continued to move forward...

"Holding the Azure Dragon and the crescent moon, the blade looks at the gods and ghosts in fear, and with the blade in hand, the sufferings of the world are cleared, and the Senluo Cave is struck immediately. Looking up at the sky, the world is peaceful, and the sun and the moon are bright..."

At the same time, on the other side, Xiao Ran followed the carriage forward.

There were white mountains and black water on the road, and it was dark in the distance.

Only the huge shadow beside him followed him, and from time to time he swung his sword to cut a path in the void.

Wherever the blade passed, evil spirits and monsters fled in fear.

The road was unobstructed until it crossed a forest. Xiao Ran looked up and saw a stream in front of him flowing from one end of the darkness to the other, with no end in sight.

There is a stone tablet beside the river, on which are written three words: "Forget River"

(End of this chapter)