My master is the coffin

Chapter 271 Cockfighting
The thin man nodded and said, "That's true."

After a while, he asked again: "Speaking of which, do your adoptive parents know where your hometown is?"

I shook my head: "Look at their attitude towards me. If they knew where my hometown is, they would have sent me back a long time ago, and they will support me for so many years?"

The thin man scratched his head: "This is really a problem. Otherwise, let's ask your adoptive parents and find out where they got you here, and then follow the vine to find you all the way."

I nodded: "It seems to be the only way."

The abbot said with a hippie smile: "Grandma's. Why did you go around and help Xu You find relatives?"

I didn't have time to talk nonsense with them. After dinner, the few of us started wandering around the living room with nothing to do.

Wushuang said boredly: "Xu You, when will your parents come back?"

I look at my watch, it's only noon now.I said, "Probably after get off work at night."

Waving the mahogany sword in both hands, he turned around in the room: "I still have to wait for so long. I'm almost suffocated in your house. It's too small, and I can bump into others when I turn around."

The abbot also added embellishments and said: "That's right. Now I feel more and more that our Dasheng Village is better. The place is big and spacious."

I waved my hand: "Okay, okay. I'll take you out for a walk, and see the demeanor of our Henan people."

Anyway, we had nothing to do at home, so we walked outside slowly.

Where we live is a bit out of the way.A few of us walked a few steps, but we didn't see anything interesting.

Suddenly, Wushuang pointed to the front and said, "What are those people doing?"

We looked up and saw many people gathered in a park, not knowing what they were looking at.

We squeezed to the inside.Found two chickens inside.One black and one white, the fight is fierce.

The people around were gathered on both sides, watching with relish.

I said to Wushuang next to me, "It's nothing interesting. It's just cockfighting. I was used to seeing it when I was a child."

I'm used to it, but it doesn't necessarily mean that Wushuang is used to it.She grabbed me very interestedly: "Don't go. Let's watch it later."

I had no choice but to stay and look at the two chickens without a glance.I looked at it for a while, and gradually realized something was wrong.

There are two chickens, one black and one white.The white feathers are neat, and the body is majestic, very mighty.The black one is a little weaker, and I don't know if it's a long-term fight or what's going on, the hair on the neck has been worn down.Compared with the white chicken, this black chicken is simply a beggar on the street.

However, with such a huge disparity in strength.The black chicken actually had the upper hand.Its body is not as big as a white chicken, and it cannot stop the white chicken from colliding.But the speed is very fast, often dodging at the nick of time.

And its jaws are very ruthless, once the white chicken is pecked by it, it will definitely lose a piece of meat.

After a while, the white chicken lost all its feathers and was stained with blood.

A bald old man said triumphantly, "Take the money, take the money."

The defeated old man took out the money helplessly, and said while counting the money: "Your chicken has been hard for dozens of games in a row, isn't it tired?"

The bald old man said braggingly: "Can my chicken be the same as yours? I am made of steel. Nine dogs make a mastiff, and ten chickens make a phoenix."

The defeated old man walked out of the circle, and said unhappily: "Look at your complacency. A chicken is a chicken, and it's a phoenix. You're not ashamed to say it."

Wushuang suddenly pointed to the chicken and said, "It's so fun? What is it doing?"

I turned my head and saw the chicken lying on the ground.grinding its mouth.

All the old men who saw the cockfighting were gone.The bald old man then showed off to us: "My chicken is spiritual. It knows that it has to compete every day. If it doesn't win, it will be killed by me and eat meat, so it works very hard."

I looked at the tired fighting cock lying on the ground, rubbing its beaks all the time, and couldn't help being stunned.

At this time, the thin man said: "Old man, it's amazing that you can raise this kind of chicken."

The bald old man said triumphantly: "What's the point? I can eat and drink every day this chicken hard money. To be honest, I didn't raise it, but it raised me."

The bald old man said this, took out the cage behind him, and rushed to put the chicken in it.While pretending, he said: "This chicken fights all day, it is too murderous. I dare not catch it with my hands, otherwise, I'm afraid I will have to peck it off. If one day, I don't want to keep it, I want to put it on the chicken. If it kills and eats meat, I'm afraid it has to be left alone for a while, until it completely forgets that it is a fighting cock."

Seeing that the bald old man had put the chicken in the cage and was about to take it away.The thin man stepped forward, stopped him and asked, "Just now I heard you say that nine dogs make one mastiff, and ten chickens make one phoenix. I don't know what that means?"

The bald old man said cheerfully: "You are a very interesting young man. I have been fighting cocks here for many years, and I often boast with this sentence. No one has ever taken it seriously. They all think I am bragging. You are the first You asked me so seriously. However, I can’t tell you, if you learn it, how can I win in the future? How can I use this chicken to make a fortune?”

The thin man said, "I'm a foreigner, so it's impossible for me to fight cocks here. I was just interested, so I just asked."

The bald old man asked cautiously: "Are you from out of town? Did you lie to me?"

The thin man nodded: "Of course. I am from Shaanxi." Then he learned a few words of Shaanxi dialect.

The bald old man nodded and said, "It's fine if you're not a local. Since you chatted with the old man for a while and amusing me, I'll tell you."

The thin man nodded and smiled, "I'm all ears."

The bald old man sat on a bench in the park, took out corn seeds from his pocket, teased and fed the chicken, and said, "Nine dogs make one mastiff. You must have heard of it. Nine puppies, Born to one mother. Lock them in a cage. Let them fight each other. The weak ones are killed, drink blood and eat meat. The strong ones survive. The one that survives in the end is the mastiff.”

The thin man nodded: "This seems to be a bit like raising Gu. Several poisonous insects are locked together and let them kill each other. The last one that survives is Gu."

The bald old man nodded and said, "That's right, that's what it means. As for ten chickens producing one phoenix, that's all my nonsense. The phoenix is ​​such a noble thing, I'm afraid there won't even be one out of tens of thousands of chickens. However, It is possible for a fighting cock like me to appear. Back then, I was also a cockfighting enthusiast. I fought cockfights with these old men in the park. I won and lost. At that time, it was just for fun. Then one day, I suddenly thought, why not According to the method of Tibetan mastiff, choose the most powerful chicken? So I bought a lot of roosters, I can train them, lock them together, and let them fight each other. As a result, it really lived up to expectations. You see this one of mine Is there a black chicken? If someone hadn’t stopped it just now, it would have pecked the white chicken to death.”

When the old man said this, he lifted the chicken cage on the chair.He stood up and walked away unsteadily.

After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and smiled at us: "Among you, there is a fighting cock, but the viciousness has faded away over time. I don't think it will take long before someone will kill you." Killed for meat."

After saying this, he left without looking back.

The few of us heard something in his words and hurried to catch up.

However, at this time a bus came over.The bald old man stepped into the car and left.

The abbot looked at the butt of the car with black rocks on it and said, "How does he know I'm a fighting cock?"

The thin man said with a gloomy face, "Forget it, they are talking about Xu You."

I looked at him inexplicably: "He's talking about me? How do you know?"

The thin man said, "When we just walked around, he was just looking at you. If you want to know who he is, I think it's best to start with him."

I said anxiously: "Since you know this, why didn't you stop him just now?"

The thin man said helplessly: "Do you think I don't want to keep him? I can't keep him at all. This old man looks ordinary on the surface, but he seems to be able to see through my heart. Whenever I want to make a move , he sent out a powerful aura that made me speechless."

(End of this chapter)