The Southern faction has suffered too much!

There is so much suffering that these old people have experienced!

The southern faction has been oppressed by the northern faction for too long!

They left their homeland and fled to this place, in a foreign land, and no one missed their homeland, and no one missed the Southern School!

It's really been too long, twenty years, and they hope that a hero will appear in the southern faction every moment, take them back to their hometown, and rebuild the southern faction!

Now, the young master they have been waiting for is finally here!

When the ancient thousand-door oath came out of the young master's mouth, a nameless emotion hit his chest heavily, and the old men burst into tears.

The voice full of hope was also like thunder, booming.

"Young Master, the sect of the Southern Sect, I have been looking forward to your appearance!" an old man who was blind in one eye shouted with tears in his eyes.

His name is Cui Shiping, and he lost an eye forever in the battle between the north and the south twenty years ago.

"Young Master Wang Feng!"

Not far away, a thin old man burst into tears, and tears flashed in his cloudy old eyes: "It's been 20 years, we have been bullied by the Northern faction for 20 years, and our compatriots have died in their hands, and families have been broken...... Our entire sect was almost scattered, and our brothers died and fled...... Young master, we can't forget this pen blood feud! Young master, I-"

As soon as he spoke, the old man fell to his knees, his whole head was on the ground, and tears rolled down his rough face.

"Wang Feng Sect Master!"

"Please strengthen my thousand doors!"

Bang bang bang!

In the back, the old man of the southern faction who was black and oppressive was kowtowing and praying at this time, and in the rolling sea of people, every face was full of hatred for the northern faction and hope for the new master in front of him.

"Master Wang Feng, please strengthen my thousand gates!"

"Master Wang Feng, please strengthen my thousand gates!"

The shouts came like a tide, gathered together, and there was a momentum that swept the heavens and the earth. The huge emotional collision made almost everyone's blood boil, as if it was about to burst from the veins.

I looked at the faces full of hope, my nose was sour, and I made a panicked oath: "Heaven and earth are the proof, even if I, Wang Feng, am broken to pieces, I will never fail the Southern faction!"

……

The sky and the earth are vast, the drizzle is falling, and the town of Nan'an in the early morning is as cold as autumn.

There is a narrow nameless street in the town of Nan'an. There is a famous old man of the southern school living here, he is Zhao Huozi, who has been a masonry all his life.

The old man got up early in the morning, looked up at the dark and thick dark clouds, looked down at the land in the small courtyard that had not yet shone brightly, and sincerely knelt under the shallow eaves of the stone house and prayed to the sky: "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, let's go down well, there is no rain in the summer, and the farmers in the fields will die." ”

At this time, the old man heard the sound of "pop, pop, pop" knocking on the door, which was not light or heavy, and it was very rhythmic.

The old man cautiously walked towards the door, trying not to slip himself. There is a folk proverb in the southern school, men fall into the sun, and women fall into the yin. How can a man fall in the rain, and the sky will clear? He is still counting on his one-third of an acre of crops to feed a few old fellows!

The people of the Southern Pai left their homeland and came to this chaotic place, and life was too difficult. Especially these old guys, broken legs, blind and blind, when they are old, they have no ability to make a living, and stuttering has become a problem. ，

The old man cautiously walked to the door step by step, opened the stone door, but stood there in astonishment and couldn't speak.

An ox cart pulled a boulder wrapped in a black cloth, and the ox was driven by an old man with gray hair like him. The old man limped, it was the same old man of the Southern School, Liu Cripple.

Standing behind the car was a young man in a coarse black cloth, who turned out to be their new master, Wang Feng!

Yesterday at the door of the Nanxing Hotel, Zhao Huozi and those old people met the new owner and was very impressed.

"What's the matter, old man, you were stupid when you saw the young master?" Liu lame stepped forward and slapped Zhao Huozi's chest.

Zhao Huozi reacted at this time, and he didn't care about the proverb that men fall into the sunny and women fell into the yin, so he knelt directly on the muddy ground, and said honestly: "Zhao Tieshan of the southern faction, I have seen the young master!"

I hurriedly helped him up, and after some greetings, I said, "Uncle Zhao, I want to ask you to carve a big stone, 500 yuan, is it okay?"

Carved stone?

The old masonry Zhao Huozi was surprised, carving stone is an old craft passed down from ancestors in China, and most of them are used to erect monuments for the deceased.

When he came to Nan'an Town, he left this craft behind, and he has only carved it a few times in the past twenty years. Today, there are few major carved stones, could it be that a big man has passed away?

The old masonry didn't have time to think about it in confusion, bowed deeply, and said: "This kind of rough work, the young master can just send someone to give an order, Zhao Huozi can't afford to ask for a word? Please wait a minute, I will ask the neighbors to come and move the stones." ”

"No, no, I'll just move in myself. I smiled, turned around and flipped the boulder horizontally from the flat ox cart, squatted slightly against the boulder, and said "Hi" gently, and the burst of strength had lifted the boulder on his back.

Zhao Huozi was slightly surprised, he didn't expect the young master to have such great strength, and the boulder weighing hundreds of catties was actually hugged so easily!

The old man Zhao Huozi panicked and hurriedly gave way, but accidentally, his feet slipped and he had fallen in the courtyard. Zhao Huozi was so panicked that he knelt in the mud and kowtowed to the sky, praying loudly, "God, I accidentally slipped and fell, you can't help but rain!"

Liu Cripple next to him hurriedly came over to help the old man up, and said with a smile: "Old man, the man falls into the sun, the woman falls in the yin, the old man falls in the shade, are you afraid that it won't rain?"

Zhao Huozi couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, I carried the big stone on my back and walked steadily to the stone carving workshop without a door in the middle, leaving a series of footprints half a foot deep in the small courtyard!

The old man Zhao Huozi came in and saw me standing there calmly. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth and bowed deeply, "Young Master, you are really a heavenly and human divine power!"

I smiled indifferently and said, "Uncle Zhao, don't dare to be, look at this slate." ”

Zhao Huozi walked to the stone frame and took a look, and he could already see from the corner where the black cloth was not tightly wrapped that this stone slab was not a newly quarried mountain stone, but an old bluestone slab that was difficult to chisel, and he couldn't help asking: "When is the young master going to finish carving?"

"Please Uncle Zhao do it after you look at it, I'll wait here and move away after carving. I said.

"I haven't used an axe and a carving knife for many years...... "The old man Zhao Huozi was a little worried, and he was really afraid that he would not be able to bear the trust of the young master.

"Uncle Zhao, Uncle Liu said that you are a ghost, there will be no mistake. I laughed.

Looking at the young master's trusting gaze, the old man Zhao Huozi suddenly became energetic, "Okay, please sit down for a while, and I'll take a look at the words." ”

After speaking, he skillfully shook off the knot on the boulder, and at a glance, his face changed slightly. Although the old masonry is far from being called a scholar, the masonry has been dealing with the inscription for a long time, and he still knows a little bit of words. The words on the bluestone slab are clearly "Loyal to the liver and courageous, the heroes of the southern faction!"

These sixteen big words!

For a while, the old mason's heart was shocked - the young master carved such an inscription, could it really be that a big man of the Southern School died?

The first, the second, or the third?

The old masonry was uneasy in his heart, he really didn't want to hear such news, and every time he heard it, the pain in his heart would increase by a point. The calamitous southern faction really can't afford such bad news.

Seeing the stunned old masonry, I sighed and said, "Yesterday was the death day of the Southern Sect's martyrs in the Jiang War, and I am going to carve a big stone to pay tribute to this hero!"

"I see. The old masonry finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood immediately became excited.

The hero Jiang Zhan is also one of the southern figures he admires the most, and it is really an honor to be able to carve a stone monument for him!

The old man Zhao Huozi also turned around silently, took off his muddy shirt and pants, changed into the shabby sheepskin pants worn by the masonry when he was working, and walked to the bluestone slab with a hammer, chisel and axe. When squatting and straddled the stone slab, the old man's hands trembled, and he brought the iron chisel close to the big characters, but he did not dare to lower the hammer.

"Let's get hammered, Uncle Zhao. I said.

"Bell ——!"

Zhao Huozi had red eyes and raised his arms.

This hammer was actually a sonic shock to the house, and the aftermath echoed for a long time.

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