In the farthest west of the empire, there is a small town called Fenggu.

Fenggu Town has survived the dispute between the three religions five hundred years ago, survived the Spring and Autumn Period, and has survived the Yuanqing Empire until today. The people in the town have also changed batch after batch, but what remains unchanged is the temper of the residents of the town, and the so-called poor mountains and bad waters are not unreasonable, the people in the town have strange tempers, but they get along well on the surface. Because the geographical location of Fenggu Town is in the southernmost part, the rulers of each dynasty will be reluctant to send additional people to develop this place because it is too remote, resulting in this place has never been well developed although it has existed for hundreds of years. To this day, there are only more than 100 households living in the town.

However, because this place is the boundary between the Yuanqing Empire and the Xiyue Dynasty, this place has also become the place where both sides have done the most.

Perhaps also the place where the most dead people lived.

Although there are only more than 100 households in the town, it is strange that every other day there are new faces, and there are also old faces leaving every day. Therefore, in Fenggu Town, people have no acquaintances, and there are no strangers. Everyone will greet each other warmly when they walk on the street, and even if three or two people who have never met stand together, they can talk for a long time. As for what was being discussed, it is not known.

But there is a strange thing in the town, that is, there is a pair of teachers and students in the town, who have never disappeared. They are the only ones who have not changed their "faces" in the last ten years.

There is a vegetable garden in the town, which is also a relatively large piece. However, the vegetables grown in the vegetable garden are not sold, but only eaten by themselves, and at most they will give some out during the New Year's holidays. The rest of the people wanted to spend a lot of money to buy some vegetables to go back, but they would be rejected by the old man with a broken arm. Therefore, if the people in the town want to eat some fresh vegetables, they have to go to the small town dozens of miles away to buy them.

The old man with a broken arm didn't grow it himself, maybe he used to grow some vegetables himself. But since the boy who beat his family was more than ten years old, he was called to take over his job.

But the boy is also happy, smiling all day long, never called tired, even if the recent drought in various places, Fenggu Town is also unbearable heat, the boy still gets up every day before dawn to water and fertilize.

The young man had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and he looked a little enchanting when he looked closely. However, the people in the town never cared about his peach blossom eyes, only left a deep impression on his smile.

After all, in this town, it seems that except for the smile of this teenager, the smiles of other people do not look more or less real.

The peach-eyed boy had just finished his work, holding a book in his hand, and after reading a page, his brows furrowed, so he got up and went into the courtyard. I just saw the old man with the broken arm there, the old man lying on a chair, chewing a few leaves in his mouth. The young man walked over softly and said in a low voice: "Master, the apprentice just read 'Flea works and rests at night, hard work and hard work', and I wonder if I have reached this realm?"

The old man with the broken arm was still chewing on the leaves, and he didn't look at the young man, and said casually: "Yo, you kid just read two sentences, and you know how to describe yourself?

The boy smiled innocently and was noncommittal.

The old man spit the leaves out of his mouth and said loudly: "How many times has the teacher told you, it's okay to read, don't be too involved, how can you just read a sentence and feel that you can use it to describe yourself? Then when you read the sword drawn, you really want to find a wooden sword to wave a few times, and then finally sit under the moon and sigh yourself?"

The young man shook his head slightly and smiled, and he also followed the example of the old man, plucked a few leaves from the tree and stuffed a few into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "Master, have you heard that the empire will send someone over in a few days?"

The old man seemed to feel uncomfortable lying in the chair, so he kicked it to the ground. I simply took off my shoes and lay on the ground, but fortunately, the sun had already set, and the ground was not too hot.

He lay on the ground, and while using his only left hand to draw circles on the ground with a branch, he said: "Anyway, the news that the master got is like this, I estimate that the Yuanqing Empire can't help it." ”

"Master, what should we do?" the young man smiled again, but he didn't look flustered at all.

"What else, like the circle I drew on the ground, as long as the master draws the ground as a prison, we can only make circles in the same place, and in the same way, no one can let us get out of this circle, understand?" said the old man with the broken arm nonchalantly.

The young man narrowed his seductive peach blossom eyes, didn't speak, nodded, and went back to work.

After the old man left, the old man with the broken arm narrowed his eyes into a slit, and his eyes kept staring at the outside of the courtyard.

A man in a hat had arrived, carrying a knife that was pinned to his waist.

The knife had no scabbard, and it hung there so brightly.

The old man did not get up, but still lay there.

The two looked at each other for a second, but did not speak. The person who wears the hat is the first to draw the knife, and the knife without a scabbard is faster to draw the knife.

A gust of wind came first, and then the knife fell.

The moment the man drew his sword, he arrived at the old man's side, and without the slightest hesitation, slashed towards his head. But it struck a phantom. The man wearing the hat also guessed that it was not so easy to get his hands on, and then he turned around in an instant, and sure enough, he saw the old man standing behind him at the moment, the cuff of his right hand hanging was empty, and his left hand was holding a branch.

The old man with the broken arm still didn't move, just stared at the hat-wearer so casually.

The man was also a little angry when he was stared at, and then he stabbed again, turning the knife into a gust of wind.

The breeze turned into knife qi again, and came around the old man's sides.

I saw the old man with the broken arm raise his left arm and slash the sky with a branch, and the two breezes quickly dissipated. Then the old man threw down the branch, and after muttering a few words, a few leaves in the courtyard rose into the air, and after a few turns in the sky, they attacked the hat-wearer.

The hat-wearer knew something was wrong and quickly blocked it with his knife. But these few leaves are always moving forward with the wind, and the knife is constantly eroding.

There was a constant sound of "snort" in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the knife was almost worn out.

The man with the knife was shocked, gritted his teeth, and abandoned the knife. A burst of breath was carried in his body, and he gathered it in his right fist and rushed towards the old man not far away.

Unfortunately, before he could get close, the branch in front of the old man with a broken arm rose into the air, turned into a short sword, and stabbed straight into the man's eyebrows.

"One thousand three hundred and fifty. The old man with the broken arm glanced at the corpse and muttered, as if he had found it boring, and that the fun was over before it was finished. The old man made thirty-six wounds on the hat-wearer's body with a branch, and then he carried the body in one hand and hung it outside the door.

When the peachy-eyed boy came back at night, he was not surprised to look at the corpse on the door. He found a bench, stepped on it, pulled out the branch that had pierced the corpse's eyebrows, and then laid the corpse down, and carefully carried the corpse to a field. The boy picked up the shovel next to him, spent a stick of incense, dug a pit out, and then slowly put the body inside. While filling in the pit, the young man said: "This brother, although I know that you were killed by the master, but who told you to assassinate the master first? Don't blame the master when you go there, I will bury the body for you here, even if you have a cemetery, it is better than the ones who died before, they don't even have a cemetery." ”

After burying the body, the boy returned home.

"How cruel is the master to kill today?" the young man asked, showing his unbearability.

The old man with a broken arm yawned and said casually: "I'm tired of killing, so it's better to hang it on the wall, let them see this miserable death, and weigh their own lives." ”

The boy continued: "I buried him. ”

The old man seemed to know, and he didn't ask why he was buried, but just nodded.

He seemed to remember something again, and asked, "Have you read today's book?"

The boy whispered "um". He wanted to say something, but when he saw the master close his eyes again, he left in amusement.

He has been in this town for more than ten years. The boy didn't know who his parents were, and he didn't know if he had any relatives in this world, as if he had been with the old man with a broken arm since he could remember.

No, there was no broken arm before, probably the old man's right hand was broken a few years ago.

He still remembers the night when his master's right hand was broken, and he cried for a long time, crying until he couldn't make a sound.

He remembered that night, the master held a pot of liquor in his only left hand, and said as he drank it: "What's the matter with a scholar crying all the time? ”

"Isn't it just that he broke an arm? That person is not having a good time, and the realm has been pushed back several levels by me, and he will not be able to turn over for twenty years. ”

In fact, the boy never understood whether his master was a scholar or not, because he didn't look like it.

How can there be a scholar who kills people at every turn, killing people is not enough, and he has to whip the corpse to have fun. The old man also liked to wear a flying sword, which was placed in his other wine gourd, and the young man did not see the master use the flying sword.

But the master said he did, and the boy believed it.

The master will not deceive people, at least not in front of him.

This young man named Qi Feng doesn't know if he is a scholar or not.

How can there be a scholar who spends his days in the field planting and digging vegetables? However, the master said that both of them were scholars, so he thought that it should be.

Besides, now Qi Feng also recognizes a lot of words, but he still can't kill a person with two sentences in his mouth like a master.

Although the young man didn't want to kill people, Qi Feng always thought that the master could be more relaxed.

If I could do a little effort, the master wouldn't have to be woken up to sleep, right?

But how can a scholar kill someone?

This young man with a pair of peach blossom eyes has a little tightness in his chest, and he can't understand it.

Why did you come to kill us readers?

The boy looked at the number on the wall in the courtyard: one thousand three hundred and fifty

Of these, fifty-two words were written.

There are really a lot of fools in the world, at least on the walls.