On the desolate Yanbei Ancient Road, a single carriage was galloping, and on its right, the person with the sword immediately urged: "Quick!" Fast! ”

The coachman stood up in horror and whipped the horses with his whip.

The carriage sped through the huge turbulence and the dust raised.

Behind them, four fast horses galloped in, and the men on the horses, wielding swords, gradually approached the carriage.

"The king is wrong! You can't run, get off your horse and die! ”

Four swords slashed at the canopy, and a woman's screams could be heard from inside.

The man with the sword slowed down his horse and swung his sword to the left and right, protecting the carriage.

Five horses ran side by side, but the people on the horses were swords and swords, shouting and killing.

"What is my king's mistake and your grudge? We have to kill them all! ”

"You dare to betray Xiangguo, you are innocent!"

Another horse rushed at the battle-hardened king, slashing him in the back.

A scream came from the frightened face of the canopy: "Master!

But seeing that Wang Cuo suddenly returned his sword, he opened the knife and slashed at the horse's head. The horse suddenly rolled, and the man on the horse was thrown to the ground.

Another cold light pierced his waist, and Wang Cuo knew that it was too late to return the sword, so he retracted his body and lay on his back on the horse, his right sword had already slashed towards the other party. "Ahh With a scream, a severed hand and sword flew into the sky.

The king got up and saw that the other two horses had run to the left and right of the carriage, and he anxiously urged the horses, shouting, "Beware! ”

The driver whipped his right side with a whip and slashed at the person in the car, screaming and screaming.

The man with the sword on his left had stabbed at the coachman, the tip of the long sword peeking out of the driver's chest. The coachman turned his head and glared, grabbed the blade of his sword with one hand, and threw himself at the bearer, leading him to his horse.

The man with the knife on the right rushed to the front of the carriage, and the knife had already slashed at the horse's waist.

The horse took off into the air and flipped out with the cart. Two women were thrown out of the car and scattered on the grass.

Wang Cuo shouted, "Madam! "Swinging the sword straight at the man with the sword, the man with the sword wanted to use the sword to break the sword peak, but Wang Cuo had used all his strength to stab the sword into his chest. With a raised hand, he threw him under the horse.

The king returned to his horse and pursued the murderer of the coachman, and when he came near, he struck away with his sword, and the head was thrown in mid-air, and then fell to the grass, and rolled.

He jumped off his horse and ran to the woman, shouting, "Madame! Madam!

In the summer season in the north, the nights are also cool, especially after the heavy rain during the day, which is even colder.

Wang Cuo stood in the courtyard in a daze, looking into the distance.

Since escaping to the foot of Yan Mountain, it has been difficult for him to sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I think of the terrible chase scene and the terrifying screams.

Tonight, he was even more reluctant to close his eyes. By the light of the moon, when he saw that his wife was sleeping peacefully, he put on his clothes and quietly walked out of the house.

The undulating peaks surrounded him like a solid city outline, and the few thatched huts a hundred paces away were quieter in the moonlight, adding to his sense of security. From time to time, the croaking of frogs can be heard in the distance, and the breeze brings fresh air, with the fragrance of flowers and grass. He felt that this was God's reward, he had been an official in the royal court for many years, and there were flowers and plants, but what emanated from it was blood and conspiracy, which made people shudder.

Looking up, the moonlight was shining.

This reminded him not only of his own home, his son, his daughter, but also his father, his mother, his younger brother, and his nephew. Once upon a time, everyone was reunited and full of laughter. And now, they may no longer be in this world, and even if they are, they will be on death row in the royal court.

It was he who harmed them. This kind of guilt has been tormenting him, if it weren't for the fact that his wife was pregnant, and he wanted to leave a descendant for the Wang family, he would have died at the grave of Wu Qi's murdered family. Why hide from this pursuit and flee to Dongyu Village in this foreign country, barren mountains and mountains.

Think about yourself knowing the Shang Zhou and studying the Tao and Confucianism. As a doctor, he couldn't stand the coercion of power, greedy for wealth and nobility, and became a traitor who framed meritorious heroes, and was scolded through the ages. Although there is a central reason, who understands!

He strode out of the courtyard and into the mountains.

He wept and wailed. "It was my king's mistake to be greedy for wealth and fame and fortune, which caused you to become unjust ghosts! What face do I have to live one more day, defiling the Confucian people! ”

The sound echoed miserably in the empty valley.

He had no more strength and sat down on the ground. He simply lay down, closed his eyes, and waited for the jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains to come and eat him, and also left a warning to future generations that they would end up as traitors.

Gradually, he fell into a state of confusion.

An old man with a childish face walked over with an angry face. Lifting him up with his hand, he felt himself fall from a cliff with a single toss.

He reached out and grabbed the branch on the edge of the cliff, but he couldn't reach it, so he was so anxious that he shouted "help".

Seeing that he was about to fall to the sharp rock below, the old man pulled him back again.

"Who are you?" He asked, horrified. "Why are you teasing me like that?"

The old man smiled. "Greedy for life and afraid of death, everyone is like this!"

"But I beg to die! Living like this, life is better than death! ”

"Striving for fame and fortune, gratuitous killing, right and wrong, none of them are the way of heaven, how can we talk about loyalty and treachery?"

"I thought so, too, but the world's words..."

"So although you have a Dao fate, your Dao foundation is still shallow. Now the world will enter the world of great contention, there will be sages coming to the world, and this Yunmeng Mountain is a blessed land. Now that you are here, you must have a chance, be kind to life, and do not leave! ”

After speaking, the old man rode the green ox upside down and took off.

Wang Cuo woke up with his eyes, and the sky was already bright. Look at the surroundings again, the grass and green trees, very familiar, I actually lie on the bluestone of the mountain pass. In the distance, his own hut is clearly visible.

Thinking about this strange dream, he got up and walked home.

When he entered the house, his wife had already gotten up and was pacing back and forth on the ground with her stomach up, anxious that he had not returned all night.

Wang helped his wife to sit down, and told her everything about the previous night. Especially that dream, he remembered it vividly.

"How can the husband be so ruthless that he has the idea of suicide. If that's the case, how can I live with my unborn child! "Madame has burst into tears and snuggled up to the chest of Wang Cuo." Husband! The old man was right! Killing and power struggle are not the way of heaven, who is loyal and who is traitorous, how can there be judgment! Don't blame yourself anymore. It seems that we have been instructed by the immortals, let's live in peace in this Yunmeng Mountain, safe and sound, why not! ”

"That's what Madame said. I think that the immortal family riding the green ox must be the Taoist ancestor, the Taishang Laojun Li Er. He also said that there would be a great sage to be born, and he asked me not to leave Yunmeng Mountain, saying that this is a blessed land. Wang Cuozou frowned and thought about every word in the dream, and his hand naturally pressed on his wife's stomach.

He suddenly became happy.

"Presumably, the immortal family hints that the son in the womb of the lady can become a sage!"

"That's what I thought, too!" The lady also burst into laughter. "If that's the case, it's the ancestor of the Wang family!" She straightened up. "In the past few days, my chest is also bored, why don't we go up to Yunmeng Mountain after breakfast, and worship the mountain god!"

"Okay, just as Madame thinks!"