In the early years of Zhenguan, there was a great flood in the Guan, a major drought in the following year, and the revival of the locust plague. However, in the Henan area, the disaster situation is very urgent, especially in Xu Ru and other places, and the local officials are corrupt and pervert the law, and secretly embezzle the money and grain for disaster relief, so that the disaster situation is becoming more and more serious, and there are no grains in the fields in some places, and the people are not hungry. Therefore, most people fled to the Shaanxi area, but they sought to be fed.

In Henan Road, a group of refugees are slowly moving forward in the rugged mountain road, because most of them are women, children, old and young, so although the line is long, the march is extremely slow, this is the Ruzhou refugees who have nowhere to survive in the great drought in the pass. Natural disaster resistance, what is manpower, the young Ding Zhuang people in the state have already fled to other places, leaving the old and young, with inconvenient legs and feet, but they can not afford to sit still, so they agreed on a day, packed up the soft baht, and left together, fighting for life and death, resigned to fate.

It was noon, the sun was already scorching, and at this time it was even more powerful, hanging over everyone's heads like a big fireball, those people were already women and children with yellow hair, how could they stand such a temperature? After a while, one after another, people fainted from heat stroke. The old man who led the team couldn't, so he had to give an order to stop the team and find a shady cliff, so that everyone could rest for a while, and take care of the few people who suffered from heat stroke by the way.

As soon as the team settled down, one of the little boys jumped out and ran to the old man who led the team and said that he wanted water to drink, but the old man frowned slightly, but he still took a half-bulging cowhide bag from the mule cart beside him and handed it to the boy, and said, "Save some drink." The boy nodded, mumbled, and ran back. The old man looked after him, and saw that the boy had taken the water bag, but he did not drink it, and in his confusion, he saw the boy uncork the water bag and feed it to the mouth of a woman who was lying on the side. The woman's lips were slightly open, and her throat was twitching, and she was one of those who had just suffered from heat stroke. The old man nodded slightly when he saw that after feeding the man water, he ran to feed the other people and children who were suffering from heat stroke.

The boy's name is Li Fengying, five or six years old, he is an abandoned baby, the old man with white eyebrows is the person who adopted, speaking of adoption, it was the end of June in the ninth year of Wude, and it was difficult to serve in June, and there was a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and the old man was pretending to sleep at night, and suddenly there was a hurried knock on the door, and when he opened the door, he saw that it was a man in black, hugging and leading, and leading two children. Seeing him open the door, he couldn't help but stuff the two children into his arms, and kept gesturing in his hands, and his mouth kept on and on, but he was a dumb man, and when he saw the old man puzzled, the man was in a hurry, so he knelt down and kowtowed. The old man couldn't, and said yes. As he spoke, he placed the second son on the couch, turned around and helped the man get up and enter the house, and suddenly felt the man's body tremble, and then looked closely, there were one or twenty knife wounds on his body, and what black clothes he was wearing, which were clearly ordinary clothes soaked in blood, and the night was like ink, and the candle flame was dim, and he didn't even see it. The old man was shocked, and saw that the ground under the man's feet was already a dark red bloodstain, so he wanted to help him into the house to recuperate, the man knew his intentions, shook his head again and again, stretched out his finger and pointed at the slightly older child, his cheeks flushed, and he barely spit out a few vague words: "Li... Serve... Ying...", and pointed to the baby girl who was still swaddling and said, "Li... Cloud... Jin...", he bowed again, and suddenly got up and ran out, and the old man chased out the door, where can he still see it. The rain became more and more urgent, the blood gradually disappeared, the old man went back to the house and locked the door, looking at the two sons sleeping soundly on the bed, only to feel in a trance, like a dream.

After Bong Young fed everyone water, she called Yun Jin over and fed her the last bit of water. Then he ran over, called out to Grandpa with a grin, and raised his hand to return the empty leather bag.

The old man did not take the water bag, but smiled and rubbed Li Fengying's slightly unkempt hair, thinking that this child was so sensible at a young age, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and he was about to say some words of praise, but he was about to speak, but he heard the sound of a sharp weapon breaking the wind behind him, and as soon as he turned around, an arrow flew in front of him, which pierced him through the skull and killed him instantly.

Bong Young was waiting for his grandfather to praise him, and suddenly saw him shot to death, and immediately fell to the ground in fright. I only heard the sound of horses a hundred steps away, Xiao Xiao, who was originally a group of robbers patrolling the mountains. There were more than 20 robbers in total, most of whom were local splashes who had not settled down, because they were lazy to eat, and encountered natural disasters, so they had no choice but to build a village around the mountain and start killing people and setting fires. Today, when I was patrolling the mountains, I couldn't help but pounce like a wolf.

The patriarch was killed, and the refugees immediately became agitated and fled in all directions. But the robbers have horses, and where will they let them go, the leading brother shouted loudly; "Kill all the men, it's useless. The woman kept alive for the brothers to enjoy. Don't kill children..."He smiled and continued with his yellow teeth: "I haven't eaten tender meat for a long time, but don't kill it first, the dead meat will be sour." The robbers laughed for a while, and then they went out after the fleeing refugees, and when they met a man, they slashed him to death, and if it was a young woman, he grabbed him on his horse and molested him in every way. If the children did not run, they were killed by an arrow from behind. Suddenly there was a cry in all directions, and everyone prayed to heaven and earth, hoping that someone would come to save them, but in this remote countryside, where could anyone save them? In the blink of an eye, most of the refugees have been slaughtered.

Bong Ying sat in place, looking at the tragic situation in front of him, and wanted to escape, but his legs were weak and couldn't move, but he just grabbed the cowhide bag tighter, and he couldn't speak. He had to look around, and after a while, he caught a glimpse of Yun Jinyi sitting next to a corpse like himself, and the robber saw that she was paralyzed with fright, but he didn't care, but there was not much danger.

But in a moment, except for a few women and girls, the other refugees were slaughtered, the bandit leader reached out and grabbed Feng Ying, who was sitting on the ground, and strangled him, and someone next to him had already collected the refugees' property and food, and someone grabbed the remaining children and women on the horse, and led the eldest brother to rein back the horse, the horse's head turned around, and there was a sneer behind him, and he heard someone say: "In broad daylight, killing people and setting fires, there is really no royal law." The tone was cold, and the timbre was very low, not like a human voice. The leader of the robbers thought that the officers and soldiers had arrived, and turned around in shock to see where there were any officers and soldiers? But it was a masked man in black standing proudly, the man was dressed in black, with a black mask, even the hat on his head was ink, and a Tang knife on his back, which was also pure black.

The robber was afraid, but now when he saw that he was alone, he couldn't help but become arrogant again, pointed at him with a horsewhip, and asked with disdain: "In this place, what Lao Tzu said is the royal law, what are you?" Hurry up to Lao Tzu..."Before the word 'roll' was spoken, I only heard the sound of returning the sword into the sheath three zhang behind him, followed by a pain of cutting the skin and breaking the bones, the arm that was holding the whip had been cut off from the wrist at some point, the robber screamed in pain, and then looked forward, where was there any man in black?

"If the tongue is too long, you will suffer." The man in black snorted coldly, causing the robber to turn back sharply, and Le Ma retreated a few steps, even Feng Ying in his arms was thrown to the ground in fright. "You are you..." The robber suddenly remembered something and blurted out, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of coldness, and the man in black had already stood up, stretched out his hand and put the sword into the back sheath. The sheaths struck each other, and with a click, the robber's head slipped off in response, and the blood on his neck suddenly gushed like a spring, and everyone was shocked, and they all retreated dozens of steps. The man in black said to the headless corpse, "I said that if the tongue is too long, you will suffer." As he spoke, he turned and looked around, and a breeze brought up a breeze on the horse, and the corpse fell down in response, so startled that the horse's hooves neighed.

The robbers were terrified, they all drew their swords against each other, but no one dared to go up, the man in black did not speak, his eyes searched around, everyone wondered about his identity, but he was covered with his face, he could not see clearly, and no one dared to ask. For a while, the surroundings were silent and the atmosphere was very strange.

Suddenly, a burst of crying came, scared all the robbers trembled, and they all followed the sound to look, it turned out to be Feng Ying Yunjin and a few children, the slaughter happened too fast, only scared a few young children forgot to cry, and now they saw corpses all over the ground, and their relatives were also slaughtered, and they couldn't help crying in fear.

Everyone was attracted by the cry, and couldn't help but be distracted for a moment, but the man in black drew his sword and rushed into the crowd in this instant, and four or five robbers had been killed between the lightning and stone fire, and then they still returned the sword into the sheath, standing proudly and speechlessly, and the remaining few robbers were so frightened that their souls were not possessed, and they fell from their horses, and they couldn't even hold their weapons, and they threw them on the ground, and ran away without their lives, but they just ran out of dozens of steps, and they froze in place, and then plopped a few times, and the heads rolled down from the neck, and they had already been hit by the sword, but the sword was sharp, For a moment, the fracture was not cracked.

More than a dozen robbers were killed by one person in an instant, and the dozen or so refugees who survived did not know whether they were grateful or afraid, and none of them dared to come forward to thank them, but just stood around and trembled. The black-clothed masked man didn't say a word, walked up to Bong Ying, and asked, "What's your name?" Bong Ying cried sadly, but he didn't pay attention to it, and the man didn't say anything, he stood up and drew his sword and waved, and a refugee fell to death instantly. The crowd was so frightened that they took a few steps back. Bong Ying was also so frightened that she stopped crying and looked at the black-clothed masked man blankly. Seeing that he still didn't answer, the man raised his sword again, and instantly swung his sword to go down, Feng Ying hurriedly said: "My name is Li Fengying" The man instantly stopped his sword, and then asked: "What about your sister?" Feng Ying didn't dare not answer, so she had to look at Yun Jin, who was sitting and crying not far away. The man followed his gaze, determined Yun Jin, and said, "Very good" Suddenly, the hilt of the sword reversed, and slammed into Feng Ying's back, Feng Ying's eyes suddenly darkened, and he fainted.