At the end of autumn, the tail of the carp swayed gently, and the winter in the world hit.

Jingle ...... Copper bells rang softly in the foothills.

The withered yellow sycamore leaves are layered in the mountains, the mountains are covered with an indifferent yellow, the steps have stepped on the fallen leaves, the rustling sound comes from afar, and the path covered with fallen leaves is paved, a man and a horse walk slowly, hesitated, has slowed down the pace for a long time, the old man who has not been seen for several years, he is afraid that what he will see is just a spirit card.

Zhao Yun looked at the outline of the dilapidated small courtyard at the end of the road for a while, took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage, led the horse over, the courtyard wall built by Tupei was not tall, it looked like it had been many years, standing in front of the courtyard gate, it was engraved with traces of time, tremblingly stretched out his hand and pushed, the courtyard door opened, and the picture inside entered the eye little by little from the enlarged gap, the courtyard was full of yellow, dilapidated windows, occasionally a fallen leaf fell from the thick plane tree, a stone table, two stone benches were full of dust.

"Master, he'...... Don't you sit here anymore......"

With a slight murmur, the cloak brushed over the threshold, the hesitant figure walked into the courtyard, there was no trace of the low-hanging eaves, and there was no familiar figure waving the gun in the hand under the plane tree in the courtyard, the footsteps stopped, and no longer walked forward, Zhao Yun looked at the door under the eaves opposite, and had no courage to push it open.

"Master......"

He stepped back, retreated to the courtyard gate, gently closed the courtyard door, and turned to leave. On horseback, he looked back at the small courtyard, and in some memories, Zhao Yun revered the old people who used to exist in the courtyard, but a few years ago, he wanted to leave and go further north, but the master was strongly opposed.

"Those who practice martial arts, you have a tough heart, and you have to be ruthless, you are not enough...... Practicing martial arts, a stone will trip you...... The head of the fall broke the blood flow. ”

With the washing of time, if he doesn't come back today, this sentence will gradually fade into Zhao Yun's mind, the road down the mountain is still very long, but it will not be too far from home. The elder brother of the family, not long after Zhao Yun left his hometown, he became a family, and there was also correspondence in the army in the future, but then there was no more, probably the world has become difficult, thousands of miles away, and a letter may be lost in the middle of the road......

Changshan Zhending is one of the important towns in the north, but Zhao Yun's hometown is a village dozens of miles outside Zhending, what is it like to leave for a few years, and there is not much change when he comes back, the only change is that it is more dilapidated than in previous years, and the plaque at the head of the village has been blurred, and the handwriting on it is not clear.

This world is not chaotic, if it weren't for the old lord's father-in-law Sun Zan not to come to Jizhou, it should not be chaotic, now that the military has stopped, the government will still come to govern, Zhao Yun's character is not strong, in Youzhou over the years, he wanted to take his brother's family over the years, but when he arrived in Youzhou, he didn't know how to arrange how to arrange his brother's family to live, after all, he couldn't lower his face to ask for an errand for his eldest brother, but at the moment, his brother should still be able to live a stable life locally, and he didn't know if he was willing to go to Shanggu County with him, where should he live better, and his relatives were reunited, the heart will be much more stable.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun laughed unconsciously, not long after stepping into the village, the sky was already slanting westward, and the scattered earthen houses in the village rarely came out, occasionally heard a few dogs barking, someone opened the broken door and took a look, and saw that it was Zhao Yun who led the horse back, and quickly shrank back and closed the door.

"It's Zhao Yun who is back......"

"It's going to get a big deal now...... It's been two years...... Why did you come back......" The voice in the room was soft, and he talked to people in a low voice.

The figure leading the horse across the eaves frowned, which was a little different from when he left the real time...... However, he didn't think about it, he led the horse and sped up his pace, and walked towards his house behind the village, and a figure came over at the corner of the alley, tall and long, with a white face and short beard, and a coarse cloth short coat that looked a little depressed in the cold weather, but Zhao Yun knew him, and the other party also shouted in surprise: "Zilong...... You...... Are you back? ”

"yes...... Just came back, go! Coming home with me, I caught some game in the mountains, went back to take care of it, and ate it with my brother. "That person is a friend of Zhao Yun's fellow villagers, surnamed Xiahou, single name Lan, known and raised since childhood, but he was cut off after a few years away from home, thinking that the other party had also left Zhending, but he couldn't think of seeing him again, his face was naturally happy, and he grabbed the other party and wanted to go home.

Next to him, Xia Houlan looked at his back and said, "Zilong...... Still is...... Don't go back...... Why don't you go to my house first...... Something...... I'll ...... first. I'll tell you ...... first."

"When you return home thousands of miles, there is no reason not to go back first."

The footsteps, the horses' hooves, walked out of the alley, and then stopped. Xia Houlan closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, the gentian gun fell to the ground with a clatter, and in her field of vision, the house had collapsed, and the weeds were crawling all over the ruins, Zhao Yun let go of the reins, his body shook, and he walked slowly step by step.

"My father and mother are gone, I am a brother, so I naturally have to take care of you...... It doesn't matter if you marry a wife or not, as long as your younger brother is good at practicing his skills, even if his brother only eats one meal a day, the good ones will always be left to you......"

“…… Go to the north, Xianbei and Wuhuan kill people on the grassland without blinking, you must be careful, don't be strong, if you can't fight, you can escape on horseback, it doesn't matter if others look down on you, when you return home, my brother will protect you, if anyone dares to chew the root of his tongue, I will break his legs......"

"When you become famous and become a general, then you can glorify your ancestors, hehe, you must help your brother, when the time comes, my brother will ask you for a good mother-in-law in the village, which can be regarded as letting our Zhao family spread out...... I don't know how happy my father and mother will be down there. ”

The memory of the past, at this moment, is clearly approaching from the ruins, the thin boy who was taller than him at the beginning, and then the man who saw him off Zhending on foot, waved goodbye in the sunset, now has become a frozen picture, deeply imprinted, and the painful body trembles slightly.

“…… Zilong, don't do stupid things...... can't be controlled, the world is like this, he is an official...... is a big official, even if you are a big official under General Baima, but you can't control the affairs of Jizhou, there is no way...... The Shogun Whitehorse is dead...... If you want to open some, let's figure out how to ...... later."

The chattering and disturbing sound came over there, Xia Houlan tried to go up to support the swaying figure, it would be good if she cried, but the little hair in front of her did not have any sound, the silence was terrible, and her palm grabbed the other party's arm: "If you want to cry, cry out...... Don't be impulsive......" In the middle of the words, the silent beast-like figure suddenly turned around, and Xiahou Lan flew out with a thud and fell under the broken wall.

His face turned to the side, and he said gloomily and hoarsely: "My brother is an honest and responsible farmer...... Why did you make him suffer like this, tell me, what the hell is going on......"

Xia Houlan clutched her chest and struggled, shouting, "It's Liu Fu...... He is Yuan Jizhou's brother-in-law, he doesn't learn and has no skills, oppresses the people, your brother he married a mother-in-law, very beautiful, I told him earlier, poor people can't marry such a woman, he doesn't listen, what is the result...... was favored by the gentry, not to mention, the other party knew that you were a general under Gongsun Zhan, and he stabbed the matter to Liu Fu...... The woman also entered Liu Fu's room, and your brother was also taken down by him and tortured to death, or did I bring the body back and bury it......"

The shouting figure came over and pushed the other party: "Now you are satisfied, you know the enemy, can you get revenge...... Did you get it—"

Can't report it......

The trembling figure murmured, and then thought of what Gongsun Zhi had said: How can you avenge your relatives overnight......

How can you stay overnight......

Turning around, Zhao Yun strode back, picked up the gentian gun on the ground, and turned over on his horse: "You come to lead the way, kill that gentleman first...... Kill Liu Fu again in the future......"

"Good! You wait! ”

Xia Houlan nodded, returned to the house, and came out after a while, carrying a rusty hunting knife, and led Zhao Yun towards a Zhuangzi not far from the village......

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Zhongxiaozhuang, the ninth day of November, a day of lanterns.

The red lantern was hung on the eaves when the night fell, and the guests came and went with a smile on their faces and bowed their hands to congratulate, it was the only son of the owner of this Zhuangzi Wang Gu's family, he befriended people like Liu Fu, and it was a real big family in Zhending, and it was a pity that Liu Fu was in a hurry to go to Yecheng today, otherwise it would be more brilliant to invite such a person from the village. He looked at the figures who entered the door, laughed wrinkledly, and occasionally whispered a few words to his son beside him, telling him to be more stable after getting married.

“…… In the future, the family business will be handed over to you sooner or later, after getting married, when you rein in the idle nature of the past, and Liu Fu for a long time for your father, I recommend you to go over in the future, and serve under him, and you will get ahead in the future, and the lintel will be glorious......"

"My father gave Liu Fu that beauty two years ago...... If only we could see each other again...... If you go to him, you should have a chance......"

"Nonsense!" Wang Gu slapped his son on the back of the head: "After you pass, restrain the frivolity, if you commit a crime at the feet of Mrs. Liu, your father will not be able to protect you." ”

"Yes...... It's ......"

During the conversation, the people were noisy, Wang Gu talked with his son a few more words, and was about to walk away to greet a few distinguished guests of the same identity, and walked a few steps, at this time, a few noisy shouts and curses sounded outside the courtyard, and then a riot broke out.

"What's going on, go over and see." He waved his son over to deal with it.

The figure of the dark red groom's robe walked over, and the next second's eyes widened, and a cold light slashed down, and a ball of blood splashed on the lantern, staggering.

The screams around him suddenly sounded, the figures in the door and courtyard ran chaotically, Wang Gu turned his head, and in his sight, the figure of his son fell backwards and fell down the stone steps, a tall and slender figure with armor carried a blood-stained long sword, and in the other hand, the gentian spear poked into the steward's mouth and nailed to the door.

"You...... You kill my son......" Wang Gu's eyes widened, and he pointed over tremblingly, and when the surrounding guards and generals rushed over with weapons, over there, the figure covered with dead air raised his face slightly, and his voice was low: "...... Do you remember Zhao Ping...... He's a brother. ”

Tears fell from the corners of the eyes.

"Ahh

In the impact of the weapon, there were constantly people flying, someone's head exploded directly, a person pressed a group of people to retreat, a leader of the courtyard with a long knife angrily killed, the blade was blocked, the gentian gun swept his waist strongly, and the body flew out and hit the wooden pillar under the eaves, the pillar broke in the oozing explosion, half of the eaves also collapsed, and the tiles smashed to the ground.

Looking at the figure that killed everyone, Wang Gu's heart trembled, the hairs on the back of his head stood up, and he quickly retreated when he realized that something was wrong, crossed the threshold with his front feet, and behind him, a whistling sound hit, he didn't feel like his strength was flying with his body, and the huge Xizi paper-cut in the main hall was getting bigger and bigger.

He struggled a few times, his toes couldn't reach the ground, and when he looked down, he saw a spear through his back and pinning him to the wall, and the rickety figure came over, and the sword was still dripping with blood.

"My brother is a kind man...... Be an honest man, why don't you give an honest person a chance to live......"

The blood-stained hand grasped the barrel of the gun and pulled it out, and the convulsive body fell, Zhao Yun looked at Wang Gu with his eyes down, raised his hand and shot it into the heart: "Then I won't give you a chance to live......

Xia Houlan came from the crowded crowd outside the courtyard, looked at the corpses all over the courtyard with dumbfounded eyes, and in his sight, the red and white walked in front of him, looked around uneasily, and then followed, disappearing into the night.

…….

The mountain path, the wind howling.

The two of them came to Tong Yuan's small courtyard in silence, pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, Zhao Yun no longer hesitated, pushed open the second door, and walked into the hall, there was no spiritual position on the worship table, only a simple and heavy spear was placed on it, which was a weapon that the old man had used all his life.

Feng Ming –

The lifeless figure, with a heat in his eyes, knelt down towards the spear and kowtowed. Xiahou Lan outside the door sighed and gently closed the door.

"Master......"

In the black shrouded room, the choked voice rolled in his throat and murmured, but he smacked his head three times, and the phoenix gun on the table was silently placed there, as if looking at him.

"Master...... My brother is such a good person, why can't he live....... Yun doesn't understand......"

His head fell heavily and cried out heartbreakingly: "I don't understand...... Why are good people hard to survive. ”

After crying for a while, he stood up and stroked the weapon, and when he held it in his hand, there was a slight sound of the wind, and there was a line of engraved writing on the barrel of the gun: There must be a knife in your heart.

Knife......

Zhao Yunmo muttered with the inscription, then removed the head of the Fengming gun, took the barrel of the gun and combined it with the gentian gun, his heart settled down a little, opened the door, and when Xia Houlan looked over, he beckoned: "Come with me to the north...... There's nothing left to be nostalgic about. ”

Feel the wind blowing from the mountain, carry the gentian phoenix gun, and run to the north with the 'knife' through the night.