After a while, the wind was rushing and the water of the Qinhuai River was rippling, and there was a burst of noise from several green buildings on the other side from time to time, Wang Ning glanced over there, retracted his gaze, and then said: "After the New Year, if you really want to, it is as Qin Lao said, you can try it, it just so happens that Bianjing is going to go on a trip."

Old Qin bowed his head: "To have such an awareness, it is not in vain that the old man has wasted his tongue for so long, but since he has this plan, go back and study hard......" The old man said and looked at the young man opposite with suspicion, and quipped: "The old man is not bad, you kid is afraid that he can't even recognize all the words!"

Wang Ning smiled awkwardly: "The old man's eyes are like torches."

Qin Lao said so, but he didn't agree with Wang Ning's so-called statement that his family was poor when he was a child, the old man had lived for so many years, so he couldn't see Wang Ning's little tricks. He didn't believe Wang Ning's words, he probably just believed that he was a northerner.

Qin Lao mentioned a few words, and the words changed: "The world is like this, but we shouldn't forget our original intention!"

Wang Ning nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and said with a smile: "Don't disturb the old man in the future, don't let me enter the door then."

Qin Lao scolded a few words with a smile, and hurried away: "Go, go, the old man is going to close the stall."

Wang Ning complained a few words, stood up, and looked at the other side again. Qin Lao coughed twice and said, "Young man, it's extraordinary to go."

Wang Ning came back to his senses, knowing that Qin Lao had misunderstood, but he didn't explain, and continued: "I've been there, it's not interesting, a few literati have touted each other, I've seen a lot, and I'm a little tired."

Qin Lao was shocked: "You have a very good opinion of literati?"

Wang Ning said: "I can't say that, but I can't see them sour!"

Qin Lao paused, not speaking. After Wang Ning said goodbye again, he left the chess stall and walked over the bridge.

Qin Lao stopped what he was doing and shook his head helplessly.

Since ancient times, literati have been light, but I don't know why Wang Ning is.

I put my mind aside for the time being, but I didn't dig any further.

Wang Ning doesn't have much to do on weekdays, and wandering around is aimless.

In front of the vegetable market, the flow of people is not as lively as a few days ago, for the people of Jiangning, this kind of thing is still rare, but after not cutting for a few days, it is gradually not so attractive. When Wang Ning arrived here, there were probably a few people pointing at the people on the platform and whispering something, and there were also naughty children who picked up some rotten vegetable leaves and other things from nearby and threw them over there.

The table looked like it was dying, or it was dead. Fortunately, it has been raining in the past few days, otherwise he would have been crawling with flies and mosquitoes.

Wang Ning stood below, his mood was not complicated, and after watching it for a long time, he wanted to rush up and make up for a few knives. They weren't very close friends, but he was the last person he spoke to before he died, and it might have been worth a bit of affection.

Ji Qian'er was right, he wouldn't approve of what he did, but he didn't want to see him tortured like this.

Yu Guang glanced at the nearby crowd, most of them were disguised by officials, and it seemed that there were few guards, but as long as someone made a move, they would soon fall into a Jedi.

Perhaps noticing Wang Ning's arrival, the man's originally drooping head slowly lifted up and looked up at the sky. The clumps of curly hair parted to the sides, revealing a bloodless face.

"Ah......h

Wang Ning met the other party's gaze at a certain moment, his eyes were already swollen, but the faint gaze was like when the darkness was pierced in the water prison, with a hint of inquiry, but also a hint of pleading. Huaxia Chinese

Wang Ning stood quietly below, looking calm, but his heart was already mixed.

"This world is too bitter, you can't live if you don't fight, you can't live if you fight, since it's all the same result, why not fight, maybe God suddenly has mercy and mercy on suffering......"

"Little brother, people always have to die, do you regret it after you ask me...... To say that I don't regret it is false, and if I die, there will be nothing, but if my death can be exchanged for some benefits, why should I be afraid? ”

"They respect me and entrust me with the life and death of the whole family, and I can only take them with me to earn a way out of death...... Since you said that things are unpredictable, then I can only die in front of them! ”

……

Wang Ning came to her senses, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but tears appeared in her eyes. In this world, what can we do if we don't fight?

When he fell from the top, what did he do every day? When the old beggar lifted a stone and killed the beggar who was traveling with him for a mouthful of gluttonous porridge, he should have seen this in the eyes of the other party. It's ridiculous that he cowered and retreated to the statue in the corner, crying and shouting, like a madman, "mother".

In the days that followed, Luliang Mountain became a bandit, although he ate meat and drank wine in a big bowl, but how many innocents were contaminated under the blood-drenched knife? But what can you do if you know that they are innocent, if you don't kill them, they won't survive.

When the power grows little by little, each family often fights to the death in order to survive, cutting from this village to that village. On the wooden stakes that were planted along the way, how many severed human heads hung bloodily.

Blood-stained autumn grass, dry bones cover the road, this is also the way of the world.

Beirong passed the Yanmen Pass, along the Luliang, Taiyuan line to fight the grass valley, how many innocents were killed under the knife, how many women were ravaged, even if they could escape, how many survived in the end after winter? Even if they escaped Beirong and Xiliang Bingfeng, it seems that these robbers and thieves have never collected their knives because of those who knelt down and begged for their lives? After three laughs, didn't the head roll out and the blood gushed out?

This is also the way of the world!

Even so, how can he judge the practices of others, whether they are right or wrong, they are just fighting with heaven and people!

Wang Ning took a deep breath, smiled over there, and turned away, the man on the stage grinned on his chapped lips, and seemed to smile too!

"Ah......h

Some of the children frolicking nearby were so frightened that they cried, and the older children comforted them and picked up more filth and threw it on the stage.

People are still young, and they have never sympathized, why are there so many foul language!

"Indeed, as you said, even if you work hard, no one may agree with you, or even abuse, wishing you to die...... But someone has to do these things......"

"I'm saddened and saddened for the price they will have to pay in the future......"

The night fell, and the cold wind blew. There was a harsh sound in the darkness, and a sharp arrow pierced the air, and with a pop, it nailed into the man's body.

Under the tremendous impact, his clumpy curls rose and fell, covering his bloodless face.

Hurried footsteps rang out, followed by the fire dragon that stretched away.

Wang Ning put away his sleeve crossbow and hid his body behind the eaves.

The dark clouds withdrew, and there was moonlight, which sprinkled faintly!