The red silk of the birthday turned into a white coat, scattered all over the tribe, overlooking it like a strange formation.

The people at the funeral were either dressed in green clothes or white coats, and according to the etiquette system, the more distant the person, the lighter the color of the filial piety clothes; Of all the people, only one was dressed in black.

He is not Gong Changqiu's grandson Gong Chun, and even he can only wear gray clothes.

As the person closest to the elders in the tribe, Gong Chun was not qualified to wear the most solemn clothes; Because everyone understands that he is not worthy, that he is not qualified!

"There are also people who want to murder my father, and they are stabbed ...... by my sword," said the dressed Mao Biya sideways and the expressionless Taijia, "I didn't expect them to split into two ways and attack the elders...... It was my mistake. ”

There were faint tears in the corners of Taijia's eyes, and his red eyes swept the surrounding people, and he asked, "But those people?" ”

Biya shook his head: "These people are just ordinary doormen!" ”

"Then why did they ......?"

Biya stopped Taijia, looked at the people in the hall with teary eyes or fake crying expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "You are the closest person to the elder, if even you don't know who wants to trap the elder...... I won't know either. Now, let's make arrangements for the funeral first! ”

Taijia looked at Gong Chun, who was smiling on the side, viciously and nodded.

Gong Changqiu's funeral was held on the second day of the assassination, which was also his 99th birthday and Taijia's 11th birthday. is preparing for Gong Changqiu's funeral on his birthday, and it will not be easy for anyone to change his heart.

Gong Chun, who was a gentleman's disciple, pretended to cry and went out to gamble, and the distant relatives of those elders did not mean to guard their souls. Letting Gong Changqiu's body be placed on the white stone platform, he kowtowed slightly, and then ignored it.

"Being able to live is not necessarily a good thing......"

Talgar still remembered what the elder said.

The Thai didn't believe it at first, but today he understands it. The elder has no friends, his grandson thinks he is always troublesome, and his relatives are not even as close to him as a pet pig...... After living for a long time, I gradually lost my feelings, so why do you have to live for so long?

Facing Gong Changqiu lying on the white stone, Taijia bowed respectfully, although I don't know how many times he has knocked in the past few days, but this time he is extremely serious, and said: "Elder, Taijia remember the teachings!" ”

Because after this day, Gong Changqiu's body will be held in a wooden coffin and will be carried down the river and stop with the wind. If an elder is close to nature all his life, then he will eventually return to nature, which is a custom in the tribe.

On the last night, the blood relatives of the patriarch and the elder would eat in a special room, count the merits of the elder's life, and then watch the elder's coffin flow down with the blood relatives in the evening when the moon was shining.

"Where did he come from?" Mo Biya looked at the only guest, and actually showed a wry smile, "My father said that Gong Changqiu's relatives are three generations ago, and they don't have the slightest feeling, as for what kind of bird egg Gong Chun is...... I'm afraid I don't need to say it! ”

"He's dead, I'm afraid he's alive as before!" Taijia thought of Gong Chun's grinning appearance, and took a sip of wine angrily.

This was the first time he had drunk, and although he was still underage, he didn't stop him.

The turbid wine has a sour taste, a bitterness, in short, there is no fragrance, and there is a tingling sensation in the throat; Taijia didn't even know why anyone liked it, but after taking a sip, he couldn't stop......

"When tears come out of the eyes, they have to be mended out of the mouth...... "Biya leaned against the pillar and whispered. But if you just drink like that, I'm afraid you'll miss out on a good show! ”

After drinking several large glasses, Taijia felt a little dizzy in his head, after all, it was the first time he drank alcohol, and he drank so boldly, it was strange not to faint. Hearing what Mo Biya said, Taijiatong blushed and asked, "Play? What play? ”

Biya's eyes became solemn, and he patted his hands twice, and saw four soldiers carrying two of them to their clothes, and people who had no good skin and flesh on their bodies came in. One of them, Taijia, knew that he was the one who assassinated Gong Changqiu, and Taijia kept his hand at that time and failed to kill him directly.

The other had been dead for a long time, and the smell of his body was already emanating, and he could even see maggots writhing in his flesh.

Biya said coldly: "That man intends to assassinate my father, so naturally I won't take my life with a sword!" I cut three hundred and sixty swords on him, and each sword avoided the vital point, until the last sword pierced his throat! ”

Taijia looked at the big hole in his neck, without any fear, and even a little excited.

"Kill, kill!" Thai Jia said drunkly.

Mo Biya put away the cold glint in his eyes, but looked at another person with fear in his eyes, and chuckled: "Since you have accepted the commission, you must have this awareness...... I heard from my men that you had poison in your mouth, but you didn't swallow it at the first time...... Why, do you still think you can live? ”

The man's body trembled uncontrollably, perhaps because the night wind blew into the wound, or perhaps it was the torture that the man inflicted on him, which he still remembers vividly.

"To live, to live...... Hehe, as long as you answer my question well, I will give you a chance to live! ”

The man was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Marquis of Mao, please say, what I know must be said, I must say!" ”

"With this backbone, I still learn to specialize in the assassin king's bureaucracy, and I want to leave the assassin Qingji......" Biya snorted coldly, extremely contemptuous of this person, "Who asked you to come?" ”

"Hui Xianghou, it's Pi, Pi hits ......"

The man said a name that he never thought of!

"Pi Strike...... Pi Strike? Why him? Biya asked in disbelief, "It is true that although there is friction between the two clans, it will not fall to the point of assassinating the elder of my clan!" Say! Are you talking nonsense and hiding the real culprit? ”

The man hurriedly said: "No matter how bold the Marquis of Mao is to borrow me, I don't dare!" I'm just a small doorman under Pi Hit, and he only said that the son of Weng Shan, who was killed by the Di tribe, had broken his arms, so he held a grudge against his predecessor, Marquis and Elder Gong...... I, I'm telling the truth! ”

"True or false, I will decide!" Biya's eyes were cold, and after months of training, he was no longer an ordinary young man, but already had the demeanor of a leader.

Taijia was drunk, and looked at the man with a confused look, but there was an indescribable burst of fire: "Pi hit, Pi hit...... Pi Hit's son? Oh, but what about Pi Weng Mountain? ”

"You know?" It's the first time I've heard of this.

"A few months ago, I went to the Qiang tribe, hiccup, the Qiang people exchanged salt, and lifted a big stone, this guy doesn't believe in evil, and as a result, he was crushed by the stone and broke his arms, hiccup...... Hehe, blame me? He staggered to his feet, staggered forward and grabbed the man, and said angrily, "Then you will kill me!" Kill me! What do you do when you kill an elder? He didn't do this, you're going to kill me! ”

The Taijia who drank the wine was even more angry than before, and a sip of wine rushed in, like a breathing demon, and the person who saw it was terrified, and was almost frightened!

"Tygar, calm down!"

Biya's face moved slightly, he didn't expect to let this kid take a sip of wine, but he became like this, although it was enough to ask who was behind the scenes, but Taijia looked like this...... Looks like he could be skinned alive at any moment!

"Calm down, hiccup...... Cool off! Taijia roared angrily, pulled out the sword of the soldier next to him, and said slowly: "Biya, didn't you say that you cut down the man's three hundred and sixty swords?" Okay, you! I'll cut you three hundred and sixty swords, and if you can live, I'll let you go!" ”

The man was shocked, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Marquis of Mao, this ...... It's not the same as saying yes! ”

Biya sat down, sighed helplessly, and said in his heart If you want to make a breath, just send it......

"I'm just saying to give you a chance to live, but how to keep you alive...... He has the final say. ”

Taijia did not restrain himself, and yelled at Bi Ya with the strength of wine: "Don't sit! Don't you nobles like to dance with swords while someone sings? Okay, then you sing it to me! Sing until I'm done with three hundred and sixty swords! ”

"You ......"

Biya was about to reprimand this guy, but he saw his red eyes looking at him, and he didn't know if it was tears that blinded his eyes, or if anger suppressed his reason. He sighed lightly, got up, and said, "That's it...... It's up to you to do it today! ”

Grasping the cuffs with both hands, Biya danced in the room, while still reading: "Chang Di Zhihua, E Bu Weiwei." There is no one like a brother today......"

It is not uncommon for men to be able to dance, and they are even praised; The sword dance of the cliff is good, and the dance is also good. He sang "Chang Di", which was the poem named after his brother, and he didn't know what significance it was to him.

And with the singing of the cliff, Taijia used the bronze sword that he was not good at, and drew blood marks on the man's body.

He has never used a murder weapon, but he is very handy with a sword; And he, who has never taken the initiative to kill, did not hesitate at all!

I buried mercy in my heart, but I held Shura in my hands.

The wails came and went, sometimes long, sometimes low, but without exception they all shouted the sound of pain. The soldiers on the side looked at each other, all of them were frightened, and they didn't know why this young man was so hot!

"Wine, wine!"

With a swing of his sword, he slashed down the man's left shoulder and continued to his waist, and suddenly embedded the sword in his skin, lifting the man's epidermis, revealing the blood vessels inside. And Mao Biya's "Chang Di" is singing "The mourning chaos is peaceful, both peaceful and peaceful" - Taijia can't be at peace.

How dare a soldier who has never seen such a hot hand boy slack off? Hurriedly took the wine, but the Taijia didn't pour the wine, picked up the jar and poured it into his throat, a burst of heroism, a burst of sourness.

"Biya, I kind of know why you like to bring a wine gourd! Wine, it's such a good thing! ”

"Come again!"

The soldiers didn't even dare to tell the Tygar that the man had died of pain.

"Yier's family, Leer's wife. Is it a picture, is it true? Is it a picture, is it true? ”

When the last sentence of the cliff fell, Taijia had already fallen asleep, and the bronze sword in his hand was pointing at the place of the man's heart.

"How many swords?" Mo Biya asked indifferently.

"Hui, Hui Xianghou, a total of three hundred and fifty-nine sword ......"

He nodded, took the sword from Taijia's hand, and stabbed it into the dead man's heart in an instant in the shocked eyes of those men; Even though the beating had stopped, the soldiers could still feel the man spasme.

"Let you know that you know, the feeling of heartache ......"

Brushing away the sweat stains on his body, Biya walked out of the house and said softly: "Pass the order, get ready...... Declare war! ”