On April 17 of the second year of Yongle, the sky was sunny in Wushan Town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, several days have passed since the day the bandits slaughtered the city, but even after all this time, the smell of rotting wood still permeates the entire town, making people feel unpleasant.

Su Wushi got up a little early today.

In fact, before this descent, he did not have much hope for the recovery of the scriptures.

After all, looking for a book in the middle of a sea of people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that.

As soon as they arrived in Osan Town, they found clues.

So, in a happy mood, he thought about going out to find some clues.

And when he walked forward along the corridor of the inn, he found that Uncle Mu had also gotten up early, and was leaning on the handrail of the corridor, staring at the street outside the inn with his eyes piercing, as if he had something on his mind.

Seeing this scene, he stepped forward and beckoned, "Uncle Mu, you got up so early, are you waiting for Uncle Shi?" ”。

Mu Yiyi hadn't been able to sleep well last night.

No, it wasn't until Su Wushi asked a question that she realized that someone was coming.

"Uh....right. Senior Brother is in retreat and cultivating, and I am protecting the Dharma for him."

"Ahh Uncle Shi, didn't he just break through a few days ago? Why did you start the retreat again? ”。 Su Wushi remembered that after the black-clothed man attacked the Dao Sect at night, the other party had just broken through to the first grade.

Therefore, he has to retreat again at this moment, which makes him a little puzzled.

Mu Yiyi's eyes turned slightly, and he spoke.

"Uh. Maybe I was a little touched when I saw my former friend die last night."

Hearing Mu Yiyi say this, Su Wushi remembered that Shi Wuwei's mood last night was indeed a little strange.

"I see. But Uncle Shi is in such a state, if he is not careful, he may go crazy."

Every time he thought of that domineering true qi, he felt like trembling all over his body.

He thought to himself, "When I was in Minshan, Uncle Shi's cultivation was only in the first grade, but the true qi in his body was already so domineering, if he was breaking through, wouldn't it be even ..... me."

At the beginning, although he suppressed Xiuwei, after thinking of that domineering true qi, he was not sure whether he could defeat the other party after the breakthrough.

Mu Yiyi didn't know what was going on in Su Wushi's mind, she just spoke.

"Yes, I'll be here to watch."

After a brief exchange between the two, Su Wushi left the inn and prepared to look around the town.

........

After the burning of Wushan Town, the lively scenes on the streets and the sound of shops selling are long gone.

The houses on both sides of the river have been burned, leaving only black charcoal wood and dust all over the ground.

The morning breeze blew through the air, bringing the patches of dust into the air.

These flying dust, if you are not careful, will be inhaled into your lungs. And this is also what has made the officers and soldiers who have searched the town in recent days suffer.

At this time, Su Wushi, dressed in a Taoist robe, was walking leisurely on the dilapidated street, sometimes walking into a burned wooden house, sometimes looking at the remnants of the river on the other side.

Because he is already a second-grade cultivator, he naturally doesn't need to care about these uncomfortable dusts.

He had come to wander the streets with a playful heart.

But after he walked into a house that could be regarded as a rich family, his original happy heart gradually became a little depressed.

The floor of this house is made of stone bricks, not just mud like other houses.

The surrounding walls are also partly made of stone bricks.

The house has a hall, a study, a guest house, and a firewood room. Although it is still much smaller than the Sun Mansion, it is still a little richer than ordinary people's families.

Due to the rain in recent days, the traces on the ground have long been washed away by the rain. But when he walked into a study, he saw a scene that made him ponder.

Although this study is not large, the radius is only five zhang. The walls, tables and chairs in the room are all made of ordinary wood.

And these three walls are also covered with all kinds of calligraphy and paintings of the owner.

In fact, it is not difficult to see that the owner of the house should also be a vassal and elegant person in front of him.

It's just that what is regrettable and sad is that the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are covered with patches of blood.

The blood stains were not in the shape of droplets, but in the shape of splashes of ink, as if someone had splashed a bowl of blood on the surrounding walls.

It is conceivable that many people in this study room should have been killed by the bandits here that day, so they were able to dye the three wooden walls with red paint.

"Are these bandits really so ruthless?". said indignantly in his heart.

After that, every time he walked through a room, the heaviness in his heart would increase, and his hatred for those bandits would also deepen.

Because he grew up under the protection of the Taoist Sect, no one dared to kill wantonly in Minshan.

So before that, it was hard for him to imagine that killing in the world could be so cruel.

As he left the house and walked along the streets on both sides of the river, he remembered what it had been like when he was younger.

"If the master hadn't taken me in back then, maybe I would have been like these people and let others slaughter me."

…….

Some hours had passed in the morning, and the sun was thick at this time.

And just when Su Wushi was walking along the street by the river with a depressed mood, he found that in the river in the distance, a red object was floating towards him.

A moment later, as he gradually approached, his heart shook violently.

The river was drifting not with an object, but with a corpse.

The corpse of a toddler.........

He didn't think much about it, and without saying a word, he flew into the river.

The tip of the toe touches the surface of the river, and a ripple is made.

He moved the surface of the river as if it were the ground, and sped away towards the corpses in the river.

Then he leaned over and reached out, grabbed the corpse's clothes, and then tapped the river with his toes, and brought his body back to the street on the other side of the river.

…..

The body was a little girl about three or four years old.

The corpse had become swollen due to the time spent soaking in the water.

But even so, he could still see from this immature little face that the little girl must be an extremely cute little girl in front of her.

Due to the soaking in water, many of the hair strands on the head have been messed up.

She was dressed in a bright red, beaming dress.

And for people who are far away, it is not easy to have such a dress all year round.

So obviously, this should be the New Year's dress that her mother sewed for her.

Due to the remoteness and poverty of the land, most of the people in the Central Plains rely on such clothes to survive the winter.

But sadly, this flower has not yet bloomed, but it has withered.

Although this little girl's body is still dripping water.

But at this time, he didn't care about his wetness at all, and let the water dripping from the little girl's body soak his clothes.

He just stared blankly, and looked at the corpse in his arms at a loss.

He remembered something from a long, long, long time ago.

He remembered that at that time, he was only a child of five or six years old, and he had not yet been taken back to Minshan by his master, and was still begging on the streets of Anseong.

He remembers that at that time, he had a lovely sister.

And his sister was begging with him on that busy street.

It's just that providence makes people.

His young and sickly sister finally failed to survive the cold winter.

Therefore, when he looked at the face of the little girl in his arms at this time, he unconsciously remembered the past years.

I remembered the cold nights.

......