At night, the village is very quiet.

The huge full moon in the night sky is emitting bright moonlight, shining on this unattended village.

In each square of the rice fields, the sparkling water surface reflects the moon and stars in the sky, as if the stars in the sky have fallen to the ground.

On the low hill, all the people in the village have already gone into their wooden houses, or earthen houses, and are ready to sleep.

They do seem to be accustomed to this kind of life, where the sun rises and the sun sets.

It's a pity that there is such a person, but he still can't adapt.

Shi Wuwei lay on his back on a hardwood bed.

He looked through a fist-sized hole in the wooden wall and looked at the stars in the night sky.

Today's night sky is not very dark, a little blue.

Looking at the starry night sky beyond the hole, his mind was recalling what he had seen today and the people he had met.

In the afternoon, at the foot of the mountain, he met a man in charge of collecting dung.

Because he had to use manure to fertilize, although he didn't want to, he thought that the emperor could personally plow the land and feed the chickens, so he could only accept it.

The person in charge of the dung business, called Lao Wang, is a serious bald middle-aged man.

Lao Wang didn't wear a shirt today, revealing a small but explosive muscle.

Shi Wuwei did not ask about Lao Wang's identity.

Because he has discovered that all the people in charge here have good cultivation.

Moreover, with this body of muscles and this body of cultivation, he believes that this person must also be a fierce general in the previous dynasty.

He didn't communicate much with the other party, and after picking up a lot of, he left.

...

In the afternoon, he met the expressionless old Hu again.

But he found that Lao Hu was about to go to the top of the low mountain to meet the saint.

So, he stepped forward and hoped that Lao Hu would take him with him.

Lao Hu shook his head unchanged and rejected him.

But he didn't have the heart to give up, since he couldn't go up the mountain, he wanted Lao Hu to bring a word to his junior sister.

Lao Hu thought about it, nodded slowly, and agreed.

A long time has passed.

And at this moment, he was thinking about whether Lao Hu had passed the word for him, and he was also thinking about how his sister would feel if she received him.

He and his sister have lived together for several years.

So he knew that his junior sister should also be thinking about meeting him.

It's just that for some reason, the two of them can't see each other for the time being.

"How can I meet my junior sister?".

The stars outside the cave, with his thoughts, came to the top of the low mountain.

He wanted to see his sister, and he wanted to talk to her as before.

However, just as he was pondering, a sound of hurried footsteps came to his ears.

Still, he began to listen to the movement outside the house.

After that, he noticed that the sound of hurried footsteps was getting closer and louder.

But to his surprise, the footsteps stopped not far from his door.

His right hand reached out to the side of the bed and grasped the Momei sword.

His eyes, through the dark space, landed on the dilapidated wooden door.

However, he waited for a long time, but he did not wait for anyone.

But he knew that there must be someone outside his house.

So he lifted his sword, dodged, and came to the back of the wooden door.

Through the gap between the door panels, I looked out of the house.

"Huh? Woodcutter Lao Li, Lao Hu, and Lao Wang, why are they all there? ”。

He saw the three men first, and they were turning their backs to him, whispering something about something.

He couldn't hear the conversation of these people clearly, but the bald old king's next move made him even more confused.

Lao Wang still didn't wear a shirt, revealing his strong muscles.

I saw him waving the hoe in his hand, and it was a hoe against the low soil.

Suddenly, smoke and dust billowed and the dirt was indignant.

But at this moment, when his gaze moved down to the ground, he saw several corpses lying behind Lao Wang.

One, two, three, a total of three corpses, their heads tilted, their eyes closed as if they were ashes.

Shi Wuwei's eyes widened, and his heart trembled in disbelief.

"It's... This.. These are the three scholars in the morning!! ”。

The shock in his heart overwhelmed him, so much so that he opened the door and walked straight out.

The three people outside the house heard the sound and all turned around in unison.

The long-bearded old beard still has no change in color, and his eyes are calm. The bald old king frowned and stared coldly, while the woodcutter Lao Li had a gloomy face, and there was a thick hostility in his eyes.

But this time, Shi Wuwei ignored the resistance in the eyes of the three people.

He walked directly to the three corpses five paces away.

He crouched down, and with a trembling hand, reached for the neck of the nearest man.

Cold as frost, without the slightest pulse.

This young scholar is indeed dead and cannot die anymore.

But he didn't understand, he didn't understand why these three people were still killed when they were already far away.

Looking at these three young and dreaming faces, he only felt a pang of colic in his heart.

He has been in the rivers and lakes for several years, and he knows that it is the rule of the rivers and lakes not to kill civilians.

The other Fang family also held important positions in the imperial court, and the laws of the Ming Dynasty also had clear rules that innocent people should not be killed indiscriminately.

What's more, these three people are just helpless chickens, and they are just lost scholars.

He couldn't figure out why the three men had been killed.

So, I saw that he raised his head, and his eyebrows had become a Sichuan character.

He looked directly at the three of them angrily, lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and said word by word.

"Why kill them".

The woodcutter Lao Li stepped forward, looked down at him coldly, and spoke.

"Outsiders who came here! Damn it! ”。

When he spoke, there was no concealment of the killing intent in his eyes.

Because the outsiders in his mouth also include the other party.

Shi Wuwei didn't hear the killing intent in this sentence, but instead looked at him fearlessly and said angrily.

"They're just lost scholars!".

The woodcutter Lao Li had a gloomy face, pulled out the long knife on his waist, pointed the knife at the other party, and said coldly.

"I've killed them. If you want to die, I'll kill you! ”。

As soon as the words fell, Shi Wuwei stretched out and pressed his knees, and slowly got up.

During the whole process, his eyes never left the woodcutter's eyes.

He was annoyed.

The suppressed emotions for several days, stimulated by these three innocent corpses, had already carried him away, making him forget the huge gap between the two people.

He stood up, his eyes trembling with anger.

He opened his mouth, but still said the words angrily.

"They're just lost scholars!!".

In fact, when he asked this question again, the object of the question was no longer the woodcutter.

He's actually asking himself.

He knew that the scholars were dead because they had discovered the people here.

So, this question for him is asking himself.

The lost scholar found this village, should he be killed?

What if more lost people come here in the future?

Will all these people be killed?

The belief that allowed him to persist along the way was to assist the Ming army to regain the throne.

It's not killing.

It's not about killing innocent people.

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