Seeing that the pillar was still wooden, Mama Lu shook her head and walked out with a sigh. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Ma family can't stay any longer, Zhu Zi thought. He was grateful for the old man's pity for him, the young master's magnanimity to him, the young lady's forgiveness for him, and he also knew the possible benefits of staying in the Ma family for him. But he also knew that all this was bought by his father with his life, how could he allow himself to lie in a pool of his father's blood. He wants to go to Yunnan, he wants to avenge his father, and he wants to take away the treasure knife that has been handed down from home.

The pillar hated himself and was afraid of himself. Because I don't know why, despite the pain of losing his father, Miss's white body still appears in front of him from time to time. He felt that he was crazy, could it be that in his little shell, there lived a devil he was not familiar with? Before the devil grows up, he must leave, leave immediately.

At dusk that day, Lu Ma vaguely saw that the pillar knocked a few times outside the gate. She hurriedly wanted to summon, but saw the pillar disappear into the depths of a bamboo forest like a wind.

No bags, just directions.

When he came out of Ma's house, the pillar took only three things: his father's flying locust stone, a string of copper coins hidden in a crockpot under the bed, a few double-horned silver quills, and the book given to him by the young lady - "Zengguang Xianwen".

The flying locust stone is the only relic left by the father, and the purse containing the stone is made by the mother, with a cyan cloth surface, embroidered with a bamboo forest, and five villains. Now there are more bloodstains from my father's death. Chamen's locust stones are unique, each stone is carved with a dark red plum blossom, and there is a small word search underneath. Plum blossom is the mother. Zhuzi's mother's surname is Sun, and her single name is a "plum" character, and her father loves her mother, so she also loves plum blossoms.

"Zengguang Xianwen" is the only book that his father has ever bought for him, it was given by the young lady, the years of the Ma family seem to have melted into this book, and now that he is leaving, if he can't take anything else, it's good to take this book away.

Go to the south, where my father died, and where the enemy was. Kill, kill, kill...... Blood boiled in the pillar's body, and the bright moon seemed to shine with a dark red light. Zhuzi found that when his mind was full of revenge, he was most like a person, because in this way he would no longer think about Miss, nor would he blame himself, and he would also have a direction in life. The pillar walks on a mountain road, desolate and lonely, and it is rare to see people. Since he was born, this is the first time that Zhu Zi has traveled alone, and the first time that he has been alone in desolation, but Zhu Zi is not afraid, because in the years of following his father, his father has taught him many ways to survive. His father told him that it is very easy for people to survive in this world, and that there are things to meet your needs everywhere in the wilderness, in the bamboo forest, in the swamp. Many times, survival requires means, not money; It is perseverance rather than competence that is needed. All the way forward, there are only two images in the head of the pillar, the father in a pool of blood, and the young lady in the bathtub. Zhu Zi is a kind child, he just wants to keep the picture of his father, he desperately wants to squeeze away the picture of Miss, but the picture of Miss always slips back into his mind quietly without him noticing. There is still a trail in front of the trail, and at the end of the dense forest is still a dense forest, and the pillar feels that he is really a strange animal, why does he not want to think about things that always like ghosts to wrap around him?

A few days later, one morning, when it was getting light, the pillar was lost in a cliff. Facing the sun, he began to orient. "Up the north and down the south, left west and right east", he recited the words, and finally determined the south, but he didn't know how to be good, the road to the south is the cliff at his feet. He looked at the cliff, it was a bit deep. Although it is steep, it is quite grassy. He thought about it and decided to climb down. He told himself that from now on, he would not be cowardly, and that he would no longer be greedy. He had to remember every word his father had taught him, and there would be no more betrayal.

"You can't be proud, you can't indulge in your desires, you can't be happy, you can't be satisfied," the pillar whispered the aphorism that his father taught him. He grabbed the weeds, climbed the crevices of the rocks, and pedaled the convex trees, and slowly descended.

At the bottom of the cliff, he saw a cooking smoke, and the smoke was rising from behind a small hillside, and it looked warm. He went up the hill to beg for water, for sucking the dew from the leaves of the trees every day was a hard job.

Suddenly, he saw a black shadow running towards him from the hillside, and he couldn't tell what it was. The pillar alertly picks up a stone with his right hand for self-defense, and a thick wooden stick with his left hand for self-defense.

The black shadow ran closer, and it was a little boy, wearing a melon-skin hat and black clothes and pants. There was another man chasing after him, holding a short gun in his hand, shouting as he ran: "Run, run again, Lao Tzu will really kill you." ”

"Bandits?" The fire of the pillar rushed up, and he picked up the stone and threw it at the man with the gun, hitting him in the forehead. The man fell down without screaming.

Shots rang out, and another man ran down the hillside as he opened fire. The man ran in a hurry, and his marksmanship was not very accurate, which stirred up a lot of dirt around the pillar. The pillar threw out the stick, saw the man roll down the hillside, and heard several more screams. The scream was made by the little boy, who was crouching on the ground, holding his head, and trembling. The pillar didn't have time to pay attention to him, he ran past the boy as fast as he could, kicked him over as he stumbled to his feet, and rode on him with all the strength he could to fight the boar, and struck him in the face. After a few strokes, the man stopped moving. He was afraid that there would be people on the hillside, so the cat lowered his waist and climbed to the top of the hill, only to see an empty wooden hut with a fire at the door and a broken pot.

The pillar breathed a sigh of relief and walked down the hill again. He touched the man who had been knocked down by the branch, only to find that the man seemed to have no snort. He went to see the man who had been knocked down by the stone, and it was even worse, with a large hole in his forehead, and blood was bubbling up, and the stone seemed to sink into his head.

The pillar panicked, he picked up two guns, pulled up the little boy who was still shivering, and ran away. The little boy hadn't run a few steps before he screamed, and the pillar simply resisted him. The boy is light.

"I killed someone!" The pillar thought. He remembered that when he was fighting wild boars, it was very difficult to fight, how could these two people die so easily?

"I'm a murderer!" The pillar thought. It was as if he saw people shouting, with knives and guns, coming from all directions to surround him. So, he ran faster. Trees whizzed past him constantly. I don't know how long I ran, but the pillar felt tired, and he stopped, remembering that he still had a person on his shoulder.