Zhou Jun walked out of Furulou, and his brother followed him, like a loyal puppy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Yes, although he is the younger brother, but the cowardice and fragility of the elder brother always make Zhou Jun think that he is the dominant one of the two.

Zhou Jun stopped, looked back at the high-rise buildings with bright lights and endless songs, and suddenly felt a sense of confusion in his heart.

This kind of confusion is not the confusion of drawing a sword and looking around after defeating a lifelong strong enemy, nor is it the confusion of a young man who does not know the taste of sorrow and looks at the people who have nothing to see.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." Zhou Jun whispered the verses made at the banquet, and said softly to his brother: "Brother, what kind of person do you say can make such verses? How much sorrow should there be in his heart? The ancients said that love is deep and longevity, how can the person who made this kind of poem be the young man who is high-spirited and scheming? ”

"You mean he didn't write this poem?"

"No, Tang Song Zhiwen can kill his nephew Liu Xiyi for the sentence 'The flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year', it can be seen that this good poem is rare, who is willing to give this kind of poem to others? This poem must have been written by Mr. Liu. ”

"And what do you mean?" Zhou Hui couldn't understand his brother's thoughts: "You first said that this poem must not have been written by him, and then said that it could not have been written by someone else, so who wrote it?" ”

"I don't know how heavy this person's feelings would be if it was really done by himself, and yet he could control this kind of sorrow that is so thick that it can't be dissolved, what kind of heart it must be!"

"So," Zhou Jun said to his brother categorically: "This is the time for our brothers to turn over, if you still want to avenge your father and revive the foundation of my Zhou family, you must serve this Liu Gongzi!" ”

"But ......" brother is still a little hesitant, he is the eldest son in the family, he can't be as desperate as him, Zhou Jun understands, but his brother's personality is too weak, too weak, such a character is okay in the peaceful era, how can he save himself among tigers, leopards and jackals in this chaotic world?

Zhou Jun clenched his fists hard, the pair of fists were still calm and powerful, and the power condensed in the gap between the muscles gave him a feeling of invincibility.

"Mother, brother, let me Zhou Jun protect you." Zhou Jun looked up at the sky, and a big star in the eastern sky was shining brightly.

He believed that it was his star.

Zhou Jun and his brother walked for about a quarter of an hour and came to the White Elephant Temple where they were borrowed. Because of their mother's illness, no family or inn was willing to take them in, after all, it would be very unfortunate for their mother to die at home. Fortunately, the monks of this White Elephant Temple did not turn them away because of their mother's illness.

Zhou Jun was grateful for the monks' assistance, and finally settled down after fleeing for half a month, which was helpful for his mother's injury. But he also knew that his mother had to get timely medical treatment, otherwise her internal injuries would worsen.

The White Elephant Temple is very small, only able to accommodate three or five monks, and these monks live on the temple's meager incense money, but this does not mean that the monks' lives are hard. In fact, Zhou Jun smelled the smell of wine and meat many times at night, and often saw bald heads haunted in Goolan Courtyard.

The last days seem to be arguing for their own sense of existence in every way, with the disintegration of the gang and the chaos of morality, first the father's henchmen who rebelled against the master, then the uncles and uncles who were very affectionate to him in the past refused to help, some even tried to kill themselves, and finally even the children of the Shi family, who were supposed to abide by the rules and precepts, became the benefactors of the pink-headed prostitutes under the pomegranate skirts.

Is the world changing too fast, or is the world just like that, and the fourteen years before him just a hidden illusion?

There seems to be a chanting voice coming from afar, that is the "Heart Sutra", the morning bell and dusk drum, the bell Sanskrit, but it is quite interesting, but this "color is emptiness, emptiness is color", who is the color body, who is the empty phase?

Zhou Jun couldn't figure out this question for a while, he and his brother walked lightly on the bluestone road in the temple, and the yellow leather shoes on their feet made a clicking sound on the stone slab, this familiar sound made Zhou Jun feel comfortable and reassured, after all, these boots worth seven coins of silver seemed to be the only connection between him and the past.

They walked to a side room, and Zhou Jun gently stretched out his hand and regularly knocked on the wooden door that had been somewhat corrupted on the surface.

Da, da, da.

There was a violent coughing sound from inside the door, which made Zhou Jun's mood tighten instantly, and then a weak female voice: "Is it Jun'er?" ”

"It's me, Mother."

"Come in yourself, I can't walk."

Zhou Jun pushed the door in, and a small lamp burned in the room, and the light was so dim that he began to question whether the light really existed. Then the light was so subtle that it was almost non-existent, and he saw a large patch of blood on the handkerchief next to his mother's pillow.

My mother's condition seems to be somewhat serious, and a few days ago she had just a dry cough, but now she has started to cough up blood.

"Mother......" Zhou Jun choked up and couldn't speak, no matter how old he is, he is only a fourteen-year-old boy after all, seeing the suffering of his mother who gave birth to and raised him, he can't wait to replace his mother.

"Don't cry, the men of the Zhou family never cry" The mother's voice revealed an indescribable weakness, but the words were still the sassy heroine of the past: "Life and death are fateful? Wealth is in the sky! Your father and I used to crisscross the rivers and lakes, fairy couples, and made an appointment not to be born on the same day, the same month, the same year, but to die on the same day, but unfortunately I couldn't let go of your brothers after all, and I still fought hard to save you. ”

"The child is incompetent...... Zhou Jun's tears couldn't stop flowing outward: "I failed to cultivate the family inheritance in place, so that my father died and my mother was injured." ”

"Hey, what if you refine your martial arts to the fullest? It's just a hundred-man enemy, if the enemy forms a formation and attacks you with muskets and spears, even if you practice martial arts to the status of Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang, you can only flee in the wilderness. Mother seemed to have a lot of words today, and she continued to talk endlessly: "In the past, I told you the story of "Historical Records", why didn't Xiang Yu learn the art of war instead of swords? Could it be that Xiang Yu's martial arts are not good? Of course not, it's just that no matter how well this martial arts is practiced, it is only a few enemies, but if you practice the way of a saint and are familiar with the art of war, you will be an enemy of ten thousand. ”

"Mother taught me a lesson." Zhou Jun had an idea, suddenly remembered what happened today, and said to his mother: "Mother, the child is singing in the restaurant today" He clearly saw that the corners of his mother's eyes twitched when she heard the word "singing", and she was obviously extremely sad.

Even if he loses his father's face and loses his identity, he has to do it. What's more, he is no longer a heroic son with fine clothes and food.

Zhou Jun pretended not to see his mother's reaction, and continued: "There is a son who is extremely talented and has written such a poem. ”

He has an excellent memory and can recite the Mulan poem very smoothly.

Zhou Jun recited it and then said: "The son said that the two of us were of great use to him, and gave me ten taels of silver to treat my mother's illness, and after the matter was completed, there were forty taels, and he also said that his mother's soup and medicine expenses would be borne by him. ”

A gust of wind blew, disrupting the dim flames on the table, and her mother's face flickered in the changing time, making Zhou Jun feel a little afraid.

"Those who have such talents will plan greatly." Mother muttered for a moment before speaking.

"What does Mother mean?" Zhou Hui seemed a little reluctant to be driven by Liu Xu, and he took this opportunity to say: "If my mother is unwilling, we will return this silver to him and tell him that he can't serve." ”

"If it had been before, such a person, such a heart-to-heart to do something would have been extremely dangerous," the mother suddenly sighed, "but now you, I, mother and son are trapped here, with no food and clothing, and if you two rely on you, there is no hope of revenge." ”

Zhou Jun lowered his head with some shame: "I disappointed my mother." ”

"I'm not disappointed, it's just that you're still too young, and the family feud is too heavy for you." The mother's words seemed to be full of a bloody taste: "But the family feud is not avenged, and it is not a person, and only by using strength can it be done." ”

"What does Mother mean?"

"If you don't want to, then that's it, you are my own flesh and blood, how can I not cherish you both? It's just that living here is a dead end after all, so it's better to fight to the death, saying that you can't fight your way out. When the mother said "fight to find a way out", her expression was hideous, and she was obviously really angry.

"Ahem" Xu was angry and hurt his heart, and his mother coughed violently.

Zhou Jun knew that his mother wanted the two of them to avenge his father, but he never blamed his mother, and the revenge of killing his father was not shared, and he, as the son of the "Jiangbei Hero", had the obligation to avenge his father.

Zhou Jun glanced at his brother, the face that was similar to himself had no courage, but was full of fear of unknown dangers. He couldn't help but sigh secretly, with such a brother, how could he not be under much pressure? Without responding to his brother's slightly pleading gaze, Zhou Jun said to his mother: "The child also thinks the same, this Liu Gongzi is a good person, and he is generous, this is to treat me as a national soldier, if I can't repay him as a national soldier, I can't raise my head in this life." And I see that Liu Gongzi is full of heaven, and he is a person who can achieve great things, follow Liu Gongzi's service, and one day he will be able to take revenge! ”

"Good, good!" The mother's expression was a little crazy: "Jun'er, don't forget, don't forget how they killed your father, they cut off his flesh with a knife and ate him alive, I will never forget this scene, I will never forget it!" The mother's voice grew louder and louder, as if the enemy was right in front of her.

Her voice grew higher and higher, and she roared like a night owl.

Zhou Jun stretched out his hand and gently tapped on his mother's sleeping hole, and her mother immediately fell into a coma. Zhou Jun looked at his mother, even in his sleep, the pure and kind face of the past was full of violence and hatred.

"Don't worry, Mother, I will avenge my father." Zhou Jun gently covered her mother with a thin quilt and said to her brother: "Let's go find a man tomorrow, we want the best, we won't be short of money." ”

After saying that, he strode out of the door, and he clearly saw that the star that belonged to him in the east was getting brighter and brighter.

Zhou Jun firmly believes that that is his star.

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