Han Jujun opened his eyes.

Before losing consciousness, the last picture he saw was Chang Qianfo jumping off a high cliff with Qu Yu'er in his arms. At that time, the dolomite spalled and shook violently, and the collapse was imminent. Now it seems that not only the cliff that picked out the river has collapsed, but also the roots of the mountain under the cliff have been destroyed.

He was now hanging from a large tree, and at his feet was a raging ocean. The murky waters are filled with carcasses of humans and animals, which decay quickly in the middle of summer, causing swarms of green-headed flies to buzz and sting.

He must have been unconscious for a long time.

Judging by the extent of the decay of the corpses and fallen leaves in the water, it has been soaked in the water for at least two days.

In other words, from the day Chang Qianfo and Qu Yuer jumped into the river, until now, at least two days have passed. No matter how good it is, he can't do anything about it.

Han Jujun grabbed the trunk of the tree and sat up, raised his right leg and stepped on a thick branch, and sat with his legs crossed and heroically as he had done in the army before.

At this time, it would be nice to have a pot of wine, no matter how bad it is, it would be okay to have a cigarette pouch.

He remembered that in the past, when he was in Liangzhou, there was a veteran soldier who sat against the city wall with a cigarette pouch in his hand, lit a pot of tobacco leaves, and looked at the yellow sky in the clouds and mist, and looked at it all day.

Asked what he was looking at, he said he didn't look at anything.

Thinking about something, and thinking about nothing.

Han Jujun was high-spirited at that time, young and brave, he couldn't read the vicissitudes of the world, and he couldn't taste the loneliness and sour taste of life in that bag of cigarettes.

He took out the rice ball wrapped in oiled paper from his bosom and ate it. It was too hot for the rice balls to be rancid, but he ate effortlessly.

This rice ball, for him, is like the last remaining glimmer of hope in the desolation of heaven and earth, eat it in his stomach, and his courage grows on his body.

After eating the rice balls, he also figured it out.

The inner side of the two boards of the shackles was grooved and embedded with the powder, and when he broke away, he used too much force, and the powder puffed out and splashed on his face with the rain.

At that time, he didn't pay attention to it, but now that he thinks about it, he did see something misty and qualitative in the water particles scattered indiscriminately.

The disturbance of the rain made him take it lightly; also because of the rain, which diluted the medicinal properties, and he held on for a while before falling.

There is no doubt that the medicine was ordered by Mu Cangping.

Mu Cangping knew that he had been in prison for too long, and ordinary shackles and shackles could not trap him at all, so he kept such a hand.

He can live until now, it should also be Mu Cangping's handiwork.

Otherwise, how can a person who is drugged and unconscious be able to ride the wind and waves all the way in the surging torrent without dying or sinking? He can even jump up to three feet and jump from the water to a tree and hang up.

Why? Han Jujun smiled bitterly.

Didn't Mu Cangping abandon him as a pawn in the overall situation early on?

Moreover, what was the need to save him?

He killed the nephew and grandson of the empress dowager of the dynasty, and was convicted and sentenced to Ling Chi by the imperial court. and bears the stigma of shouldering with the daughter-in-law of Kinmen, and the government and the opposition can't tolerate him.

But since he lived, he could not live in vain.

Before he died, he had to go to Jiankang and have one more thing to do.

The flood was filthy, and there was everything floating on it: the corpses of people and animals, melons, fruits, vegetables, leaves, clothes, shoes and socks, the beams and rafters of collapsed houses, half-floating and half-sinking furniture......

Han Jujun dismantled a large box of clothes, removed a few wooden planks, and tied them to several wooden rafters with torn strips of clothing fabric, making a monster piece that did not look like a boat or a raft. Break branches into oars, and paddle aimlessly in the vast ocean.

When the water flows to the northeast, he goes in the direction of the northeast.

Before dark, I finally saw the traces of people.

Just a few days ago, they set off from this small county and braved the rain to go to Yunyan. At a glance, Han Jujun saw the towering and towering ancient cedar tree, surrounded by a row of small buildings, which was the inn called "Heavenly Blessing" that day.

Guiqian was struck to death by lightning under the tree, which caused the reputation of this inn full of auspicious blessings to plummet, and this time it was actually through this flood that he was blessed by misfortune and made a name for himself.

Dozens of miles in a radius are flooded, only the "Heavenly Blessing" inn and a large circle of green gardens around the inn are just a foot out of the water because of the high terrain, compared to a large area of flooded to the root of the wall around it, and the dwellings that have to wade through the water when they stay do show a blessing from God.

When the catastrophe was depressed, there was no one guarding the door of the inn, and Han Jujun walked straight in.

In the center of the courtyard, a group of people gathered under the ancient tree, all looking up.

At this time, there should be no one who still has the heart to put up a post to pray for blessings, look at what is looking for in the tree.

Han Jujun was not a lively person, and was about to walk away, when he heard someone in the crowd shouting: "Uncle!" The voice had a vague familiarity in his memory.

Han Jujun raised his head, and the man changed his voice again, and his voice was much lower, with a hint of timidity: "Han Daxia." ”

Indeed, they were calling him.

Han Jujun looked at the much older face and recognized him as Guiqian's father, Guihong, and his former father-in-law.

Listening to Zhou Mingrong, Guiqian has not had a good time these years.

Although your family is not a wealthy family, it is also a scholarly family, and it is quite famous in the countryside.

After Gui Qian remarried Man Tao, although he was ridiculed for a time, Man Tao was powerful and powerful, and he quickly suppressed the matter, and the impact on your family was not great.

Later, Man Tao died, Han Jujun was pardoned and released from prison, and became famous in the rivers and lakes. The old things were picked up again.

Your family was pointed out in and out, saying that the good girl raised by the scholar's family, her husband was not dead and she looked for another high branch, and now she has retribution.

The brother and sister-in-law in the family were resentful, and Guiqian couldn't live in her mother's house, so she took her son to marry a Zhuangtou who showed the nobles Tianzhuangzi on the outskirts of Jiankang City.

That Zhuangtou loves Guiqian's beauty, and thinks she has been with two husbands, usually it's okay, but when she gets drunk, she scolds and scolds, and often beats and scolds.

Guiqian's mother and son are not short of food and clothing, but their lives are not comfortable.

Her mother's family thought she was ashamed and cut off contact.

Now that the person is dead, the great grievances are gone, and someone still comes to collect her body.

Han Jujun nodded, saying hello to Guihong.

An extraordinarily agile young man slipped down with a long iron pole in his hand, and shouted, "There really is such a thing, it is not easy to find it in the branches." Lord Ma take a look, isn't it? ”

A group of people under the tree rushed up together, Han Jujun didn't see who the master was, only heard a happy male voice say, "Yes, yes, that's it." ”

This person is quite pretentious, and said eloquently: "Placing sharp iron on the high ground can lead mines." There is a strange book that once recorded, when building a high-rise building, set up a beast's head on the four corners of the eaves, put a copper tongue in the mouth to face the sky, lead down with a thin iron wire or copper wire, and enter the soil three feet. It can be introduced into the ground in thunderstorms, so that the house is protected from lightning disasters...... Hi was originally a life-saving method, but now it is used to harm people. ”

The crowd was amazed, and they all said that Master Ma was erudite.

"I see! So, the scorched line on the branches and leaves is burned out of copper and iron wire? ”

"Definitely." Master Nama said: "The scorch marks are so deep that they cannot be caused by the slightest wisp, I guess it should be iron chains or copper chains and other things, everyone is not in a hurry, look carefully inside and outside the inn." ”

At this time, Han Jujun had already walked away, and the discussion behind him gradually disappeared.

He was also surprised that one day he would be so cold-hearted, and he was married to Guiqian, and in the end, he didn't even care about how she died.

It's just that this thing is a little strange.

Mu Cangping is well-read and knowledgeable, and he is not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also proficient in it. It's not strange that he came up with any strange killing method Han Jujun, it's strange, if this thing was really done by Mu Cangping, he would never leave such a big flaw and wait for someone to find out.

Han Jujun paused.

Dou Yan! After Guiqian's death, the person who insisted on making this matter a disaster from heaven was Dou Yan, despite the protests of Chang Qianfo. So once this case is overturned, the first unlucky one is Dou Yan.

No wonder, no wonder he always felt something was wrong.

There is still a flood at the moment, but there is an official who is good at pushing the case, and he came to this place with nothing to do, to overturn the case that was personally concluded by the uncle of the dynasty?

It's not a great deal to die.

It seems that it is not only to extinguish the mouth, but also to have another great use for Guiqian's death.