The first year of Qin Dayuan.

May 17.

Ni Tianxing, who rebelled against the people, killed the Zhao family in Fufeng County with a sword, fought with a sword, resisted the law and did not obey, and fled with a broken arm.

On that day, a red star flashed on the side of the purple microstar, emitting a fierce light and obscuring the emperor.

The stargazing platform was on the book overnight.

The fierce star is confused, and it has been born.

———— General Principles of the History of Qin, Volume 17

On the Howling Cliff of the Wind Ghost, the pale-faced Yuwen stood side by side with Old Maifuzi, the blade in his hand was broken, but his expression was still cold.

The pillar of the seventy-two countries looked at the stratus below, and at his feet was a severed arm.

"The walls are thousands of feet, and the heaven and earth here are reversed, and they can't be vacated."

"Ni Tianxing is a third-grade person, and he has a divine weapon to protect his body, so he may not die, and it is too late to chase after him."

"Ben will go to the court and flee against the sky."

The master's demeanor is getting older and more tired, and the old man is the easiest to recall the past, looking at the thick clouds below, as if he has seen the young swordsman with high spirits and clear eyes between his eyebrows more than 20 years ago.

He said that he wanted to be a great man who punished adultery and eliminated evil.

He said that he eats all over the world, plays all over the world, he wants to marry a neighbor's girl, and he wants to raise three cats, one is called roast chicken, one is called steamed buns, and the other is called steamed buns.

He said he wanted his family to live a life of eating meat.

But he didn't want his family to be the one who happened back then......

As soon as he thought of this, the old man's expression became more and more old.

It seems to see the red-eyed youth twenty years ago.

"Am I wrong......

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Wang Anfeng and the three of them accepted the interrogation as usual, because they had the endorsement of Fufeng's master, and they were not troubled.

But no one was better.

Especially Wang Anfeng and Bailifeng.

Baili Feng held the remaining Mo knife and rarely lowered it.

Wang Anfeng walked forward slowly, his expression seemed to be peaceful, but the palm holding the wooden sword was clenched extremely tightly, bursting out of green tendons.

When they returned, they scattered.

Wang Anfeng had nightmares for several nights during the nap time after practicing.

The red embroidered shoes dancing on the fire are bright red as blood and as warm as fire.

Laughing wildly, Ni Fuzi, who calls himself an evil demon.

In the Zhao Mansion, all the men and women who fell down and died.

The vast and majestic Qinzi flag, waving and fluttering, flowed with a blood-like color, surrounded by majestic black.

Every time he saw this sad scene, the young man would wake up from his dream, and it would be difficult to sleep, and the grand occasion he saw in Great Qin Hao was shattered in a brutal way by a self-righteous wine banquet......

He had never experienced the experience of Ni Fuzi, so he was not qualified to speak falsely.

But something must have gone wrong.

Otherwise, it shouldn't.

Great Qin, people's hearts, rivers and lakes, families, divine soldiers, interests......

The boy's eyes gradually darkened.

Something is bound to go wrong!

He was on Shaomu Mountain, looking out the window at the deep night, the stars gradually rising, he knew that this vast Daqin, it was far less majestic than what he saw, he saw the embroidered shoes dancing wildly, the foodie master who called himself an evil demon, and the Daqin who was still 'above board', the young man jumped up, the sea and the sky was high, this body was slight, but he would still walk slowly, the green-shirted scribe frowned and asked, the young man held a sword, and danced in the night.

"Practice!"

Then, check it out!

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Daqin Tie was under the cliff and searched for three days and three nights.

Nothing.

The holy decree is spread all over the world, and the killing is not guilty, and the reward is heavy.

Thousands of miles away, a man with a broken arm covered in blood passed by a mountain village, his expression was indifferent, but he was stopped by the village chief.

"Sir, it's a warrior ......"

The wrinkled old man looked at the man in front of him, his broken left arm, and his right hand holding a sword, red as blood, as if there was a blood flame churning, which made people's hearts frightened, and the fear that involuntarily appeared on his face, but it seemed that something supported him, so that he did not retreat for half a point.

Confucian raised his eyes to look at him, bowed his head slightly, and said in a gentle tone:

"Yes, what does this old man have to say?"

Seeing that his tone was gentle, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It's getting late, it's not appropriate to hurry, why don't you go in and rest?"

Looking at his appearance against the sky, he knew that he had other plans, but he didn't care, and went all the way in, but he saw that the people were afraid of him, but he pretended to be enthusiastic, went to the village elder's house, set out a table of good dishes, and invited him to sit down with enthusiasm.

When Confucius sat down, the old man brought out a pretty girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, pushed him to his side, laughed and complimented, and withdrew himself, saying that he was going to fetch wine.

A mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, and when he looked at the girl with his head down, he became gentler, patted the stool next to him, and said:

"Sit down, there are so many dishes, eat together."

He put the sword aside casually, took his chopsticks and ate something, and put it very open, the girl looked at the man with the broken arm in front of her, thought of the elder's instructions, gritted her teeth, if the man did not touch himself, the matter would be messed up, and he would be severely punished, tremblingly raised his hand, unbuttoned it, revealing the fair and delicate skin on his shoulders.

Just as he was about to untie it, a palm suddenly pressed on his palm, warm and dry, the girl trembled slightly, and the Confucian eyes in front of her were indifferent, but there seemed to be some pity, and said:

"Why do you have to do that?"

Confucius looked at the girl in front of him, but he could hear the old whispers across the wall.

"Elder, is that good...... Several warriors have died, but they have not been able to kill those bandits...... Even the officers and soldiers were helpless against this cottage, and many people were damaged. ”

"Besides, this is still a man with a broken arm...... This ......"

"Let go! Aren't they chivalrous just to be famous? If they don't do chivalrous deeds, do they want us ordinary people to die? ”

"If we can kill two more bandits and die, we will feel better...... Someday you can live in peace! ”

The corners of Confucius's mouth appeared mockingly, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, and the palm on the girl's palm used skill, so that the girl sat on her lap, and the palm was gently placed on her waist, the girl's body trembled slightly, and sadness appeared in her heart, but she found that the palm was only if it was about to leave, and it was not offended.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the old man came with a simple smile on his face, carrying a jar of dusty wine, and glanced at the girl who was 'hugged' in his arms, his heart was slightly relieved, and he smiled

"Sir, is the green willow slacking?"

The smile on the corner of the Confucian monk's mouth was peaceful, and he asked the girl to pick up vegetables for him with the technique of sound transmission, and said casually:

"Not bad."

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

The old man's expression froze, his thoughts turned slightly, and his face looked sad, and he said the words that had been prepared a long time ago, that is, there were bandits who were in trouble, because they were familiar with the terrain, the thieves were cunning, and it was difficult to resist, and even the officers and soldiers had suffered losses, but the bandits disappeared for a while, and they came back again, and they were even more rampant.

At the end, he bowed down and said:

"I beg you to save us, sir......"

Confucius looked at the old man with a sincere and sad face, and said leisurely:

"I refuse ......"

The old man's expression stiffened slightly, and Confucian Sheng had gently pushed the girl away, stood up with his sword, and said lazily: "I can repel the officers and soldiers, the strength is not weak, and if you don't pay a penny, you want me to fight for you, it's too casual......"

The old man couldn't believe it: "But, but you are a chivalrous ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and a red long sword was pointed across his throat, and there was an undisguised killing intent, and Confucian Sheng looked at him indifferently.

"I'm not a chivalry."

"And you, you're insulting them."

With a shock of her wrist, the sword suddenly broke through the air, and the girl screamed.

After a while, Confucius walked slowly out of the mountain village.

In the middle of the house, the old man was slumped on the ground, still trembling, and the girl sat still, nothing was damaged, except for a crispy fried peanut on the table, and the grunt of Confucianism.

It is best to have medicinal porridge.

The night wind was cold, and a raging fire was lit in the hidden cottage.

Blood flowed on the red long sword, and the Confucian scholar was completely different, walking between heaven and earth, with an indifferent expression, the crazy killing intent that filled his mind had dissipated a lot, but he felt empty and empty, and what kept coming to his mind turned out to be many classics that he had read in the past twenty years.

The truth in it is simple and unpretentious, but it raises more questions.

In the court, those big officials have read far more books than him, for a long time, why are there still thieves in the current world, and there are people who expect chivalrous people to save themselves, like demons? There will be the filth hidden beneath the majesty of immensity.

will give birth to himself like this, with bloody hands.

Confucian walked forward slowly, but the inside of his eyes was very clear, far clearer than when he was in the Zhao Mansion.

Twenty years have passed since Zhao Zheng's incident.

Is it a one-of-a-kind?

Why doesn't anyone care, no one checks?

People who have read the truth in the room, why don't they look it up?

Can't find it?

I still have a chance for revenge, and I have more than 300 resentful souls who have been asleep, and I finally have an understanding, but what about the others, is there more, unjustly dying on trumped-up charges in the past history, turning into a voice of praise for merit and virtue, turning into rotten mud, making the tree of Daqin more and more lush, so that the branches and leaves, and the fruits on the book absorb more nutrients? And his own revenge will be despised by the so-called saints and gentlemen after today.

Man's eyes are in front, and he knows it.

Therefore, most of them can only see the death of the present, but do not see the blood of the past, and denounce the cruelty, but they do not know that the wealth of these people in the past twenty years is exchanged for the lives and future of more than 300 resentful souls.

Every bite of meat eaten is mixed with the unwilling screams of resentful souls.

With every sip of wine, you can smell the blood that is dull and rotten.

There are many more...... More people, families, bureaucrats...... Don't rush.

If nothing happened twenty years ago...... Maybe it's already a small village......

Ni Tianxing suddenly felt like a dream, but he thought again, is the person who gave the order also a Confucian disciple who recites the truth of the classics?

Is the truth wrong?

Is the thing that the old man searched for up and down a thousand years ago at the expense of his own body is the one that now kneels in front of the emperor and presents with both hands?

The look in the eyes of Confucian Sheng gradually brightened, and the aura that had gradually dispersed on his body stopped falling, and in another direction, he began to climb towards a higher level, stepping forward slowly, his lips slightly open, and his voice was slightly cold, echoing in the left and right world.

"Repay virtue with virtue and repay grievances with straightforwardness."

"The country has the way, and it helps the ......"

"There is no way in the country."

His steps paused slightly, and his lips lifted slightly.

"Annihilation."

There was a bang, the breath around the body was blowing up, the hair bun was scattered, the black hair was dancing, but a pair of eyes became brighter and brighter, like a cold star, which made people's hearts tremble, and what appeared above the body was no longer a simple and righteous spirit, but it was not an evil way.

Slaughtering, cold, even mad.

Killing to stop killing is very different from the decisive way of killing Confucian disciples in the world.

The surrounding energy lingered, like a ghost crying, so it seemed that in the cheering and chanting, the master with a broken arm walked slowly, and walked towards the direction that was gradually farther away from Fufeng and farther away from the world.

PS: The evil boss, it's not an overnight success, right...... Ni Fuzi, a foodie, is really dead.

Only the devil is left, he does not deny that his hands are bloody, he himself is also one of the mistakes in his eyes, and it does not conflict with his change of thinking, don't talk about this, as for the entanglement of this character's problems, just ask, your own family has more than 300 villagers in the countryside, and they have been killed, and you want to only kill the first evil, is it okay?

In the pre-Qin period, the revenge of the ninth generation could still be avenged.

With the morality of a chivalrous man, it is unrealistic to ask for an avenger, and it is the first time I have written complex characters.

I know that many people probably can't accept the foodie conversion and think that this person deserves to die right away...... But this is a river and lake, isn't it a chivalrous demon