This Wenjie has a lot of strength!

Xiang Youyu gasped, he was old and sophisticated, and he immediately wanted to praise a few words, but he didn't expect Su Ang to turn around and salute him, and hurriedly went out.

As a junior, Ji Ran whispered a few words, and after easing the atmosphere, he also chased after him.

The group strode and walked in the countryside that was much more prosperous than Dongshan Pavilion.

Slightly old ox carts creak across the road, right-angled buildings are lined up in two rows winding towards the end of the field of vision, farmers with hoes and flat burdens laugh loudly about whose children were born and which family has added incense, and there are lazy children dozing off at the door and being woken up by women pulling their ears.

The freshness of the rain spreads in the air, and the sound of footsteps, talking, and slapsticks moves forward in time, because the mist has not yet dissipated, the sound is full of busyness, and people have to prepare for the rainy season that has already shown signs.

And with the sound of hurried and sonorous footsteps, the originally busy and fulfilling picture came to an abrupt end.

Su Ang held the sword in one hand and walked briskly, the pitch-black crown on his head was as black and straight as a mountain peak, just like this person, as if it was a peak in the sky, followed by Ji Ran, Xiao Tingpai, Bailige, especially the armor of the two pavilion guards, colliding with the bloody sound of wanting to kill.

The mountain ghosts were affected by Su Ang, and their slender posture also shrugged up a mysterious demonic aura.

The town monument of Xuanshui Township is one level higher, and the place that can be protected is much larger, and in the south of the township, which is diagonally away from Su Ang and others, some people are meditating.

"Su nerd, damn Su nerd!"

In front of a window that was dilapidated but still looked a little shabby, Chen Ming's face was bruised and swollen, and he held a carved knife handle in his mouth, and slammed the bamboo slip in his hand.

Why? Why can't I remember?

Hearing Su Ang's chant "Will Enter the Wine", Chen Ming immediately remembered it in his mind, but after being beaten by someone, his head was dizzy.

He is not a talent, he has not been able to open Wenshan to greatly increase his memory, and he can't recall the entire poem.

If you fill in the fragments in your memory, you won't be satisfied.

"No, I can't wait, Su Ang went to the county seat to pay the black tiger skin, and he will soon know about my departure from the county, bastard, what's wrong with letting me take advantage of it, he can't figure out that I Chen Ming is also a full reader of poetry and books, and I will be great in the future, just throw him something and give him a favor?"

While scheming in his mind, Chen Ming was still complaining, and suddenly threw the bamboo slip on the ground and kicked it a few times.

Then he took the carving in his hand, gritted his teeth, and walked out of the room.

Outside the door is a small courtyard, although it is not big, but there is also a half-person high courtyard wall, obviously it was once a solid family, but the house is very dilapidated, it has not been repaired for a long time, the tung paint is mottled and peeled off, like the marks on the face of an elderly person.

The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of medicine, and the decoction was being fried in the kitchen on the west side, Chen Ming filtered out the liquid medicine and poured it into the porcelain bowl, and after pouring out the medicine residue, he took out a black stone bottle and carefully got some powder into it.

He took the porcelain bowl and walked to the more dilapidated house to the north, and smiled when he entered the door: "Daddy, the decoction is ready." ”

"Good boy, come, come here, let Daddy see you. ”

Chen Ming's father was lying on the bed, the quilt was sewn with straw in linen, he looked particularly bloated, his skeleton was wide, his shoulders were very broad, and he could see that he had a lot of strength when he was young, but now he was skinny and bones, and from time to time, he coughed up a disgusting bloody breath.

He called Chen Ming to the bed, drank the decoction under Chen Ming's service, smiled very comfortingly, and couldn't help but reprimand when he looked at Chen Ming: "Remember, don't associate with those fox friends and dog friends in the future, study well, and it's not too late to take the show again in the next county exam." ”

"The boy knows. Chen Ming said in a low voice.

"Don't worry about the Su family's affairs, when your father is well, go to him for your father to make it clear. ”

"Your illness will not be cured. ”

The voice was even lower, but at this time, Chen Ming raised his head and also pulled his hand from behind his back, and in his hand, on one side was hemp rope, and on the other side was his own carving.

"Good daddy, the child originally wanted you to euthanize, but the child doesn't have much time, and can't wait for you to be killed by a small dose of arsenic.

"Why?" Chen Xiaoyao looked incredulous.

But after a little thought, I immediately figured it out.

It turned out that he was getting seriously ill day by day, not because of the recurrence of old injuries, but because there was more arsenic in the boiled decoction, and it was Chen Ming who was eyeing his stepfather!

According to the law of Yao, if his father dies, the eldest son inherits the next title, if he does not die, Chen Ming will not be able to inherit the title, and if he cannot inherit the title, he will not be eligible to participate in the next county examination.

But why, why do you do this? Chen Ming is his own flesh and blood!

Staring at Chen Ming's very gloomy eyes, Chen Xiaoyao trembled, slowly spit out a breath, and suddenly laughed, laughing so much that he burst into tears.

He is such a son, he is loved and spoiled, and he doesn't take it to heart when he loses all his family property, Chen Ming eats Su Jiazi, drinks Su Jiazi, and pits Su Jiazi, he also knows that he only hopes that he will have the face to go to Youhu Mountain when he is dying, give Su Ang a compensation, and give his child a strong arm.

But why, why is this the case?

Putting the hemp rope at the head of the bed, Chen Ming took a step back, pinched and carved and said: "Father, I hope you can fulfill the child, with the words of carving, although the child will create alibi evidence, and in turn it will somewhat clear the possibility of the child committing murder, but the township is not a dry meal, and the child does not want to take risks...... So, use a rope and the child will help you tie it to the beams.

Don't blame the child, if you want to blame that Su nerd, he went to the county seat to discuss meritorious deeds, the child is afraid that he will come back to Xuanshui Township to find trouble, today's child, that is no self-protection power at all, you ...... Hehe, you don't want our Chen family to cut off the incense, right?"

After babbling a lot, Chen Ming's eyes became colder and colder, and the carving became tighter and tighter.

But Chen Xiaoyao just laughed, laughing so heroically that he seemed to see through the whole life in an instant.

"Father, then the child will do it himself. Chen Ming grabbed the carving and stepped forward.

But at this time, boom!

There was a sudden sound, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Chen Ming looked back and found that the courtyard door had been kicked open, revealing a face painted with green bamboo thorns like a sharp sword, which penetrated straight through the bottom of his heart.

"Sue nerd?"

Chen Ming screamed in fright and wanted to run away from the door, but found that Su Ang had already led someone to the door of the room, and hurriedly jumped to the bed.

"Don't come here, come again, come here again and I'll kill him!"

Chen Ming lifted Chen Xiaoyao up and slashed it across Chen Xiaoyao's throat.

"Severed hand!" Su Ang's voice was cold.

As soon as these words fell, I saw a firewood knife very mysteriously bypassing Su Ang's side, just in an instant, Chen Ming felt that his arm was light, and his right hand, even the carving in his hand, fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Su Ang strode forward, grabbed Chen Ming, and slammed it to the ground.

Bang, Chen Ming's head collided with the ground.

"Su nerd!"

Chen Ming, whose head was covered with blood, screamed in pain, touched his head and saw that his hands were full of blood, and he was about to scold when he opened his mouth, but at this time, Su Ang made up for it and stomped his head on the ground.

Boom!

There was another loud bang, and Chen Ming immediately lost his voice.

"Cutting is used to write articles, but you are used to kill your father?" Su Ang drew his sword.

"Su Jiazi, don't kill him, don't kill him in front of the old man......!

Chen Xiaoyao, who watched his son's hand cut off, only felt that the so-called 'seeing through life' just now was just an illusion, and he couldn't care about anything, just to save Chen Ming's life.

But Su Ang let out a long laugh, interrupted his words, and looked at him coldly: "You are Ren Xia with a fox mother-in-law? You killed eleven Western Chu soldiers when you were young, and you are a meritorious man? The black crown on your head was killed by you with your life?"

"Or, are you going to threaten the chief of this pavilion?"

"Yes, I, I'm going to threaten you, I'm going to be a hero in vain!"

Chen Xiaoyao opened his mouth with difficulty, and suddenly coughed up a piece of blood.