Bu Zheng searched for the slightest trace left on the ground, his delicate face became extremely ugly, his nostrils were spewing rough air, and the tips of his hair fluttering in the wind were like angry beasts at this time.

Even if the water of the great rivers is poured out, the anger in Bu Zheng's heart cannot be extinguished at this moment. He is obviously doing good deeds, but why is he being deceived in exchange? When doing good deeds has become a fallacy, this is not in line with the way in his heart. In his understanding, the wicked should be punished, and justice must be served.

He was determined to get to the bottom of what was counterintuitive, not to mention that his luggage was still in the hands of those people.

The robbers were in a hurry, and although they dealt with the traces along the way, a closer look could still reveal a route to the deep mountains and dense forests. Especially the robber who was wounded by himself, and every few steps he could find blood dripping from his body.

Walking along the bloodstains, before he knew it, Bu Zheng had walked into the depths of the mountain range. Looking up, the field of vision is full of mountains in all directions, the verdant canopy covers the sky and the sun layer after layer, the sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and sprinkles thousands of beams of light, stepping on the light spots on the ground, step by step without distinguishing the direction to the depths of the cloud ridge.

I don't know how long I walked, until the traces of escape under my feet were suddenly cut off, and a thin figure appeared in front of Bu Zheng's eyes. He carefully looked at the man who was pretending to be robbed, and it was only at this moment that he realized that this person was not very old, like a teenager, but his face showed a maturity beyond his age.

"Why didn't you run away?" Bu Zheng's face was gloomy like water, and two sharp eyebrows pointed obliquely at the sky seemed to tell his anger at the moment.

"Brother Zhuzi's blood can't stop flowing, I know you will definitely find it. ”

Bu Zheng chuckled and said, "So you're going to cut them off, do you think you can do it?"

The young man's expression was a little gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I know that I am no match for you, but if you want to pass from here, you must step over my corpse." ”

"Why lie to me?"

"We know we can't beat you, we can only lie to you. The boy replied in a very humble manner.

Bu Zheng was speechless, he changed his question and said, "I mean, why did you rob me?"

The young man's eyes suddenly widened, and he yelled at Bu Zheng: "You are a bad person, and all the people who come outside are bad people." ”

"Bastard!" the young man's gibberish gave way to the fire, and he shouted angrily, his figure moved instantly, and he grabbed the young man's neck. It's the bad guys out there, what kind of bastard is this?

The young man's face was flushed with suffocation, and he struggled to beat Bu Zheng on all fours. At this moment, the cultivator's keen perception made him feel that there was danger approaching behind him. While the other hand condensed the true qi and turned around and slapped it back, his eyes caught a glimpse of a five or six-year-old child, who was holding a short blade, closed her eyes, and stabbed herself with a stubborn face.

Bu Zheng was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and his palm might kill the child.

The short blade in the child's hand pierced Bu Zheng's shirt, leaching out a bright red ball of blood. The child who felt that he had been pierced slowly opened his watery eyes, and the first thing he saw was Bu Zheng's wound that kept oozing blood, and then raised his head to see Bu Zheng's face full of fierceness, his eyes widened and glared at her viciously, the child's mouth was deflated, and he sat on the ground and cried.

I wanted to scold my mother in a hurry, and I thought: I was the one who was stabbed and bleeding, and I haven't even cried yet, what are you crying for! It's as if I bullied you.

He let go of the young man in his hand and pulled out the short blade, fortunately, the little girl's hand strength was not very strong, and she had true qi to protect her body, but she only punctured a little skin injury, which was not serious.

The young man who broke away from Bu Zheng's clutches picked up the crying little girl and turned his back to Bu Zheng and comforted: "Xia'er is good, Xia'er doesn't cry, why did you come here? ”

The little girl cried heartbreakingly, and said inarticulately: "Brother Zhuzi said that you are fighting with bad guys, I'm afraid that you can't beat bad guys, and you will be bullied by bad guys, Xia'er wants to help you." ”

The young man helped the little girl wipe away her tears, patted her back distressedly and said, "It's okay, it's okay, the bad guy can't beat my brother, so my brother will beat the bad guy away, and Xia'er won't cry." The young man held the little girl in his arms, for fear that Bu Zheng, a bad guy, would do something wrong.

Bu Zheng couldn't help it, why was he a bad person? Originally, he was riding a horse, humming a song, in a happy mood, and he didn't recruit anyone and didn't provoke anyone. Suddenly, a few little bastards popped out to play themselves and snatch their horse luggage. I just came to find my own things, and now it seems like it's my fault, and I bullied them.

He kicked the boy and shouted, "Enough! Now my things have been deceived by you, I have been stabbed, and I am bleeding straight out, and you are slandering me with a bad person, you have deceived people too much." ”

Bu Zheng's face was full of grievances, if it weren't for the two children, he would have wanted to cry, it was too bullying.

Maybe the little girl's crying was too loud, and many people came up around after a while. The men looked haggard, none of their clothes were intact, and they were unkempt and miserable like beggars. They all looked at Bu Zheng with hostility, and each of them seemed to have two words written in their eyes, "bad" on the left and "people" on the right.

Just when Bu Zheng couldn't bear it anymore, a rickety old man with messy white hair walked out of the crowd on crutches, his body was thin, his gait was staggering, and he was so thin that a gust of wind seemed to blow him down.

He walked in front of Bu Zheng, his cloudy eyes carefully glanced at the Dao pattern on the chest of Bu Zheng's shirt and said: "It's the Xuandao pattern, the little old man went out to travel and saw this kind of Dao pattern when he was young, Gongzi is a disciple of Taixuanmen, Taixuanmen is famous, and the disciples of the sect are all responsible for eliminating violence and peace, and will never bully us these mud legs in the ravine, there must be a misunderstanding in today's matter, Gongzi please go to the house to drink a glass of water and explain in detail." ”

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A small cave was the shelter of this group of people, with no door to shelter from the wind and rain, no bed to sleep and warm up, a pile of hay spread on the ground, a few wild fruits to feed on, and the broken ones were not even as good as the nests of wild beasts.

The old man poured a glass of water with a bamboo tube and placed it on the stone platform in front of Bu Zheng. He sat across from Bu Zheng, his heavy eyelids drooping, looking very tired. He muttered, "Rural pariahs, poor at home, neglecting distinguished guests, please don't blame the son." ”

Bu Zheng picked up the bamboo tube and drank water, the water quality was clear and delicious, it should be spring water in the mountains. He asked, "Old man, why did you fall into such a situation?"

This sentence seemed to poke at the sore spot in the old man's heart. He let out a long sigh, his face sad and the wrinkles on his face seemed to droop deeper.

"We were originally mountain people who lived in this Sunset Mountains, and we have been living a self-sufficient and uncontested life for hundreds of years. Until a few days ago, a group of people suddenly came and asked us to hand over the treasures of the clan.

They searched the village and couldn't find what they were looking for, so they thought we were hiding. So they started killing people and forcing us to hand over the treasure. My eldest son just stepped forward to argue with them for a few words, and he was beheaded by the gangsters who led him!"

Speaking of the painful part, the old man couldn't help but tears kept flowing down, and his voice whimpered, and he was overwhelmed with grief. Listening to the old man's narration, a night intertwined with blood and fire appeared in front of Bu Zheng's eyes.

In order to find out the whereabouts of the treasure, treasure hunters threaten human life. Every half an hour, if you can't hand over the treasure, you kill someone. In order to survive, the Lieyang people launched a counterattack against this group of villains, but unfortunately the disparity in strength turned this battle into a one-sided massacre.

A thriving village with hundreds of people was wiped out of the world overnight. Only a dozen old and weak women and children escaped into the mountains.

Bu Zheng listened quietly and did not speak, and the water surface in the bamboo cup in his hand rippled layer by layer, as if telling the monstrous waves surging in his heart at this time.

"The beasts of the mountains are fierce, and we old and crippled people have no ability to find food. The little monkey went to the mountain road to cheat and rob people and goods in order to find us a bite to eat. If you offend, I hope that the son will forgive me. ”

The old man's hands trembled and wiped away his tears, and he apologized to Bu Zheng sincerely. He beckoned, and the boy named Little Monkey walked over with a green horse leading the steps.

The young man threw the reins to Bu Zheng, didn't even look at him, turned his head and left.

"Stop!" Bu Zheng got up and walked over to the little monkey and pointed to the horse's back, meaning why the luggage on it was missing.

The old man poked the ground with the cane in his hand and shouted sternly: "Little monkey, return the things to others." ”

The tattered young man raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of tears, and he pointed at Bu Zheng and shouted: "He injured Brother Zhuzi, Brother Zhuzi was seriously injured, maybe he will die, those things were exchanged for Brother Zhuzi's life, and they can't be returned to him." And we don't have anything to eat, so we're going to starve to death. ”

The old man sighed heavily and looked at Bu Zheng, who was the perpetrator of the attack, but had to touch his nose in embarrassment.

After going to see the situation of the pillar, Bu Zheng eased his injuries with his true qi. Standing at the mouth of the cave, Bu Zheng looked at the dozen or so poor people with a tragic fate, most of them were women, and the men only had a few and a half children left except for the old patriarch.

The long-term hunger had made their faces sallow, and their tattered clothes could not cover the deep and shallow wounds on their bodies, and they gathered together like a flock of terrified sheep surrounded by vicious wolves. It was dark on the day, and seeing the bleak appearance of this group of homeless people huddling together for warmth, Bu Zheng felt that he might be able to do something for them.