The first meeting of the two sides, the people of Wuyu regretted it, why did they have to accept the task of the pit father, from Zhongzhou to come to this wild place without any difficulty, but now they want to die here.

It's not a fight, it's a naked bullying. Flat poles, wickers, and hoes came head-on, obviously they had seen the trajectory of coming, and drew their swords to block them, but every time they were phantoms, and then they fell from their horses with a solid blow on their faces, and they couldn't fight back at all, and these villagers only slapped people in the face.

Whether you talk about morality or not, you don't hit people in the face, Diao Min, all of them are Diao Min.

Seventh, you are deaf, how do I usually teach you, slap him in the face, who told you to kick him in the stomach.

Who's in it, take the fight seriously, what are you doing pulling someone's pants there. What about you, don't you listen, do you, and pull it out? Lao Tzu beat you.

Old Five, look at your Uncle Xing, he still has injuries on his body, don't be lazy for me there, I will not fight you if I see you, you will not fight if you lie down 7, you will get out of work for me.

The one who was called the fifth child hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Okay, you can rest assured, Uncle Xing will definitely be intact." After speaking, he came out of the shade of the tree and muttered in a low voice: "I was found as soon as I sat down, how good it would be to find a shade on this hot day, I have to come out and beat someone, you see that the face is swollen, and he may not be able to recognize it." ”

As he spoke, he slammed his shoulders on the face of the man in black who had just fallen off his horse and was about to run away. After that, he lowered his head and said to the person who was lying down: "Don't blame me, you heard what our village chief said just now, and I can't help it, if I don't hit you in the face, the village chief should hit me in the face when I go back." ”

Before he finished speaking, the inner man who was lying down fainted, and he didn't know whether he was ruthless or angry. In short, Lao Wu pulled twice to see that the person didn't get up, touched his snort, and left without breathing.

"With such a full day and such thick clothes, you see heat stroke. Lao Wu said to himself while looking for Uncle Xing.

The overwhelming advantage, the people in the neatly formed fog and rain have been beaten to cry daddy's crying daddy, shouting mother's shouting mother. They knew the end from the time they didn't see how the leader fell, but the people in front wanted to turn their horses around and run, and those behind who didn't know the situation were still rushing to kill. was ruthlessly slapped in the face by the villagers, and the scene was chaotic.

The person who had just been beaten down by a wicker whip with four drops of mist and rain was still grieving how it was himself, a star flashed next to him, and the soft sword drank blood The soft groan came into his ears, and he didn't understand what was going on, and the brother who was one step away from him had already fallen to the ground with his hands clutched to his throat, and the person had lost signs of life, and the blood was still gurgling outward between his fingers. Only then did I rejoice that it was only wicker that was pumped in my face.

When I looked down, I found that my heart had spurted hot blood, as if it had been scorched by the sun, and I had fallen to the ground before I felt the pain. At the same time as he fell to the ground, Xingmu chased after his colleagues who had fled outside.

The same scene kept appearing in the eyes of the foggy rain who had not had time to escape, but had a blue nose and swollen face. The stars are compressed from the outside to the inside. Those who are still alive either faint to death, or shrink towards the villagers in the inner circle with the slaps in the face of wicker, flat poles, and hoes. At this moment, he felt that the eyes of this group of Diao people were so friendly. Although the means are a little vulgar, but in fact, it is quite friendly when you think about it, it's just a little hot on your face, it's not a big deal.

The stars continued to shrink, and the village chief commanded unscrupulously under the trees, and this one-sided war gradually came to an end. Only a small number of people who did not have time to escape or were smoked by the villagers survived on the field.

The sword was still singing the song of asking for his life. Running towards the throat of the enemy standing in the field. Seeing the blood spurting from the throat of the brother in front of him and slowly falling, the misty rain had already given up the long sword in his hand, closed his eyes and waited for the call of death. The sword groaned in his ears, and the newcomer who had just been selected by a high-ranking and decisive fog and rain curtain because of his excellent performance had not had time to enjoy the rights given to him by the organization, and the first task had not been completed, and his life was ended.

The moaning continued, and the young man in black did not feel any pain or the loss of donated blood. It's just that the killing machine locks on itself and makes itself breathless. Let yourself let go of all illusions and hopes, and think of my hometown and still waiting for my infant child and wife at home. By the way, the child's name hasn't had time to pick up yet, so I'll talk about it when I come back from this mission.

It's a pity, if you don't even know your child's name, you're going to die, why do you have to give up your pen and follow Rong, how good it is to take a fame test. The ideal ambition of bullshit, it's all over.

Is this what death feels like? It's the first time I've experienced it. I really wanted to see what I looked like before I died, but I didn't dare to open my eyes. Let's take a look, otherwise I don't even know how I died, and it would be embarrassing to be asked.

The man slowly opened his eyes, the tip of his sword coming to a halt just a stone's throw from his throat. The man looked inexplicably at Xingyi, who was holding the sword, full of puzzlement.

The seventh uncle, who had been closing his eyes and chanting scriptures under the tree, stood up and said: "Forget it, I know that you have been wronged, people have been killed, and the anger is almost out, forget the rest, they are all small characters, let them go." ”

Xingyi looked at the fog and rain who was still standing on the field. I looked back at the old man's back. He threw down the soft sword in his hand and followed.

At the moment when the sword fell to the ground, the person in front of the sword was also kneeling in front of the sword with his legs paralyzed. As if thanking the sword, thanking for the grace of not killing. Repentance, repentance of one's previous mistakes.

The man with the sword is gone, and the sword is still groaning unyieldingly! It is whispering for the silence of its master! It is silently mourning for the souls of the dead. The soul is gone, and the sword intent is still there.

The blood on the ground has dried up under the scorching sun, and the remaining fog and rain are surrounded by the people in the village, with blue noses and swollen faces, listless, and no longer have the attitude of being the first in the world. After all, the toughness in the village is cultivated at a young age and has been passed down from generation to generation. These people were only attached to the day they joined the fog and rain, and this naturally cannot be compared.

The village chief came over and coughed two sentences to prepare a lecture: "Bullying you, that's because you should bully, it's not that we are idle." As for slapping you in the face, I let you do it, and one is to let you remember it for a long time, so that you don't cause trouble everywhere. In one, it's more cool to slap someone in the face. They are used to being bullied by me in the village, and it is good for the body to come out to find you out, otherwise I am afraid that they will be sick after a long time.

I'll apologize to you for this, but it doesn't matter if you accept it or not, but I'm a civilized person, and apologies must be the way to go. You can rest assured that we never kill in our village, so we will let you all go home later. In the future, you will all have to be like me, both civilized and humble. Got it.

The living looked at the corpse of his companion on the ground with a sword to seal his throat, and he really believed that the village chief's non-killing was really true.

By the way, you have to keep the things we like, and after beating you for a long time, you have to give us some hard money, right?

Alright, that's all for today. A few of you will clean up the ground, and the rest of you will take your things and follow me back to the village. In the evening, gather at the threshing floor to set up wine. After the village chief finished speaking, he picked up Xingyi, who was still on the ground, and the sword also walked towards the path where the seventh uncle walked.

The survivors breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave. The feeling of escaping death made them know the beauty of life.

"Stop" Who let you go, the heart that had just been put down was lifted again, and he looked at the old seven who spoke.

A few of you who can move and those who can't move next to you, get up and bury your brother for me, and then clean and clean the place, and cover up all the blood for me. If you are bullied, you have to look like you are being bullied. I want to leave without cleaning up the scene. I'm going to go out and hang out in the future.

"You killed me directly, and I won't do it anymore. ”

"Oh, stop, stop fighting, I'll bury it now, bury it now. After a beating and kicking, the rest of the people no longer had any opinions, and went to bury the bodies of their brothers and sisters.

Hurry up, hurry up, don't grind, I have to go home for dinner before dark. Lie on the ground, don't play dead for Lao Tzu and get up for me quickly. Or I'll bury you now.

Yes, wipe the blood from the ground for me.

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The sun, which had ruthlessly robbed the water for a day, gradually became less dazzling and gentler, the light became dim, making people no longer hot and dry, and the occasional breeze also made people feel much more comfortable. The breeze lifts up the willow trees, and the birds return to the forest. Peace and serenity were restored again. As if nothing had happened during the day, the village continued to be filled with men and women weaving, with yellow hair hanging down, enjoying themselves.

The moon is in the sky, the stars dot the night sky, the weather at night is very pleasant, the bright moonlight sprinkles the earth, spread in the whole sleepless village, the night is still a little cool. A bonfire was lit in the open space of the threshing floor, and the open space was crowded with men, women and children, and the smell of wine was overflowing. The people of the village came here to welcome the two of them. Laughter and laughter, no absence.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors. The men were drinking wine in twos and threes, boasting about their glorious deeds in the past. The women were busy cleaning up the leftovers that had just been reported. Children were playing on the side. But he didn't say a word about what happened during the day.

Xingyi, the village chief, the seventh uncle, and some of the older seniors in the village sat together and chatted. The well-fed Ye Xiao has been leaning on his grandfather's arms like a dream. Xing said to the village chief with a worried face: "Those people who let go during the day will definitely regroup and come back to take revenge, although the skills in the village are extraordinary, but they will definitely come with a large army next time, they are too strong and the village is not in danger to defend, brother, let's avoid the limelight for the time being, right?"

"Little things, little things. The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth. You don't have to worry about it, old star. ”

It's just that the rain department is in the court, and the princes of the world are in charge, and they have the authority to transfer troops, not to mention that now the Xingyu Pavilion is in the hands of that thief. We have to guard against it.

Rest assured, they will never find it here.