Jiang Kexin said: "Peng Xuan, you ride back to the city to bring a cart of steamed buns." Be quick! Peng Xuan responded and left. When the victims saw that Peng Xuan was leaving, they stopped him, and Jiang Kexin said, "He went to get steamed buns and distribute them to everyone." As soon as he said this, the victims asked Peng Xuan to leave, and then surrounded him again.

Jiang Kexin said: "The steamed buns will arrive soon, you wait patiently, it's cold and windy here, let's go into the house to avoid the wind!" Someone in the crowd shouted: "If you don't give steamed buns, you will never let them go." ”

"We are not afraid of the cold wind, will you still be afraid of the cold?" "You eat well and dress well, and you are reluctant to give a steamed bun?" "It's you parasites that make us wander around and be homeless." At this time, the crowd was surging, all of them glaring angrily, and some even clenched their fists, ready to fight hard.

Wang Shuqiu was a little worried and scared when she saw that the victims were raging and ready to move. For fear that the victims would lose their minds and rush forward. After waiting for a while, Wang Shuqiu's legs were numb, and she just wanted to find a place to sit. But the victims just didn't allow them to move. A gust of cold wind blew, and Wang Shuqiu hurriedly tightened the big jacket on her body.

Some of the victims shouted: "Why don't you have enough steamed buns, do you want to freeze us to death and starve to death?" With a "pounce", some of the victims fell, apparently due to hunger and cold.

Then someone shouted "steamed bread", and soon one after another, all the victims raised their arms and shouted: "Steamed bread, steamed bread, steamed bread!" The sound reverberated through the mountains and forests, and even the snow on the trees was shaken down. Everyone is passionate.

Cui Wuyuan held the hilt of the knife and stood tightly beside Wang Shuqiu. If the victims dared to violate her, they would draw their swords and kill them. In fact, Cui Wuyuan never wanted to kill these unarmed and uprooted victims.

They have become cornered, wandering around and living an inhuman life. He secretly prayed: those victims do not riot and hurt people, otherwise only God knows whether they will draw their swords or not.

Yu Wenjue stood in front of Wang Shuqiu and said in a low voice: "Miss Wang, don't be afraid. With me, I can't let them hurt you. Wang Shuqiu smiled secretly: Yuwen Gongzi is just a weak scholar, in the face of so many hungry people, I am afraid that even self-protection will be a problem, and he will protect me. At the same time, I can't help but feel a sense of relief.

Jueyu was also afraid that the group of victims would destroy the grass and trees, so he hurriedly asked Xiao Shami to bring the few steamed buns left in the temple and the vegetarian food that could be eaten.

After a period of scrambling, the food served was long gone. It was the men who grabbed the strength, and the old and weak women and children still didn't grab a little. Two or three more infirm men fell.

Those who didn't grab it shouted even more fiercely, and the stomach that was grabbed was not full, and they also shouted. Jueyu is not bringing food, but a fuse, which will explode at any time. There is nothing to be done about it, but it is just a blind reciting "Nan no Amitabha" in order to ask the Buddha to bless him from chaos.

Wang Shuqiu's face turned pale, and she stepped back step by step. Soon retreated to a hundred-year-old pine and cypress, and there was no way to retreat. And the others also followed Wang Shuqiu and retreated.

The victims were pressed forward step by step, and their expressions were very excited, as if they were ready to pounce on them like hungry wolves. Bihe and Zizhu hugged their heads and shook their heads, not wanting to see or listen.

Yang Tear looked very calm. She was poor, and she used to live a life of hunger and cold, and she didn't have a meal, and only she knew how she felt. They are just not uprooted, just like these hungry people are displaced and wandering around.

She was not afraid of these hungry people, because she had once belonged to the hungry people and lived an inhuman life. The aggressiveness of the hungry people in front of her reminded her of the cruelty of the villagers to her mother and daughter. So much so that her mother was burned alive, and this unforgettable pain always pierced her, making her angry and sad.

She even thought that one day she would be prosperous, and she must severely punish those villagers who had persecuted her mother and daughter, especially the murderer who burned her mother, and never let it go.

Jiang Kexin waved his hand as he retreated: "Wait, the steamed buns will definitely arrive." Where can those hungry people listen, chanting "steamed buns" while forcing each other step by step.

Jiang Kexin almost jumped up and hissed, "We are not steamed buns." Seeing that the hungry people did not stop, they couldn't help but exhale and said, "Hey! We don't owe you a lot of steamed buns. If you want to eat steamed buns, go buy them! ”

Someone among the hungry people shouted, "Kill this stinky!" With this call, all the hungry people rushed to Jiang Kexin. Jiang Kexin screamed, hugged his head and ran away, the Shaolin martial arts he usually practiced were useless.

Wang Shuqiu and others saw Jiang Kexin fleeing in embarrassment, being chased and beaten, screaming again and again. Cui Wuyuan stepped forward quickly, drew his knife and slashed at the left shoulder of a hungry man, only to hear him scream again and again, the knife was drawn, and blood was sprinkled all over the snow.

As soon as the hungry people saw that the other party had a sword, and one of them had been stabbed, the screams were incessant, and everyone couldn't help but shudder and retreated a few steps back. Jiang Kexin took the opportunity to run to Wang Shuqiu and the others, only to see that her hair was messy, her clothes were torn everywhere, and she looked very embarrassed, without any master's demeanor.

Bihe hurriedly put the cloak on her arm for Jiang Kexin, and also tied up her scattered hair. Wang Shuqiu stretched out her hand and held the frightened Jiang Kexin to show comfort.

The hungry people were so frightened by this knife that they did not dare to come forward for a while. Some people even had weak legs and trembled, and they didn't know whether they were scared or cold.

Cui Wuyuan stood on the ground with a horizontal knife, and blood was dripping on the knife. And he stared at the tiger, his eyebrows were upside down, and he stood majestically, his red cloak hunting in the wind.

When the hungry people saw him like a god, they looked at each other with fear. Cui Wuyuan secretly wondered: I don't know how long this threat can be stopped. At the same time, he regretted that he didn't bring the brothers of Jinyiwei, even if only two or three came, it could have a deterrent effect.

The two sides confronted each other in the bitter cold wind. On one side is a rabble of hungry people, and on the other side is a brocade-clothed guard with a single knife in his hand. Wang Shuqiu and the sisters snuggled up to each other and kept warm together.

Soon, several more of the hungry people fell. I don't know who shouted: "Everyone is together, he is only one person, what are you afraid of?" "A few young and stout men rushed in.

Cui Wuyuan knows very well that the gun shoots the first bird, and the thief captures the king first, and it is difficult to have a deterrent effect if he does not kill a hundred people. For the sake of the girls behind him, especially the county lord he protects, he can only be ruthless and conscienceless, and open his knife to the suffering poor.

With a loud roar, Cui Wuyuan descended the mountain like a tiger, jumped over, and swung away with a knife, "Click!" The hungry man who was at the front of the line suddenly lost his head, and blood burst out of his neck like a fountain. When the hungry people behind saw that the leader was dead, they were frightened and turned back and ran.

Cui Wuyuan's eyes were red, his hands couldn't stop, and a few ups and downs killed all these hungry people, and the snow was sprinkled with blood for a while.

Cui Wuyuan yelled: "Who else?" Wang Shuqiu closed her eyes, not daring to look at this cruel scene. Although Cui Wuyuan killed people to protect her, the people he killed were all desperate and weak victims! It's not a big traitor, thinking of this, I was sad for a while, and I almost cried.

The hungry people were stunned by this momentum, and no one answered for a long time. Suddenly, an old woman screamed, and flew to a dead young man, crying, "My son, you have died so miserably! After crying for a while, he pointed at Cui Wuyuan, looked at him with resentful eyes, and burst out with a sentence for a long time: "You executioner!" ”

All of a sudden, the hungry people cried out: "Executioner, executioner!" In an instant, all the hungry people shouted in unison: "Executioner, executioner, executioner!" When hundreds of people shouted like this, the earth shook the earth, and the momentum was stronger than the shouting of "steamed buns" just now.

The hungry people suddenly shared the same hatred of the enemy, and walked towards Cui Wuyuan arm in arm, all of them with fearless faces, replaced by indignation.

Looking at the hungry people with a rainbow of momentum, Cui Wuyuan was shocked, and today he knew that the power of the people is the most powerful in the world, unstoppable, and the most righteous. His hands trembled, his legs were a little weak, if he was facing many tigers, leopards and jackals, he was not afraid at all, but he was facing a people who were not cruel but very united and brave.

He wanted to give up resistance completely, because he felt that he was caught in the vast sea of people, and that he would be crushed at any moment. All exploiters will be defeated and will never turn over.

Wang Shuqiu was also shocked by the grandeur of this kind of unity, seeing death as home, and fighting against the evil forces to the end. She never dreamed that a group of weak people would have such a big spirit, which made people sigh.

Gradually, she felt small, a speck of dust, and the hungry people grew so tall that she could barely breathe.

Wang Shuqiu is a royal family, and she never understands the mentality of the poor people, and she can't understand the hardships and hardships of the public. Although she also suffered inhuman blows, she was also in pain to the point of suicide. But as long as she is not dead, she is still a royal family, she still enjoys privileges, she still has fine clothes and food, she still looks down on the poor people, at most she only has mercy on them, no, at most she is charity, like sending a beggar.

Because she felt that even if she was trampled again, she would still be high above the poor people, only looking down and not looking up. This time, she was completely pulled down from the status of the royal prince and noble, so that she realized that she was just an ordinary woman, but her fate was better than that of those hungry people. This little fire of pride was extinguished.