Yang Si Si returned home and looked at the uncleaned debris all over the ground, and his heart sank. In normal times, he would never leave the dirt on the ground until the evening, and with his sister there, he would always urge him to clean up his home earlier.

He lifted the broom and skilfully rubbed it against the ground, the pieces of the bowl rubbing and intermingling, making a ping-pong sound that annoyed him.

Suddenly, a flying knife swept past Yang Sisi's eyes, and a handful of bangs' hair was cut off by the waist, and fell to the ground silently, followed by Yang Sisi's heart was stunned, his legs involuntarily took two steps back, his hands sent force, and the broom fell in response.

Yang Sisi first looked around and tried to find the trace of the man, but to no avail, before he walked to the flying knife with peace of mind and carefully figured out the details.

The flying knife landed precisely on the wooden pillar on the side, and the word "death" was at the point. There is a letter at the tip, folded well, and the handwriting is not damaged, which shows that the skill of the comer is amazing.

What made Yang's pupils vibrate the most was the scribbled words on the note-

"Tomorrow at noon, the horses will startle, and the ponies will run and run."

Only Yang Si Si knew the meaning of this line. "The pony runs and runs" is what his father Yang Mingqing said when he was a child, and it is also the sentence that has the deepest influence on him.

Only Yang Sisi and Yang Mingqing knew this sentence, and even their sister had never heard it.

"Father······ Father? His hand trembled uncontrollably like a butterfly vibrating its wings, unable to hold the note firmly and let it sway to the ground.

Unbelievable.

His mind began to flood back and forth about that day.

He clearly remembered that day he and his sister were funeral for their father, and they saw his father's body in the coffin and buried by the two of them in the deserted cemetery behind Ma Jing'an.

Can that memory be fake? My sister is crying so much that the pear blossoms bring the rain, can there be a vacation? Could it be that even your own eyes can see a fake? Why! But now the handwriting appeared in front of him, and the memory that had been hidden reappeared.

The corners of his eyes were slightly red, his voice was a little choked, and he kept muttering the word "father", but his body collapsed weakly on the ground, ignoring the dirt.

Early the next morning, Yang Sinian woke up from bed in a daze, with two shallow tear stains in the corners of his eyes. Next to the pillow is the "Little Divine Power" given by Mr., not a page has been read, or he can't calm down to read any book, even if it is a peerless classic.

Ignoring how to dress up, he staggered out of the room with a sloppy outfit in tow. Even the book of "Little Magical Power" was left on the pillow, and he ran towards Mr. with all his strength.

The gentleman's study had not yet opened, so in a hurry, he set up a book and stuffed it into the crack of the door—it was a letter asking for leave.

Then he hurriedly ran towards Ma Jing'an.

When I arrived at the Majing Nunnery from the school, it was already noon.

There was no one around.

Only the weeds all over the ground and the lightning strike wood that had long since rotted and withered were split in an inverted herringbone shape, and the surface of the tree was yellow like dry bones.

This place was abandoned long before Mr. came to teach in Qingshui County, and now it is seventeen years old. As for why my father's grave should be placed here, it stems from Yang Mingqing's words.

"If I pass away from the world, I'm afraid that only Ma Jing'an can accommodate me."

"I didn't expect to be back here so soon." He sighed softly, straightened his chest, and took a closer look at his surroundings.

The house was dilapidated, with a large hole in the bricks and tiles of the roof, the eaves were almost shattered, and the statue of the Buddha in the nunnery was only half a head, and its pupils were still closed, like a god who had passed away.

The wall behind the Buddha statue has long been broken into a hole, and the sky light shines in from the outside, and the inner room is transparent.

Yang Si Si walked through the hollow and went all the way to the deserted cemetery behind the nunnery and found his father's grave.

The soil on the ground was newly dug up, and there were human footprints on the side of the tombstone, which were no more than the footprints of a few adults, and the traces of the footprints were disorderly, and the soil was soft, and it was obvious that someone had moved their hands and feet.

Yang Sinian's face turned pale, and he felt at a glance that someone had dug the grave. This is his father's grave!

He clenched his fists and frowned, but then after a flash of light, his anger turned to murderous intent, and someone ambushed him here.

The knife slashed through his brow again, but this time it made a deep cut, and blood slowly spilled and fell down the bridge of his nose.

Seeing three people walking out, one was well-dressed, but with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, and a pompous smile, as if a jackal was appreciating his prey, he was Wang Huai, the county commander of Qingshui County. The person next to him was dressed gracefully and luxuriously, wearing a big red leather jacket, and kneading a jasper ring in his hand.

The one in front of the two was dressed simply, the clothes of the yamen guards, and he was holding three flying knives in his hands, and it was he who attacked just now.

"If you do such an unreasonable thing, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?" Yang Si scolded loudly, he couldn't resist the killing intent in his heart, picked up the flying knife not far away and was about to turn around and kill the three people.

However, his speed was still extremely slow, and before his hand touched the flying knife, he watched the second flying knife in the guard's hand pierce his palm, and the pain was unbearable.

Blood quickly dripped from the palm of his hand, wetting the originally withered yellow weeds, revealing an inch of red.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Yang Si Si desperately pull out the flying knife from the palm of his hand, and after a heart-piercing pain, he ran towards the three of them with a hideous face, vowing to eliminate the evil and seek justice for his father.

"Whew-"

Before Yang Si came back to his senses, he saw a knife across the front end of his Adam's apple, a few feet away, and he could kill himself if he was not careful. And the flying knife that he had just clenched so hard had long since disappeared, but his right hand was still bleeding.

"Dog mongrel! I want your life—" Before Yang could finish speaking, he fell into a coma after a sharp pain in his back, and lay on the ground without warning, losing consciousness.

The county commander Wang Huai sighed, and hurriedly showed a flattering smile to the Hubu Shangshu on the side, bowing his head and waist, like those shameless dogs in the county.

"My lord, this is the boy I am talking about, this grave must have been dug by him, and the body must have been hidden by him. Later, when you go back to the Yamen, you just need to sit there and drink tea, and you will be in charge of the torture, and you will definitely give it to you, and ask for it! ”

Hubu Shangshu Zuo Moshu turned around disdainfully, beckoned the guard to take Yang Sinian back to the yamen, and said dissatisfiedly: "You'd better ask something, otherwise, you let me and my subordinates travel thousands of miles to get here, you know their temperament, and you also know your identity." ”

Wang Huai was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the little one will definitely give you a satisfactory answer." ”

Seeing that Zuo Moshu walked towards the official car that had just arrived in the distance without looking back, Wang Huai breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a disgusting look, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Zuo Moshu turning his head and looking at him again, and his face immediately returned to the previous flattering appearance, like a chameleon.

"By the way, this kid, what's it called?" Unexpectedly, this Lord Shangshu of the household department just asked this inexplicable sentence.

"This ······ Back to my lord, his name is Yang for four years. But in his heart, he secretly thought that the nobleman forgot things, and he had only told him his name and surname before a stick of incense.

"Well, let's go."

Wang Huai didn't know what this Shangshu was drumming up, but he silently decided in his heart that one day, if he was in a high position, he would definitely treat those idle people under him as ants, and no longer have to bow his head to others, so embarrassed.

After a stick of incense, there was a woman in a purple mink coat on the barren cemetery behind Ma Jing'an, with a beautiful appearance, a long sword with a purple scabbard around her waist, slowly attached to Yang Mingqing's grave, her eyes rolled, and she suddenly saw a pool of blood not far away, so she walked to explore the details.

"It seems that he has finished it, but he has suffered the young man, who is the same year as me and has to bear such cause and effect. Alas, it's really merciless. She shook her head and sighed lightly, and said secretly: Okay, let me take half of this cause and effect, and I should repay the favor.

Mr. had already read the letter written by Yang Sinian, and pinched his fingers to find out Yang Sinian's disaster today, and he was about to go out, but was stopped by Qi Xuantong, the fortune teller who rushed over.

"Yo, the teacher who has never asked about officialdom also wants to get involved?" Qi Xuantong's collar was open, and he was holding his long curled beard, looking like a hanger.

Fang Baicao took another step unhurriedly, stepped over the threshold, and walked straight towards Qi Xuantong.

"Hmph, why didn't you break into this cause and effect that shouldn't have come when you half-stepped into the saint? And the face to say about me? ”

I don't like to hear that. Guess who this person is who is in cause and effect? It's not that stinky boy, it's his sister! That day, I calculated that her sister actually had a hexagram in the world, this luck, this qualification, you say, is it shocking? ”

Qi Xuantong stopped in front of Fang Baicao, still holding his beard, his expression calm and idle.

"Did your heavenly trigram calculate Yang's destiny for four years? I am afraid that the deduction of his sister's destiny will cost you a hundred years of Taoism, and you are here to stop me, it should be to block Yang's luck for four years, so as to resolve the legacy of the last cause and effect. The abacus is good, but have you ever thought that even if I don't make a move, it should be his, and it will still be his. The gentleman wanted to leave, but was still stopped by Qi Xuantong.

"You don't have to worry about that, if you break into this cause and effect, it will only get more and more out of control. Let's stay here with peace of mind. Hehe, let's still get along, what's the matter, don't you invite me in to catch up? ”

Fang Baicao slowly stretched out his hand hidden in his sleeve, there seemed to be an invisible qi in it, and the surrounding fallen leaves suddenly rose without wind.

Seeing this, Qi Xuantong hurriedly took a step back, showing the posture of starting a war, but said, "Don't mess around!" Why, do you want to do it with me here? As for it? Tsk, I warn you, once we do it, how many people in this county will die. ”

Fang Baicao raised his hand again, slowly fell under his beard, stroked it, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, don't be nervous, I'm just brushing my beard, what, you shouldn't be afraid of me, right?" ”

"Who, who is afraid of you, you have a bad stomach, if I don't guard against you, I will be killed by you one day. Okay, okay, old Fang, let's go, it's rare for me to come, don't drink, just take a sip of your good dragon beard tea, don't mind? ”

"Well, there are indeed people who will bear his cause and effect. Let's go, but you give me a good look at your hands, don't touch my things, otherwise, my temper, you know. Fang Baicao turned around and returned to the school, but it was a message to Lin Jiangbie, who was practicing in the other courtyard.

"Yang has been in trouble for four years, I have no time to move with one person, and you will save people for me. Hurry up and go to the Yamen! ”