The rain became heavier and heavier, as if to cleanse the filthy world of light and smoothness.

This rain is not like a spring rain, it is too intense. The old Taoist priest helped the brocade-clothed young man out of the dark room, looked at the young man's eyes, and wondered, "How could your eyes be injured by sword qi?" ”

The young man in brocade originally told the matter aside, and the old Taoist priest listened to the young man in brocade in silence, and slowly spoke, "This matter cannot be easily decided, it is impossible for the Deng family to slaughter the Bian family for this matter......

The young man snorted coldly and said: "Deng Yu prides himself on being a famous teacher, but he is actually a villain with a small belly and chicken intestines......"

The little girl stood in the doorway, looking at the rain curtain thoughtfully.

The old Taoist priest laughed at the paranoid words of the brocade-clothed young man, helped him to the bed, and said softly: "You have a good rest first, and when the rain stops, I will take you to the Deng Family Sword House, whether it is true or false will be clear when the time comes......"

The brocade-clothed boy was lying on the bed, and after a long time, he asked Yoyo, "Grandpa, can I still see with my eyes?" ”

The old Taoist priest who was standing at the door with the little girl turned around and smiled gently: "Don't worry, there is a little girl, there is nothing wrong with this little injury."

The little girl glanced at the old Taoist priest, and was a little unhappy with his words about packing tickets for herself without her consent: "Old man Zou, you treat me as an immortal?" ”

The old Taoist priest grinned and begged, "Auntie, you should be merciful and save him!" ”

The little girl put away her smile and said with a serious face: "I can only try my best, as for whether it can be cured, it depends on his creation."

The old Taoist priest saw the little girl's serious expression, knew that she was not joking, and sighed lightly: "Why is it raining so much......

The old Taoist priest and the little girl stood at the door, looking at the rain curtain and were silent for a long time.

After a while, the sound of the teenager's even breathing came from the bed.

The old Taoist priest said softly: "What kind of sword is it, it has such a powerful sword qi?" ”

The little girl frowned slightly, fell into deep thought, obviously didn't know what kind of sword it was, and after a long time, she spoke, "Old man Zou, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure I can cure his eyes......"

The old Taoist priest should have known about it a long time ago, and he was not surprised, and sighed lightly: "It depends on his creation......

"Do you want to take him as an apprentice?" The little girl asked seriously.

The old Taoist priest was noncommittal and did not answer, and only the breathing of the brocade-clothed young man remained in the house.

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Huang Teng stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the rain on the eaves with a line on his face.

Fang Caitong's shopkeeper's words made his heart ripple. It's not that he really thinks about his career, but he has doubts about the way of the saint again.

In troubled times, people's hearts are not ancient, and the way of etiquette and music can restrain gentlemen, but they can't control swordsmen.

The Zhou Dynasty has long been destroyed, the vassal states for their own interests, open and secret fighting, do everything, conspiracies and tricks are prevalent, long ago no longer advocate benevolence, Zhou Tianzi succumbed to the Eastern Capital, living is not as good as a flat-headed people, he is still insisting on the foundation of benevolence, is there any meaning?

Huang Teng stood like a statue for a long time, except for the endless rain curtain, no one could solve his puzzles.

Perhaps, many things can only be found by yourself, even if it takes a lifetime!

Huang Teng turned around and walked to the bed and sat down, poured a glass of wine, and drank it alone.

The hundreds of corpses in the day came to mind, those innocent people, they didn't know what they were doing when they were dying, what they desperately defended was just a trace of conscience in their hearts, but what was the use of this?

The State of Chu had abandoned them a long time ago, and it was impossible for the State of Qin to believe them, they died too desolate to have any meaning! Huang Teng has pity on those who have died, but also for himself. No matter how hard he worked in the past two years, Qin Guo still believed in the sword in his hand after all, and did not believe in him as a local official.

Huang Teng was lost in thought, and did not notice anyone entering his bedroom.

"Lord Huang, haven't you rested so late?" Ying Shaohan walked opposite Huang Teng and sat opposite each other.

Huang Teng hurriedly got up and arched his hand: "Childe, why haven't you rested yet?" ”

"I can't sleep, I see that the lights are still on here, so come and take a look" Ying Shaohan turned over a wine glass from the desk, picked up the wine jug and filled it for himself, and filled Huang Teng's wine glass, and then said: "Is Lord Huang worried about the hundreds of people in Nanyang?" ”

Huang Teng raised his head and saw the serious gaze of the prince of Qin State, and said with sincere fear: "Son, forgive me, the lower official..."

Ying Shaohan saw the nervous Huang Teng, and said with a smile: "Lord Huang doesn't have to be nervous, I'm not here to ask about the guilt, I'm talking to Lord Huang", Ying Shaohan drank all the wine in the cup, looked at the respectful Huang Teng and said, "Relax...... Lord Huang, do you think I'm a ruthless, fierce and cruel person? ”

Huang Teng lowered his head and did not answer.

"You must think so. I don't blame you, because many people think that I am such a person, including myself sometimes I feel that I am such a person" Ying Shaohan filled the wine glass again, and continued: "Confucius once said, 'If you are not in your position, you will not seek your government', I was born in this position, if I am not ruthless, I can't live, why don't I want to be a carefree person, I hate only to be born in the Qin royal family, and I have no right to choose."

Huang Teng raised his head and looked at Ying Shaohan, who was a little depressed, and moved his lips without making any sound.

"You are a disciple of Confucianism, and you always think that in this troubled world, people are all self-inflicted, if everyone is kinder, more polite, and more benevolent, you can be peaceful. I don't deny your point of view, but times have changed, and now everyone has selfishness, these things are no longer suitable, and if you are weak, you can only be beaten, how many beatings has my Qin State suffered? How many people died? Ying Shaohan stopped taking a sip of wine, looked at the serious Huang Teng, smiled and continued:

"We are now a little ruthless, a little more ferocious, and after the six countries of Shandong are all wiped out, after the unification of the Spring and Autumn Continent, the world is peaceful, and we can have the opportunity to talk about benevolence, and we can also practice Confucianism, now if we adopt your theory of benevolence and love for the world, what awaits us is to be annexed by other powers, so, you have to understand me!"

Huang Teng looked up at Ying Shaohan, bowed down, and said in a low voice: "The lower official is ignorant, and he blames the son...... wrong."

Ying Shaohan laughed, raised his glass, and said loudly: "Nanyang needs adults, and fighting needs to be ferocious, but governing the county still needs the benevolence of adults, Nanyang will have to rely on adults in the future, I salute adults for a glass, and I ...... done."

The two drank it all, looked at each other and smiled!

"Lord Huang, I have to trouble you to go to the Wan family to appease the Wan family, and also tell the people of Nanyang that as long as you abide by the laws of the Qin State and stop doing this rebellion, my Qin State will not treat them badly" Ying Shaohan said solemnly.

"Please rest assured, this is the duty of the lower officials, the lower officials will definitely appease the people of Nanyang, and this kind of thing will never happen again in the future" Huang Teng was suddenly full of confidence, and the previous doubts suddenly dissipated invisibly.

Ying Shaohan smiled and nodded, stood up and said, "It's not too early, Lord Huang should rest early!" ”

After speaking, he walked out of Huang Teng's bedroom, walked to the door and turned around with a smile: "Lord Huang's political achievements in Nanyang are obvious to all, and when I return to Xianyang, I will definitely report to my father Huang Daren's political achievements in Nanyang."

Huang Teng was deeply stunned and watched Ying Shaohan walk away.

In the early morning of the next day, Huang Teng stepped on the wet soil and walked out of the county guard yamen.

After the spring rains, the flowers and trees are full of life.

Huang Teng went out from the north gate of Nanyang City and went straight to the Wan family at the northern foot of Funiu Mountain.

On the mountain road at the southern foot of Funiu Mountain, a donkey cart walked slowly towards Wollongong, halfway up the mountain. The car was driven by Zou Laodao, and there was a little girl named Xiao Yao and Bian Tai'an, the young master of the Bian family, sitting in the car.

After walking for a while, the mountain road became steeper, the old donkey couldn't pull the car, the stubborn hooves stopped drying, humming and panting, lying down on the road, no matter how the old Taoist priest drove away, he just refused to move another step.

The old Taoist priest shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, looked at the little girl in the car and smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I can only walk......

The little girl glared at the old Taoist priest, and said angrily: "Old man Zou, I didn't say you, you are really useless......"

The old Taoist priest smiled and did not refute.

The Deng family's sword house was empty, and there was no one.

After looking around, he found nothing, and the old man was puzzled.

The three of them, who had not found anything, returned the same way, met a woodcutter who had gone up the mountain to collect firewood, and after inquiry, they learned that the Deng family had died.

"All dead?"

The three of them couldn't help but wonder, if they want to say that the Bian family was slaughtered by the Deng family, how did the Deng family die?

The young man in brocade trembled and said, "Grandpa, who killed the Deng family?" ”

The old Taoist priest looked at the brocade-clothed young man and said, "I don't know ......."

The little girl asked, "What now?" ”

The old Taoist priest thought for a moment and said, "Go to the Wan family, maybe they can know what happened!" ”

The three of them rushed to Wan's house again, and when they went up the mountain, they passed by Huang Teng, the guard of Nanyang County, Huang Teng found that the brocade boy in the car was very familiar, and he didn't remember where he had seen it for a while, and he turned around and left after watching the donkey cart go away.

There are only old and weak women and children left in the Wan family, and the head of the family and the young adults in the house all died in the Bian family.

Walking out of Wan's house, the old Taoist priest asked with some doubts: "Tai'an, do you remember what happened at your house the night before?" ”

Bian Tai'an didn't know why, and said in a low voice: "I heard shouts outside, and my mother told me that the Deng family had come in and asked me to hide in the dark room and not come out, and I don't know what happened after that."

Seeing that Bian Tai'an didn't seem to be in a panic, the old Taoist priest looked at the little girl, and he had no idea for a while.

After a while, Bian Tai'an suddenly thought of something and said, "Grandpa, I remember that after a long time, there seemed to be a lot of people in my house, they seemed to be moving things, and I seemed to hear the sound of armor colliding......

"Armor?" The old man was shocked.

"It should be, they don't speak Nanyang dialect, it sounds like Qin Chinese dialect......" Bian Tai'an added.

"So the Deng family killed the Bian family, and the Wan family who came later killed the Deng family, and finally the Wan family was also killed by the Qin army?" The old Taoist priest muttered, then thought for a moment, and then said to himself: "Impossible! I didn't find Qin Jun's spirit in your yard! And where did Bian Wuchang, Deng Yu and the spirits of the Wan family head go? ”