'Wu' two Ge stopped.

If there is no person who holds 'Ge', it is Wu.

When the fighting is stopped, one party is softened or annihilated, and the fighting naturally stops.

Whether it is 'martial arts', 'martial arts', or 'martial arts', they are just a method or person to resolve the struggle.

The so-called: strict teachers produce high apprentices, for disobedient and very smart apprentices who know gratitude, there is no more effective education method in the world than "sweet dates" and "sticks".

And Chun Lingzi is such an apprentice, he doesn't go to the house for three days, and he doesn't beat him for five days, but the two senior brothers always spoil him.

At the age of thirty, Chun Lingzi used moral articles as toilet paper, martial arts cheats to pad table legs, and Taoist classics to pillow under his head.

The messy truth is like a surging river, and the key is that you can't talk about him.

In a fit of rage, Gu Quantong threw Chun Lingzi to Chun Yuanzi, and then disappeared, life and death unknown.

Chun Yuanzi, who lived up to expectations, sure enough, made the little junior brother clearly understand what 'force suppression' was on the first day.

Dragging his bruised body, Chun Lingzi wanted to go down the mountain to hide, and when he passed by 'Hejiazhuang', he happened to meet He Sanqi and wanted to hire a martial arts teacher.

Pure Lingzi defeated the other competitors without much effort, and He Sanqi saw that Pure Lingzi was quite literary and talented, so he hired him.

And Chun Lingzi didn't have a corpse vegetarian meal this time, not only passed down the "Body Cutting and Forging Technique" that he had modified, which was also being studied by Chun Yuanzi, but even passed on the predecessor of his famous stunt "Three Swords of Falling Clouds".

"The swordman, the edge of the blade. The void and the reality are blurred, and the blood collapses. He Chengxuan stood in the wheat field, looking at the wheat that had not yet been harvested in his neighborhood, and muttered in a low voice about the teachings of Chun Lingzi back then.

Looking at the group of carriages and horses walking towards him on the small road in the south of the village, He Chengxuan took out a bloodstained cloth towel from his arms, and laughed at himself: "Being old and not dying is a thief, and in the end, force is better than morality, am I doing something wrong?" ”

He Chengxuan threw the cloth towel into the distance freely, leaned over and pulled out a crescent-shaped sickle inserted in the dirt.

At this moment, the farm tool that should be bladed on one side also shone with a cold glow on the back.

He Chengxuan took a deep breath, held his head high, and walked towards the ground with a resolute face.

"Second uncle, can this method really work?"

"Don't worry! Can your second uncle still lie to you? On the ox cart, Jia Fugui was dealing with Jia Quan while looking at the wheat field that had been harvested.

"He is a pretentious high-ranking family, if you don't force them into a corner, and want to marry someone else's daughter as a concubine, don't even think about it!" Jia Fu narrowed his eyes into a small slit and said with tears in his eyes.

"Second child, don't worry about it! With the eldest brother here, how dare he offend the officials? And turned against him? The young man dressed as the chief prince also persuaded on the side.

On the way here, someone who had already had good things told Jia Fugui about He Jizu's overnight wheat harvest, and Jia Fugui applauded, "Look at how kind the He family is, you are worthy of being a scholar, you said that you exchanged land with others, and they even cut the wheat for you, just waiting for you to go to someone's house to pull it!" Hahaha, good! What a good thing! ”

The sun was shining, the breeze brought up a little dust, and He Jizu bought a rooster from a neighbor's house for forty yuan.

"I only go home once a month, can the food on the mountain be as good as at home?" He Jizu casually twisted the neck of the rooster and handed it to Chu Xiangmei.

"The old man waited in Hejiazhuang last night, and he didn't even let the door in, it's past dinner, you go and call the old man back to eat together!" Chu Xiangmei patted the dust on He Jizu's body and said with some concern.

"The two children are also waking up, you can make a little noise when you cook, let them sleep more!" He Jizu instructed and went out again.

The so-called: filial piety, half soil, half son, upper soil and lower son, into the soil to send the end on the top, the inheritance of the generations below.

And obedience is obedience.

Just like He Feng, He Jizu rarely talks back to his father He Chengxuan, and is basically obedient.

Although the eldest son of the Jia family drowned back then, no matter how He Jizu asked others for help, he still ended up with a reputation of 'seeing death and not saving', and even the Jia family regarded He Jizu as an indirect murderer, and there has been constant friction for more than ten years.

Even if He Jizu knew that the Jia family's land exchange could not blame He Feng for failing the test, he also complained to some extent that he was not angry.

And He Jizu also knew that the matter of the Jia family's land exchange was just a reason, and the matter would not be solved as easily as his father said.

But He Jizu knew that if he came forward in this matter, it would only intensify the conflict, so he would remain silent and let his father come forward.

Not surprisingly, even though He Jizu was standing from a distance watching like the villagers, He Chengxuan still found him.

"Tomorrow, I will personally deliver the wheat to Jia's house!" After exchanging the title deed, He Chengxuan finally compromised.

And just when everyone in the Jia family relaxed their vigilance and wanted to gain an inch, a cold light swept through the neck of the leading prince with lightning speed, and before everyone could react, the cold light shone again.

He Chengxuan suddenly made a wrong step, and with his backhand upward, he cut Jia Fugui's throat.

Just when Jia Quan was stunned, He Chengxuan took an arrow step, and the sickle pierced his Adam's apple in an instant.

It wasn't until the sound of 'gurgling' and falling to the ground reached the ears of the rest of the dukes that they suddenly woke up, and the old peasant in front of them actually killed three people who were talking and laughing just now, including their captain Jia Mengchun.

"No grievances, no revenge, the old man doesn't want to kill you!" He Chengxuan's pupils shrank, and he pulled out the sickle on Jia Quan's neck with an indifferent expression.

Of the remaining three dukes, two were trembling and at a loss, and only one was calm, and his hand could still find the handle of the saber at his waist.

It's just that when he saw the blood-soaked sickle in He Chengxuan's hand and the blood stains that ticked on the ground, he hesitated.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers in the distance reacted, and someone shouted "Killing...... Kill people......", someone ran towards the village in panic.

There was only one person who ran in the opposite direction of everyone, "Dad! Tears welled up in his eyes and sprinkled on the way to run, his body still rushing forward.

"The horse stays."

The public who was retreating trembled and ran wildly in the direction of Jiajia Village.

He Chengxuan ignored the three fresh corpses that ran towards his son, and walked towards the stagecoach tethered to the ox cart.

"Dad, why are you doing this? You-"

"Shut up!" He Chengxuan interrupted He Jizu's panting emotion, and his face sank like water, "Your father is dead, and you see that it is already a corpse." ”

"Where are you going?" He Jizu pulled the reins and turned a deaf ear.

He Chengxuan raised his legs, found that he couldn't get on the horse, turned his head and said to He Jizu, "Help me get on the horse!" ”

He Jizu knelt on the ground, He Chengxuan stepped on He Jizu's back and stepped on the horse's back, "Chop the grass and eradicate the roots, I don't have much time." You don't have to get involved in this matter, just let your father play a little bit of residual heat for this family! Go back and tell Feng'er that if you can't study, forget it."

With a 'drive', the old horse raised his hooves and started, He Chengxuan was bumped several times and almost fell off the horse, but he still hugged the horse's neck, and finally only the dust raised by the horses on the rural road was left, and the three hot corpses in the field.

He Jizu didn't follow, and an old gentleman helped him up.

"He Lao Kou'er started hemoptysis half a year ago, and I recuperated him for a while, but it still didn't get better! Now that he has killed the only remaining male of the Jia family, he can be regarded as famous. Not only does it make you have one less enemy, but also let no one in your family dare to mess with it, your father is still calculated thoroughly! ”

The old man leaned over his body and looked emotional.

"This world? It's all caused by his mother's fame, what kind of bullshit recognizes his ancestors and returns to his ancestors? He Jizu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, choked and roared.

After the rooster was stewed, Chu Xiangmei kept half of it and brought the remaining half to the table.

"Eat, my mother keeps half of it for his father and son!" Chu Xiangmei lovingly stroked the top of He Feng's head, her face full of smiles.

"Mother, you eat too." He Ling obediently sandwiched a piece of chicken and sent it to Chu Xiangmei's bowl.

"Mother has eaten, and now she is not hungry, you two can eat!" Chu Xiangmei also touched He Ling's hair, which was also full of doting.

"Hey, by the way, mother, why did our family harvest wheat so early this year?" He Feng also sandwiched two pieces of chicken for Chu Xiangmei and asked casually.

"Adult's business, you haven't got a family, don't worry about it, when will you be self-reliant and start a family, there are still many things for you to worry about!" He Mu complained.

"Am I not working on it? I don't ask anymore, and every time I get into a house, I block me. He Feng said a perfunctory sentence a little superficially, but he still frowned.

"You! Don't look at your dad all day long as if someone else owes him money, in fact, everything is in his heart! This chicken was bought by your father, as long as you study hard and get ahead as soon as possible, it is better than anything else. When your brother comes back next year, he will marry another daughter-in-law, and your sister will get married, and you will be able to take another exam, and our old couple will be able to live a good life full of grandchildren......"

He Mu was still chattering softly, He Feng and He Ling were also shaking their heads and listening, and the atmosphere in the room seemed very warm.

"Aunt Liu next door said, next year I will find a mother-in-law who can eat chicken every day, and then you will come, well~ Call our father and mother again, we can eat meat every day!" He Ling muttered in her mouth, tilted her head and pouted, looking very longing and playful.

And He Feng's face gradually darkened, and there were some things he couldn't say.

Every time he goes home, He Feng can always feel a sad sense of guilt, compared to the days when the Taoist temple is rich in food and clothing, lazy and tasteless, he always feels as if something is missing?

Is it family affection? Or is it the obsession of wanting to give for others for free? Or is it the care hidden by the sharp words of the elders?

(End of chapter)