In just one day's work, the warm and comfortable ancient house in the eyes of Qi Nu'an became a ruin, and some black gas rose from the broken ruins, and was quickly extinguished by the coolness of autumn.

The courtyard of the ancient family, which was still smiling the day before yesterday, resounded in the sky today.

"Go away!"

Qi Nu'an stumbled forward, pushed Qin Xian away, and held Gu Hao in his arms.

Suddenly broke down and cried, from his throat and from his chest came the saddest cry in the world, "Dad! ”

The cry echoed in the night, and no one responded for a long time.

Watching the blood flow all over the ground and her body gradually cold, she knew that the one would use old-fashioned jokes to make herself happy when she was sad; The one who will always want to show off his youthful face on his birthday; The father, who always called her and smiled kindly and kindly, never came back.

She looked at her husband with tears in her eyes and pleaded, "Sir, save my father, sir, please!" ”

Qin Xian raised her hand to wipe her tears, and reached out to comfort the girl.

The girl suddenly twisted her body and broke away, and with one free hand, she grabbed the sand, sawdust, and gravel on the ground and smashed it frantically at Qin Xian, "Why! Why? Is Daddy bad for you? Why did you kill him! ”

Seeing this situation, Song Qian was just about to walk over, but was stopped by Mo Qijia, shook his head and said, "Don't go, we can't help Brother Qin." ”

"I asked him to kill him." Zhang Jian sighed and said softly.

Qi Nuan staggered to his feet, his dress covered with blood, and muttered, "Why is this?" Mr? ”

Cheng Qiu put his hand on his forehead, turned to leave, and muttered: "I can't see this, it's boring, I'll go back." ”

Zhang Jian said calmly: "Because he is a murderer." ”

Qi Nu'an looked at Zhang Jian, and then at Qin Xian and said: "Didn't Mr. testify for his father during the day, is it the malicious slander of the Xian family, why do you say such things now!" ”

"Gu Hao is the murderer who slaughtered the people of Yuanren Village." Zhang Jian couldn't bear it, but he still spoke.

"You talk nonsense! Whatever you say, you are what you are! Qi Nu'an laughed bitterly, and his hand, which had been scratched by the gravel just now, and the scarred hand held Zhang Jian's arm and asked.

Zhang Jian was silent.

Qi Nu'an's eyes suddenly sharpened, let go of the hand holding Zhang Jian, and began to look around, after looking for a long time, he pulled out a pair of tongs from the ground, pounced on Qin Xian, and said fiercely: "Kill people to pay for their lives!" ”

Qi Nu'an, who has always been gentle and quiet, everyone has never seen her so crazy, and they were immediately stunned, but after Zhang Jian frowned briefly, he shouted: "Don't mess around!" ”

Qi Nuan didn't care.

Qin Xian didn't dodge or dodge.

Let the tongs smash into his head, and the blood runs down his eyes.

"Why don't you hide?" Her lips trembled.

"Murder pays for life." Qin Xian said softly.

Qi Nu'an wanted to wave the iron tongs again, but was stopped by Mo Qijia and Song Qian who rushed over.

"An An, ask things clearly, don't lose your mind." Song Qian said.

"Oh, reason, he killed my father, I saw it with my own eyes, how else can I ask clearly?" Qi Nu'an's face was full of sorrow, and he said with a sad smile.

Struggling to break free of the restraints of the two, she pointed at Zhang Jian, Qin Xian and the others and said coldly with tears: "You are all murderers, murderers of my father!" ”

As she spoke, she grabbed the tongs that had just fallen, slammed them on her arm, and then bit her teeth deep into her lips, and blood immediately flowed down the corners of her mouth.

"Qin Xian, from now on, you ...... If you and I don't have any friendship, I will definitely avenge my father, and I hate it! It seemed that this sentence emptied the whole body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then fell to the ground on his back.

Unconscious.

Song Qian stepped forward to help him up, looked at Zhang Jian in a panic and said, "Sir, this ......"

Zhang Jian shook his head slowly and said, "It's okay to be angry, I'll talk to her in detail tomorrow." ”

Song Qian nodded.

Zhang Jian turned his head slowly and looked at Qin Xian with a complicated expression.

Qin Xian's hair turned gray, and the tears on his face seemed to be carved into the flesh and blood, accompanied by the blood stains flowing from his forehead, but he couldn't find any anger on him, only a sense of loneliness unique to an old man, as if he was dead.

Zhang Jian finally sighed, slowly walked to his side and said, "Do you blame me?" ”

The young man stood in the dilapidated courtyard in despair, recalling the past, as if he had forgotten the flow of time, forgetting himself and everything around him, like the old man Ge who usually tied the funeral paper figure at the grinding plate, just guarding the ancient uncle on the ground, day and day, month and month, until someone came to light it and sent him to meet him.

Until Zhang Jian's voice sounded beside him, an extremely calm tone.

Qin Xian shook her head and said softly, "Don't complain!" ”

"Ben, it's my own choice, I don't want Uncle Gu to suffer, and I don't want to be infamous myself, how can there be such a good thing, you are right, you have to do your own things after all." After saying this, Qin Xian seemed to have some soul-grabbing, bent down and pulled out the firewood knife in Gu Hao's heart, and threw it aside.

Then regardless of the blood that flowed out, he stained his clothes red, picked up Gu Hao, and said to Zhang Jian: "An An will please sir." ”

After speaking, he hugged Gu Hao and returned to Huali Village.

Song Qian and the others, looking at An An on the ground, and looking at Qin Xian who was far away, they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Carry her with me." Zhang Jian said in due course.

Everyone in the village went home and lit candles.

Today's story may be the talk of the town for months to come, but what it will eventually turn out to be depends on how the world spreads.

In the blink of an eye, only the young Taoist was left.

Maybe it's because of the desolation in my heart, even looking at the candles lit by thousands of homes at this moment, I feel that it is the cause and effect of fate.

The young Taoist stared at the sky for a long time before he got up, put the book back on his waist, and staggered along Qin Xian's footsteps.

The cold wind blew through the empty branches, and many orange leaves had been secretly dyed with yellow halo at some point, and most of the oranges were emptied, leaving the empty branches swaying in the wind, and the endless depression and desolation.

Qin Xian walked on the way back to Huali Village with Gu Hao in her arms, her eyes crossed the empty branches, and she looked at the orange grove not far away, but half of it had not been picked, a smile appeared on her face, and she said softly: "Mother, in the future, I will pick this orange grove, and I will not let it fall behind." ”

……

Fufeng clamp road.

The sound of horses' hooves seemed to crush the entire canyon!

Hundreds of eloquent black-armored cavalrymen rushed forward in the middle of the tunnel in the shape of sharp knives, tightly guarding a carriage in the middle.

Iron Horse Jingo, the sharp blade shines. Black flag, black helmet.

The horse's hooves galloped wildly, rolling up the dust and smoke.

Eight Riders - Iron Kiln Rides!

The carriage was ridden first, and one of them turned out to be a woman, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

I saw the black horse neighing under his crotch, hunting with a long flag in his hand, and a yellow branch in his mouth, and he couldn't catch up with a horse behind him.

I have never seen such a chic and beautiful soldier.

This woman was wearing a black silk gown, with red sao cloud shoulders and socks and beaded shoes, as beautiful as the golden threads of fireworks.

The riders didn't dare to look at it, I don't know if they were shocked by their faces or because of their identity.

But the woman spoke: "Hurry up, did you General Li teach you to march like this?" ”

Her voice is like a valley warbler, very crisp and beautiful, but there is a kind of brutal and coquettish atmosphere.

The riders did not dare to respond.

The rider behind the girl was about to speak, but was interrupted by a scolding behind him, so he kept silent again, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"Liang Lusheng, you still look like a royal princess, and now you are not going to war, so if you are in a hurry, come back to the car immediately, otherwise I will go back and tell my father and the emperor and ground you for three years!" The curtain of the carriage lifted a corner, and a young man bared his head and scolded.

The girl rolled her eyes, pursed her lips, turned her head and said, "I want you to take care of it!" ”

After speaking, he clamped the horse's belly with force, and the black horse under his crotch was in pain, galloping away like a meteor.

One ride followed closely.

In the clouds at the top of the mecca, two figures stood opposite each other, both looking at the cavalry galloping below.

One person was wearing a purple shirt, his hair was pulled up high, he was wearing a Taoist crown, and his figure was slender, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

One person has slender eyebrows, almost reaching the ears and temples, it is Hong Feiluan.

When the cavalry was far away, Hong Feiluan took the lead in speaking: "The villain doesn't understand, if Da Qing doesn't pay attention to this trip, he actually lifted out the eight horsemen at the bottom of the box, if you say that you pay attention, it is indeed the doll's iron kiln ride, what is the intention of this?" ”

"Li Fengwolf's back ghost, tiger ben, and Xuanjia are stationed at the sea and can be answered at any time." The purple-shirted Taoist said lightly.

"The Lord is still well-informed, but this big man doesn't think about anything? Why such a heavy army? Hong Feiluan asked puzzled.

"Then why did you come to Zuzhou?" The purple-shirted man asked rhetorically.

"Naturally, it's the ......" Hong Feiluan was suddenly startled, and then said: "The lord said that Liang Yan also knows about this?" ”

"We have a way to know, others can too, don't claim to be smart, when the world is an idiot, but you don't know how to be smart but are mistaken by smart!" The purple-shirted man said in a deep voice.

"The villain knows." Hong Feiluan leaned over and said.

"So what do we do now?" Hong Feiluan stood up and asked respectfully.

"The plan remains the same, with priority given to Zhang, Monkey, and Dongtian." After speaking, the figure of the purple-shirted man gradually disappeared.

Hong Feiluan finished saluting in the distance, and then flew back to Guzi Village.

……

After returning home with Gu Hao in her arms, Qin Xian put it on the ground, first unloaded the oranges on the cart, and then moved Gu Hao to the cart.

After doing this, he went into the house to wipe his mother's face clean, put on a white plain clothes, and tied a white scarf for himself.

Then he went to the kitchen and took out a jar of wine that someone else gave to his mother last year, and no one in his house drank it, so he kept it until now, cut a few more oranges, took three cups, wiped them clean with the corners of his clothes, arranged them in a triangle, and then sat down on the steps outside the house, and whispered while pouring wine into three wine cups.

The face is expressionless.

After a while, the whisper turned into a joke, a hearty laugh, a hearty laugh.

It seems to be telling some interesting stories to the ancient man on the board car and the mother in the house behind him.

However, when he said to himself, "My mother used to praise me for being sensible, but I didn't mention it after I got sick at the age of four", Qin Xian happened to raise the wine cup in his hand and opened his mouth to drink, but at that moment, it seemed that something suddenly came to mind, and his hand stopped at the edge of his mouth.

He slowly lowered the cup, unusually slowly.

Staring thoughtfully at the center of the cup.

"Mother, I have seen too many magical people and things in the past two days, but I suddenly feel that in the past ten years, my memory of you is full of anger, until today, after talking to Mr., although I feel a little groggy, but I have abandoned my former self like a shoehoe, you said that I will not be evil, before!" Qin Xian muttered.

The slightly cloudy rice wine swayed slightly in the cup, and in the light of the candlelight, there were some imperceptible ripples.

"Impossible!"