On the way to the broken temple, the little beggar walked thousands of times, and he would not lose it with his eyes closed.

Only this time she walked slower than before, and the wound in her abdomen began to ache from time to time as she climbed the mountain, leaving her with no time to observe the road conditions. Halfway through, she stopped.

The old temple had been abandoned for a long time, and it had never been inhabited, and the road was overgrown with weeds. It had been two or three days since Song Huiya was dragged into the temple, and at that time she only pushed the weeds to both sides, and at this time, the grass and trees on the barren road had obviously been cleaned up with a knife, and it was shortened, and there were smooth fractures.

The little beggar took a step back, and as soon as he turned around, the man was lifted up from behind.

The little beggar struck her elbow backwards, only to feel that it had hit the hard wall, and before she could scream, one hand covered her mouth in advance.

She opened her mouth wide and bit the other's fingers hard.

"Damn it!"

The strong man let go of her in pain and slapped her coldly.

His strength was much more domineering than yesterday's few unruly Hanako, and the blow made her right cheek swollen and her eyes full of stars.

Seeing that people fainted, he did not pity her, but after testing her snort, she still had a breath, and then carried it on her shoulders like a sack, and left decisively.

Striding all the way, to a remote cave, the strong man rudely put the person down, picked up the wooden barrel at hand, and wanted to splash water to wake the person up, but there was an unexpected sound of rustling in the bushes behind him.

The strong man Huo Ran turned around and shouted vigilantly: "Who?!" ”

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Song Huiya woke up groggily, but he only slept for a while, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

She looked across and saw that the little beggar was gone. In the past, I sorted out the miscellaneous items, stacked all the useful utensils together, and prepared to move the temple for her. He removed a few intact planks, rolled up a pile of hay, and brought them with him. When he saw the money bag hidden on the ground, he put it in his bosom, put on his hat, opened the wooden door with his foot, and walked out.

After coming to the ruined temple, there was no one inside. Song Huiya looked around the house and found a row of messy men's footprints, but he didn't see the fresh footprints of the little beggar.

She sat on the threshold and waited, but when she couldn't hold it back, she went out with her sword.

Song Huiya walked along the mountain road, near the river, trying to find out if there were any people nearby. After walking for a while, I caught a glimpse of a black spot floating on the surface of the river in the distance.

Song Huiya was uneasy, and immediately felt that his heart was skipping a beat. Lifting the internal strength, he rushed away, his body rose and fell a few times, and he had reached the river in the blink of an eye. One foot lightly touched the surface of the water, twisted his waist, and fished down with his long arms, like a purple swallow swept low, grabbed the belt of clothes, and threw it towards the river bank.

As soon as she got started, she was half relieved: it was a heavy piece of meat, and it couldn't be a child.

The last one dragged up was a young man. The man's skin was swollen and pale, his hands were tied behind his back, and a stone was tied to his legs.

Song Huiya rolled up his water-soaked sleeves and punched the young man's chest. The latter was shocked by the internal force and spit out two mouthfuls of stagnant water, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Song Huiya added two more punches with a "bang", and waited for the young man to start breathing rapidly, and then he raised two fingers and pressed lightly on his neck.

"is still alive, the young man's physique is different, and his life is longer than that of the old Wang Ba in the pool."

Song Huiya half-squatted on the ground, drew his sword and cut the rope on his body. With a simple movement, there are flakes of snow in front of you. is already deficient in qi and blood, and because of the rush of Fang Cai, it has caused internal disorder, which is not much better than this young man on the ground.

He sat down cross-legged and asked the young man, "This friend, where are you from?" What bandits did you meet on the road? Have you ever seen a child? ”

The young man regained consciousness, and muttered a few times in despair, and then wailed bitterly, and poured out incoherently: "The man at the inn outside the village is gone, and the shopkeeper has been scolding for a day and no one has been found, so I know that something must have happened." Quietly followed him, and sure enough, I saw that he was going to commit murder. He said that I was indecisive, wanted to advance and retreat, and I couldn't become a big tool in my life, so I could only drag him back. I have been friends with him for more than ten years, and his last brotherhood for me is just to tie me up and throw me into the river, leaving me to fend for myself. He also told me to learn one thing first when I was reincarnated in my next life - the rivers and lakes are sinister, hahahaha! ”

Song Huiya saw him crying and laughing for a while, behaving like crazy, understanding that he was really in the water in his mind at the moment, and comforted him without worrying: "Eating this sin can be regarded as a long lesson for you." The biological parents still dare not believe it completely, how dare relatives and friends trust their lives at will? Your brother is rotten like a lump of sludge, but he is right to say to you. So have you ever seen a little girl? ”

The young swordsman lay on the ground, unable to even pull out the strength to move, his expression was momentarily defeated, momentarily resentful, momentarily grieved, and finally his lips trembled, all of which turned into self-abandonment, and choked up: "I may not be suitable for this Jianghu." ”

"Then what kind of person do you say is suitable?" Song Huiya disagreed, "Whoever kills without blinking, or is it two-faced?" These people are even more unsuitable. They are fit to be thieves. ”

The young swordsman raised his head slightly, thinking that he could hear from her the insight of some worldly master, and the pathos on his face receded a little, and he replaced it with a pious request for advice.

Song Huiya turned his head, looked him up and down, shook his head and said: "I'll tell you the truth, you are a person, your martial arts are not high, your talent is not good, it sounds like your heart is not ruthless enough, and you are not smart enough." It's too mediocre. Even if you are given the top martial arts in the world, and you are given more than ten years, you will not be able to mix up a serious reputation. ”

The young swordsman wanted to cry even more when he heard this, and said in a mournful voice: "Senior, don't say it anymore. ”

Song Huiya saw that he calmed down, and finally stopped fighting, and said, "I think you are really not suitable for this Jianghu." If you really want to be a warrior and show others that you are not afraid of death, it is better to become a soldier and kill the enemy, maybe you can make a name for yourself and go back to glorify your ancestors. ”

The young swordsman snorted and said, "I always felt that there was no freedom of rivers and lakes on the battlefield, let alone the scenery of rivers and lakes. Life and death on the battlefield are too light. ”

Song Huiya had already tried extremely hard to restrain himself, and said softly: "Heh." ”

The young swordsman paid no heed to her taunts, and staggered to his feet on all fours, staggering forward. muttered to himself, "I have to go back...... It's all because of me, and I can't call him a murderer anymore......"

Song Huiya saw that he was bent on hitting the south wall, so he helplessly stopped him: "Wait, good man, before you beg for death, can you answer my question first?" Have you ever seen a child around here? A monkey-like little flower called. ”

The young swordsman's missing brain seemed to have finally been picked up, and he paused, turned his head sharply, stared at her in amazement for a long time, and then fell to his knees in front of her.

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The little beggar was drenched in water, and opened his eyes tremblingly, and he saw a fierce face, and screamed in fright.

"Shut up!" The strong man's eyes were scarlet, and with a kind of almost uncontrollable madness on his face, he strode forward, grabbed her neck, and asked, "What about Song Huiya's sword spectrum?" ”

His face was a little more hideous than the blue-faced and fanged ghostly mud statue, and the little beggar looked at his face closely, his pupils fluttered with fright, and his throat was so tight that he couldn't make a sound, so he could only shake his head in a vain attempt to flee backwards.

The strong man grabbed her collar and lifted it a little, and asked, "Let me ask again, what about the sword book you mentioned earlier?" ”

"I don't know." The little beggar's teeth chattered, his lips opened and closed, and he spat out a fragmentary voice, "I don't know anything. I just heard them say that and wanted to cheat some money. Seeing that you are not to be provoked, I ran away in fear. ”

The strong man was yelling something, she couldn't hear it clearly, and her ears were full of sharp rings.

She reached for the last remaining copper plate in her arms, but her fingers went limp and let it roll to the ground. Because his face was swollen and tall, he couldn't open his eyes, so he could only squint into a narrow slit and look for the copper coin on the ground.

When she found it at hand, she grabbed it with all her might.

The next moment, the strong man's heel stepped up.

The little finch clenched her palms and screamed heartbreakingly.

The rounded arc of the coin seemed to be embedded in her flesh. The back of the hand was crushed by the soles of the shoes.

Her voice grew hoarse, and at last her eyes widened and she lay motionless on the ground.

When she was in a trance, she thought of Song Huiya in the broken temple, and thought of the old blind man who beat and scolded her at every turn. I remember when I fell asleep last night, it felt like I was floating in the clouds. also remembered that Song Huiya asked her this morning if she wanted to go with her.

…… It's okay to be dead.

It's okay to be dead.

She should have died in that snowfall last year.

I knew that I would have given the money for a new dress.

Seeing that she was constantly talking about something, the strong man leaned over to listen, but he didn't hear the voice of the little beggar, but someone behind him asked.

"What sword?"

As soon as the strong man was about to turn his head, he saw the tip of a sword piercing out of his neck, and bright red blood dripping from the blade of the sword, dripping on the upper of his shoes.

The pain invaded later, and the strong man's eyes were about to split, and a few sounds of blood bubbles were coming out of his throat.

Song Huiya: "Go and talk to the dead." ”

The man fell to the ground. Song Huiya wiped the blood stains with his sleeve, put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, and walked over his corpse towards the little beggar. He stuffed two pills into her mouth, scooped her up, and held her in his arms.

This action was a bit of a stretch for her, and the little finch heard a muffled grunt.

She put her head on Song Huiya's shoulder and followed her all the way down the mountain.

The wind in the mountains blew coldly, and was blocked by Song Huiya.

The horizon gradually widens.

As we walked through the lush woods, a large expanse of sky light shone down, and through the water, it was dazzling.

The little beggar's tears flowed down unconsciously, wetting the clothes on Song Huiya's shoulders, and finally wrapped his hands around her neck, like a fledgling that had just come out of the shell, opening his mouth and crying wantonly.

Song Huiya only let her cry.

The road is winding and winding, as if it is half a life's long. The sound of the leaves is swaying, drifting to the end of the world.

After arriving at the place, Song Huiya put her down and sat side by side with her on the stone steps in front of the temple.

The little beggar staggered into the temple, dug out a book from the soil, held it in his arms, and returned it to Song Huiya.

Song Huiya said strangely: "Sword spectrum? ”

Which genius will directly put the master's mastery on his body? Is it because he didn't die fast enough?

She felt like she shouldn't have been such a stupid person before.

I opened the book and glanced at it twice, and my expression became more and more weird.

"xx told me to kill him. This person is not as smart as the old thief Xie. Old thief Xie never asked me to go and fight. ”

The next line reads:

"Go. Tear down the plaque of his house and let him kneel down in public and kowtow to his ancestors three times. lest the corpse in his ancestral grave be so angry that he will cheat the corpse. ”

"Today I went to the old thief's house and borrowed a hundred taels. His house is really rich and powerful, and it is full of gold. Next time, call Liang Xi to go. ”

"Sin, gaffe. Most of the old thief's family wealth is taken from me and does not keep the mountain, it should be mine, how can it be regarded as borrowing? Next time, let Ah Mian go and get it together. ”

"XX's knife is so good. I couldn't see that the waste made such a good knife, so I snatched it and threw it into the sea. ”

"XX tortured and killed more than 20 women and children, I killed him, what does it have to do with my master? A group of people don't have a good brain. ”

"Hu Mingshen father and son, the king of heaven and the son of heaven are difficult to protect. What kind of thing is he, Xie Zhongchu? ”

Song Huiya: "......"

There are also many unfamiliar names in between. There were those who died by her sword, and there were those she wanted to kill.

The little finch leaned her head to look at it, wiped her nose, and asked curiously, "What is written on it?" ”

Song Huiya said incomprehensibly: "Some insignificant experience in the rivers and lakes. ”

She pressed her fingers to the pages of the book and asked, "That fool was kicked in the head by a donkey?" Thought it was a sword book. ”

The little finch clenched her hands and did not dare to speak.

Song Huiya turned to the latest page and saw that it read:

"Xie Zhongchu, you have to die."

Out of the mood.

She was just about to close it when a piece of paper floated down from between the books.

The little beggar was quick, picked it up and held it up to her, it was a letter.