In front of the Wen's blacksmith shop in Tao'an, the young man in red shouted.

"What, you, are you the brother of the fat man? The brother of the fat man is Xiaotian's father?"

Shui Han pointed at Wen Lie, the owner of Wen's blacksmith shop, and his fingertips moved to Xiaotian's body with his gaze, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe the fact he had just learned.

Xiaotian, his full name is Wen Xiaotian, and his father, the first blacksmith in Tao'an, Wen Lie, the owner of Wen's blacksmith shop, is actually the brother of Wen Zhong, the fat man!

It's not difficult to understand this matter, because Wen Fatzi's name is Wen Zhong, and he is naturally the second in line, but Shui Han never thought that this Wen Fatman actually has relatives in Tao'an, and the son of the relative is still his own classmate, so isn't he and Xiaotian half brothers?

"Yes, it's just that he later worshiped under the door of the sword god Xiaoyi, and I inherited the family's iron-striking skills, so it can be regarded as parting ways. ”

"What?"

Just carefully observed Wen Lie's appearance, and gradually believed that he was Wen Fat's brother's Shui Han, hearing this, he was stunned again.

"Wen Fat, he's Xiaoyi's apprentice?"

"Eh, you've been with him for so many years, and you don't know about it?"

Shui Han suddenly had a feeling for no reason, Wen Fat Man had hidden his identity as a sword god apprentice for so many years, definitely to hide something.

So this thing that wants to be hidden, is it yourself?

Such a thought only appeared for a moment, and Shui Han came back to his senses in an instant, but he had some complaints about Wen Fat Man in his heart, obviously he was an apprentice of the Sword God, and he didn't teach himself any exercises for so many years, but he was really stingy.

If I had started cultivating since I was a child, I am afraid that I would already be very strong by now.

"By the way, do you still need a trowel?"

Wen Lie's words brought Shui Han back to reality.

"Yes, of course. ”

He came to build the wall that was broken by Zhongqiu, and he came to buy a trowel for building the wall.

And Xiaotian, it was Mao Sui who recommended himself to accompany him, but he never thought that he came to Wen's blacksmith shop to chat for a few words, and he directly learned two news that was enough to shock Shui Han's jaw.

If you want to come to my side, there are really a lot of people who are hidden.

Shui Han sighed secretly.

......

Shui Han walked down the street contentedly with a trowel, but heard more than a dozen people sitting around in front of him to discuss.

"I heard that Liu Laohan's family of three was killed by the evil organization when the villagers were collectively poisoned last time, and they died in a small black house outside Taoyuan. ”

"I heard that there was a fire in that dark room later, and the whole thing was burned......

"Yes, it's a pity that their little granddaughter, who is only a little older, just ......"

"Alas, I heard that this old man Liu's hometown was originally in Liujiazhuang outside Jicheng in the Yan Kingdom, and he came to Taoyuan because he was fleeing the war, and his son and daughter-in-law died at the hands of the soldiers, so he left such a granddaughter, alas......"

"Then Lao Liu's biggest hope in this life is to go back to his hometown to take a look, he was ready to leave, but this kind of thing happened at this moment, it's really a dog thing, how can you do it?"

This sounded like the trivial household routine that ordinary women talked about and reached Shui Han's ears, but it was extremely heavy, it turned out that he had lit the black room used to report the news that day, and there were three uncold corpses in it.

"Fellow countrymen, may I ask where is the body of Liu Laohan's family now?"

The young man in red stood on the side of the crowd, respectfully.

The villagers didn't know this young man, but when they saw him with sincere eyes, they couldn't help but feel some closeness from the bottom of their hearts.

"What, young man, don't you have an old relationship with that old man Liu?"

"Not really, but I just heard the villagers just say that Liu Laohan's hometown is in Liujiazhuang outside Jicheng in Yanguo, and I just want to go to Jicheng in a few days, and I think by the way, I can also let their family bury their bones. ”

"Oh, haha, the young man looks casual, but his heart is very good. The corpse of Liu Laohan's family, according to the rules of Taoyuan, this kind of corpse that died unexpectedly is under the management of Mr. Murong Xue of the Rite Sect, thinking about it now, it should be in the Rite Sect. ”

The young man in red shook again, then held his head high and strode away.

......

Rites.

Bluestone floor, quaint hook railing.

"Yo, rare guest, what, come to find the beginning of the day?"

Shui Han avoided Murong Xue's gossipy eyes, leaned over and said:

"No, I'm looking for three bodies. ”

"Oh?

"Yes. ”

Murong Xue was now more interested in the young man in front of her.

"Do you want them to be a club?"

"Take them back to their homeland and put them in peace. ”

"This is none of your business. ”

"Yes, but I do it just because I want to do it, and I think doing it makes me feel good. ”

Murong Xue was stunned for a moment when she heard this.

I do it just because I want to do it, how stupid it is, in this troubled world, there is nothing to do casually, but it is all driven by interests.

However, I haven't heard such stupid words in a long time.

Murong Xue looked at Shui Han, she felt that the young man in front of her seemed to be a little different from before, his eyes were no longer so innocent, but instead increased some indescribable melancholy, as if he was sad about something from the bottom of his heart.

But after going out for a trip, this kid has grown a lot.

Shui Han finally left Lizong with an altar, and inside the altar was the ashes of Liu Laohan's family of three.

"Don't take it too seriously, this troubled world is like this. ”

This was the last thing Murong Xue said to him, in fact, there was no need to say this, Shui Han knew in his heart that he had seen a lot of dead people since he was a child, and he would see more in the future.

He didn't feel that sad, but he wanted to do such a thing now, and wanted to help this extinct family fulfill their last hope in life, and then, with the rest of his life, to continue to cultivate, at least to make this kind of thing happen less.

There are already enough families, enough surnames buried forever in this troubled world, and history will not even leave their shadows, and there are really enough such things.

Shui Han remembered the time when he was in Zuixianlou, there was once a group of refugees from Wei who stopped by the Yishui River, they wanted to cross the river to beg for food, but Taishou ordered to shoot them with arrows, and on that day, the water of the Yishui River was red.

Shui Han didn't understand why this was the case, and an old man explained that more than ten years ago, there was also a group of refugees who entered my Yan Realm, and they were too guarded and kind at that time, so they let them into the city, not wanting that group of refugees to be enemy spies.

After they entered the city, they burned and looted on a large scale, the people in the city suffered countless casualties, the streets were full of blood, and the enemy troops outside the city waited for an opportunity to kill them.

After two years, after bloody battles and countless casualties, the city was recovered.

After that lesson, every Taishou Dan saw a foreign refugee and was killed by arrows.

This is also to ensure the safety of the people of Yan Kingdom.

Shui Han was stunned and speechless, there were some things that he couldn't find any reason to refute, but he couldn't accept it calmly in his heart, why did this world become like this?

It is obviously two countries fighting, but it is unrelated people who die, and it is obviously two factions fighting, but it is a family that has nothing to do with each other.

Looking up at the sky, it seems that the clouds in the sky are also much heavier.

Under the heavy clouds, Shui Han held a trowel in his hand and mechanically stacked bricks.

The boy built a wall, and this was built on both a stone wall and a heart wall.