For the swordsman

A knife is not a weapon

Not friends

Not sustenance

Not hopefully

A knife is a ruler

Measure other lives at the same time

Someone else's ruler is also measuring himself

The torrential rain roared and poured down, and the heavy raindrops gently swept along the veins of the leaves, falling into the mud, and the leaves trembled and wept bitterly.

The footsteps of the swordsman imprinted footprints in the Huashan trail as hard and slow as years, and the rain sliding down the hat formed a neat curtain of water. His whole body was already soaked, and his right hand holding the knife was frozen and white.

Huashan under the dark clouds is as dark as day and night, and he can't tell the direction, and he has been lost for a long time.

It wasn't until the shoes on his feet were almost worn out by the muddy mountain road that the dark clouds cleared slightly, the wind and rain gradually became soft, and the rain turned from angry to kissing, and he took off his hat and looked up to discern the direction, and there was only a black mountain pressing a mountain in front of him.

This is his first time in Huashan, if there is no problem, after solving this matter, he will never set foot in this mountain forest again.

The icy rain seeped into his body, causing not only the wound on his shoulder to begin to ache, but also the knifeman's old illness returned.

He bent down and coughed violently, heart-rending, coughing up pools of blood that emitted a foul stench from his stomach. He convulsed, he was helpless, he fell. The heart-rending pain in his internal organs, cold sweat rolled down the blue meridian on his forehead, blending with the rain, lingering.

He wanted to give himself a knife to be freed.

The swordsman is still very young, and the next year will only be his second natal year, and his strong body has marched for three or five months in hunger and cold without feeling tired, and his sword has eaten the blood of his enemies in the midst of thousands of horses. However, the gods who ruled all in the underworld gave him a strong physique, but also a disease that could never be cured.

Perhaps, after completing the things entrusted to him by his friend before he died, he could really find a safe place and die quietly.

Then, until then, even if the evil disease ravages him and his life is worse than death, he cannot fall.

After resting for a moment, the knifeman who had fallen to the ground like a dead snake got up again, found a woodcutter and asked for directions, and finally made out the direction of the road.

The sword boy guarding the door had an expression as cold as this rain, and asked him what was the matter, whether to burn incense and pray for prayers, or to ask for medicine from immortals.

Two words came out of the swordsman's pale lips: "Send a letter." ”

He didn't hand the letter to the sword boy, because he said that the letter had to be handed over to the head of the house himself.

If you don't pay a visit beforehand, you won't see the master.

The swordsman is easy to see today.

"It's Tang Jianli's letter from Tang's seniors. After the sword boy passed this sentence to the master, he first got a surprised expression from the master, and then got a "please let him in" gesture from the master.

The letterhead was not wet, the letter was wrapped in two layers of oiled paper and a layer of silk, and the head of the house took the letter carefully handed by the swordsman and pondered for a long time.

The hall was silent, the swordsman stood aside and stared at the master, and seven or eight Huashan disciples stared at the swordsman.

In the middle of the night, the head of the house opened the envelope.

There was not much content on the letter, but the head of the house read it for a long time, and there was a very strange and strange expression on his face.

At this time, he folded the letter and said to the swordsman: "It's Tang Jianli's handwriting, I recognize it." ”

The swordsman replied, "Clear. ”

"When did he deliver this letter to you? ”

"Before he died, I asked me to personally deliver it to the head of Huashan. ”

"If you can send a letter for him thousands of miles, you must have a good relationship with him. ”

"Not bad. ”

"Seeing that you are only in your early twenties, how can you have a deep friendship with Tang Jianli, who is in his forties?"

"He was gracious to me and saved my life. ”

"What's your name?"

"Ye Yu. The swordsman uttered these two words in a voice that was neither light nor heavy, neither arrogant nor polite.

The main hall began to gradually begin to stir, and a trace of ominous expression passed on the face of the master, and the eldest disciple who had been observing Ye Yu for a long time couldn't help but ask directly: "Your Excellency is equipped with a Xu knife on your waist, could it be that you are from the Xu Kingdom?"

In the era of war and chaos, everyone is in danger.

The head made a gesture to stop the eldest disciple, but this was indeed what he wanted to ask.

Ye Yu said lightly: "I'm just a messenger. ”

The eldest disciple said angrily: "Xu Guo trampled on the territory of my David's kingdom, killed my people, and killed my people, do you know it?"

Ye Yu replied: "In my hometown of Xu Guo, there are also evil deeds left by the country. ”

After all, the Huashan faction is an authentic martial arts sect, and the head of the sect holds his own identity, and he doesn't want to bully more or cause trouble, so he waved his hand to let Ye Yu leave. Seeing that the head of the sect was like this, the eldest disciple who had held his breath no longer said anything.

Ye Yu didn't leave, in addition to delivering letters, he had other things.

"Your sword, Brother Tang said soon, I want to see it. ”

The crowd changed color.

The head waved his hand in disgust and said: "You go back, if you want to learn martial arts, you have to make a battle post first, this is the rule of defending the country." ”

Ye Yu said: "I'm not a patriot, and I don't know that there is such a rule, since I am here today, please draw my sword." ”

"Presumptuous!" The eldest disciple's long sword was already unsheathed, the dragon roared through the air, and the tip of the sword pointed at Ye Yu: "Your Excellency is here to seek revenge?"

Ye Yu said lightly: "Can't you see it yet?"

The head of the sect uses silence to acquiesce in the behavior of the eldest disciple, in the rivers and lakes, it is normal for people to fall to the ground because of rudeness, as if as long as they catch you and say something that is not respectful enough, then it is natural to kill you.

Ye Yu looked at the eldest disciple along the spine of the sword and said, "The person I am looking for is the master, not Your Excellency. ”

The eldest disciple said coldly: "Arrogant, how can the head of the sect do something with the younger generation." ”

The head of the face wants to know as well as a mirror in his heart.

He sat high on the Taishi chair, his hair was already a little gray, he had worked hard for decades, he had exhausted his benevolence, righteousness and morality, and exhausted his intrigues and tricks, so that he could sit comfortably in the position of the head of Huashan today, and his martial arts could be defeated by the first-class masters on the rivers and lakes in a way that was not ashamed, so he couldn't lose everything he got at the moment. But he can never lose to a nobody, if he wins, others say that you bully the younger generations, and if you lose, it will be the biggest shame in your later years.

His sword had not been unsheathed for a long time to bring down others, and his sword was full of jewels collected from all over the world, and it had long ceased to be the tool of his youth, but had become a symbol of status and status, just like the pattern on his robe that showed off with gold thread, just to tell others that I am now content.

Ye Yu is different, he is still young, he has no identity, no glory, he is still fearless.

His knife stabbed at an angle that the Huashan Sect had never seen before, and the eldest disciple was stunned for a moment, the sword in his hand had already been taken off, and after Ye Yu's cold knife cut off a few hairs of his hair, it gently rested on his neck and kissed it gently.

Ye Yu's eyes were as cold as this blade, and the cold seemed to have killed the stunned big disciple.

The head ordered all the disciples to step back, picked up the sword and stood up from the Taishi's chair, he knew that "fighting" and "seeking revenge" were sometimes the same thing, and said, "I'll take a few moves with you." ”

Ye Yu said: "Are you guilty of Tang Jianli's death?" ”

Tang Jianli's death seemed to be a very sensitive topic for Hua Shan, and whenever Ye Yu said this name, the expressions of the disciples would become very vigilant.

The head raised his hand to stop the other disciples who were about to have a seizure, and said, "It's useless to talk more, draw your sword, please." ”

The pine pattern on his sword is staggered layer by layer, it is made of fine fine iron forged for 100 days, the craftsman who casts the sword must also be one of the best experts in the rivers and lakes, in addition to the scabbard, the sword grid is also clamped with dazzling jewelry, every day there are special disciples, with a white cloth dipped in spirits to wipe the sword body spotlessly, exuding a kind of righteous and bright divine light, the blood stained in the past has long been washed away by time, the last time this sword killed, it was more than ten years ago.

This sword has been famous for too long, the owner of the sword had chased and killed villains for thousands of miles when he was young, and the selfless character of the duke over the years, coupled with the canonization of the imperial court not long ago, was incorporated into the army and gave him military power, and the reputation of Huashan's faction in the rivers and lakes suddenly increased greatly.

Ye Yu also pulled out his knife, his knife shape is a little peculiar, this is the unique shape of Xu Guo, curved like a willow leaf, the knife is two feet seven inches long.

This Xu knife is a symbol of the devil in the eyes of the patriots, the rotten iron used is extremely rough, the knife light is dull and colorless, without any patterns and jewelry embellishment, just such a nameless knife, can go on a few moves with the sword of the head of Huashan, it is already a blessing from the three lives of cultivation.

However, as long as you observe carefully, you will find that on Ye Yu's knife, in those crevices, on the blood grooves and knife grids that cannot be scrubbed, there are blood stains that cannot be washed off, and this knife has killed too many people, and it is not long before now.

When Ye Yu was the leader of the infantry in Xu Guo's army, he couldn't remember how many people this knife had killed in the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and he had never wiped this knife carefully, because if it was wiped clean today, it would be bloodthirsty tomorrow.

The head twisted up a sword trick, and considering that the other party was a junior, he raised his hand and asked him to strike first.

The martial arts of the Huashan school is centered on the Tao, paying attention to the five elements of yin and yang, Tai Chi gossip, one move and one style are elegant and chic, and the avenue of explaining all things in the universe is carried out.

Ye Yu had only heard of it, but he had not seen it, and he didn't know the name of the sword, but when the long sword of the head of the sect pierced through the air, he realized the indescribable knowledge in it.

Hua Shan's swordsmanship is different from the enemies he met on the battlefield, every move and style are heroic and refreshing, while the sword wind is swaying, the master's breathing is not urgent, presumably he has also worked hard for many years in vomiting.

And Ye Yu, he doesn't even have knife skills at all, no one has ever taught him what knife skills are, and on the battlefield, he doesn't pay attention to whether his body is good-looking or not, and he who can crawl out of the corpse pile is a hero.

Ye Yu's actions to avoid every move didn't look good, and even a little embarrassed, the Huashan disciples in the main hall all showed contemptuous expressions, Ye Yu rolled on the ground, and when he flashed a move, he could even hear someone couldn't help but chuckle.

His wet clothes were covered with mud and dust when they rolled on the ground, and the head of the sect stood in place fluttering in white clothes, and his unhurried posture provoked the disciples to worship him.

Only the head of the house himself noticed that something was wrong.

Sure enough, when the two of them exchanged hands again, the head of the house found that even though Ye Yu was embarrassed, he actually didn't take advantage of it at all.

In his unique Huashan swordsmanship, there are only a few flaws that only he knows, Ye Yu neither understands the martial arts, nor does he understand the mysteries, he just relies on an intuition when killing the enemy, and slashes into the swordsmanship of the Yin and Yang Dao.

The jeweled sword of fame fell in an instant, flying out several feet and nailed into the wooden pillar, like a brilliant meteor melting into the dark night.

The seven or eight pairs of eyes in the main hall lost their light, and the faces of the god-like masters they worshipped were like ashes, and he never knew how it felt like to fail, but now he felt it.

Ye Yu's knife stopped at the heart of the master, and the face of the head was full of remorse, he will have to fight for several years again, and the glory he will get back can make the world forget the shame of losing to a nobody today.

"Who is your master?"

"I don't have a master. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, no one teaches me, how can you practice the sword technique to defeat me. ”

"There are countless people who have defended the country on the battlefield, whether it counts. ”

"The young man has such a big breath. ”

Ye Yu didn't understand the truth of every move and style, and he didn't understand the metaphysics of yin and yang gossip, all he learned on the battlefield was how to save his life and how to kill the enemy with a knife.

The head of the house's face was very ugly, and he still said: "Open the skylight and say bright words, are you here to avenge Tang Jianli." ”

"If I really wanted to seek revenge, this knife would have pierced your heart. He withdrew his knife and uttered the words.

When Ye Yu left Huashan, he finally said to the master: "If he has a killing intent for you before he dies, I will kill you at the ends of the earth." ”

Tang Jianli didn't close his eyes with hatred, he died peacefully.

Ye Yu walked quickly, for fear that he would have killing intent at any time, his knife was used to killing people, he had moved the killing intent more than once along the way, and he was not good at the authentic set of martial arts so far. He was even more afraid that he would lose his dignity due to the attack of illness in front of others.

The killing intent that he was deeply restrained from was not just Tang Jianli's eyes before he died, because those eyes didn't see the human tragedy that happened in his mansion after his own death.

Those few weak women and children who had just learned to walk, one life after another passed through Ye Yu's mind, he tried not to let himself not remember this, there was still a lot of left on his journey, and the matter was not over yet.

The rain stopped, Ye Yu took off the hat, and new life came out of the vigorous soil, and small flowers and grass stood in the wind.

If reincarnation does exist, then they accept the soothing of rain and spring breeze not to grow up quickly, but to die quickly, so that their lives can be reincarnated into samsara.

When he went down the mountain, Ye Yu met the woodcutter who showed the way, and the woodcutter beckoned from afar, thinking that he was going to the Taoist temple in Huashan to make a wish, so he asked him if he had made a wish.

Ye Yu replied that he had made a wish, the Huashan faction was very civilized, at least more civilized than the beggar gang.

Ye Yu still can't understand why a group of people who want to eat and call Hanako get together, how dare they claim to be the number one gang in the world.

A group of people who can't eat enough but have the world in their hearts, as if this troubled world can be redeemed by asking for food, which is somewhat absurd.

When the leader of the beggar gang took the letter from Ye Yu's hand, it could be seen from his ugly face that he didn't like Tang Jianli this person, and he couldn't help but press the faintly painful wound on his shoulder.

The illiterate helper handed the letter to an elder next to him. This is not to blame him, the whole beggar gang can count the fingers of literacy, if you are literate, or know a craft, you will not beg for food and wander.

Wandering beggars are not terrible, but when thousands of beggars gather together and shout slogans of righteousness, this rabble deserves attention.

After reading the letter, the elder put his mouth to the helper's ear and whispered it.

The gang leader's face became more and more ugly, and after listening to it, he snatched the letter, tore it to pieces, and threw it angrily at Ye Yu in front of him.

Ye Yu was not angry, and said quietly: "The wound on the shoulder is better?"

These words were not greetings, they were naked provocations, because they were injured by Tang Jianli.

The gang leader was angry and said, "Who are you from Tang Jianli?"

Ye Yu said: "Friend, messenger." ”

"What's your name, and where did you come from?"

"Ye Yu. ”

The helper looked at the Xu Guo-shaped knife in his hand and sneered: "What a big courage, Xu Guoren is actually walking in my David, aren't you afraid of death?"

Ye Yu said: "Don't be afraid. ”

The gang leader sat up from the ground angrily: "Anti-thief! My beggar gang has military power, and I can break you into thousands of pieces at any time." ”

Ye Yu said disdainfully: "After being recruited, the villain has a will, and I have a small life, so I don't need to scare me with military power." ”

The helper blushed angrily and asked, "You must have brought more than one letter, right?"

"Four letters. ”

"I'm the first one?"

"The second letter. ”

"Where did you send the first one?"

"Huashan. ”

"Who are you going to send next?"

"Black Miao Village. ”

"You really came to avenge Tang Jianli. ”

"I'm not. ”

"Leave all the letters, and you will leave alive. ”

"I don't stay. ”

The helper appreciated his courage: "With this courage, how good it is to establish a life in Xu Guo'an, why bother to come to Weiguo to make this troubled water and make friends with such disobedient people as Tang Jianli." ”

Ye Yu said, "What did you say?"

The helper said: "I said that you don't have to come to defend the country and cause trouble. ”

Ye Yu said: "What did you say Tang Jianli was?"

The helper said, "I said he was a disobedient." ”

Ye Yu said: "If you don't want to be a lackey to defend the country, you are disobedient?"

was scolded by him as a lackey, and the gang leader was furious: "Take me a dog stick!"

This is what Ye Yu is waiting for, and his hatred has nowhere to vent.

It was a turquoise stick, carved from jade, a deep dark green, I don't know if it was the true color of jade, or the filth that the flowers had accumulated over the years.

This is a token of the beggars.

After the gang leader took the stick, the whole person suddenly lifted his spirits, he was the same as the other people in the beggar gang called Hanako, hungry and emaciated, skinny and bones, and slightly cleaner clothes were the only difference between him and other Hanako.

"Since you have a knife, your martial arts must be extraordinary, I respect you as a good man, I will be one-on-one with you, I will never bully more with less, the beggars have always been very fair. The helper gestured as he said to make the shouting flowers around him retreat, and said: "But the ugly words are ahead, if my dog beating stick misses, I will beat you to death or even kill you, I can only blame you for your inferior skills." ”

Ye Yu doesn't hate this kind of justice, but the helper has an injury on his shoulder, which is not fair.

He pulled out the knife and wiped it vigorously on his shoulder, and in an instant, blood gushed out of the torn clothes and rolled down the blade: "I am also just." ”

The gang leader's round eyes were like lanterns, and there was still respect in his heart.

The dust rolls up when the dog beating stick is waved, and this set of stick methods is unique in the martial arts, and I don't know how many heroes have been injured and how many vicious dogs have been killed.

It's a pity that the name of this set of stick methods is called the dog stick method, which will only hit the dog, not the person. Although Ye Yu's knife has no name, at least it kills people, and he has never killed dogs.

The sword flashed, and the famous dog-beating stick on the rivers and lakes flew out, and the blade rested firmly on the helper's heavenly spirit cover, as long as it was an inch, it could kill him.

The moment the helper was frightened, the knife was taken back, and then the wound on his shoulder was slashed by Ye Yu, and his whole body softened, and the cold sweat of pain rolled down.

"You shouldn't say that Brother Tang is disobedient. The palm cut on the gang leader was to emphasize this point, Ye Yu withdrew the knife and was about to leave, when the gang leader's words made him stop again: "You really didn't come to take revenge?"

Ye Yu said: "I said, no. ”

The helper said, "Then what are you doing here?"

"Send a letter. ”

Ye Yu was in a hurry when he left, because as soon as he stepped out of the gate, the helper ordered people to surround him, and he must not be allowed to leave so easily. By the time the group of unkempt Huazi heard the order and surrounded them, Ye Yu had disappeared.

It takes ten days to travel from here to Heimiao Village, Ye Yu stopped and stopped all the way, vomited blood several times in the middle, and even fell into a coma twice, and he only walked there on this road for 14 days.

He had been thinking about whether Tang Jianli's eyes looking at the world when he was dead were too gentle.

For Ye Yu, Tang Jianli was not only a person he respected, but also saved his life.

It was an autumn, Ye Yu wandered from Xu Guo to Wei Guo with illness, and this escape road tortured him all over his body. It wasn't until he was scattered and began to beg for food that he finally collapsed on the road hungry on a hungry and cold night.

Pedestrians are in a hurry, and life is regarded as a mustard in the era of war and chaos, if it weren't for Tang Jianli passing by here that night, Ye Yu might not really be able to live.

Tang Jianli didn't bring his entourage that day, he personally carried Ye Yu back. He placed Ye Yu in the ear room, and Ye Yu woke up several times that night, and the clean bed was dirty and smelly because of the blood he coughed up.

Tang Jian ordered the people to change the sheets and bedding, and the next day invited the famous Lang Zhong nearby to treat him.

Ye Yu's fate was saved, he regarded Tang Jianli as a benefactor, and kowtowed gratefully in the embarrassment of Tang Jianli hurriedly shaking his hand to help him up.

Until he asked Tang Jianli: "I am from Xu Guo, why did you save me." ”

Tang Jianli said: "It's all human life. ”

"There are so many people in the world who want to be saved, but they saved me. ”

"If you can save one, you can save one, and you can't starve to death on the side of the road, right?"

Since then, Ye Yu has had a kind of worship for Tang Jianli like a religion.

Tang Jianli told Ye Yu that the Tang's dart game he ran was famous in Weiguo, and he told Ye Yu who was lying on the hospital bed little by little the glory of his dart game.

Ye Yu couldn't believe that such a benevolent and righteous gentleman with a great personality would end up in such a tragic end.

On that spring afternoon, at the last moment before Tang Jianli died, he only let Ye Yu accompany him, and Ye Yu was the only person he could trust and trust after his death.

There was a sword on the table, Ye Yu felt a little strange, no one in the Tang Clan's dart game used a sword, Tang Jianli didn't even like swords very much, but why was there a sword here? Ye Yu felt a hint of foreboding.

At the last moment of his life, Tang Jianli's energetic voice became a little low: "You should know that self-slaughter is my only choice." ”

"I don't know. ”

"If I don't die, Huashan and the beggars will not let my family go. ”

"They are decent and decent, and they will not let go of women and children. ”

"What about Heimiao Village? They are a bunch of bandits who kill people without blinking. ”

"Let's run away, the world is so big, they can't find us. ”

"As long as I live, they will look for them, they are people who have been recruited by the Imperial Court of the Patriotic Empire, Xu Wei and the two kingdoms are at war, there are officers and soldiers and spies everywhere, where can we flee to?"

"As long as we escape to a secluded place, no one will find out. ”

"My eight wives and three children, together with more than a dozen people, the goal is too big to hide. The seventh and eighth aunts are still pregnant, and they are about to give birth next month. I don't want them to live in the dark. ”

"Then what problem can you solve by killing yourself?"

"Their goal is me, it has nothing to do with my family, as long as I die and the dart game is dispersed, they will go back to each other, and there will be no more Tang Jianli to defend the country, and there will be no grudges due to the dart game. ”

"The dart game is your life's work, how can you bear it?"

"This is nothing compared to my wife and children, I expected today's ending. I've taken off the sign of Tong's dart game, and the dart master and the executioner have been dismissed by me, they are all good brothers who were born and died with me, and I don't want them to be involved. ”

"Do they go in peace?"

"They also have families and have to leave, and I also told them that if anyone dares not to leave, I, Tang Jianli, will no longer recognize them as brothers. ”

"What about me?"

"I'm more than twenty years older than you, but we're like brothers. You are kind and clean, and you are now the only person I can trust and trust. ”

"What do you need me to do for you?"

Tang Jianli handed over the four letters and said: "After I die, I will hand over these letters to Huashan, Shaolin, the Beggar Gang and Heimiaozhai, remember, you must personally hand them over to their heads." This is important and must not fall into the hands of others. ”

Ye Yu said: "They caused you to be like this, what letter did you write to them?"

"Not to blame each his own master. Tang Jianli said: "Most of the wealth accumulated by the dart bureau over the years has been distributed to the brothers for dismissal, and the remaining half will be handed over to you, and the sisters-in-law and children will be entrusted to you." ”

"You let me take my sisters-in-law away?"

"When I was alive, they were Tang Jianli's wives, as soon as I died, they would become a few ordinary widows, and they would be forgotten by the world in a short time, and then they would really be safe. ”

A man who has been an eagle will not learn to become a cynic.

Tang Jianli was very peaceful when he died, as if there was no pain at all, the sword was separated from the sword, he had never used a sword in his life, but in the end he used a sword to let himself die. His eyes before leaving, as quiet as when he first came to this world, when the crying stopped, he finally told Ye Yu that his death was his own choice, not forced by others, when sending letters to those heads or helpers, don't make trouble, don't look for them to seek revenge, with a forgiving heart, to end Tang Jianli's grievances and hatreds in this life, and the Buddha will bless the eight women and children he left in the world in the dark.

On the day of Tang Jianli's funeral, the sun was very poisonous and strong, the mourning hall was wailing and crying, his eight wives and children were heartbroken in mourning, and their only reliance was so suddenly gone.

Ye Yu knelt in front of the mourning hall very calmly, without tears or over-excitement, he used strength to shed tears in his heart, in order to give these women and children some confidence.

When Ye Yu coughed up blood and fainted in front of the mourning hall, he had been kneeling on the ground for two and a half hours, he had not eaten for a day, and his indescribable grief was like an invisible iron rod, beating him to the ground.

Several women hurriedly carried him into the back hall, and they were really confused.

On the pale mourning hall, the blood left by the puddle of leaf rain was particularly eye-catching, and just as the women were cleaning up, a few uninvited guests broke in, as if they had made an appointment in advance.

The head of Huashan, the abbot of Shaolin, the leader of the beggar gang and the owner of Heimiao Village all came to mourn with their own people.

Following Tang Jianli's instructions before he died, his body was placed in the middle of the mourning hall, don't care about the deceased and some bullshit taboos, if they want to go forward and carefully examine the corpse, let them see it, let them see it clearly, don't stop it.

Sure enough, the head of Huashan stepped forward to take a closer look, for fear that Tang Jianli would not die or cheat to death. Tang Jianli's consideration is not unreasonable, only if they are completely convinced that they are really dead, and they are completely dead, and the Tang dart game really does not exist in the rivers and lakes, can this grievance be resolved.

Several women didn't know what kind of disputes their husbands had with these famous and decent families, they only knew that their husbands died because of these people, and they also knew that these people had received the edict of the imperial court, and they were all knighted. Their tear-drenched eyes watched uneasily as a stranger fiddled with their dead husbands, hated them, but could do nothing about them.

In addition to the head of Huashan, the behavior of the beggar gang leader also made them feel resentful, where did these Huazi regard this place as a mourning hall, and clearly regarded this as a happy event, and regarded the white flower as a red flower. They were like a group of hungry ghosts reincarnated, sitting around the table prepared for the mourners, eating wine and food without being polite at all, loud and unruly.

On the contrary, the abbot of Shaolin looked very amiable, said a few words of comfort, and after the consent of the eldest lady, he led his disciples to read the scriptures to the deceased.

Tang Jianli's judgment was not wrong, when he was alive, the identity of these eight women was Mrs. Tang, and after he died, these women became widows who were not worth mentioning, and he really underestimated the lust and courage of the owner of Heimiao Village.

Among the evil deeds of the owner of the Black Miao Village, the most extreme thing he did was to pick flowers, and he didn't know how many women from good families he had hurt, from the immature girls to the middle-aged beauties, he could eat them all, and some people even said that he had even tried sows.

Although these eight women wearing linen and filial piety are without makeup, but the tears of love and pity will be wanted to protect them if they are a man, they are not old, and the eighth aunt is only seventeen years old this year. Knowing that Tang Jianli was dead, the owner of the village originally had the pleasure of "revenge for revenge" on his face, but after seeing these eight women, he disappeared in an instant.

"Sisters-in-law, please mourn, you have to continue to live, if you don't dislike it, you can come to live in my village, I will treat you like a sister-in-law. The expression on his face when he said this sentence almost condensed the desires of all the prostitutes in the world, and his sister-in-law committed suicide with hatred after being raped by him.

If Ye Yu was here at this moment, he would definitely press him to the ground and knock his teeth down one by one with one punch.

It's a pity that Ye Yu is not there, and the frightened cries of several women and children have stopped, and in the end, it was the head of the house who played the round and said a few words for them, and the owner of Heimiao Village gave up this idea.

The unreasonable behavior of the owner of the village was only known to Ye Yu after listening to his sisters-in-law, and now that he thinks about it, he still grits his teeth with hatred. If the owner of the village was not a bandit or robber, if he could be more reasonable and righteous, maybe Tang Jianli wouldn't have to kill himself.

Thinking of all this, Ye Yu couldn't help but touch the letter on his body, he had already decided that when sending the letter, as long as the owner of the village dared to be disrespectful with a few words, he would kill him with a knife.