"Killed, killed. ”

Someone shouted loudly. Then the people on the street ran in one direction. Yun Wuxian also followed the flow of people to the city gate, Yun Wuxian squeezed into the crowd, he saw an old man lying on the ground, the old man's heart was stuck in a knife, blood kept flowing out of the knife, and it had already flowed all over the ground. The old man's eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and he was obviously not breathing.

A middle-aged man, about thirty years old, dressed in tatters and with a muddy face. The man knelt on the ground, holding the old man's head with both hands, presumably, the dead old man was the man's relative.

The man just knelt, not weeping, not wailing.

"The officials are coming. Someone shouted loudly.

A path was made in the crowd. Two officials came over, one with a chain in his hand and a scimitar in the other.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

The official shouted as he walked into the crowd. When the official saw the old man lying on the ground, the two officials immediately became nervous. The two men were back to back, looking around.

"Where is the murderer?" shouted the official with the chain in his hand.

"The murderer ran away. The middle-aged man holding the deceased said coldly.

Hearing that the murderer had run away, the two officials breathed a sigh of relief. The official with the scimitar in his hand pointed at the middle-aged man with the scimitar in his hand and asked fiercely, "Who are you? What does it have to do with the deceased?"

"He's my father. The middle-aged man said.

"Your father was killed?" The official with the chain in his hand looked at the middle-aged man and asked puzzledly, "Your father was killed, why don't you cry and feel sad?"

"Is it useful to cry and be sad?" the middle-aged man asked rhetorically.

"Who is the murderer. The official with the chain in his hand asked, "Tell me about us, and we will arrest the murderer for you and avenge you." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Why? Could it be that you don't know the murderer?"

"I know the murderer. ”

"Hurry up and tell us. We avenge you. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head again and said, "Thank you, no need." I myself will go for revenge. He killed my father, and I will kill him myself, so that I can avenge my father. ”

The middle-aged man stood up with the old man in his arms, and under the gaze of everyone, the middle-aged man staggered away. The two officials looked at each other and left in unison.

The attitude of the official made Yun Wuxian very puzzled. In the blue sky, there are murders on the streets, how can they be indifferent when they see it?

In fact, Yun Wuxian didn't know that as an official, especially a dispensable petty official, few people would really regard the safety of people's lives as their career. Most of them have the mentality of being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day, striving to prevent a moth from appearing on their errands.

Now, the family of the deceased has not asked them to help find the murderer, and they are happy to be quiet.

The middle-aged man left with the corpse in his arms, and the onlookers also left in a huff. Yun Wuxian saw that the middle-aged man's steps were extremely embarrassed, and although Yun Wuxian couldn't see the faces of the young people, he could feel the sadness of the middle-aged people. Because he also experienced this grief. When he learned that Blacksmith Feng had been killed by the bandits, Yun Wuji's first thought was to kill the thief and avenge Blacksmith Feng.

What made Yun Wuxian very puzzled was that since the middle-aged man was full of grief, why didn't he let the official help him find the murderer and take revenge?

With this question, Yun Wuxian quietly followed behind the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man held the old man's corpse, walked out of Kyoto, out of the city five miles of road, there is a small mountain, although the mountain is not big, but quite beautiful mountains and rivers.

The middle-aged man put the old man's body on the ground and began to dig a pit. Yun Wuxian knew that the middle-aged man was going to bury the corpse. After looking at it for a while, Yun Wuxian felt that the middle-aged man's movements were getting slower and slower, and he knew that the middle-aged man was tired. Kindness drove Yun Wuxian to walk over.

"Can I help?" asked Yun Wuji.

The middle-aged man stopped the movement of his hand, he was silent for a moment, and then, slowly, raised his head and looked at Yun Wuxi. Yun Wuxian just glanced at the man, he saw the red and swollen eyes of the middle-aged man, and Yun Wuxian sensed the grief of the middle-aged man.

"Can I help you?" Yun Wuxian spoke in an extremely soft voice, and his tone was extremely sincere, he wanted the middle-aged man to feel his enthusiasm.

"No need. I can myself. The middle-aged man said coldly.

Yun Wuxian's enthusiasm was ignored by the middle-aged man, and Yun Wuxian was very unhappy in his heart. However, the cloud did not flare up. The middle-aged people have lost their loved ones, and the grief of the mood is understandable.

The middle-aged man continued to dig the pit, although his movements became slower and slower. However, he did not stop his movements. Yun Wuxian was also very confused at the moment, he came to Kyoto angrily, originally to kill Emperor Yan to avenge his father. Now, a few words from the young man in white made Yun Wuji's heart of revenge lighter. So, Yun Wuxian doesn't know where he should go?

Yun Wuxian sat on the dead tree, watching the middle-aged man dig the pit little by little. After half a day's effort, the middle-aged man finally dug a pit that could accommodate the size of a corpse.

The middle-aged man held the old man's body and buried the body little by little. By the time everything was done, it was already dark, and the sky was lit up with stars. Not to mention the middle-aged, Yun Wuxian is a little tired as a bystander.

"Why are you following me?" the middle-aged man walked up to Yun Wuxian and asked coldly.

"I sympathize with you. Yun Wuxian said.

"Sympathize with me!!!" the middle-aged man sneered, "You sympathize with me." Why do you sympathize with me? Do you know the grief of the loss of a loved one?"

"Of course I do. Yun Wuxian said, "Compared to me, you don't seem to me to be so sad. You know, I've tasted this twice. And you, it's just once. ”

The middle-aged man looked at Yun Wuxian in a daze. From Yun Wuxian's sincere eyes, the middle-aged man knew that Yun Wuxian was not lying to him. After a pause, the middle-aged man said, "Can I drink and go?"

"I don't have any money on me. Yun Wuxian spread his hands and said.

"Come with me. The middle-aged man said.

Yun Wuxian followed the middle-aged man and walked towards the mountain forest. Yun Wuxian thought that the middle-aged man would take him to Kyoto, and naturally he would go to the tavern to drink. However, seeing that the place where the middle-aged man took him was getting more and more desolate, Yun Wuxian had some doubts in his heart, but Yun Wuxian did not stop his footsteps.

The two walked ten miles and came to a thatched hut. The middle-aged man pushed open the grass hut, and after entering, he lit the lamp. Yun Wuxian stood at the door, looked at the humble house, and said, "This is where you live?"

"This is my home, to be exact. The middle-aged man made a gesture of please, and after Yun Wuxian entered the house, the middle-aged man pulled out a stool, and Yun Wuxian was not polite, and sat down generously.

"Wait a minute. The middle-aged man said.

Then, the middle-aged man went out, and after a while, the middle-aged man came back with two wine jars in his arms. The middle-aged man put down the jar and went out again. After a while, the middle-aged man came back with a plate of pickles.

"I'm sorry, we ate a pheasant yesterday. "The middle-aged man put the plate on the table, and in the plate was pickles.

"I've heard people say that the best dish to drink is pickles. "Those who drink and eat a big meal are not really drinking. Real drinkers, don't need anything. Wine has its own fragrance. If you are eating food, the aroma of the food will overshadow the aroma of the wine. ”

The middle-aged man opened the seal on the wine jar, he handed Yun Wuxian a jar of wine, and said, "Let's have one jar for each person, so it's fair." ”

"I don't drink as much as you do. Yun Wuxian said with a smile.

"How could it be. The middle-aged man said, "You are a Jianghu person." How can people in the rivers and lakes not drink alcohol? Do you say?"

Yun Wuxian looked at the middle-aged man with his eyes, and he felt that the middle-aged man did not know martial arts. Therefore, Yun Wuxian felt that the middle-aged man was not a Jianghu person. It's just that how do middle-aged people know that they are Jianghu people?

"How can you tell that I'm from the rivers and lakes?

The middle-aged man shook his head and said angrily: "If I were from the rivers and lakes, I would have killed the person who killed my father a long time ago." ”

"But, what about you?"

"I know what you're going to say. The middle-aged man said, "Although I am not a Jianghu person." However, I often deal with people in the rivers and lakes. I can tell who you are from your demeanor and gait. ”

"What are you doing?" asked Yun Wuji.

"My father and I made sake and brought it to Kyoto to buy it. The middle-aged man said, "Today, my father and I delivered wine, and on the way back, we met Zhang Hu. You know, Zhang Hu is a master in Kyoto. ”

Yun Wuxian shook his head and said, "I'm not a local, I just came here, so I don't know what Zhang Hu you are talking about." ”

On weekdays, Zhang Hu relied on his brother-in-law who was an official in the court, bullying the township and being domineering. Everyone dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. My father and I are honest people, and for this kind of person, we all hide after we meet. If you can, try not to provoke as much as possible. It's just that I didn't expect that we would be so cautious and still invite trouble. ”

"On the way to deliver wine to my father, Zhang Hu stopped us, and he arrogantly took away a jar of wine. My father and I were very angry. But we thought that we would take it as if we were ruined and avoid disaster, and we would give him a jar of wine. ”

"You were so humble to him, why did he kill your father anyway?" asked Yun Wuxian .

"My father and I pulled the jar and went to deliver wine to our regular customers. On the way back, Zhang Hu blocked our way again. I thought he was going to drink, so I pointed to the empty jar in the car and told him that I had no more alcohol. Zhang Hu shook his head, he pointed his finger at my nose and accused us of buying fake wine. You know, when my father heard this, his anger rose all at once. ”