Sun's house is located in the north of Qiancheng, and the street in front of the door is also a very lively place in the city.

At this time, among the crowd surrounding the Sun family's mansion, Xiao Qi'er and Lao Hua were also there. The fire burned the Sun family to ruins, but the strange thing is that the surrounding houses were not damaged at all, and the onlookers naturally knew that this was a big deal.

If you want to say that the people of Qiancheng are not surprised by such a thing. Qiancheng is a city where cultivators and ordinary people live together, and ordinary people naturally see more of the set of immortal Taoism, and it is not surprising that it breathes fire and rains.

The little beggar looked at the black patch in front of him, and he couldn't see what he had been. On the contrary, there was not much blood in the Sun family, and it was all burned by the fire, but the streets outside the Sun family were not like this.

The corpses were carried out of the house and lay on the street, not even covered with a white cloth, probably too dead, and the government also felt that it was unnecessary. It's all the same way of dying, a sword is cut in the roar, and another sword is inserted in the heart, and the death can no longer be penetrated.

There was a cacophony of voices around.

"died well, the Sun family always relied on the power of the family to suppress the surrounding small clans, and they couldn't raise their heads. ”

"You can't say that, it's true that the Sun family did it, but the rest of the Sun family is innocent. ”

"I don't know which one made it. ”

"Have you heard, this time it seems that it is to rob the treasure of Sunset Mountain. ”

"No, the teahouse and the wine shop are all talking. It is said that the treasure can soar if you get it. ”

These ordinary spectators talked about it without concealment, many said they deserved to die, but there were also a few who spoke compassionately about their sins. Even the row of lying corpses on the street did not let go, the little two of this family deducted silver taels, the other vendor was very greedy, and the little lady's work was not meticulous to pick up.

The little beggar was silent, walking, and the old flower followed him silently, and when this road was finished, he turned to look at the horizontal corpse of the other road. Most of them have round eyes, and few of them are closed.

"Three hundred and twelve. The little beggar finally stopped, a little heavy, but a little relieved in his heart.

He could count them.

"Why?"

Lao Hua looked at his incomprehensible eyes towards him, and was silent for a moment. After a long time, he spoke: "I don't understand after all." ”

"What about the ordinary people of the Sun family?" he was a little unsure.

"Except for those who committed suicide, everything else was hidden. ”

The little beggar's chest fell slightly, "How many people?" ”

"Three hundred and twelve. Lao Hua looked at the person in front of him, and the little beggar also raised his head to meet his gaze, but it suddenly dimmed.

"Did they replace them?"

"You have heard that there is a way to die, but it is not only those who have said it. Lao Zhaohua didn't answer yes or no, only said this sentence.

The little beggar didn't ask any more, and nodded lightly, but his eyes were still gloomy.

"I want to go and see the people of the Sun family. ”

Lao Hua was silent when she heard this, and took a step, and the little beggar followed behind. The two of them walked around the city for a long time, and finally stopped in front of an old wooden door.

Pushing the door in, there was a sound of gold and iron, and when it was clear that it was the two of them, a group of black clothes in the courtyard hurriedly put their swords into their sheaths, bowed their heads and clenched their fists. But the little beggar who pushed the door open didn't want to go in.

Looking up, there is a large compound, enough to accommodate more than 300 people, but it can't be seen from the outside. The yard was full of people, sitting, standing, no one made a sound, or no one dared to speak out, even if they experienced the grief of a broken family, this tear had to be evaporated in their eyes.

There was a mother who buried her child's head in her arms with her chin against it, and couldn't bear to let him see it all. There are also children who press their mothers to their chests and do not close their eyes, and I can protect you. Some hate, some fear, some laugh, but no one weeps.

The little beggar's heart was suddenly picked up, and his face became distorted, but he didn't close his eyes. He knew that someone must have cried, but the person who cried must have a reason not to cry anymore, maybe it is not a reason, it is coercion.

He didn't speak, turned and walked out, not wanting to stay longer.

"They're lucky. "The old flower opened his mouth first.

"I understand, but it still hurts. ”

The little beggar didn't complain that the Bai family had killed the three hundred and twelve, he knew very well that the Bai family had done their best, as for why it was all three hundred and twenty-one, he didn't dare to think about it again.

"Let's go, go back. The voice of the old flower came slowly, "After resting these days, it's time to cultivate." ”

Yes, I've been resting for days, but I'm so tired.

The little beggar looked up at the sky, the autumn was high and cool, and geese came from the south and flew through the air. The autumn leaves have begun to fall, but most of them are still yellow and red, and the wind rustles when it blows, which is very good, but the heart is not quiet in this season, only a little taste of the season.

......

Qingzhu looked at the stunned villain at the dinner table and called a few times, but when he came back to his senses, he was stunned again, so he also stood quietly aside. watched the sadness in his eyes melt more and more, and sighed deeply in his heart.

The little beggar is not like a child, and it is definitely not in Qingzhu's eyes. There were many things in his eyes that Qingzhu couldn't understand, some of which he had never even seen in Bai Yaoyun's eyes. The child's eyes are very clear, but he doesn't, but when the little beggar and the old man were together, his eyes often sparkled, and these green bamboos didn't know.

A sudden sound of jade flute broke the dullness, and the little beggar's sloppy gaze also gathered. Push the window and look carefully, the moonlight is clear, and the bright moon is wrapped around the sound of the flute, walking lightly and slowly, lingering in the Bai family compound.

"Who's blowing?" asked the little beggar, turning his head and pointing out the window.

"It's Childe. Qingzhu bent his eyes together and looked at the little young master by the window with a smile, "Xiaoshao mainly likes it, it's better to go to Childe, you two are very similar, you can talk." ”

When the little beggar heard this, he shook his head heavily, leaned on the window with his hands, and listened carefully. In the past, listening to the sound of the flute was in a lively place like the Red Pavilion, and it was the elegance of a beautiful talent, but now listening to Xiao is different, my heart is a little blocked, and the sound of the flute is also a little sad.

"Go and see from afar. The little beggar looked back and said, his face a little embarrassed.

Qingzhu smiled and said nothing, took a thin dress and put it on the little beggar, and pushed the door out.

Under the moonlight, the bamboo shadow is obliquely woven in the courtyard, and the wall reflects many mottled spots, and there are fish shallow stirring the water ripples, and the bamboo shadow on the wall also swayes. The sound of the flute sounded quite close, but it also turned a few courtyards and came from the rooftops.

There are white clothes sitting on the eaves, jade flute in hand, facing the moon.

The fifteenth full moon in autumn is very different from spring, summer and winter, and the moon in this season has its own melancholy and sorrow.

"In the past, the son didn't play the jade flute. Qingzhu whispered beside the little beggar, "It should be that I liked it after going to sunset, and the sisters in the house all said that they met the person they liked on the sunset mountain, and they taught me a song of worry." ”

The little beggar's brows furrowed slightly, but he did not speak.

"But when you see someone you like, you lose your arm. Qingzhu's voice was a little heavier, and with the sound of the flute, it was also sad.

"Maybe it's for the beasts of the mountains. The little beggar Mu Ne said, but Qingzhu didn't believe it, his son's methods were more powerful than beasts.

"It's a familiar feeling. The little beggar listened to the sound of the flute in his ears, his eyes were sad, and he muttered to himself.

"It's "Pu Qiuyue", the sister who understands the rhythm of music said it. ”

The little beggar looked at her suspiciously, Qingzhu smiled, there was a mournful sound, jumping out of his throat, sorrowful, stacked with the sound of the flute, wanting to make people cry. The white-clothed man sitting on the roof seemed to have heard it, and looked back, but the sound of the flute did not break.

The shadow goes to sleep under the moon, people walk on the plank road shallowly, the heart is vast, the sky is wide and wide, and there is no room for a face.

The flowers bloom in the evening breeze, the tide rises and breaks the wilderness, the sound is slow, the ground is firm, and it cannot be hidden.

The person who played the jade flute stopped, and there seemed to be still the sound of the flute, and the little beggar raised his eyes to look at the people on the roof, and the people on the house also looked over, and the moon was clear and clear in his eyes, peaceful and sad, and there were similar things flashing in the two pairs of eyes.

The little beggar turned around and walked back and forth. Qingzhu paused, and hurriedly followed.

Bai Yaoyun lifted the wine jug beside him and poured a sip, a little bitter.

Autumn moon, autumn moon, autumn moon appreciation. The word reward is not good, someone accompanies it to be rewarded, and it is not in hope, so I have to say that it is to see, simple and vulgar but revealing a lot of loneliness, but it is both lonely and has to say a lot.

The little beggar returned to the house and sat at the window looking at the moon. Without the sound of the flute, the moonlight became quieter and quieter, with a faint cold light, a little cold. His heart was heavy, and the series of things that had happened since sunset had made him too sad. I didn't understand Bai Yaoyun's sword, so I went to the Bai family in a daze, and made a bloody choice, not daring to understand a lot of sad words.

Qingzhu watched the look in the little beggar's eyes change and change, and finally let it go, but she knew that it did not disappear, but hidden, but one day she still had to take it out.

......

When you fall asleep, it will be dawn, and you can put everything away first, and then talk about it later, and you may forget it.

I have to start cultivating today, maybe to be precise, the little beggar has been cultivating all along, but it's just something to refine.

After breakfast, Lao Zhaohua took the little beggar out of the remote door in the backyard of the Bai family and walked out to the lively place in the city.

"Is he going to that place?" muttered Bai Yaoyun, who was still sitting on the eaves, and had not slept all night, "probably cruel to him." Bai Yaoyun stood up, raised the hem of his clothes, and jumped down.

The sword of Sunset Mountain, the choice of the Bai family, he didn't know if the little beggar didn't understand, but he understood many things. Although the little beggar lost the broken sword behind him, his appearance changed a lot, but he still recognized it, and the little beggar couldn't hide his eyes well. But for Bai Burn Cloud, it doesn't matter anymore.