The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese fly south.

Late autumn is always a bleak autumn breeze, a scene of chaotic leaves.

It is in this stormy season that Beimu Country has ushered in all kinds of sad things, and the century-old country is in danger.

The reason is that the emperor of the Eastern Pole Empire is too mediocre and greedy for fun, and he doesn't know what "the people are noble and the king is light", and the price is that all over the country has risen up and flocked to the luxurious and majestic palace in the capital.

The mediocre emperor saw that the general trend of the world had gone, and instead of thinking about how to quell the rebellion, he simply did nothing, and even more mediocre and inaction, spending money every day and enjoying the last happy time.

After approaching the capital, there were four "peasant armies" that were the strongest, occupying the east, west, south, and north of the capital, and began infighting, and then stalemate, and so on they kept confronting each other, and no one wanted to be the first bird to let the other three parties reap the benefits of the fisherman. And the four parties do not trust each other, and none of them are willing to join forces.

There is a big river in Beimu State, which traverses dozens of countries in the northern part of the Eastern Regions, and it is considered large even in the Eastern Regions, and it is the largest batch of rivers except for the first river in the world. This river is called the Kitagi River in Kitagi Province.

The middle section of the Beimu River is flat, the river is not in a hurry, and there are many villages and towns along the river. However, due to the war, many places are still devastated and full of corpses.

"Master, why are those rebellious peasant armies facing each other outside the imperial city? Aren't they all poor peasants who have been cornered and turned back? Since they have all arrived in front of the mediocre emperor, why don't they join forces and kill them directly, get rid of the emperor first, and then fight each other?" Zhao Zhishui walked by the river, did not look at the flowing river, but looked up and asked Master.

"Because people are often like this, at the beginning, they are forced to have no way out, and they fight hard, putting life and death out of the way. Once you have the rest of your life, you will get your heart from your heart. But if you gain a lot after the rest of your life, to the point that you couldn't imagine it before, then people will often forget their original intentions. The world is bustling, all for profit. The world is crowded, all for profit. Fame and fortune are the easiest way to lose yourself. But whether this matter is right or wrong, others are often not qualified to judge, depending on how the individual thinks. It doesn't matter right or wrong. Chu Chou glanced at the dim sky and replied.

Zhao Zhishui nodded as if she didn't understand.

"But no matter what. Those who are unarmed are often the most innocent. In the competition for the general trend of the world, the most people who died were not the battlefield soldiers of Jin Ge Iron Horse, but the ordinary people who lived and worked in peace and contentment. ”

"There's a village in front of us, let's go and rest. Chu Chou saw from a distance that there was a small village in front of him, but that village, when it was time for lunch, there was not a wisp of smoke.

"Thatched cottage village. After Chu Chou and Zhao Zhishui approached, Zhao Zhishui saw these three words engraved on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village.

"That's not bad. Chu Chou walked the rivers and lakes, and saw a lot of calligraphy masters and calligraphy masters, the level of the character is rising, and the vision is naturally not low, but the three words at the entrance of the small village in this small country still make Chu Chou's eyes shine, and I feel that although these three words are not very good, they are also decent, not bad, and there is some charm in them.

Walking into the village, the doors of every house are closed, as if they want to keep out all suffering.

Walking from the head of the village to the end of the village, Chu Chou saw a house with a wooden door hidden. The courtyard of this house is crudely surrounded by a dilapidated fence, and the wooden door is also riddled with holes.

Chu Chou knocked on the door, but no one responded. I knocked on the door again, but there was still no answer.

After Chu Chou was about to leave with Zhao Zhishui, the door of the house opened, and an old man walked out on crutches and stopped Chu Chou.

It was a face wrinkled like a ravine, two trembling hands, lost more than half of his teeth, and cloudy eyes, all of which showed the hardships and hardships that this old man had endured.

"Childe girl, please come in. The old man invited Chu Chou and Zhao Zhishui into the house.

After entering the house, Chu Chou glanced at the old man's room and sighed slightly in his heart. The old man's house was small. And there is only a table, a chair, a bed and a stove in the house, that's all.

"Old gentleman, may I ask those peasant houses in the village, why are they all closed their doors?" Chu Chou asked after helping the old man to sit on a chair.

"For this is the custom of their place, that when there is a calamity, they close their doors, and if nothing happens, they do not go out. The old man gasped as he spoke, and his voice was small, as if he was straining.

"Aren't they?, isn't the old gentleman a local?" Chu Chou grabbed the words and asked,

"Drink water first, guests from afar. The old man poured two glasses of water slowly and handed them to Chu Chou and Zhao Zhishui.

After Chu Chou and Zhao Zhishui thanked each other, they drank the water slowly. Then the old man slowly said his life experience, but only a few words took his life with him. Chu Chou didn't ask again, Zhao Zhishui originally wanted to ask, but seeing that Chu Chou didn't ask again, he shut up and didn't ask.

Since they live in this world that no one can tell, who doesn't have a few poignant stories that are not enough for outsiders?

"There's nothing left to eat in the house. The old man took out a few lean potatoes. The potatoes were like the back of the old man's thin hands, which made people feel desolate.

"Sir, you don't have to do that. We brought our own dry food, so we don't need to do that with the old gentleman. Chu Chou pushed the potatoes back and shook his head.

"Grandpa, we're not hungry. Zhao Zhishui said with a smile.

The old man smiled very shallowly when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth hooked upward, as if he had exhausted the old man's strength.

"Old gentleman, I walk the rivers and lakes, and I can be regarded as a person in the rivers and lakes, and I have a little internal strength, can I take a look at the pulse for the old man?" Chu Chou asked.

"Then thank you. The old man replied weakly.

Chu Chou stretched out his right hand and put it on the wrist of the old man's left hand, and then gave a trace of internal force in his body to the old man. The old man's face suddenly became more ruddy, and his physical fitness also improved invisibly.

"Sir, then I won't bother. Chu Chou hugged his fists and left with Zhao Zhishui. When he passed by the house as he left, Chu Chou inadvertently caught a glimpse of a few very small sentences next to the broken paper window next to the door. This handwriting is the handwriting on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village.

Chu Chou just glanced at it, and then remembered those few words, so his figure did not stop, and walked out of the old man's house with Zhao Zhishui. The old man struggled to use his crutches and sent Chu Chou away. Chu Chou insisted on not letting the old man come out again and continue to send it, because it was cold outside, and he was afraid that the old man's body and bones would be cold.

When the old man slowly turned around and walked back into the house, he saw that there was a bag on the wooden table that was old for a long time, and I don't know when and who put it on it. The old man walked over on crutches, opened the bag, and found that it was some silver, which was forty or fifty taels! It was enough for the old man to spend decades alone! The old man's cloudy eyes were slightly clearer, and he said to himself, "Thank you, son." ”

Chu Chou, who had already left Caotang Village, recalled the words he accidentally glimpsed when he left the old man's house, it should be said that it was a poem titled "Qingping Le".

Hungry rats around the bed, bats dancing over the lamp. The pine wind on the house blew and rained, and the broken paper window muttered to himself.

In his life, he was in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and he returned to Huafa with a pale face. The cloth was dreamed of by the autumn night, and there were thousands of miles in front of him.

Chu Chou had grievances in his heart, but he couldn't sing at this time, he had to wait, wait for a suitable opportunity.

When the time comes, he will spit out the grievances in his heart for a hundred years, and spit out the fastest and most spectacular sword in the world!

"Thousands of miles in front of you......" Chu Chou muttered to himself, "It's spectacular......"