Blood soaked the land, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. There was silence all around, except for the mournful laughter echoing through the trees.

Everything came suddenly, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Shen Wansan calmed down a little and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. He stood up, bowed to Yan Shan and Liang Xingshen, and said in a deep voice: "Little Lao'er, thank you for the grace of the two young heroes for saving their lives!"

Yan Shan sighed lightly and groaned, "Old man, we're late." ”

Shen Wansan smiled sadly and said slowly: "It's not too late, as long as the little old man is alive, he can take revenge." As he spoke, he walked up to his daughter and gently lifted her up.

The poignant laughter came to an abrupt end, and a "wow" sounded, followed by a heart-wrenching cry. The girl threw herself into her father's arms and hugged him tightly with her slender jade hands, which were still stained with blood.

For the rest of my life, I really don't know if it's luck or misfortune?

Soon after, in the midst of both mental and physical pain, she fell asleep, perhaps as a relief.

Yan Shan then asked, "Old man, but Marshal Han Shizhong is guarding Xiangyang?"

Shen Wansan said softly: "Not bad." ”

Yan Shan was puzzled, and asked again: "Then why do people dare to block the road and rob here?"

Shen Wansan sighed lightly and said slowly: "Han Dashuai is brave and good at fighting, but he can protect the territory and the people. The so-called Jiangmen Huzi, the young marshal Han Yi is a hero, jealous and hateful, and once led soldiers to wash six thieves' dens in blood, which made the bandits and robbers feel terrified. Although Han Dashuai has been bedridden for more than a month, and the young marshal Han Yi has also been staying in the general's mansion, Yu Wei is still there. In the territory of Xiangyang Prefecture, no one dares to blatantly block the road and rob. ”

Hearing this, Yan Shan's face changed slightly, and he secretly thought: Could it be that Marshal Han is sick in bed is fake, and he was simply plotted by the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, and his body is highly poisonous. If so, then I'm too late. However, as long as Marshal Han is alive, there is room for maneuver.

Seeing Yan Shan's appearance, Shen Wanshan continued: "Today's group of people is not a bandit bandit, but a member of the Black Dragon Gang. As long as they are not recognized and do not harm people's lives, no one will report to the officials, after all, more things are better than less. Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes unconsciously showed a resentful gaze.

Yan Shan understood that it was the Taoist priest in the green shirt who inadvertently mentioned the Black Dragon Gang, which caused the murder of the old man's family. But he didn't say it, and he didn't ask again.

Shen Wansan didn't seem to want to mention it again.

Liang Xing had been listening quietly. Only then did he ask softly, "Old man, what are your plans?"

Shen Wansan groaned slightly, and said with a straight face: "Little Lao'er has two things that he wants to ask the two young heroes. ”

Liang Xing said in a deep voice: "Old man, but it's okay to talk about it!"

Shen Wansan said: "The first thing is that there are two young heroes to help Xiao Lao'er bury his inner man and eight brothers in this forest. ”

"Of course!"

"It's incumbent!"

Shen Wansan bowed slightly and continued: "The second thing is that I hope that the two young heroes will not tell others about today's events, and they will not have to take revenge for Xiao Lao'er. ”

Liang Xing asked casually, "Why is this?"

Shen Wansan sighed slightly: "Little Lao'er has been cautious all his life, and he never thought that he would suffer such a catastrophe when he was old. Today, the little old man is living in secret, just for revenge. "His wife was killed, his beloved daughter was insulted, as a husband, as a father, he should fight hard, even if he knew that he was hitting a stone with an egg, he would not retreat. However, he did not do it because he wanted to live, and only by living could he take revenge. This kind of determination and determination is far beyond the imagination of many people.

Liang Xing understood.

Yan Shan secretly admired.

Sometimes, it's easy to die, but it takes a lot of courage to live.

Before you know it, the sun is setting in the west.

In a clearing in the woods, a lonely grave quietly appeared, with no tombstones, no incense, only a lonely grave.

A carriage stopped outside Xiangyang City, and Yan Shan and his sister and brother stepped out of the carriage.

Shen Wansan hurriedly asked, "I don't know what to call the young man?"

Yan Shan clenched his fists slightly, and said with a light smile: "When we meet in Pingshui, why do we care about false fame?

Shen Wansan was not reluctant, and hugged his fists and said: "There will be a period later!"

After that, Liang Xing and Yan Shan looked at each other and smiled, and the carriage left.

Looking at the carriage that was gradually moving away, Zhao Yan couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, why don't we take the carriage into the city?"

Yan Shan said softly: "Because my uncle doesn't want to attract the attention of others." ”

Zhao Yan didn't seem to understand, but she still nodded obediently.

Xiangyang, named because it is located in the sun of Xiangshui, is a place where soldiers must fight. Once here, three visits to the thatched house, a pair in Longzhong, three points in the world.

A group of three people walked in Xiangyang City, Yanshan told stories, and the sisters and brothers listened, their eyes rolled wildly, and they asked strange questions from time to time.

"Is that Marshal Han more powerful than his uncle?"

"Uncle Liu Huang goes to the thatched house if he has nothing to do, and he doesn't farm, what do you eat?"

"Uncle, is Guan Yu powerful, or Zhang Fei?"

"Uncle, is Zhuge Liang the most powerful?"

......

Yan Shan always smiled and answered patiently.

Before I knew it, the last rays of the sunset disappeared into the sky.

They found a nearby inn, and after dinner, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Three people, one bed.

The siblings soon fell asleep.

Looking at those two innocent and lovely faces, Yan Shan shook his head with a wry smile.