The shepherd was able to go down to the ground.

Second sister-in-law You's kick was really heavy enough, it's a man who has been lying on the kang for so long.

There was also a body of burning bubbles, although it was not a big problem, it was enough to make the sheep herd moan for a long time.

He dragged another leg and a black rag over his shoulder, and began to work in the tavern.

It's just that this leg seems to be dragging more than before.

He was a fool.

Stupidity also has the benefit of being stupid, after making such a fuss, now that I see Second Sister-in-law You, the sheepherd's eyes are slanted as before, and I don't feel embarrassed at all.

There are also idlers who deliberately leaned over and slammed the special part of the shepherd, laughing, and saying that they didn't lose anything. turned around, and pointed to the second sister-in-law You, saying that the shepherd was a good person......

Whenever this happens, the shepherd will always stare and giggle.

The second sister-in-law You rushed out very angrily, first glared at the shepherd, turned around, and said to the idle man: "I will come back! I will definitely come back......

After speaking, a big foot wearing a "thousand-layer bottom" twisted on the ground intentionally or unintentionally, and looked at the idler in front of him.

Those idlers suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and hurriedly stepped up their hooks to hide far away, turned around, and glanced at Second Sister-in-law You with palpitations.

After coming and going, no one dared to make such a joke anymore.

As if nothing had happened.

The store fell into calm again......

Niu Ye sat behind the counter.

He silently looked into the distance, his sunken eyes full of exhaustion.

It's hard enough for him, as soon as the weather is cold, the amount of firewood used in this store is increasing day by day.

Last time Meng Erdan had a treat, he almost drank up some of the old wine treasured in the store. How can you open a tavern without wine? No way, Niu Ye stayed up for several nights in one go, stepping up the soju.

Naturally, soju uses firewood.

The matter of chopping wood has always needed to be done by Niu Ye himself.

Chopping wood is naturally a chore.

Even more bitter than chopping firewood is collecting firewood - after all, it is with firewood that you can chop.

The work of collecting firewood has always been worried by Niu Ye.

The Mountains of the Two Realms were originally a barren land, and since ancient times, plants and trees have been scarce. In order to be able to put a bundle of firewood, Niu Ye did not hesitate to climb over the mountains and mountains, and I don't know how many bare dirt mountains he had to climb over.

What came in was just some miscellaneous wood.

The shepherd also fought for a while, and if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of Master Niu, he would have cut down the poplar tree.

Niu Ye no longer dared to let the shepherd go to chop wood......

He sat behind the counter, sighed, and said to himself, "Old! old......"

No one heard his sigh.

What has happened in the Two Realms Mountain recently is too exciting, such a big event has happened one after another, and the happiest person is naturally none other than that group of idlers.

In other words, who would think that it would be too big for someone who is obsessed with watching the excitement?

Niu Ye looked at the group of idlers who were spitting around with half a bowl of wine, and sighed again, and his eyes, which were surrounded by wrinkles one after another, sank even deeper.

Master!

Among this group of people, there must be a master.

Although these people came to his tavern all day long to brag about the mountains, he naturally recognized every face in them, but now when he looked at it, he suddenly felt that those gray faces had become blurred.

But among them, there must be an unknown master.

Hidden deeply, no one knows, vicious, killing people invisibly......

In any case, Niu Ye firmly believes that the Lu Bang last time was definitely not killed by Meng Erdan.

Master! Master......

Niu Ye pondered, and a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, and muttered to himself, "Boy, boy—that boy hasn't been drinking for a long time......"

It so happened that the shepherd came over, and he heard the old shopkeeper talking, stared, leaned up, and asked angrily, "What is the shopkeeper......?"

"Oh!" Niu Ye suddenly felt his gaffe, he glanced at the shepherd, did not answer, turned his head, and looked into the distance motionlessly......

A teenager.

He wears a hat and a cloth shirt.

Holding a long sword, standing at the gate of the county office.

With a "boom", Master Gou, who was standing with a stick, fell to the ground with a bang.

On his back, there is a willow leaf.

A willow leaf is just an ordinary leaf, which can be picked with a casual hand.

So ordinary, so ordinary, so sparse, so weak......

It's just that at this moment, the incomparably weak willow leaf is like a sharp flying knife, deeply inserted into the master's back.

The young man knows very well that anyone who practices martial arts, if he wants to walk the rivers and lakes, he must be able to practice hard skills.

If you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten, which is just common sense that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows.

The master has a spear in one hand to make him superb, and he must have practiced martial arts for many years and has profound skills.

Such hard work, not to mention invulnerability, at least, the necessary hard skills must be there.

Unexpectedly, such a person with profound skills actually died under a willow leaf.

The thin willow leaf sank deep into the master's back, revealing only a short petiole.

Moreover, the position of the willow leaf insertion is also extremely tricky, passing through the back, bypassing the ribs, and directly inserting into the heart, a fatal blow.

A bright red fountain suddenly poured out from the master's back.

What kind of master is he......

The young man pondered, his face still unmoving, and he walked over step by step with his sword.

When a large group of officials with teeth and claws saw the master, they had already thrown the stick in their hands and ran away without a trace.

The doors are wide open.

The young man held his sword and looked at the door of the mansion, his dark eyebrows trembling.

He waited twelve years for this moment.

Twelve years.

Twelve years......

Twelve years ago, that winter, he broke into the Sun family's compound, killed Sun Datou, set a fire, cut off the two ears of the white wolf, and left calmly.

I didn't expect to catch up with my mother.

After crawling in the snow den for a long time, he did not go home, but first went to his grandfather's grave and inserted a wolf's ear in front of the grave.

Grandpa naturally loved him very much.

The wolf's ears were frozen and stiffened, and they were stuck in front of the grave, standing straight and upright, like a tombstone.

Lying on his stomach in front of his grandfather's grave and kowtowing a few times, he got up and ran home, without a sound, took out an equally frozen hard wolf ear from his bosom and put it on his father's chest.

Seeing this, the mother, who was still in a daze, trembled, and suddenly, everything understood......

She hugged the boy and didn't say anything, just like that, she hugged the boy motionless, and hugged him for a long, long time.

The boy curled up in his mother's arms, and his already frozen cheeks suddenly felt a sharp pain.

His eyes were red, and he was about to speak, but he felt something drip on his face.

It was cold and cold, dripping on the boy's face, making him gush out an indescribable feeling.

Immediately afterward, the boy felt the thing in a string, ticking down.

The boy looked up, but saw that his mother was already in tears, and she couldn't cry.

In his memory, it was the first time he had seen his mother cry so unscrupulously.

The boy snuggled up in his mother's arms, tilted his head, and looked at his crying mother, feeling overwhelmed.

Suddenly, the mother suddenly stopped crying, wiped away her tears, pushed the boy away, walked to the bed, stretched out her hand to take off a quilt, turned around and wrapped the boy tightly, looked at it for a long time, stretched out her arms, picked up the boy, walked out of the door, came to the firewood room, widened her eyes, told the boy not to come out until she arrived, turned around and walked out of the firewood room, locked the door, brought a few bundles of thatch, piled them in front of the door, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, stomped his feet, and walked away without looking back.

The young man, who was hidden by his mother in the firewood room, widened his eyes and looked at the few rays of light squeezed in through the crack in the door, and suddenly felt extremely frightened.

The cheeks began to hurt again, and it was hot, and it seemed to have a piece of coal.

The young man didn't dare to shout, holding back his tears, feeling extremely aggrieved......

In the middle of the night, he was shaken awake.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother standing in front of me.

The boy couldn't hold back any longer, and with a "wow" sound, he cried.

"Don't cry!" the mother stopped the boy, who choked up and wiped his eyes before he saw a man standing behind his mother.

With a thin body and a cold face, he stood there without saying a word.

The mother looked at the boy in a daze, and suddenly, she hugged the boy and cried again.

The boy threw himself into his mother's arms and took the opportunity to cry......

That night, he cried with his mother for a long time.

When it was almost dawn, the thin man took him away.

Since then, he has not seen his mother again.

No one ever called him by his nickname anymore.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, twelve years.

For such a long time, even he seemed to have forgotten his name.

So what?

When people walk in the world, isn't the so-called name just a code name?

If you call it longevity, will you really live long?

How many of them are rich?

Even if so, what would be the case without this codename......

The gate of the county government was open, and there was no one inside or outside to block it.

The young man stood in front of the door, his hand holding his sword, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Twelve years, twelve years!

It's so long that it's enough to change everything.

Mother is still here?

The boy suddenly felt so uncomfortable that his chest was tight, he shouted violently, shook his long sword, and rushed in.

I don't know how far I walked, and a rather tall hall appeared in front of me.

It was empty outside, and there was not a single figure.

The boy hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and jumped in.

A huge chair appeared in front of him, and a man in official uniform sat upright on it.

Medium build, purple begonia skin, cheekbone face, thin mustache.

It is Lu Xiancheng.

It's him, it's him, it must be him.

Time seemed to go back to twelve years ago, and he seemed to be lying in the snow nest next to the road outside the Sun family's compound.

In the past twelve years, he has not changed at all.

The young man looked up to the sky, let out a long sigh, flipped his wrist, and pointed the blade of the sword at Lu Xiancheng's throat.

"You're finally here!" the young man was about to speak, but Lu Xiancheng suddenly grinned and asked the young man.

"......" The young man was taken aback, and forgot to ask him anything for a moment.

"I'm sorry! Ling Tang has been dead for many years, please mourn ......" Lu Xiancheng seemed to know what the young man was going to ask, and he didn't beat around the bush, and told him what the young man wanted to know the most.

"What?" the young man exclaimed, his body shook twice, and his face turned pale.

"Strongman! Lingtang has indeed driven the crane!" Lu Xiancheng said solemnly as if he was afraid that the young man would not believe it.

"......" The young man was stunned with his sword, and suddenly, he shook his wrist violently, and the blade of the sword floated lightly from Lu Xiancheng's neck, cut a hole, and shouted: "Dog official, why did you kill my mother......!

"Zhuangman, Ling Tang really died of illness!" Lu Xiancheng seemed to be a little anxious, owing his body, and hurriedly shouted, a layer of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Take your life!" the boy shouted, and with a flick of his wrist, he was about to stab him.

"Stay!" Lu Xiancheng shouted, hurriedly stood up, hugged his fist at the young man, and said: "Stay! Xiaguan's fate is destined to be that of a strong man, you can take it! There are just a few words, I have to say it in front of the strong man, and I ask the strong man to be tolerant for a while!"

"Officer Dog, what else do you talk about?" ......the young man shouted, shaking his sword again.

"Strong! It's really not a good thing to be here, it's really a dog official! Twenty years of county officials, I should have died a long time ago! Please let me ...... for a moment," Lu Xiancheng said, suddenly took off the black gauze hat on his head, threw it aside, and took off his official uniform, and threw it away.

The boy was stunned.

He never thought that a county magistrate, under the official uniform, would be so shabby.

Dressed in an unrecognizable color, patches stacked on top of each other, some places were worn thin like cicada wings, and others were pressed by patches as thick as iron. Even the patches are colorful, wide and narrow. Worn on the county Cheng, it looks like a monk's robe.

Looking at his head again, a snowflake-like white hair instantly made him look old.

It turns out that no one can escape the ravages of time......

"Strongman! Actually, Xia Guan should have died a long time ago, the reason why I have lived for so many years is that I am waiting for you! I know-know-know, you, you-you, you will definitely come, you-you-you, you are finally here......" The county man said, suddenly stammering, his face was sallow, and his head was covered with beads of sweat, and raindrops fell.

The young man was horrified, and his hand holding the sword fell unconsciously.

"You-you-you, you should-should kill me! I had--once promised, I must kiss--personally tell this sentence, this sentence to you, you, Lord Lingtang--Lord is coming--coming, dying-dying, before the end, entrusting me to sue-sue, tell-tell you, let you let go!let go!let go, everything, it's over! to let go-let go......" The county man struggled to finish this sentence, he couldn't stand it anymore, he "wow" With a bang, he spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his body fell down softly......

The young man stood in the empty hall with his sword in his hand, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning and he was at a loss......

"Ahh

......Outside the house, a group of crows were suddenly startled, and one by one they rose into the air, making a burst of uneasy cries.

"Who?" the young man suddenly stopped his long howl, let out a scream, turned around, and strode out of the hall.

A black figure swooped into the backyard like lightning.

"Stop!" shouted the young man, following after him.

In front of me, the wind is Xiaoxiao, the pine and the cypress are sensen, and there is nothing......

"Shepherd!" the ...... of wine," Niu Ye pondered, and suddenly yelled at the shepherd.

He suddenly saw the young man he hadn't seen for a long time walk in.

"Huh?" When the shepherd heard this, he was stunned for a long time, brought a bowl of wine, and put it in front of the cow master.

"Huh?" Niu Ye snorted, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the corner of the wall.

"Huh?" the shepherd was stunned again, squinted at the corner of the wall, and then looked at the cow master.

"Huh?" Niu Ye glanced again, and suddenly opened his mouth, and the table in the corner was empty, and there was not even a shadow.

"Boy, boy?" Niu Ye squinted at the empty table and muttered......