The door opened, revealing a diminutive old man.

Seeing people, Lin Sanchuan shouted: "It's you, the old king!" Seeing that the old king looked confused, Lin Sanchuan pulled down the mud scratches on his face, raised his chin and smiled: "Do you know each other now?"

"Brother Lin, Dong joins the army!

The old king is still the old king, and it is often said in the world that the young should be stable and old and crazy. Compared with other old men Dong Ping has seen, Lao Wang is the most coquettish one. He talks about heaven and earth, and can learn from Dong Ping about women's unique views. Lao Wang is half of Dong Ping's confidant.

Walking in the yard, Dong Ping remembered the snow that day again.

Now he can answer Black Treasure's question.

After that once-in-a-millennium snowfall, the night is approaching.

"Lao Wang, where is Mr. Hei?"

Lao Wang said with a happy face: "Mr. Hei has been admitted to the top prize and has gone to the Ministry of Rites to become an official. ”

Dong Ping was overjoyed when he heard this: "Mr. Hei, I'm happy for you." ”

Lao Wang made a pot of tea from the house, and the three of them sat down around the table.

Lin Sanchuan took a sip of tea and said, "Old Wangtou, it's only been a few months, why has Shubei City become like this!"

Lao Wang sighed and said: "General Ma has been transferred, and this northern city will not be like a city." ”

"Then who is in charge of this city defender now?Han Qingzhu?" Lin Sanchuan felt that the only person who could govern Shubei City into what it was now was Han Qingzhu, a bastard.

Lao Wang shook his head, hated iron and steel, and said: "Bullshit Han Qingsilt, Han Qingzhu is also gone, and he left with General Ma, and now the person in charge of the barracks used to be a general." Lu Feng, you all know. That kid can't control anyone, and a soldier who has been in the barracks for a few years can scare him out of the air. ”

Lin Sanchuan looked at Dong Ping, who was silent, and asked tentatively, "Childe, let's take care of this matter?"

Dong Ping shook his head and said, "I can't control it." ”

Ma Ansheng is a competent general, but not a good general. He stayed in the northern city for a few years, and although he governed the army strictly, he did not shape the military soul of an army. Now that he is gone, it is not surprising that the northern city has become a mess of sand again.

Lao Wang said with a smile: "Dong joins the army, I see you dressing up, I'm afraid you won't stay long when you come back this time." ”

Dong Ping smiled: "There is still a kung fu to drink a glass of wine." ”

Lao Wang was still real, he took out his coffin and invited Dong Ping and the others to drink. Dong Ping wondered how many coffins Lao Wang had bought for himself.

Several people drank at the wine table in the dark, and during the banquet, Lao Wang told an interesting story. said that last month, a large number of people came to Shubei City, and they took the little nun Jingyue in the nunnery with a grand momentum.

No matter how ruthless Dong Ping was, when he heard this, he couldn't help but change his face: "Who took her away!"

Lao Wang burped, shook his head, and said, "I don't know, but I picked up a strange thing from that nunnery." With that, Lao Wang took out a purple wooden card from his arms and slapped it on the table.

Dong Ping picked up the wooden card and looked at it, his face changed again and again.

"What's wrong, Childe?"

Dong Ping threw the wooden card to Lao Wang and said, "It's okay." ”

Lin Sanchuan glanced at the wooden plaque, and saw that there was only one word engraved on it, firewood.

After drinking, Dong Ping and Lin Sanchuan swaggered away from Shubei City.

It's a shame for a frontier town.

Twenty miles south from the city of Shubei, you can see a lonely tomb. The lonely grave was not ranked, and no one knew who was buried in the grave. But there was one person who knew that it was a madwoman. The madwoman lies on the grave all the year round and weeps bitterly, she cries hoarsely and smells of heartbreak.

People passing by the lonely grave couldn't help but whisper again and again when they saw this scene.

Passing by here today is an old grandmother and a new daughter-in-law who has just passed the door.

Seeing this, the new daughter-in-law asked in a low voice, "Mother-in-law, is it her husband who is buried in the grave?"

The old grandmother shook her head and sighed: "Speaking of which, it is also a human tragedy. ”

The old grandmother told me that three years ago, a handsome boy came here with her wife. The handsome son was originally a small court official in the temple, but he couldn't stand the deceit in the temple, so he took his wife to the secular border. The two were kind and friendly with others. The people in the village called them the husband and wife the big official and the girl.

But the good times didn't last long, and not long after the two came here, a big battle between Song Liao began. In that battle, the Song Dynasty was defeated, that is, on the night when the Song Dynasty was defeated, the great official who came from Lin'an died. He died in a crippled state, having his face stripped and his heart and lungs gouged out. And Jiao Niang couldn't bear the blow of this flying disaster, and she went crazy.

When the villagers saw that the couple was pitiful, they helped to bury the man. Since then, Jiao Niang has been crying on this grave day and night, for three consecutive years, crying blind.

Hearing this, the new daughter-in-law was already in tears. The old woman sighed, took out two pieces of dry food from the rattan basket she was carrying, put them next to the grave, and left with her new daughter-in-law.

Not far away, Dong Ping and Lin Sanchuan stood quietly side by side.

Dong Ping said lightly: "You stay here, I'll go over and take a look." ”

Lin Sanchuan snorted, he boasted that he had followed Dong Ping for these days, and he could also figure out a little bit of Dong Ping's emotions. But at this moment, he was a little suspicious that he didn't know Dong Ping after all. Because he now senses a trace of guilt from Dong Ping, which is a sense of guilt that goes deep into the bone marrow. In Lin Sanchuan's impression, Dong Ping has never had this emotion called guilt. When his mood swings are the greatest, he just has a faint sense of loss.

Dong Ping stood five feet away from the lonely grave, he kept rubbing his hands and hesitated.

After a while, he muttered as if he had made up his mind, "Boss, you are such a complete waste." So saying, he stepped forward, bent his knees, and knelt before the grave.

This kneeling, Dong Ping seemed to have abandoned all his pride and backbone. He was like a sinner, waiting for judgment.

The woman lying on the grave seemed to smell a foul smell, she frowned in disgust, and spat out two words incoherently: "Demon...... Ghost ......"

Dong Ping nodded, he very much agreed with the woman's evaluation of him. Despite this, he still pulled a smile and said gently: "I'm Dong Ping, your Dong Lang." ”

"Dong Lang?"

"Yes, I'm your Dong Lang. The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat. Remember? This is what you used to chant when you visited the West Lake that year. ”

As soon as Dong Ping's words fell, the woman's already dry eyes suddenly revealed a hint of brightness. She ran down the lonely grave with a roll, groped all the way, and hugged Dong Ping tightly.

She cried, "Dong Lang!"

Dong Ping hugged the woman and muttered, "It's back, your Dong Lang is back..."

Suddenly, Dong Ping frowned slightly and gritted his teeth.

The woman was scratching and biting in his arms, she seemed to want to take Dong Ping's life, and in less than a moment, the clothes on Dong Ping's chest had been torn to pieces by the woman. His chest also became blurred with blood, and the woman's fingers were full of flesh and blood on Dong Ping's body.

Although Lin Sanchuan was in the distance, he looked carefully. As soon as he moved, he was about to come.

Dong Ping scolded sharply: "Don't move!"

This is a debt I owe.

Lin Sanchuan couldn't bear to look at it, he turned around and sobbed secretly.

The woman said madly: "You robbed Dong Lang's face, you also robbed his heart! You are still going to humiliate him now!" the woman said as she tore and bited. Suddenly, the woman quieted down, she put her ear to Dong Ping's chest, and listened carefully to the beating of the heart in Dong Ping's body.

Powerful, regular.

The woman was intoxicated, her face was calm, and she muttered to herself: "Dong Lang......"

"Yes, this is your Dong Lang. Live well, he'll be back. ”

Three years ago, Dong Ping clearly felt Uncle Tai's tired hand piercing his chest and plucking his heart. The feeling of torn body is still fresh in Dong Ping's memory. He was dead, and he clearly felt that he was dead. So when he was rescued from the lake, he was still wondering if he was in hell.

After accepting the fact that he was still alive, Dong Ping went to find out who gave him this face and who gave him this heart. He was no stranger to the owner of this face, and he even had some friendship with him.

From the seventh product, Zuo Zhengyan, Dong Ping.

When he resigned and went into hiding, he had a conversation with Dong Ping. He is powerless to change the way of the world, so he can only choose to escape.

In this small village, Dong Ping met his widow, who was crazy but not blind. When the two met for the first time, she also scratched and bit Dong Ping, and in the end, she regained her composure, like this, quietly sticking to Dong Ping's chest. Listening to the heartbeat that belonged to the dead Dong Ping.

From that moment on, Dong Ping understood that he was no longer living for himself. He has a mission for countless people.

"You can't change the way of the world, I'll change it for you. ”

On the way south, Dong Ping and Lin Sanchuan remained silent.

Dong Ping looked up at the horizon that met the distant southern sky and suddenly asked, "Sanchuan, since you came out of Yanlin, you haven't asked me where I'm going or what I'm going to do. Aren't you afraid that I will lead you astray and lead you to death?"

Lin Sanchuan was stunned for a moment, scratched the back of his head and asked, "Childe, can I speak rudely?"

"Huh?"

Lin Sanchuan paused, suddenly looked up at the sky, and shouted: "Damn! Dong Ping, you look down on me Lin Sanchuan! I, Lin Sanchuan, have long put life and death aside from the moment I decided to follow you! If I, Lin Sanchuan, are afraid of death, my mother's wife and children are hot now! What Lao Tzu is afraid of is not being able to get ahead, and what he is afraid of is that he will not be able to get ahead! I am afraid of Lao Shizi's death!"

Dong Ping stayed for a long time and said two words: "Heroic." Suddenly, he laughed loudly and said, "Okay! Fuck it! Let's go open up this time! Go get ahead!"

Who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.