Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye......

"Why did you drink so fast?" Zhao Ming shook the wine jar in his hand upside down, and threw the wine jar aside in discouragement. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Looks like I'm going to find another place to buy alcohol. Zhao Ming looked around, chose a direction, and rushed away with the blue sky.

As Zhao Ming got closer and closer to the border of Dali, there were fewer and fewer people here, and Zhao Ming had come across several small villages in the past three days.

"Why didn't you feel it when you rode a horse before?" Zhao Ming had spent three or four days riding a horse before entering the territory of Dali, but now he ran on his own feet for three days and didn't see a single figure.

Zhao Ming stopped, looked around, and looked around.

Finding the right direction, there is to continue to start your own hike.

Finally, three days later, Zhao Ming saw a village in the distance, Zhao Ming had been sleeping outside for three days, and he really couldn't stand the days of taking the sky as his bed and the earth as his bed, and now he wanted to find a place to eat a full meal, drink some wine, take a hot bath and sleep peacefully.

"I hope there is an inn in the village!" Zhao Ming encountered that the village was too small, there was not even an inn, and in the end he still had to sleep on the streets, he really couldn't adapt to the environment of the people's homes in this era, of course, it wasn't that it was bad, but they generally didn't have a separate guest room for you.

Zhao Ming ran towards the village with great interest.

But the closer he got to the village, the more Zhao Ming felt that something was wrong.

"What's going on? It's noon, why don't you even have a cooking smoke, could it be that Chengdu has switched to gas?" Zhao Ming couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this.

But it didn't take long for Zhao Ming to stop laughing.

Zhao Ming walked to the entrance of the village, the first time he was so angry, the first time he saw such a scene, if he saw the refugees in the capital without clothes and food, and he could use the limitations of this era to comfort himself that it was not his ability to change, then what is this in front of him now?

What I saw in this way was corpses all over the field, and what I saw was rivers of blood.

The elderly, children, women, and even babies all fell to the ground weakly, and the eyes that were not blind were filled with helplessness, exuding the desire for life and the despair before death.

Zhao Ming staggered down the road, looking at the corpses that fell to the ground, these villagers all died outside the house, they should have been killed together after being driven out, Zhao Ming was not why, why did you kill these villagers, for money? They didn't. But they all died on the ground, and Zhao Ming couldn't think of what made those murderers so desperate to do such a thing.

Zhao Ming slowly staggered towards the village, looking at the corpses, Zhao Ming's heart could no longer be calm, he came to this world with an outsider's mentality, because Zhao Ming didn't think about changing those originally destined endings until now, but at this moment Zhao Ming found that he was wrong, he couldn't let go, there were too many ties in his heart, too much unbearable, he only found out at this time that he also had a bottom line, and then Zhao Ming knew why there was a Buddha in this world, because... There is so much ugliness in this world.

Zhao Ming walked from one side of the village to the other step by step, he found that he didn't have the anger just now, he was very calm, looking back at the small village after the slaughter, Zhao Ming didn't know what he was thinking in his heart at this time, angry, to whom? uncomfortable? for whom? Looking at these strangers who didn't know each other, Zhao Ming knew in his heart that his initial thoughts were wrong, and he couldn't get rid of it when he came here, and he was tightly entangled with this world.

Zhao Ming took the gourd off his back and poured it hard, Zhao Ming felt that the wine in his mouth was very fragrant, but it was also very bitter.

"Since there is no way to know who did it, then uproot all the bandits within a radius of a hundred miles. Zhao Ming made up his mind to carry the gourd on his back, and continued to travel south, which is getting closer and closer to Dali, and there should be people not far away.

Sure enough, as Zhao Ming expected, Zhao Ming didn't run for half a day before he encountered the village again.

Zhao Ming walked into the village, looking at the plain expressions of the people here, it should not be enough, there was a village less than a hundred miles away from them, and all the villagers were slaughtered.

Zhao Ming didn't pay attention to the strange eyes of those villagers, and directly found the village chief of this village.

The village chief is an old man, Zhao Ming is not surprised, generally a village chief like this is a respected person in the village who holds the position of village head, so he is generally an old man.

Zhao Ming didn't talk nonsense, and directly stated the purpose of his trip.

"What, master, are you going to destroy those bandits?" The village chief was shocked by Zhao Ming's words, he really didn't expect Zhao Ming to find him for this matter.

"No, no, master, you must not do this!" What Zhao Ming didn't expect was that the village chief would strongly oppose himself doing this.

Zhao Ming frowned, he really couldn't understand why the village chief was so resolute against his idea.

"Village Chief, this matter is a good thing for your village, why are you so opposed?" said Zhao Ming and looked at the village chief with a suspicious expression.

As soon as the village chief saw Zhao Ming's eyes, he knew that this strange-shaped master must have misunderstood his words, and hurriedly explained: " Master, you don't know, those bandits are simply extremely vicious, and it is not that there have been no good men who have passed by before who want to remove this scourge for us, but they are either gone and never returned, and they really defeated those guys here, but when they leave, those scattered bandits have gathered, and in the end this account is still counted on our heads, master, you said that after so many times, we still dare to make trouble, if it is good in the end, it is a big deal to pay tribute to the money and women every year, but if someone really goes to find the trouble of those bandits, it is we who will suffer in the endSpeaking of this, the village chief was already in tears.

Zhao Ming doesn't know why he feels that his heart is very congested, this is not inertia, this is just a helplessness, there is no hope for the future, they have not been bloodless, they have not resisted, but experience tells them that no matter whether they succeed or fail, the last unlucky ones are always them.

Zhao Ming didn't force the village chief to tell him where the bandits were, nor did he tell the village chief about the village that was slaughtered, he finally knew why he didn't find the body of an adult man in those corpses, maybe that village was the end of the failed resistance.

But Zhao Ming was still unwilling, looked at the village chief and asked, "Is there no one in Dali who cares about this kind of thing?"

"Hehe, how can those people have time to care about us, we are in a remote area, dozens of miles to meet a village, this side is the border of Dali and the Song Dynasty, there are few people around, not to mention food and money, there are not even two officials here, let alone officers and soldiers come out to suppress bandits. Speaking of this, the old village chief shook his head in despair.

In fact, Zhao Ming can also understand, this is not like the later generations are crowded with people everywhere, at this moment, the Great Song Dynasty has always been less populated in places like the border, and he has not met a single figure for three days in front of him, even if he walks to this it is dozens of miles before he encounters a small village, and most of them make a living from hunting, how can the officials of the Great Song Dynasty and Dali who only pay attention to taxes pay attention to here, and the general policy adopted is to fend for themselves, and this is where bandits are rampant.

Zhao Ming thought about it and no longer expected those officers and soldiers to come all the way to suppress the bandits, it was estimated that even those monks in the monastery would not be willing to go so far for these small villages!

Zhao Ming shook his head when he thought of this.