As the sun set, the ancient road did not usher in a thin horse, and the end of the world did not see a broken intestine. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In February in the northwest, there is no wind, and there is no sand and dust and yellow wind. The barren land on the high slopes of the loess was swept by the wind and sand, as if it had been attacked by soldiers and bandits, and there was no one in the chaos, and the timid people never went out in this kind of weather. The whistling wind and sand wept like a complaint, like a ghost crying, bringing a desolation and desolation to the earth. Especially when the night is approaching, this desolation permeates people's hearts, and as the night gradually thickens, people can't help but have the idea of escaping this land.

There was a dead silence in the four fields, and suddenly, there was a sound in the empty street, what kind of sound was it, under the angry howl of the wind and sand, you couldn't really hear it, maybe in the moment between the howls paused, you could barely distinguish that it was the sound of people moving and rubbing the ground.

But how can a person crawl on the ground? It is still very difficult to listen to the sound, and it takes a long time to move a few points. The empty streets are like deserted cities, no one sees them, and naturally no one wonders about this problem. Maybe when the wind and sand stop, if you are lucky, the two pillars of Yin Red dragged behind the person will become a boring person, a pastime after tea and dinner.

With great difficulty, the man stretched out his fleshy hand forward, with only one conviction in his heart, and moved forward. After struggling to crawl forward for a few meters, his breathing became heavy and short, obviously he had consumed a lot of energy just now, his face was covered with blood, his hair was scattered, and his dark clothes were soaked and dry with blood, all indicating that he was seriously injured. If he hadn't been concerned about something and still attached to this world, he would have died halfway through.

If someone could see him at this moment, he might be bolder and lend a hand, but how could anyone come out and move around in such a ghostly weather, he was destined to rely on himself. After a while, the bloody man struggled to move himself to the door of a shop, tremblingly raised his hand and knocked it gently, but no one responded, which made him feel hopeless.

At this time, the wind and sand stopped for a while, and a lantern lit up on the gray street, like a light in the darkness, rekindled hope for the already desperate bloody people. Many years later, he can clearly remember that the word "night" printed on the red paper lantern was so kind as it swayed stubbornly with the wind. Ning Yuanzhi felt that his body was full of strength, and his already numb body regained consciousness, showing his white teeth and laughing silently, crawling towards the place where the lantern was hanging.

He knew that there might be someone there, maybe there would be a glimmer of hope to be saved, the wound was rubbed and painful, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on struggling forward, he wanted revenge, as long as he could take revenge, even if he endured great pain, it was worth it, he didn't pray to the blind God, the endless vitality made him persist here, he couldn't just die, he didn't know who slaughtered his family, a trace of Yin Hong was forced out of his eyes by the heart-eroding pain, it turned out to be the blood and tears that only the heartache can have.

He thought carefully about all the possibilities, people who had grudges in the past have gone through it, but he still didn't think of who had such a big grudge with him, he deeply understood that the feud of being able to break the family and destroy the clan would not be a trivial matter, and how many grievances and grievances in the martial arts originated from this hatred word. Now, he has experienced first-hand what it means to be heart-wrenching.

The Ning family is a big clan in Jizhong, in the past, his father Qiu Long spear Ning Yi, a big spear in one hand shook the martial arts, and then lost a move with the first sword Xie Dongdong in the Kanto region, and was cut off by his arm. At that time, Ning Yuanzhi was still young, and he didn't understand where his father's hatred came from, it was because of this hatred of a broken arm that Ning Yuanzhi was strictly required by his father since he was a child, and he endured all kinds of hardships before he practiced a striking martial arts, and his big spear skills were even higher than his father's. After he trekked into the Kanto region and found the first knife of the year, Xie Dongdong, he no longer had the courage to take revenge, the blind decay, where was the demeanor of the first knife in the Kanto in the past.

Because of this incident, his name resounded all over the rivers and lakes, and the name of benevolence and righteousness was better than the big gun in his hand. However, who had such a great hatred for him and destroyed his family? This made him puzzled. Everything changed a few days ago, those people were not human at all, they were Shura who carried out the killing, and they didn't even spare the baby child. Ning Yuan's heart could no longer accommodate anything other than hatred, so he could only flee with hatred and crawl over step by step.

"Knock...... Dong ...... "In the hall of Fenglin evening, at this moment, Sanjin and others were cleaning, Liu Liang glanced out of the door with some confusion, and then lowered his head and picked up the stool and placed it on the table, he seemed to hear the sound of someone knocking on the door, but after thinking about this ghost weather, he shook his head and continued the work in his hand. After a while, the sound of "knocking" with a long interval came again, and Liuliang turned his head to look at the others a few times, and after seeing that there was no difference, he asked a little strangely: "Did you hear a knock on the door?"

"Haha...... You kid is drinking and drinking stupidly, how can anyone knock on the door at this time, who is willing to go out except for ghosts. Sanjin sneered without hesitation, but the next moment he froze his laughter, because he also heard someone knocking on the door. A little embarrassed, he scolded a few words in annoyance, and yelled at the other people who were watching the excitement: "Look at it, damn, don't go and see which killer it is." “

Liuliang held back a smile and strode towards the door that had been closed, and pulled it away. But the next moment, the scene he saw startled the seven-foot man, and he took a few steps back to the store exaggeratedly, and exclaimed: "Dead man, there is a dead man at the door." In a hurry to speak, he didn't notice that his voice had changed a little, and it sounded harsh.

When the others saw him like this, they surrounded the door suspiciously, and waited until Sanjin touched it close to confirm it, and then Sanjin said: "You are a missing eye, you are a living person." Go call the boss and see what to do!" After speaking, he still pinched Ning Yuanzhi's bloodstained face, and looked left and right for a long time.

After a while, Tie Qi came to the door with Liuliang, and when he saw the situation of the person at the door, he squatted on the ground and checked for a long time, but he didn't find anything to prove his identity, but the dense knife edge, obviously this person had gone through a fierce battle before, and said without thinking: "Pull it in, see if there is help." “

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When Ning Yuanzhi regained consciousness again, the familiar earthen kang under him made him familiar, but the next moment he opened his frightened eyes and looked around the room. The typical northwest house style, the earthen kang, the kiln, and the pot table for burning the fire all indicate that this is not his own home, and after recalling it carefully, he feels that someone should have saved him. The momentary action just now pulled the wound and made him snort.

He was very lucky, ordinary people will not save the bloody people who are full of blades and blades, to prevent unnecessary trouble, he felt that he must have met the Buddha and Bodhisattva, otherwise he would not be able to say, he wanted to thank his life-saving benefactor very much, and couldn't help but say: "Is there anyone? Hey! Did anyone hear?"