The rooster crowed twice, and Shenjia Village was still shrouded in the mist of late autumn. Fang Zheng got up and got out of bed, went out of the house, and fetched water from the well to prepare for washing. When I walked to the door, I saw a kettle in front of the door, and the spout was steaming. When he came out just now, maybe because he didn't pay attention, he didn't see it. This must have been sent by Mrs. Zhao, Fang Zheng looked towards the kitchen but did not see Mrs. Zhao, only the slightest smoke in the chimney, and the courtyard door was also hidden, it seems that Mrs. Zhao has gone out, but I don't know what to do so early.

Originally, when Fang Zheng was fetching water just now, he was still a little afraid of the cold and biting well water, thinking that he would suffer if he used it to wash his face. Reaching out and touching the temperature, it was not as cold as expected. Fang Zheng has also been a little strange in the past two days, the weather is getting colder and colder, but he is not as afraid of the cold as he was some time ago. So far, there are still only a few sets of thin shirts brought out from Qingniu to change and wear, and Fang Zheng never bought one for himself when he helped the little girl buy clothes last night. The feeling of warmth in the lower abdomen is also becoming more and more obvious, yesterday at noon was intermittent, but in the evening it was already continuing to heat, and it is still the same. It seems that I am no longer afraid of the cold, which is also directly related to this.

Yesterday, because of my mood, I forgot to practice at night. It seems that the time is still too short to develop a habit. Fang Zheng doesn't care, everything has a process, and it can't be achieved overnight.

Simply did not use hot water, just washed with the cold well water, and then Fang Zheng was refreshed and came to the courtyard to play Tai Chi. As a lover of ancient culture of the earth, it is all too common to be able to play Tai Chi with both hands. Although Fang Zheng is a scholar, he likes Taoism more than Confucianism, "The Tao is inaction, and the Tao is natural." This kind of view is quite in line with his character. In addition to Tai Chi, he is also familiar with five bird plays, which is still the harvest of half a month of learning with an old Taoist when he traveled to Kongtong Mountain.

After a trip to Tai Chi, the whole body is comfortable. When on earth, many people have great doubts about Taijiquan, but in Fangzheng's view, it is too biased, not to mention whether it can be actually combated, at least the effect of relaxing meridians and activating the meridians and strengthening the body is indeed very obvious.

At this moment, the door of the east house squeaked open, and the little girl pushed the door out with sleepy eyes, seeing that Fang Zheng didn't seem to react for a while, and then ran into the house with an "ah" sound. Fang Zheng looked puzzled and funny, I don't know which one this girl is making trouble. Fang Zheng looked up, it was still early, and it was not the time for visitors. I simply tried to do it again, and the time was just right, and I was not afraid of disturbing Shen Lao's sleep.

After a set of five poultry plays, Fang Zheng was already sweating slightly, and it was not easy for these seemingly simple imitation actions to be in place. At this time, Fang Zheng probably understands that the spirit show of this world should come from the indescribable "aura", and even the Tai Chi and Five Fowl operas that are widely spread on this earth seem to be more effective when practiced here. Recently, his strength has also increased, for example, the two pots of feather arrows last night, each pot had at least more than 30 catties, but Fang Zheng took it very easily. As for that bow, it was absolutely impossible to pull away when it was on Earth. These are of course good things, and every bit of progress and strength is a pleasure. Even if it is just a little bit of accumulation, Founder believes that there will be a day of qualitative change.

Fang Zheng put away his posture and was about to go back to the house to wash his face, when he saw the little girl running out again. Seeing the little girl's appearance at this time, Fang Zheng finally understood the reason why she ran in before. I saw that the little girl at this time tied her hair into two small braids and made it neat, her white little face was still immature but her eyebrows were clear, and her big bright eyes were full of innocence and aura unique to this age, but her body was a little thin in the floral jacket she bought last night, which was due to a long-term lack of nutrition. At this time, the little girl blushed slightly when she saw Fang Zheng staring at her, and she was a little shy. Fang Zheng saw her like this, but her heart was playful, "Whose girl is this, so beautiful, but the fairy in the sky descends to earth?" The little girl listened to Fang Zheng's words, her face turned even redder, she lowered her head, her two little hands held the corners of her clothes, and her expression was a little twisted. Fang Zheng looked at it and laughed. The little girl reacted that Fang was teasing her, and shouted, "Brother Fang is so bad, Yaya went to cook." As she spoke, she was about to run away, and it seemed that she was still a little shy.

"This is my brother's sincere words, Yaya is really beautiful, and she will definitely be a big beauty when she grows up. "Really?" the little girl asked in a low voice, "Of course it's true, brother swears to God!" Fang Zheng was in a good mood and simply played the game of swearing. But I didn't see some inexplicable emotions in the little girl's flickering big eyes.

"Yaya can also cook, is it so powerful?" The little girl's attention was successfully diverted, and she couldn't care about being shy. Raised her head and said proudly, "Of course, Yaya learned to cook with her grandmother at the age of seven, and grandma has to get up early to go up the mountain to collect medicine, Yaya can eat it when she comes back, and grandma will not be so tired." "That proud look is as alive as a beautiful little peacock.

Fang Zheng was a little distressed when he heard this, and stepped forward and habitually touched the little girl's head, "It's better for my brother to do it, the girl is still young." ”

"This is not good, grandma said, men can't go into the kitchen, no, no!" The little girl who has always listened to Fangzheng's words is resolute at the moment, and her emotions are a little excited. Seeing this, Fang Zheng somewhat understood that the deep-rooted feudal ideology can be seen from this, which is the most obvious manifestation of patriarchy. Fang Zheng saw that the little girl was resolute, so he no longer insisted, and the ideology and concept could not be changed in a moment.

"Well, brother, I'm going to try Yaya's craftsmanship today. ”

The little girl was also happy when she saw that Fang Zheng had accepted the idea of cooking, "Brother, just wait, Yaya's craftsmanship is good, and grandma praises Yaya's cooking." ”

Fang Zheng looked at the little girl like this, and felt even more sorry in his heart. "Okay, brother wait, brother is going to go out to talk to Shen Langzhong about something now, do you want to go?" ”

"Yaya is not going, Yaya has to cook, otherwise grandma will come back and have nothing to eat. "Grandma, but she went to collect medicine?" Fang Zheng asked casually.

"Yes, in the past two days, because my brother was not in good health, my grandmother didn't go out, and now that my brother is sick, my grandmother went to collect medicine. Fang Zheng was really moved in his heart, and then asked, "Can you still pick herbs in the mountains in this season?"

"Yaya doesn't know, it's just that grandma picks very few herbs at this time of year, and she can't get a few dollars. Hearing this, Founder has completely understood that life is so helpless, many times you know that what you pay will not get the due return, but you still have to do it stupidly, just to live!

It seems that he needs to act quickly, this season is difficult to pick herbs, but hunting is the right time, autumn fat is fat. Fang Zheng made up his mind to go to Shen Lao today to find out some doubts in his heart, and then go into the mountain tomorrow to have a look, and strive to gain something as soon as possible, so that Aunt Zhao will no longer work hard for her livelihood.

"Then the girl will stay at home obediently, and my brother will come back in a while, be careful yourself. ”

"Brother, don't worry, Yaya is fine, Yaya has always been alone at home when grandma is away, brother, go quickly, Yaya is going to cook." ”

Fang Zheng didn't speak again, hid all his pity in his heart, and watched the little girl run into the kitchen and turned around and went out

Time passed quickly, it was already in the middle of the day, and Fang Zheng was walking on the street with a string of sugar gourds in his hand at the moment. Shen Lao treats people very well, and Aunt Zhao is not wrong. Fang Zheng went out to buy two bags of tea and went to the pharmacy, where he saw Shen Lao wiping the dust on the medicine shelf. After he expressed his intentions, Shen Lao did not refuse, and he could be regarded as endless, and told Fang Zheng everything he knew about cultivation. As for things like meridians, dantian organs, etc., this old Chinese medicine doctor is even more expert. The explanation is clear and easy to understand, which really benefits Founder, a little white. The old and the young also talked happily with each other, and they talked about it until now.

After saying goodbye to Shen Lao, Fang Zheng went out of the pharmacy and saw that there were sugar gourds selling on the street, so he bought a bunch of them and planned to bring them to the little girl.

After turning out of the street and walking a short distance, he already saw the small courtyard, and Fang Zheng still thought about how happy the little girl would be to see the sugar gourd. But I found that many people were around the courtyard at the moment, pointing at the yard, and some even squatted on higher ground with rice bowls in their hands and looked towards the yard.

Fang Zheng's heart tightened and he had a bad feeling, and at this moment, Fang Zheng heard the cry of a maid and the arrogant laughter of a strange man from the yard, "Haha, little bastard, now that old dog has rescued a little white face, you are developed, right, you have the money to buy new clothes but don't pay off the debts owed to me, do you think I Shen Wan is a bully?" "Grandma said that the money has been returned to you a long time ago, you scoundrel let go of me, Brother Fang is coming back soon, you let go of me, otherwise Brother Fang will not let you go." The little girl said with a crying voice.

"Brother Fang, you're talking about that little white face. It's a pity that the little white face is a useless wax gun head, I heard that I just went to see the old man last night, and it passed again this morning, and I haven't come back yet, I'm afraid it's not far from death. You still don't expect him to come to save you, Uncle originally planned to let you grow up for a few more years, but now this little white face is here, Uncle is not at ease, I will take you back today to warm the bed, and when I get tired of playing, I will sell it to the sleeping moon house in the town, and I will pay off the debt that the old dog owes me. The man's mouth was full of foul language, and he reached out and dragged the girl's arm. Fang Zheng heard these words at this time, only to feel a surge of anger rising to the sky, and the warm feeling under his lower abdomen was uncomfortable as if it was boiling, and he couldn't care about it. I walked into the courtyard in three or two steps, and I was even more angry when I saw the scene clearly. I saw that Yaya's small body was being dragged to the ground by a gray-clothed man with a small head at the moment, and the new clothes I just bought last night were already full of mud, and the crook of the arm had been worn out, revealing the same bloody arm of the little girl, and the stabbing heart was like a knife. The little girl was still crying, and her helpless and desperate appearance made Fang Zheng feel a pain that could not breathe, but none of these surrounding spectators stepped forward to stop her, and even those who were eating with rice bowls were happy. Others laughed while watching, as if the cruelty in front of them was like a wonderful play.

Fang Zheng wanted to kill someone at this moment, the first time he wanted to kill so definitely and urgently, killing everyone here except for the little girl.

The belly was still blazing, but Fangzheng's face was extremely cold. The only reason dominated him and walked quickly in front of the man, Fang Zheng stretched out his right hand and squeezed the man's wrist tightly, not even the slight clicking sound and the subsequent howl of the man in gray were not heard. The scene was instantly quiet, and the man in gray had involuntarily let go of the little girl. Fang Zheng still held the string of bright red and attractive sugar gourds in his left hand.

Fang Zheng let go of the man in gray and leaned over to pick up the little girl. The moment she saw Fangzheng, the little girl had stopped crying, but the tears in her eyes couldn't be stopped. Fang Zheng hugged the crook of the little girl's legs and handed the sugar gourd to his eyes, and the little girl took it, with more tears in her eyes. Fang Zheng gently stroked her thin back without speaking, and slowly walked towards the house where he lived.

There was still only the wailing of the man in gray, who was lying on the ground with his left hand holding his right hand, his face distorted and sweating like rain.

Fang Zheng carried the little girl into the house, put her on the bed, and gently touched the little girl's head, "Yaya will wait here for my brother for a while, be good." The little girl nodded slightly, her thin body was still trembling, holding the sugar gourd in one hand and holding the square clothes in the other but never letting go.

"My brother will go to the yard and won't leave, and the girl is not afraid. Fang Zheng comforted gently

The little girl slowly let go of her hand, and her big eyes were filled with only fear in addition to tears. Fang Zheng leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. At this time, I can't care about these feudal dogmas, I just want the little girl to stop being so afraid.

Standing up, Fang Zheng took out a feather arrow from the quiver hanging on the wall, pinched it in his hand, and turned around and walked out of the house. Fang Zheng is going to kill people, he must kill people, he feels that if he doesn't kill this gray-clothed man today, he will blow up, everything will collapse, the morality and ethics of the past twenty years, the bottom line of dealing with people in the two lives, and the heat in the lower abdomen will collapse. If you don't kill this person, you will live this life in vain!

Fang Zheng walked out of the house and raised his eyes to sweep the people in and outside the courtyard, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, and they didn't dare to look at them.

Slowly walked to the gray-clothed man lying on the ground, and squatted down. The man in gray looked at Fang Zheng who came in front of him and couldn't care about crying, he was not a fool, this person who could crush his wrist was more terrifying than a demon. "Grandpa spares his life, grandpa spares his life, let me go, I don't dare anymore. The tone is sincere and the feelings are sincere. Fang Zheng didn't say a word, just looked at him. The man in gray felt a chill in his cold eyes when he touched him, and he didn't even notice the hot current gushing out of his crotch, but just begged for mercy.

"Hehe, spare your life? If you spare your life, how can you be worthy of Yaya? How can you be worthy of Aunt Zhao? How can you be worthy of myself? How can you be worthy of the sages and scriptures that Fang has studied for more than ten years? How can you be worthy of the great truths I taught to my students in Qingniu Village? How can you be worthy of the thousands of good people in this world?" Fang Zheng seemed to be answering, as if he was asking, and as if he was talking to himself.

It's just that when everyone present was still thinking about Fang Zheng's words, they suddenly heard a wail that resounded in their ears, and saw that in front of the left chest of the man in black in the middle of the courtyard, a feather arrow passed through his body, and dark red blood fell down the shaft of the arrow, and the slight sound was heard very clearly......