Zhou Rouqiang sang while holding Mrs. Zhou's body and walked towards the lake. After finishing the song, I walked to the edge of the cliff, jumped into the lake, and jumped into the lake.

The lake here is bottomless, and the original piece of oil and oil was jumped into the water by Zhou Rouqiang holding his wife, and there was a splash, and a circle of ripples spread outward. The ripples in that circle became shallower and shallower, and finally calmed down again.

More than 1,000 soldiers and civilians on the edge of the cliff saw Zhou Rouqiang committing suicide by throwing himself into the lake with his wife in his arms, and sang loudly one by one: "Fuxian Lake, Fuxian Lake, bury my loyal bones, and return to rest." They jumped off the edge of the cliff.

Yun Ying looked at the tragic scene in front of him, remembering the tragic scene in his village at that time, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the scene in front of him. She thought of Xiao Yu, thought of Shaowu, and thought of countless fathers and villagers. Tears flowed from his eyes, blurring his eyes.

Yun Ying finally glanced at Ding Cheng, who was a hundred steps away and fell to the ground, turned around and resolutely jumped off the cliff.

And Ding Cheng fell to the ground, his eyes slightly open, and what he saw in his eyes were corpses on the ground, one pressing one against the other, and one after the other. I saw Zhou Rouqiang jumping off the cliff with his wife in his arms, tens of millions of people also jumped off the cliff, and even Yunying jumped down. He wanted to climb but couldn't, and he couldn't shout when he wanted to. I only felt a pain that I had never felt before, and it hit my heart. He slowly closed his eyes.

In the early morning, as soon as the sky was bright, a knight in Tsing Yi in his twenties rode a fast horse on the road leading to Dali. As he was running too fast, the two bands in the young man's hair also floated. The early morning mist left a few drops of dew on his eyebrows.

This person's name is Duan Yuntu, and he is the young owner of Duanjiazhuang in Dali and the son of Duan Nantian. Duan Yuntu is a young man, likes to travel in the mountains and rivers, and advocates freedom. Because Duan Nantian had always had a strict family education, Duan Yuntu felt dull and bored at home, so he said goodbye to his father a few years ago and traveled around.

Ten days ago, Duan Yuntu was asking for immortals on Wudang Mountain in Hubei Province, when he suddenly heard the bad news and learned that Duanjiazhuang was slaughtered by someone, and his father Duan Nantian was also stabbed to death. This news came too suddenly, due to the thunderbolt on a sunny day, Duan Yuntu cried bitterly, hurriedly bid farewell to the Feiyun Daoist of Wudang Mountain, and rushed back to Dali.

Duan Yuntu traveled day and night along the way, and changed ten horses in a row before rushing to the outside of Dali City today. The closer he got to home, the more nervous Duan Yuntu's heart became. He didn't know what kind of grim sight he would be greeted by.

After passing the lower pass, the road goes north along the edge of Erhai Lake, and the weeping willows on the side of the road have pulled out new shoots, and a few branches are faintly hanging down to the lake. When the breeze blows, the willow branches ripple on the surface of the lake. Duan Yuntu remembered the scene of leaving Duanjiazhuang a few years ago, when it was also at this time, and the willow tree had also just pulled out new shoots. Now back to Dali, the scenery is still the same, but things are no longer human.

After a while, Duan Yuntu rode back to Duanjiazhuang, and the pair of stone lions in front of the village were still standing there, but there was still a long trail of blood on the lion's back.

The door of the village was tightly closed, and there were also a few blood stains on the door, as well as a few knife marks. Duan Yuntu pushed open the door of the village and slowly walked into the village, seeing that the village was quite tidy, obviously it had been cleaned up. But the broken doors and windows, the knife marks on the pillars, and the remaining blood stains on the ground are all clear records of what happened here. From these remnant traces, it is not difficult to see the fierceness of the fight and the tragic situation at that time.

Duan Yuntu had red eyes, walked around the village, and was at a loss for a moment in his heart, so he left the village. A hundred steps to the west of Zhuangzi is a small courtyard where an old fisherman lives. Duan Yuntu remembered that when he was a child, he often ran to listen to the old man's stories, and he didn't know how he was doing now.

The old man was sitting in the small courtyard basking in the sun, and when he saw Duan Yuntu come in, he looked at him for a while before he recognized him. The old man took Duan Yuntu's hand and said tremblingly: "Yuntu, it's good that you're back, Duan Jiazhuang is miserable!"

Duan Yuntu couldn't help but shed tears for a while, helped the old man sit down and asked, "Old man, what's going on?" ”

The old man wiped his tears and said: "That night, it was snowing heavily, I was packing up, and I was about to lie down in the bed, when I suddenly heard the sound of killing on your family's farm, and the screams continued. I hurriedly opened the door to the courtyard and took a look, only to see that many people in black had broken into the Zhuangzi and were playing non-stop with the people in the village. In that situation, my old man had never seen such a scene in his life for more than 70 years, so I was so frightened that I quickly hid in the house.

When I came the next morning, I saw that the yard was full of corpses, and there was not a single living mouth in the village. Master Zhenghui of Santa Temple and Yang Zhuang of Sihaizhuang are taking care of the aftermath with the people of Santa Temple and Sihaizhuang.

When the old farmer was alive, he took care of me, an old man, what a good person, who has no grudge against others, who would be so ruthless?" he wiped his tears again.

Duan Yuntu paused and said, "Then where are my father and dozens of people in Zhuang Shang buried?"

The old man said: "Buried at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, it is the place chosen by Master Zhenghui." ”

Duan Yuntu didn't have the heart to stay in the courtyard longer, said goodbye to the old man, and walked towards the foot of Cangshan Mountain. The old man chased after Duan Yuntu and said, "I heard that the bodies of Miss and Yang Huagongzi were not found, and the two of them may not be dead." ”

Duan Yuntu came to the foot of Cangshan Mountain and saw that dozens of new graves had been added here, and the largest grave in front was his father Duan Nantian. Duan Yuntu stayed in front of the grave for most of the day before getting up and walking towards the Three Pagoda Temple.

Chongsheng Three Pagoda Temple is the largest temple in Yunnan, famous for the three pagodas in the temple. There is a gathering pool in the temple, and the reflections of the three towers are all gathered in the gathering pool, which is very magnificent.

Entering the temple, the first thing that catches your eye is a large hall of the Great Hero, about ten zhang high, about more than 100 steps long. The golden statue of Sakyamuni is enshrined in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which is about four or five zhang high, and is very solemn.

Duan Yuntu revealed his identity, and the monk immediately reported to the inside. Master Zhenghui heard that Duan Yuntu was visiting, and personally greeted him. Master Zhenghui welcomed Duan Yuntu into the guest room and served tea.

Duan Yuntu and Master Zhenghui briefly greeted each other, and then asked about Duanjiazhuang. Master Zhenghui told Duan Yuntu in detail what happened that night. At the end, he comforted Duan Yuntu and said: "Everything in the world has a fate, and the same is true for life and death, so I hope the donor can see it." ”

Duan Yuntu had no intention of staying for a long time, thanked Master Zhenghui and left the Three Pagoda Temple.

The second male protagonist of this book debuts, his story is more exciting and twisty than Ding Cheng's story, welcome onlookers (?o?)

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