Sword narration is painful in the world

The man who was urging the horse to move quickly saw the muddy water splashing on the passers-by, and hurriedly kicked the horse with both feet. Then he turned his head and glanced at Hong Chenchen, then he raised his hands on the horse and said:

"I'm sorry, I moved so fast and splashed all over you, please forgive me."

Before Hong Lingquan could reply, the man rushed his horse away as if there was something urgent.

Xiaobao glanced at the man's retreating back sideways, and while brushing the mud and water on his body, he cursed:

"This piece of shit is so unreasonable. He won't even stop apologizing."

After hearing this, Hong Lingquan turned his head and glared at Xiaobao and said: "Why do you curse, you must not be rude?"

Xiaobao said angrily:

"I think there are really no good people in this place. We haven't even entered the city yet, but we encountered such unreasonable people."

Hong Lingquan frowned and said:

"Don't make such assertions. There are bad people among good people, and there are good people among bad people. Don't make generalizations in the future."

With that said, the two masters and servants entered Huai'an Mansion. They saw that although the streets here were relatively wide, there were not many businesses on both sides. Not only were the pedestrians coming and going, but most of them were in ragged clothes, skinny as a stick, and looked gray. Huang looked completely depressed.

After walking forward for a while, he saw many people gathered in front of a land temple. Hong Lingquan stepped forward and took a look. It turned out that this was a market where people were bought and sold.

In this market, I saw a group of people kneeling on the right side, including children of twelve or thirteen years old, and girls of ten. Behind them, there were several elders, old women, and a very talented young man. The woman also knelt among them.

Behind the young woman stood a man who looked too thin to be a young man. This man probably wanted to sell his wife.

Looking closely, these people all have haggard faces and are covered with sadness. Some of them are looking at the indifferent passers-by and onlookers with tears in their eyes, looking at them with sadness and help.

Unable to bear to watch anymore, Hong Lingquan took Xiaobao and walked to a teahouse, but secretly gritted his teeth and said:

"Yu Wuyang, as a court minister and a local marquis, you should have contributed to the governance of the country and the safety of the people. Unexpectedly, you have acted recklessly, corrupted the law, and harmed the people of Li. They have no food to eat, no clothing to cover their bodies, and they are hungry and cold.

Now, I, Hong Lingquan, have come to Huai'an. If I am killed by you and others, everything will be over. But as long as I have three inches of energy left, I must get rid of you, the bully, and let the surname of Lao Bai see the light of day again.

The master and servant came to a teahouse and saw several people sitting inside, who seemed to be discussing something quietly. When they saw the stranger come in, they immediately became silent.

When the boy saw the guests, he hurriedly came forward to greet him. He invited Hong Lingquan and Xiaobao to the innermost table. He wiped the stools carefully and then asked after wiping the table:

"May I ask what kind of tea your guest wants to drink?"

After sitting down, Hong Lingquan ordered a pot of Longjing tea. Just after he drank a cup, he saw another person coming in from outside.

one person.

This man was over fifty years old, wearing a straw hat, blue clothes, and green cloth shoes and socks. His face was full of sorrow, and his eyes were painfully red and dull.

When the young boy saw the old man, he hurriedly stepped forward and moved him to a secluded corner seat, and whispered comfort:

"Old man, please be more open-minded. In this world of ghosts, there is no place for justice and no place for grievances. Your family is not the only victim. If you can't think about it anymore, it will be even more painful."

The old man said nothing in annoyance and just nodded silently.

The boy made a pot of tea for the old man. When he saw the old man sitting there like a wood carving and clay sculpture, tears kept falling from his eyes.

The boy wanted to say a few more words, but he hesitated. After letting out a long sigh, he went about his own business.

Hong Lingquan saw every move of the old man. He took the tea cup and sat down opposite the old man.

The old man didn't seem to see Hong Lingquan at all, he still just looked down at the floor.

Seeing that the old man seemed completely lost, Hong Lingquan shouted softly:

"Old man"

"grandfather"

Seeing that the old man didn't agree, Hong Ling pushed his arm gently. The old man was just waking up from a dream, but he was trembling with fright. Then he had the courage to take a look at Hong Ling and hurriedly used his sleeves. He wiped his tears and said with a grimace:

"Sorry, please forgive me"

Hong Lingquan asked hurriedly and with concern:

"Old man, what happened to you? Why are you so sad and crying?"

The old man looked at Hong Lingquan again and said:

"It's nothing. The world is peaceful, the harvest is plentiful, and there's nothing wrong at home. It's just that I'm old and my eyesight is bad. I can't help crying when the wind blows."

Seeing the old man's words flickering, Hong Lingquan wanted to ask more clearly, so he added:

"I heard that young man just now advise you to think for yourself when something happens. Why do you say it's okay?"

This time, after the old man looked at Hong Lingquan impatiently, his lips trembled a few times, as if he was about to say something, but he hesitated, but his tears couldn't help but flow down.

Hong Lingquan was about to ask again, but saw the old man stood up in a hurry and fled the teahouse immediately.

Thinking that there must be resentment in this, Hong Lingquan asked Xiaobao to pay for the tea, and then asked the young boy:

"This old man is from there"

The boy replied: "He belongs to our Huai'an Prefecture."

Hong Lingquan asked again: "Did his family suffer some serious disaster?"

At this time, the little boy gave a bitter smile, looked around, said only: "I don't know," and then turned around and left.

When Hong Ling Quanzhou saw that he couldn't find out anything, he took Xiaobao and chased him out of the teahouse. From a distance, he saw that the old man had already gone to the west gate.

By the time Hong Lingquan and Xiaobao caught up, the old man had already crossed the West Gate Suspension Bridge and turned east again.

Following the old man from a distance, Hong Lingquan saw a forest flashing out in front of him, and the old man walked directly into the depths of the forest.

When Brother Hong and Xiaobao followed into the woods, they saw the old man standing under an old tree with a crooked neck, and a thick rope had been hung on the tree trunk.

At this time, the old man could only be heard crying and shouting:

"God has no eyes! I, Liu Yun, have been submissive to others and acted according to my conscience all my life, but why did I suffer such a disaster? Is it really true that good and evil go unpunished? My dear, let's meet in the underworld right now."

While the old man was crying, he stepped on a big stone, then grabbed the rope with both hands and tried to put it around his neck.

At this time, Hong Lingquan and Xiaobao rushed forward, and Hong Lingquan shouted anxiously:

"Old man, don't do this."

Hong Lingquan suddenly shouted, which shocked the old man so much that he let go and collapsed to the ground.

When he looked up, he saw that the person coming was the white-faced scholar whom he had just seen in the teahouse. The old man said sadly:

"Young man, what do you want?"

Stepping forward to support the old man, Hong Lingquan said:

"Old man, it is said that everyone in the world is in charge of the affairs of the world. Although you and I have never met each other, but seeing that you are so grief-stricken, there must be something wronged. You might as well tell me. Maybe I can help you avenge your grievances."

After hearing this, the old man groaned again, shook his head and said:

"Looking at the accent, you are not a local. As the saying goes, troubles are only caused by talking more. You should go and do your own things. Telling you is just adding troubles that cannot be solved. Just let me get out of this sea of ​​misery as soon as possible."

With that said, the old man got up and stood on the stone to pull the rope.

Hong Lingquan stepped forward and pulled him down again and said:

"Old man, if the road is uneven, someone will plow it, and if it's not fair, someone will take care of it. Even if it's a big deal, it must be settled. Why do you have to seek your own shortcomings and escape? What's more, even if you die, we must die clearly. , I know the high-ranking officials in the capital, please tell me the story of your injustice, and I will definitely find a way to avenge you."