Yang Jin Enters Beijing

"Asuke is just a dead man. I have as many dead men as I want, and there is only one teacher. Do you think I will trade with you?" Hirayan Jiuzhi sneered, and said to Long Shishi: "You want to kill him?" Let's kill it."

"Since you don't care, then I can kill slowly." Long Shishi said that the knife moved from Fujisakisuke's neck to his shoulders. I cut off his arms first, then his feet, and so on. After he was cut into a gourd, I would cut open his stomach and pull out his intestines one by one. After cleaning his intestines, he might survive for half a day until he died. "

"Enough!" It was not Hiraiwa Hisaji who yelled, but me.I pointed at Long Shisi, "You hate people who treat people wrongly, what are you doing now?"

I pointed to Long Yue again: "I keep saying that kindness should not be used, but should be protected by others. What are you doing now?"

I turned my head and pointed at Hiraiwa Hisaji again, "I don't want to judge your conscience, I just want to ask you, if the omnipotent teacher you speak of is really me, and I have returned to the omnipotent state, are you sure? Can you hold me hostage?" I pointed around, Black Iron Tower, Long Yue, Lei Fengyu, Tuoba Siyuan, "His brother, his son, his lover, his opponent, how do you take him away?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Hirayan Jiuzhi suddenly felt a shudder in his heart. It was something that Long Yue had never experienced before. It seemed to be a pair of eyes looking into the depths of his heart, "I..."

"Are you betting that he will go with you voluntarily? Why?" I looked at him, "Are you betting on the kindness of your teacher based on the hostage you are holding, Long Shisi's family, or someone else?" He shook his head, "Don't forget, he brought ten thousand dead soldiers and retainers to die." I looked at Lei Fengyu, "For the one he considers the most important, he sacrificed all the others , even his two wives and himself.”

I looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, as if there was no air around me, only the sky above my head revealed a trace of breathable breath.

"Let me make a deal with you." I said to Hirayan Jiuzhi, with a bit of bitterness in my mouth: "No matter who I am, Yang Jin or Long Yue, I will go with you unless you let me run. Never leave, and I want something from you."

"No matter who you are, but I believe in you, please say." Hiraiwa Hisashi said.

I pointed at Lei Fengyu, "Tell him everything you know, everything he wants to know."

Hirayan Jiuzhi sheathed the knife and walked towards Lei Fengyu, "What do you want to know?"

Lei Fengyu looked at me.

I hooked the corner of my mouth at him.This time I finally look like it, right?

I turned around and walked back to the tree I was sitting on, stretched my legs, and buried my head in my knees.Feeling bored in my heart, I miss my hometown, the days when I yelled at my brothers to drive cattle home, and I miss the buttered tea made by Danzhu, even if there is no salt.

The sound of the sharp point of the knife came, walked behind me, and sat down on the other end of the tree against which I was leaning, "You did the right thing, why are you sad?"

"You can't see, how do you know I'm sad?" I said.

"If you're not sad, just sing a song and listen to it." He said.

"I don't want to sing." I said.

"There are still times when the Tibetans can't sing?" He said, "Every time I say that I am not wronged, you really think that my eyes are blind and my heart is blind."

"You know I'm wronged, why don't you sing me a song." I said.

"Okay." He cleared his throat and began to sing: "I want the blue sky to be your back, and the white clouds to be the stamens scattered under your feet. I want to see the evening wind blowing across the flat river, and you don't need to pay attention to the disturbances in the world..." Kardorji's The singing voice is not as good as General Dongga's, but it is like the thick echo of the wind blowing the grassland.

I leaned back, back to back with him, with the tree in between. "Young people don't know the feeling of nostalgia. The farther away from home, the more precious the word love is. There is a familiar voice in my ear, accompanying me one journey after another."

A nation without elegy believes that the world is the same since ancient times, with the same honesty, innocence, and true feelings. There is no elegy because we can always face our hearts calmly.

He sang one song after another without being sad, during which Tuoba Siyuan brought me the jar of wine, saying that I was too imposing when I pointed at those people and yelled at them just now. Hundreds of thousands of troops are not as powerful as mine.

The 'Black Iron Tower' also came over and asked me for a bowl of wine to drink. After drinking, he said: "He ran out without telling his wife. His wife is a jealous woman, and there is no balance between officials and gangsters. He can't stay here for long. He has to leave quickly. If you need something, you can go to the Dragon Escort Bureau at any time. There are more than 100 Dragon Escort Bureau branches in the world. No matter which one you go to, as long as someone sends a message, he will come to help me.

Long Shisi also came here, I gave him wine, but he didn't drink it, he said he was wrong, and he will not do that kind of thing again, but he has to go back to Wa country first, he and Hirayan Jiuzhi are completely torn apart this time He was afraid that Hirayan Jiuzhi would take his family members under the knife when he returned, so he wanted to go back and bring the family members out.Luo Zichang left with him.

Long Yue also came here, but he blamed me, saying that I didn't understand the relationship between Hiraiwa Hisaji and Fujisakisuke at all.That Fujisaki assistant is the dead man that Hiraiwa Hisaji brought with him since he was a child, and he is also the only male favorite of Hiraiwa Hisaji. Although he is a bit ugly, he is indeed Hiraiwa Hisaji's treasure. Yes, he was just a little bit close to switching me back.Thanks to his perfect plan, even Han Yingchuan was invited!

As for Lei Fengyu, I didn't see him again that night, and I don't know if he got the clues he wanted from Jiuzhi Pingyan.

But the chrysanthemum wine is very delicious, the fragrance is intoxicating, I don’t know how much I drank, and I was drunk in the fragrance of chrysanthemums. I was drunk for two days, and on the third day, we arrived in the south of the Yangtze River.

I once saw a poem describing Jiangnan in Master Basang's book: Half a moat with spring water and a city of flowers, misty rain and dark thousands of houses.

But the season is not right, it is already late autumn, and I have never seen a half moat of spring water, nor have I seen a city of flowers.But I saw the misty rain, the cold and cold autumn rain, which stretched on and on, as if it would never end.

The beauty and charm of the south of the Yangtze River are dimmed, leaving empty: the remnant pond is scattered and rainy, and everywhere is sad.the bleak.

Look, in fact, Chaba can also compose poems, we are Tianchai!

It's just that when he arrived in Jiangnan, he encountered some troubles.

Guan Renhua's family was a wealthy local family. Although Guan Renhua died, his mother, the old lady who was the housekeeper, was still there. She adopted her natal nephew as an adopted son, and now she is flourishing.

When the old lady Guan heard that someone was going to dig her son's grave, of course she quit. She took the whole family to sit on the ground and cry, blocking the way for people to pass. Even Lei Fengyu couldn't explain it in person.

More than ten thousand people just stared helplessly like this, even though the old lady cried for two hours without being tired, she also ate a meal and drank ginseng soup twice during the period, and continued to cry after eating and drinking.

Tuoba Siyuan commented on this matter: "There is a magical skill in the Central Plains, called sitting on the ground and crying, this skill is powerful, not because there are many people, only one person can use this skill, even thousands of troops can't beat it!"

"What's the matter?" I really hate him now, he obviously snatches marriages, kills tigers and drinks tiger blood, just like a barbarian, but he shows off all day long, as if he is very knowledgeable.

Hisashi Hiraiwa proposed a solution: ask his ninjas to dig a tunnel until the old lady’s buttocks, and dig the ground under her buttocks into a deep pit, preferably to the other side of the earth, and let her fall straight down. Go down, and the world will be clean.

But in the end it was Long Yue who settled the matter. He smeared honey and oil on his mouth, and went over to hug the old lady and yelled one by one, and told the old lady that he was digging the grave because he wanted to take care of him. Renhua's body was transported to the Long family for burial, and Chen Jintang couldn't be buried alone in the Long family's ancestral grave.

The tens of thousands of people present looked up at the sky together. If God had a thinner skin, he might be able to see a hole!

Unexpectedly, this old lady would really like this, not only agreed, but also asked Long Yue to find a good place for Guan Renhua in the Long family's ancestral grave. He is the second wife when he is alive, and Chen Jintang must be overwhelmed after death. Sit in the seat of the eldest lady.

Why!It is said that death is the end of everything, but how can the living let go of their worries.

Take us Tibetans as an example. After death, people hand over their skin and bones to the heavens, return to nature, and their souls go to the place arranged by heaven. However, there is still a legend that the goddess Tianyin can guide the living to see their dead relatives. It can be seen that longing and It is also human nature to care about all races!

In any case, it was finally possible to open this grave.

……

Tubo uses white as wedding dress, while in the Central Plains white is mourning, and here in the south of the Yangtze River there is a custom of wearing spirits.

Hiraiwa Hisaji changed me into a pure white commoner robe and loosened my hair.

Long Yue put the rosewood-carved box containing the human head into my hand.

I walked up the stone steps of the white marble tomb, and walked towards the gorgeous tomb surrounded by green pines and cypresses. There was a man who was called the first son of Jiangnan when he was alive.