beg for chivalry

Ever since he could remember, Jin Wu was extremely afraid of his grandfather.His father, Jin Hao, is soft-tempered. He is a pretty boy in the frontier army. Although he is talented, he never looks like a tiger. He only likes to study the art of war and arrange formations. He doesn't even like to touch a knife or a gun. Wu Weiyang's market anecdotes are nothing but idle chatter.

When his father was still in Jiading, the grandpa often chased his father with a big stick as thick as a bowl, scolding him for being incompetent and useless; but when Jin Hao went to the northwest or Xuecheng, Jinwu became his terrifying grandpa The targets of beatings were nothing more than trivial matters such as being distracted during martial arts exercises, misbehaving, etc. For a long time, he was terrified of Jin Zhen, and he was terrified and out of breath just by being glanced at.

Now is no exception.

Now he is no longer the Golden Crow, but a black-clothed Rakshasa full of blood and debts, but no matter how old he is, the sun and the moon are flowing, Jin Zhen is still like a violent evil ghost to him, making him unable to live in peace like a dream.

Jin Wu stared blankly at the old beggar bathed in the moonlight, and suddenly jumped up like a vigilant cat and ran away.Unexpectedly, Jin Zhen knew his mind and actions like the palm of his hand, with a grin, he threw the bamboo flute in his hand and hit the back of his neck!The Raksha ghost was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, the old beggar stretched out two palms, grabbed his head and neck, twisted half an arc abruptly, and gathered the other palm together, clenched into a fist.

Wrapped in the strong wind, the fist stopped just as it was about to hit his stomach.Jin Zhen smiled creepily at him and said:

"Yes, you have an internal injury now, and it won't be too late to beat you when the injury is healed."

Jin Wu shivered, subconsciously said, "Grandpa..."

Jin Zhen's face changed suddenly, and he slapped him in the face, "You still have the guts to call me Grandpa?" The Raksha ghost didn't even dare to dodge, so he received the slap, and his cheeks were bruised and swollen.The old man yelled while beating, "Seven years! Seven years! Look at what good deeds you have done? Became an assassin in Houtianlou? Rakshasa in black?"

Although he hasn't remembered all of them, Jin Wu has vaguely remembered that this is his hometown.He had seen it in his dream, the crabapple blossoms were like tides and snow, blooming one after another, and the four seasons were like spring, it was his haunted destination.

It's a pity that his house is not only dilapidated and dilapidated, but there is also a mad dog-like old man living in it.Eight years ago, he had had enough of Jin Zhen's severe beatings, but he never expected that his father-in-law would get stronger as he got older, and seven years later, the force of his slaps on the mouth hadn't diminished by half.

In his memory, the grandpa was unsmiling, glaring like a vajra when he was calm, and like a king of Hades demanding his life when he was angry. He also had a good face and was reserved and meticulous.Half of Mughal's blood dripped from Jinwu's body, and he was born with a strange appearance, and his frizzy head had been beaten several times.

Jin Wu was beaten badly, and he couldn't help cursing: "What about you? It's been seven years! Look what a miserable look you've become? Donkey manure, you're desperate!"

In the past, he would not have dared to say a word in front of Jin Zhen, because he felt that he was born to be a debtor.But now he has spent seven years in contempt and self-deprecation, forgetting all etiquette and human feelings.It's just that Jin Wu never thought that the once well-clothed and well-dressed General Zhen Guo would be in such a state of desperation, so he had to beg for a few pieces of bad food to satisfy his hunger.

The old man glared angrily: "Even if I am begging for food, I am a thousand times better than you, a heinous bastard! How can it be unreasonable to be a beggar? But look at you, the crime is beyond reproach, too many to write down!" He pointed to the broken half-painted doorway. , "Before I saw that you forgot most of it, so I kept you. Now it seems that I really have no regrets at all. You are heartless, but you are dirty! Get out!"

Maybe it was because of the harshness of the scolding, Jin Zhen's throat made a thunderous hoo hoo sound, and after coughing a few times like thunder, he poohed a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

These words pierced Jin Wu's heart like a sharp cone.

"Get out?" Jin Wu scolded, "I wanted to get out a long time ago!"

His grandfather was furious, and he was also full of anger.Before his injury healed, he was pushed around by Zuo Buzheng, and he didn't know what plan that female devil had in mind, so she threw him back to his hometown Jiading. A series of weird things had exhausted him physically and mentally, and filled him with resentment.

Jiading has always been the home of his day and night dreams, and he always thought that as long as he came back, the gloom and gloom in his heart would be dissipated.But in fact, not only did they stay together, but they also made people worry more and more.

But before he turned around and took a few steps, Jin Zhen took out two pieces of yellow paper from his hemp shirt, threw them on his back, and shouted, "Come back!"

This back and forth was so capricious that even Jin Wu was confused.

That was the Jianghu order posted by the Wumeng.A Rakshasa dressed in black, and his childhood appearance, are all looking for him.Jin Zhen said angrily, "Stupid bastard, don't you understand whether you really want to get out or fake it! This broken thing is posted on the street, and if you are caught by the Wumeng, you will be washed, peeled, and smashed into pieces. Sauce paste?" After saying that, he coughed a few more times.

"A mere martial arts league..." Jin Wu turned his face away.

"It's the word 'district' that hurts you a lot! Do you think Wu Wugong is the only one in the Wumeng? Only Wujia? You are not fighting the Wumeng, but the whole Jianghu, the whole world." Jin Zhen simply hated iron Bu Chenggang said, "Baby bastard, as the saying goes, if you eat a pit, you will gain wisdom. I think the more you eat, the more stupid you become. Not only stupid, but also downright bad."

The old man's chest rose and fell violently, he coughed a few times, and asked immediately. "How much do you remember?"

Jin Wu looked at him blankly: "What?"

"The past. I can't even find my own home. It seems that I have a lot of forgetfulness." Jin Zhen took a long breath at Mingyue, "Besides life, the most important thing for a person is to 'remember'. I don’t remember anything I’ve lived, it’s just a walking dead.”

Luo Sha suddenly felt sad, and instantly understood what Jin Zhen said.The Taigong thinks that he is not the Golden Crow, because his mind is empty, like a piece of clean paper; but he is full of bad deeds, and he is the longest and most vicious devil.He lowered his head, but at this moment he heard Jin Zhenda opening his mouth and coughing uncontrollably, his eyes wandering, trembling, at first he just spit out a few mouthfuls of phlegm, but later it turned out to be bright red blood!

Years of worry and mental exhaustion, coupled with a moment of anger, pushed Jin Zhen's dying body into the dark.Although he looked like a tiger and a tiger before, he was able to beat up the notorious black-clothed Rakshasa violently, but after all, he has been down and down for several years, and his strong frame has been worn away by wind and frost.

Seeing him coughing up blood, Jin Wu panicked and took a step forward to help him: "Grandfather!"

The old man raised his blood-stained chin, and slapped Jin Wu first. "Grandson, I didn't panic, you panic!"

"I know why you came back. The devil named Zuo in Houtianlou wants you to kill me." Jin Zhen stepped over the threshold, walked into the ancestral hall, spread the straw mat on the haystack, and said to himself. She said, "Hmph, good grandson kills good grandpa. She has a good plan, but it's impossible."

"Why?" Jin Wu felt his voice tremble.

Jin Zhen laughed loudly: "Because I would have returned to the west before that! I don't need her to do it. I painted the archway and drilled the acupuncture points myself, and there is no shortage of phoenix hairs and soybean oil lamps!" He laughed more and more. Loud, but could not stop, eyes sometimes clear and vigilant, sometimes shrouded in clouds.

Jin Wu finally realized that he was really insane, so he went up to help him and asked him to sleep on the straw mat.Jin Zhen danced with his hands and feet, bared his teeth and claws, and smashed his fist on the bridge of the Raksha ghost's nose.Jin Wu was beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, half of his face was bleeding from the nose. He finally settled the crazy old man, and turned around to look through the earthen pots for herbs.According to his memory, he silently wrote the side medicine prescription, and went out to get the medicine.There are several pharmacies on Huancheng Street, the same as seven years ago.

After the medicine was fried, Jin Wu put the medicine bowl beside the straw mat and walked into the courtyard alone.He dragged his heavy steps up to the watchtower, the night was like deep and unmelted thick ink, but he could clearly distinguish the streets and alleys in it.The lush vegetation, the blooming begonias, the gurgling water in the river, every scene is deeply engraved in my heart.

"... are you back?" Jin Wu patted his face in a daze, feeling a little pain, but he was afraid that it would also hurt when he was dreaming.Later, he finally believed it, his eyes were a little sore, and he murmured. "I'm back."

He walked along the corridor and stepped onto the dusty Tanchi.There are traces of knife carving on the gate post. When he grew taller, he would secretly carve a stroke on the Suanni post, and then be beaten and scolded by his grandfather and mother in turn.The begonias in the flower bed, the swings on Zhennan, as he walked, the past came to his mind like a tidal wave, drowning him little by little.

Someone coughed and called him in the ancestral hall: "Golden Crow!"

After seven years, he finally heard his name again.Jin Wu was stunned for a while, then turned and ran towards the ancestral hall.

Panting for breath, Jin Zhen turned over and sat up from the pile of wheat straw, blood was stained on the front of his sweaty linen shirt.

"Stupid grandson, listen, I'm dying."

It seemed that a thunderbolt exploded from the top of his head, Jin Wu's face was pale, and he shook his head slightly.

The old man sneered. "Why are you panicking? There are still things in the world that can make you panic? Half of this old life is in the hands of Ma Mian Niutou. If you don't come back, I will always go to Wangchuan Wine."

Jin Zhen lifted his shirt and showed him the scar on his chest. There were horrific scars between his hard muscles, as if he had been sliced ​​into pieces by a sharp knife. "Seven years ago, on the first day of the lunar year, I went to the shadow hall to burn incense. Houtianlou found a hundred or so Shaws to ambush outside, and ambushed assassins in the alley. Hmph, it's ridiculous to say, at that time I had There is only a handful of incense, but it actually scares the Houtianlou Jinbu out of the nest."

"I handed over my sword and managed to fight back to the gate of the mansion. I took more than a hundred blows from them. There were bullets from the cannon and horse-headed knives. The blood flowed all the way, but it was too late when I returned to the Jin mansion. "

"It's late," the old man stared at the deep beam, and muttered stubbornly, "It's too late."

Jin Wu didn't know how to speak.He knelt beside his father-in-law like a child who had made a mistake.

Silence covered them up like a douchebag, Jin Zhen pursed his lips tightly and didn't say any more.Because no one wants to recall the most miserable situation, and no one likes to describe the painful things in detail to others.

The old man stretched out his dry hand, patted the stone wall, and said, "Come here."

Following his words, Jin Wu knelt and moved over.His grandfather looked at him in the dim moonlight, his throat rolled, he hesitated to speak, his eyes did not know whether it was pity or regret.

"There are many things you don't remember, but there are still some things you can't forget. Even if you forget, remember it, write it down, and write it down." The old man looked at the moonlight outside the door, coughing, and slowly say. "Have you ever been to Guangyuan? It's the burial place of the heroes. Every stone tablet has their names and surnames, not only their own, but also those of blood-married friends. They have their love and thoughts, their hatred and resentment, and their names. There were men they had bloodshed. I want you to remember, and write down the names—"

The old man got up slowly while supporting the stone wall, hunched over and picked out a fire rod from the debris pile, and threw it to Jin Wu.

Jin Wu was at a loss, and picked up the fire stick in a daze.He didn't understand what the grandpa said, and he didn't know what name to recall.

In the dim moonlight, Jin Zhen's eyes shone brightly, like a burning sunset.He looked at Jin Wu and said sharply.

"How many people have you killed and how many crimes you have committed. I want you...to remember each one!"