beg for chivalry

He couldn't remember how much blood had been on his hands.

Obviously it can be called a photographic memory, but I want to count them one by one, but I feel complicated and complicated, and I don't know where to start.

Holding the fire rod, Jin Wu hung his head for a long time before standing up as if he had made up his mind.

He stopped in a daze after writing the first word.Jin Zhen coughed and frowned and shouted, "Write, why don't you write? When you swing your sword neatly, you are shy when you write? Is it harder to write a few words than to kill someone!"

Difficult, it is even more difficult than climbing the sky.Jin Wu's wrist trembled violently, as if wearing a heavy wooden shackle.The difficulty is not to take people's lives, but to count the crimes in detail afterwards and list them one by one.

He swallowed hard and said.

"In the month of Jianyin in the year of Kuichou, two people from the Zhou family in Zhigu Village were killed at the mouth of the Sancha River."

The old man glared: "What's the reason?"

"They are boatmen who are familiar with water. They saw that the draft of the boat in Houtianlou was different, and they became suspicious. They wanted to take the opportunity to find out what was in the shed." Jin Wu said slowly, every word seemed to be filled with lead. heavy.

"You want to kill someone just because you are suspicious?"

Jin Wu lowered his head, trembling in his heart, but his face was lifeless, "Houtianlou has always cut grass and roots, after killing the two of them, the Ministry of Jin will wipe out the three clans that night."

"Continue! This is the first and second person! The two people you killed!" Jin Zhen said angrily, his voice thundering in his ears.

The pale moonlight fell in like snow, coating them coolly.Jin Wu looked calm and gloomy, said. "In the month of Jianmao in the year of Kuichou, three people were killed who broke into the gate of Tongle Temple."

As he recalled, he held a fire stick and wrote on the wall.Those who remember their first and last names write them down one by one, and those who don't ask them just draw a line.In the frost-like moonlight, Jin Zhen's bark-like face was covered with a layer of frost, and his deep eyes were like two deep black holes, looking at him faintly.

"In the month of Jianchen in the year of Kuichou, there were six members of the Qian family in Zhongzhou, the ninth grandson of Weng Chuan in the former dynasty."

"In the month of Jianchen in the year of Kuichou, the sea rose to feed the Hundred Illusory Butterflies, the ancestors of the Wu family."

He read in a trembling voice while writing.The crooked crescent moon quietly moved to the west, and the rustling of camphor leaves, entangled with the whimpering wind, came from far and near, like thousands of mourning souls weeping in sorrow.

The sticks of charcoal fire dyed Jin Wu's palm and life black, and the old man threw him another one after he finished writing on one.At the beginning, every time he wrote a line, Jin Zhen counted sharply, counting how many people he had killed, but then he seemed to be tired, so he just watched him continue writing with his mouth tightly pressed.

The walls are covered with scratches, densely packed, like swarms of toad ants.Jin Wu wrote blankly, he remembered every dark night of murder, every sword swung, every flower of blood splashed.His swipe was like a knife in the heart, and the pain filled every corner of his body accompanied by gurgling blood.

He has always been a person who remembers what should not be remembered, and forgets what should not be forgotten.

When he finished writing, there was a faint rooster crowing in the distance, and the sky was still stained with a dark black color, but the morning dew and the freshness of citrus were already wafting in the wind.The black handwriting on the wall stretched in front of him like an ink cloud covering the sky and ground.

Jin Wu was suddenly lost, his head was throbbing like it was split open, and he was swaying as if he was walking on a cloud. If he hadn't knelt all night and his knees were cold and aching, he would almost have thought that he was no longer in this world.

He wrote it all night, and Jin Zhen also read it all night.When he drew the last stroke, the old man said hoarsely:

"610 four."

A dead silence fell between the two of them. "In seven years, four people from 610 were killed."

Jin Wu lowered his head, as if a boulder was pressing on top of his head.

"One generation, 30 years! And you—killed more than [-] people in seven years? There are many upright and upright officials with high integrity; there are inevitably monks, Taoists, Confucians, craftsmen and prostitutes, who are not The people of a country? Don’t fight the enemy with the sword, but bring disaster to the country and the people, well, you have done a lot of good deeds!”

Jin Zhen looked at the stone wall and sighed.

After a long time, the old man suddenly grabbed Jin Wu's front, pulled him up, and shouted: "Open your eyes wide! Can you see clearly what is written on that plaque?"

Jin Wu was pulled up by him, and a hazy shadow of the sun appeared on the misty sky, and a few rays of sunlight came out from the clouds and fell on the lacquered wooden plaque of the ancestral hall.

The big black-painted and golden characters are particularly shocking: "Blood with blood and heart", "Serve the public for the country".

In a short time, it seemed that a large basin of cold water was poured on Jin Wu's head.His lips trembled, staring blankly at those words, Jin Zhen's roar echoed in his ears.

"From the Battle of June Mountain, the Blackwater battle to the guarding of Xuecheng, the Jin family has been unyielding and devoted to serving the country for generations! In my generation, have you ever dared to be slack? Have you ever dared to work hard and devote yourself? Even you That cowardly father who violated the military order will guard Taomin Erzhou until death!"

Jin Zhen's face suddenly changed, "Even if I'm old and incompetent like me, I swore an oath before the ancestors' spirits to protect the people of Jiading! Our ancestors spent a hundred years building a business to establish their reputation, but you are lucky, cutting off a human head is like weeds! "

The Raksha ghost was scolded by him by the front of his hand, and in a daze, he saw the mottled scars on the old man's chest in the open linen shirt, and suddenly felt a movement in his heart: he is the grandfather who conquered the world and is a world-famous strongman. How could Lou hurt him?

It's not that Hou Tianlou has such ability. Seven years ago, on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, the Ministry of Water bought Shaw from the streets and alleys far and near, and asked them to take up arms and come to besiege Jin Zhen.If he was an assassin who was used to killing people and stealing goods, his grandfather might be able to give it a go, but for Shaw, who was still a citizen of Jiading, he would rather be unarmed and gouged out by others!

The old man became furious with thunder and lightning, and said in a loud voice: "I will die sooner or later. But I waited for seven years, thinking that if you were harmed by Houtianlou, then I would offer the spirit card until this wind blows. The life of the candle is gone. If you are lucky enough to survive, then our grandpa and grandson can still meet each other when our lives are dying. Now, let it go, let it go! How could the Jin family have such murderous ghosts, how could there be such a murderous ghost? Wait for the people who have lost their conscience!"

Jin Wu suddenly felt sad, with a dull pain in his heart.He finally understood why Jin Zhen wanted to pretend to be a crazy old man and beat him up, because he should have been beaten.He wants to argue, saying that he has not really fallen into the mind of an evil spirit, and he is not really willing to take up the butcher knife, but killing people is an indisputable fact after all.

"I'm not..." He shook his head weakly.

Jin Zhen said angrily: "It's not what? Do you want to say that Hou Tianlou forced you? Do you want to say that you are not at fault? They handed you the knife, and you really went to kill people?"

"If I were you, I would kill myself the moment the knife is in my hand!"

The old man's strength gradually weakened.Jin Zhen loosened his clothes, pushed him aside, and coughed violently.Blood drops fell on the blue bricks, dazzling bright red.

Jin Wu sat down on his knees.Jin Zhen's throat and chest rose and fell violently, like a rapidly twitching stove, the muddy sound echoed in it, and the sound of coughing gradually disappeared in the pharynx wind.

The faint morning sun shone behind itself.Jin Wu looked at the old man, and suddenly whispered: "Grandfather."

Jin Zhen's lingering anger still persisted, he raised his head out of breath, with blood foam still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Will it be fine if I... die?" Jin Wu stared blankly at his grandfather, "Will it be fine if my parents didn't give birth to me in the first place?"

The old man didn't answer, like a solidified rock.He turned his face slightly to see the dawn scene outside the door.The sun was shrouded in misty mist, and the blue tiles glowed green in the sunlight, just like the blue color in his mother's eyes.

Jin Wu murmured: "I know you all don't like me, because I have half Mughal's blood. Grandpa, when I was young, everyone would throw stones at me, call me a Turkic dog, and tell me to get out of Jiading. I have tried my best. Do my best, but I don't know how to be likable. Is it to look like everyone else? Is it to straighten the hair, file the bones, and gouge out this eyeball?"

"I also know that my father violated the military order because of me. No one wants to see that the descendant of the general of the town is a man of foreign blood. If he stays in the frontier army, it will only disturb the morale of the army." He smiled, but he cried Also ugly.

"You always tell me to be a good person and a good person. Even if you are scolded or beaten, you must never hurt others. I can't do it, because at first they just hit me with sharp stones, but then someone took a sickle , Someone took an ax slice. I used to learn martial arts quickly, and you were afraid that I would harm others. Except for the few sword techniques my mother taught me, you never taught me kung fu. But I forgot, I forgot everything. Later, I still learned kung fu, learned how to kill, the old Jinwu is gone, I am just the Jinwu of Houtianlou, a black-clothed Rakshasa."

He stood up suddenly, trembling all over, and asked like begging:

"Grandpa, is my life just a joke of God from the beginning to the end? Am I not supposed to live in this world?"

In an instant, all the grief and anger hit the chest like a raging tide.After suppressing it for a long time, the emotion finally burst out at this moment.

For seven years, he has been acting as a heartless and ruthless black-clothed Rakshasa, hiding his joy, anger, sorrow and sorrow behind a ghostly face, and hiding his love, hatred, thoughts and desires in his heart.He trembled in the wind, hoping that a hand would come flying suddenly, or tear him to pieces, or lift him up into the abyss.

Jin Wu looked at the old man opposite him in bewilderment.He was waiting for Jin Zhen to be furious and beat him up, or let out a long howl and reprimanded him in extreme disappointment.

Sure enough, Jin Zhen raised his brows angrily, and slapped his cheek hard, hitting his eyes with stars and his ears buzzing.

Jin Zhen roared: "Wrong! It's all ridiculously wrong! It's ridiculously wrong!"

The old man kicked him on the knee, which made Jin Wu unsteady and knelt on the ground. "Do you know where you were most wrong?"

Jin Wu shook his head blankly.Although Jin Zhen beat him very painfully, he still didn't know how to wake up from the pain.He felt that he was full of problems, that he was not good at all, and he didn't know why he had to live on, why he was born, and why he didn't die.

The old man was so angry that he grabbed his ear and gave him a smack on the forehead: "Stupid bastard! The worst thing you can do is get your name wrong!"

The hoarse voice roared in his ears, which made his ears hurt and his heart pounded.

"Your name is Jinwu! Not Jinwu, nor Houtianlou Black-clothed Rakshasa! You have been Jinwu from beginning to end!"

"You think you're just dead? You only have one life, how can it be worth six hundred lives?"

Jin Zhen roared, "Live for me! Death is only a moment of joy, why should your joy be worth the pain of the living? Pay me honestly in this life, and if you can't pay in this life, there will be a next life and a next life." In the next life, no matter whether it is a cow or a horse, until it is paid off!"

"Yes, I just said that the Jin family shouldn't produce a murderer like you, but I didn't say that you are not from the Jin family. The black-clothed Raksha is my grandson, so what else can I do? Are you not afraid, are you afraid of losing face?"

Jin Wu listened in a daze, he was trembling all the time, his body was trembling, his speech was trembling, and his sore eyes seemed to be about to shed tears in the next moment.

The old man slapped him on the head again, and shouted: "Tell me yourself, who are you!"

He said in a trembling voice: "Golden Crow." After a moment of silence, he said cautiously again. "I am... the Golden Crow."

Jin Zhen finally frowned, and laughed with open arms: "That's right! You have always been the Golden Crow, the grandson of the turtle, and I will always be your grandpa!"

I don't know when the dawn has broken in the sky, the bright morning glow is all over the sky, and the golden light is everywhere.The sound of morning work is gradually heard, and there is a curl of smoke rising from the blue tiles.The sound of the wind, the crowing of the rooster, the barking of the dog, the sound of the wheels, and the sound of laughter are intertwined and spread from all directions.The dead night has quietly disappeared, leaving only the bright morning light.

Jin Wu got up unconsciously, and walked to the door to see Jiading in the early morning, which was a scene he had been dreaming of.When he turned his head, he heard Jin Zhen cough violently. The old man grabbed a fire stick from the ground and put it in his hand.

"However, if you are guilty, you will be rewarded, stupid grandson." The deep lines on Jin Zhen's face softened a bit, although he was full of regret and sorrow, he was kind and kind, "It is too heavy for you to bear this crime alone. "

A burst of shock suddenly hit my heart, Jin Wu felt something was wrong, and said: "Grandpa..."

The fire rod was cut off, revealing the black and solid blade inside.Jin Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, but smiled instead, "Fortunately, fortunately. You haven't killed enough people to fill two fire notes, so you didn't realize that there was a sword hidden in it."

The old man drew out the blade and laughed loudly:

"I'm going to die, and it doesn't matter if I die a moment earlier. The members of our Jin family would rather die on the battlefield under the rain of swords and arrows than linger in the sick bed. Stupid grandson, listen, the next thing is Your sin is not your fault, it is my own decision!"

Jin Wu choked for breath, and immediately a burst of heart-piercing pain seemed to cut him open from the inside, and he immediately understood what Jin Zhen was going to do—to apologize with death!He rushed forward recklessly, and roared, "Grandpa, I killed the man, you don't have to..."

He was so stupid, he was so stupid.How could his father-in-law be so proud and arrogant, let go of this crime?As the saying goes, the fault of a son is the fault of his parents, but if he loses his parents, it is his grandfather's fault.He once thought that Jin Zhen would do a righteous act of exterminating his relatives, and killed him in a rage.But Jin Zhen let him live, because the old man understood that he would be responsible for the crime!

The old man suddenly knocked his head on the ground a few times, and said in a loud voice.

"The ancestors, the ancestors, were unworthy of their sons. They failed to protect the frontier and defend the country, but endured the dirt to survive. The fault of the humble grandson, Jinwu, is offset by the life of the old man!"

After saying that, the tip of the sword suddenly hit his chest, and when Jin Wu rushed over, the pitch-black blade had come out through his body, and the bright red blood sprayed out violently, like the morning glow that was burning in the sky.

Warm blood splashed on the cheeks and flowed into the eye sockets, dyeing the world blood red.He pursed his lips, only to feel his heart beating wildly, and the pounding sound made him almost faint.Blood gushed out like a spring, splashing onto the wooden beams and stone walls, staining the charcoal characters on the wall wet and blurred.

It's like all sins are washed away.

"Golden Crow..."

The grandfather is calling him.Jin Wu held his hand, watching his dry lips move slowly.

"Live..." Jin Zhen tried hard to tell him. "...alive."

"Ah."

Jin Wu hugged the old body, but it was too late.His grandfather, Jiuli, was an even better murderer than him. He knew where to stab the heart to kill him with one blow.The smile froze on Jin Zhen's face. This man passed away with a smile. He looked like a kind old man who loved his children and grandchildren.

In the morning light, Jin Wu sat quietly for a long time holding a dry corpse.

Finally, he got up and wiped the blood on his face with his cuff, but he didn't wipe it off, but wiped more and more.Later, he finally discovered the reason, which made him stunned in the same place:

He is crying.

When he realized this, intermittent whimpers came from his mouth.

As if the strings that had been taut for a long time suddenly broke, he no longer had to suppress himself, and burst into tears in an instant, with blood and tears filling his chest.

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Meaning of the title: The heroic soul has no return to the sun, and the brave spirit is alone