beg for chivalry

Amid all the blankness, Mrs. Wang did not answer.His figure suddenly dissipated like morning dew, leaving only an elusive mist.

After a while, another figure appeared from behind Wang Xiaoyuan, this time it was a woman with a cloth covering her face, wearing a dark jade purple sarong, wearing a peach-pointed topknot, with a piece of nose missing, but her expression was gentle and submissive.She is Ah Yi, and Wang Xiaoyuan called her Grandma.

Ah Yi came around, squatted in front of him, and gently wiped his head and face with a handkerchief, like before every time he fell down.Wang Xiaoyuan seemed to have become very small in this dream, a lot shorter in stature.She murmured softly:

"Xiaoyuan, promise grandma not to do bad things, do you understand?"

Wang Xiaoyuan hesitated for a moment, then said in a daze: "But everyone in the ditch said that people who stay in the ditch of wicked people have to do bad things to be considered wicked."

"Your mother's nose was cut off by the wicked. At that time, she bled a lot and the pain was unbearable. Do you want to be like that? Do you want others to treat you like this?" A Yi wiped His hands on the face stopped, and there was a look of reproach in his eyes.Wang Xiaoyuan flinched in fright from her eyes, and timidly shook his head.

Only then did Ah Yi smile, "That's right, Xiao Yuan. I watched you grow up, but I didn't want to watch you do evil."

"You want to become an upright man like Wang Dangjia, this is what Grandma... wishes for you."

After saying this, suddenly there was a strong wind for no reason, which blinded Wang Xiaoyuan.The whiteness in front of my eyes dissipated like sand and gravel, revealing a barren area.Ah Yi's figure disappeared like water waves in a flash, his eyes were dazzled for a moment, but finally returned to emptiness.

The cold wind invaded the muscles, and the surrounding area was icy cold.He was shivering, as if out of breath, the sound of bubbles bursting, and the sound of gurgling streams lingering in his ears.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoyuan woke up.The white dream is washed away by the running water,

He lifted his head out of the water, as if suddenly thrown into reality.A little bit of cold stream water poured into the crevices of the eyes, astringent and painful.Xia Feng was obviously hot when he threw himself on his body, but now it brings him endless coldness.

Wang Xiaoyuan was sitting on his knees by the stream, dripping from the tips of his wet hair.The water droplets trickled down one by one along the cheeks, and when they fell into the water, they created layers of ripples, smashing the reflection in the water.The face reflected in the water was shattered into silver-like crystal light, but his blank eyes could be vaguely discerned from it.

The night is hanging high, and the autumn insects are rustling.He faced the water all alone, speechless for a while.

How did he get out of the wicked ditch surrounded by mountain ghosts?Wang Xiaoyuan no longer remembers.Thoughts like mist swirled in his mind, he was in a state of confusion, and he didn't know when he was kneeling by the stream, his head and face were wet.

The mountain ghosts who besieged him, and Qian Xian'er, who was sitting on the east seat and looking down at him, had also disappeared, and there was no one in the surroundings, only the deep night surrounded him.

Wang Xiaoyuan lowered his head slowly, only to see blood in his hands.He turned his head again, only to see a broken knife sticking out on the ground beside him, with blood streaks covering the blade like a torn cloth.The mountains were gloomy, the forest was cold and rocky, and he seemed to be staggering out of the ravine, with a long trail of blood winding on the ground.

He can't remember what happened.

His mind was blank and muddled, and the current situation taught him even more fear.Wang Xiaoyuan tried his best to use his brain, but he couldn't remember.The mountain ghosts attacked him like crazy, Qian Xian'er looked down at him indifferently.He recognized the faces of the elders he was familiar with in the past, and he felt sad for a moment.

Afterwards, there seemed to be clouds and mist lingering in his body.Whether he killed someone or why the knife was stained with blood, he couldn't explain at all.

Wang Xiaoyuan touched his body blankly, none of the bones were broken, and he never made a third cut.But looking at the shocking blood trailing behind him, the second knife must have been done.He didn't know what the elders would look like after being wounded by his knife, he felt uneasy when he thought of this.

The evil man's ditch has changed drastically, Qian Xian'er lied to him, and even withheld the Yubai knife.In the past, he believed in this childhood playmate from the bottom of his heart, but now he doesn't know who else can teach him to give his heart.

He hesitated for a while, looking back at the winding bloodstain, he felt his heart pounding, but finally decided to escape from the right and wrong first, and took a step in a daze.

A silver moon hangs in the night sky, and the clouds are entrenched in the sky like scars.The sky is bright and bright, but the mountains and forests are as black as ink.Wang Xiaoyuan walked away from the stream, the thin grass under his feet was like a swamp, and he would sink into it softly under his feet.

Coming out of the ravine, by the moonlight, you can catch a glimpse of the mountain village at the foot of Longwei Mountain not far away.The thatched roofs are crowded together, and the round water tanks are lined up under the eaves.

Wang Xiaoyuan remembered that when he was making jade and seeking flaws, he traveled around the world with Jinwu and came here to see the single bamboo forest.Some little dolls in the mountain village built a small kiln with mud in the forest, lit a fire and roasted pears to eat, and even shared half of the pears with them, a scene of harmony and harmony.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Xiaoyuan dragged his way to the mountain village with difficulty, maybe after he escaped from the Evil Man's Ditch, he could still find the whereabouts of the Golden Crow by asking around again.I don't know if anyone else knows the whereabouts of his young master?He was at a loss in his heart, but now he can only take one step at a time and see how his luck will be in the future.

Now at a glance, the mountain village is brightly lit, shining brightly in the deep forest.

Wang Xiaoyuan blinked, and for a moment, fear seized his mind.Only then did he realize that it was not a twinkling candle, but a raging fire.

Before him was a scene like hell.

The thatched roof was burning in a blazing flame, and the sky was covered with flying ash, and the wind was filled with a strong smell of burnt.The flames soared into the sky, and intricate patterns like beasts appeared in the red flames, but the thick smoke gradually covered everything.Wang Xiaoyuan stood alone on the hillside, helpless in this huge fire.

He froze, unable to move his feet as if they were nailed to the ground.He hoped it was another dream, but he pinched the back of his hand but it hurt.In the thick smoke, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a group of ground sticks lingering at the entrance of the village.His eyes are good and bad, but now he can see everything condescendingly overlooking the mountain village.

The ground sticks held four-pointed guns in their hands, and a woman with hair in her arms ran away in panic, and was shot to death when she ran into them.They whistled, took out a few copper coins from the dead man's clothes, laughed and raised their poles, and unfurled their green flags.

Ruyi patterns are painted on the flag.Qinglian Ruyi is exactly the pattern of Houtianlou.

There was a faint shout in the wind: "Houtianlou is here! The evil spirits are here to claim their lives!" Hearing this name, the villagers ran away in a hurry amidst the flames and smoke, and bright red blood bloomed all over the ground.Bright red fire and blood were intertwined, and the mountain village seemed to be boiling with noise.

The ground sticks yelled: "We are Houtianlou! Send the money to the grandpas quickly!" As they spoke, they stabbed randomly with their knives and guns and kicked open the door panels one by one.

Wang Xiaoyuan's face was pale, and Qian Xian'er's voice seemed to echo in his ears.

The wicked man's ditch is a blessed land for the wicked, but the evil man's ditch is a purgatory on earth.Qian Xian'er didn't lie to him, the current situation is really like a picture scroll of hell.He lived peacefully in Jiading for two years, and lived a careless and fussy life with Jinwu, but he forgot that the world is now in chaos.

Holding the broken knife in his hand, he staggered and took a step forward.Yubai swordsman must not just ignore this tragic scene, he is both Wang Xiaoyuan and Yu Qiuxia.

But the familiar sense of confusion came to mind suddenly, Wang Xiaoyuan staggered for a while, didn't notice the dirt slope under his feet, and fell in embarrassment.He rolled into the bushes, fell badly, and was scratched by dead branches.

My body was so heavy that I couldn't lift it up like it was filled with lead.A long-standing fatigue suddenly hit his heart, and Wang Xiaoyuan remembered that he had been deprived of food and water for several days.He was like a walking corpse, and his worries and insomnia at night almost crushed his body.Wang Xiaoyuan was vaguely aware that the frequent visits to the dream were the result of extreme exhaustion.He was too far away from the mountain village, and he might not be able to make it there in a while.

In the burning mountain village, the ground stick that kicked the door panel and broke into the mud room turned back after a while, scratched its head and said to the companion waiting outside: "Strange, there is no one alive."

"Are there any dead people?"

Di Gun said, "Yes, there are. The whole family died neatly, and they were all placed on the couch. The copper coins and rice cloth were also searched clean, we don't even have the ability to pick and choose!"

Another person clicked his tongue and said: "I was snatched first. There are too many people who are risking the name of Houtianlou to make money, and I don't know which group of thieves they are!"

"How about... let's change our name?" Someone rubbed their hands anxiously, "Last month, I met five gangs who came to rob, one group was holding the flag of Ten Villages in Pennsylvania, and the other group was called Xincheng Jiegantong Min’s account, and there are three groups claiming that they are Houtianlou…”

Everyone stepped on the corpse, stepped into the pool of blood, and sighed sadly, "Business is really difficult."

The figure gradually receded into the sea of ​​blood and smoke.Wang Xiaoyuan struggled to prop up his body with the broken knife, but collapsed limply.The fall just now seemed to completely break him down, the fatigue of the past few days gushed out of his body, and his limbs were like cotton.

Only then did he realize that his body was covered with bruises and sword wounds, perhaps because he was unwilling to strike at the elders of Erengou before, so he was beaten firmly by them.He was very sleepy and just wanted to find a place to lie down and rest.Yu Qiuxia had to save people, but Wang Xiaoyuan also wanted to rest.

Needle-like rain fell from the sky, piercing him one by one.He struggled to get up, but slipped and fell to the ground in exhaustion.The raging flames that had previously blazed in the sky were slightly smaller, and a large cloud of green smoke spewed into the air.The mountain village is very quiet, as if there is no human breath left, only the sound of scraping and burning.

Wang Xiaoyuan fell to the ground half curled up, clutching the broken knife tightly in his hand.Just before losing his mind, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a figure in front of him.

The man was wearing a bamboo hat, his hair was disheveled, and he was dressed in dirty brown clothes. He looked like a one-armed farmer.In the only remaining hand, he held a cold and shiny sickle.In a daze, he thought of the ghosts in the mountains mentioned by Qian Xian'er. They had nowhere to go, burned, killed and looted, and wandered in the forest like ghosts all day long.This person may be in the same group as the local stick who robbed the mountain village, and they will also come to search for his money and take his life.

But now Wang Xiaoyuan just wants to close his eyes and fall asleep, his mind is chaotic, and he just wants to forget everything.The drizzle was falling, the forest was deep and the trees were mixed, and when the figure was reflected in his eyes, it was hazy with water mist.The man stopped in front of Wang Xiaoyuan for a while, bent down, and lifted his ankle.

With heavy steps, the ghost dragged Wang Xiaoyuan into the deep forest.