illegitimate child

"Beep", the wick in the basement burned out and made a screeching sound, Luo Jinnian swallowed, his vision was covered by patches of silver light.Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind - old bastard, how many weapons are there?

Wang Ju picked up the flame of the lamp, and the brighter the flame, the more clearly he could see it.Holding the lampstand, he walked to Luo Jinnian's side, stood still, and sent the lampstand forward, "Hehe Xiaojing, this is the confidence of my Xiaokang County you want to see."

Luo Jinnian snatched the lampstand with his hands, gave Wang Ju a meaningful look, turned his eyes away, and turned to look at the room of murderous soldiers.Walking around the room with the lights, I already know it in my heart.There are 33 iron frames in the room, and more than a hundred weapons and swords are placed on each frame.

It's only been a day since he opened up and said that Wang Ju came to the door and agreed to make a bet.But being a traitor is a lifelong business, and you can't just get on a thief's boat without knowing your family background.So Luo Jinnian took the opportunity to propose to clear Xiaokang County's weapons, and Wang Ju had no choice but to take Luo Jinnian around, and came to the basement.

"Crack!" Luo Jinnian pressed Wang Ju's shoulder heavily, "Old Wang, you are really hiding something!"

Wang Ju was staggered when he was photographed. Just as he was about to speak, a heavy candlestick was stuffed into his hand. He turned his head and saw that Luo Jinnian was already walking up the stone steps with his hands behind his back. Then he heard Luo Jinnian ask: "If you have armor, you don't have soldiers; if you have weapons, you don't." People, why fight?"

Wang Ju changed his hand to hold the candlestick, but it was still too heavy, so he simply bent down and put it on the ground, the light from the ground shone on his face half-bright.Standing up and pointing to the top of his head, he smiled mysteriously: "All the people are soldiers."

Luo Jinnian changed his posture again, turned slightly sideways so that the faint skylight from the top could spread on his body more evenly, and deliberately stuck his throat and said, "That's good."

I thought about it for a while, whether it would be more handsome to climb the ladder with my hands behind my back, or it would be more elegant to lift my breath up, and before I could figure out one, two, three, I heard Wang Ju ask: "Aren't you afraid of me..."

Luo Jinnian cut off his words impatiently, "You've lived a long time, have you ever heard the saying that you don't need to be suspicious when you hire someone?"

Hey!This is really well said, not only taking advantage of old man Wang, but also free and easy, like a hero.

Luo Jinnian stepped forward happily.

Looking at Luo Jinnian's back, Wang Ju felt a little emotional: I have wronged this kid, he is not a stunned young man, he is a careless stunned young man, that is, he met an old man.If you meet other black-hearted people, sell him and help count the money.

In the blink of an eye, it was several days later, New Year's Eve.

It didn't stop early in the morning, and the black smoke in the sky seemed to bury Xiaokang County. Coupled with the vibration of the ground from time to time, it really felt like the sky was falling and the earth was sinking.

Swish!Covered by the mist, a saber cut through the fence of Xiaokang County from top to bottom, and a group of more than a thousand people stared at the low-rise houses, with faint green light in their pupils.

The leader is more than eight feet tall, with sudden cheekbones, sunken cheeks, high nose and deep eyes.Wearing animal armor and holding a long knife, he is a Dirong man.

His lips moved, and he uttered a series of strange syllables: "Split into two teams, leave no one behind."

The person behind hesitated and said: "Gulatu is on top, the wolf king..."

"Didn't you hear clearly, don't leave one!"

Gulatu turned his head suddenly, raised the saber high, the tip of the knife reached Qiongyun, and said coldly: "Kill!"

He led the crowd out at the head of the pack, with coldness in his eyes. Although he didn't know why the wolf king wanted to stay in Xiaokang County alone, but because the thieves and women of the Li Dynasty suffered heavy losses, how could the pariahs of the Li Dynasty be safe and sound?

In an instant, the wolves were ordered to purge the army, sharpen their swords and rush to the well-off.

"Fall," Luo Jinnian prostrated on the roof, silently tidied up.Zhang Xiucai, who was lying behind him, stabilized his mind, and made the same gesture, passing it down layer by layer.

If the Dirong people had the ability to fly into the sky and hide from the ground, they would be able to see densely packed people crawling on the roof if they looked down from the sky.

Di Rong's army took a step, and there was a strange noise in the air. Gulatu's ear tip moved slightly and suddenly raised his head, only to see the overwhelming boiling oil pouring from the top of his head, the air was scorched by high temperature, distorted, and the air waves evaporated. The scorching temperature hit the skin surface.

His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinprick, he shielded his face with his arms, and shouted in horror: "Quick back!"

Someone raised his head ignorantly, and was doused all over his face by the oncoming hot oil, and his face was scalded, as if the smell of scorched pigskin was coming to his nostrils, followed by screams one after another, like the mourning of an old raven.

Luo Jinnian drew a broad knife from the basket, raised his breath and flew down, fell into the crowd, and shouted: "Your grandpa is here, how dare you foolish people!"

Withdrawing the knife and hitting the head hard, it was like hitting garlic, one after another, the sound was muffled.

Blood spattered everywhere, staining the white veil on his face, just like a heavenly general and a demon lord, killing stars in troubled times.He can be described as extremely arrogant, he entered the pack of wolves alone, and every shot was accurate.The people of Di Rong hated him deeply, their eyes were almost red, most of the people of Di Rong were scalded by hot oil, and became blind when they opened their eyes. He can't.

Zhang Xiucai was dizzy from the sight, and stretched out his head with the thatch to look at the ground, his mouth was wide enough to hold an egg.Wang Ju came to his side with two short knives in his arms, and viciously shook out the blades and stuck them on Zhang Xiucai's face.

His face turned cold, Zhang Xiucai was so frightened that he almost fell off the roof, and when he saw it, the person came and said in a vicious voice: "Old Wang! What are you doing!"

Wang Ju shoved the dagger into Zhang Xiucai's arms, and turned his eyes to the battlefield, "Will you go? Make two cuts."

Zhang Xiucai casually pinned the knife to his trouser belt, crawled to the side of the ladder, stepped on the ladder and said, "Go for the food and drink? Don't be foolish, it's the right thing to go and see the children first."

He paused, and said in a daze, "Wang Ju, tell me, who is Xiaojing, and how does he look like..."

Wang Ju teased: "What does it look like? Like the Tai Sui God?" The old man whistled unprincipledly and knelt down on the edge of the eaves to look down, "You don't care who he is, where he came from, and whether he will cause trouble in the future, just listen to it Destiny, since I chose Xiaojing, I should trust him and respect him."

He has known Zhang Xiucai for many years, and he knows that he is timid in handling affairs. Today, seeing Xiaojing like a god of death on the battlefield, he can't help but feel nervous. No need, the kid understands the truth, how can his two old stubbornes hold him back?

"He chopped down Di Rong's animals. What are you afraid of? Di Rong's animals devoured human flesh, humiliated my people, destroyed my mountains and rivers, and deserved to die. Well done! I only hate my old age and frailty, otherwise Also cut off a few heads with Xiaojing to make wine bottles!"

Hearing these words, Zhang Xiucai's face became flustered, annoyed by his timidity and suspicion, he sneered to cover up: "Old guy, don't brag, if you encountered this kind of thing 20 years ago, you should have gone to tell me sooner." Dijon handed over the shoes."

The red-eyed Luo Jinnian didn't know that the image of a knight-errant in the rivers and lakes he had painstakingly managed for many days had turned into a figure of clay, smashed to pieces on the ground.

The stinky blood stained his eyes, and there was a rustling sound when the knife was lifted and dropped, and the head rolled to the ground.

I should be afraid, he thought, there must be something wrong, he always felt that he shouldn't cut people like melons, and he shouldn't writhe in blood.There are gorgeous lanterns in his belongings, which are fragrant and fragrant, and he should never fight on the battlefield.

But the torrent surging in his chest pushed him forward, sometimes sore and sometimes astringent, even if he couldn't remember it, even if he forcibly forgotten it, the unforgettable grief would still have an aftertaste.They grow roots and stick to the heart, and with every beat, desperate blood flows through the whole body.

Kill all Di Rong people!Thoughts roll like a giant wheel, emptying the rest of your mind.

Another plume of blood exploded, lowered his waist, swung the knife, and separated his body and head.In the muddy days, the gravel of time is poured into the silver pump, and one grain at a time is pulled out tens of millions of loads thick.Liu Yangshou fell from the air, falling very slowly, Luo Jinnian looked at the turbid dead eyes, the two acupoints of Taiyang and Taiyin felt long-lasting pain from acupuncture, and his ears buzzed endlessly.

Luo Jinnian's legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground. The world was spinning in a trance, the sun changed and the stars moved, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly. He returned to the old battlefield.Looking back, the arrows fell like a rain of stars, and they came straight towards him with their tail flames. At the very moment, a tall figure suddenly stood in front of him, shielding him from the wind, frost, snow and rain.

With a scarlet cloak on his back, fluttering with the wind, Luo Jinnian took a breath, watching the rain of arrows piercing through the figure and the cloak, and the living people were tied into hedgehogs in front of his eyes.

He wanted to move, but his limbs were completely frozen, like rotten wood, and it was extremely difficult to lift his fingers.He wanted to shout, but his throat was blocked with a big stone, and his sobbing continued intermittently.

who is it?he thinks.

"Xiao Jing!"

Suddenly a cry of exclamation woke him up from the illusion, Luo Jinnian came back to his senses, his thoughts were drawn back to the battlefield, and while he was in a trance, a cold saber light slashed towards him.

A well-to-do man tried his best to pin the saber, and the veins on his neck and forehead burst out. He shouted with all his strength, "Xiao Jing! What are you doing in a daze! Do you want to die?"

"return!"

Song Ling woke up from the nightmare with a groan, and his underwear was drenched in cold sweat. Recently, his leg hurts badly, and the attack seems like a small bug burrowing into the bone seam, and he can't scratch it.In addition to the obstacles on the body, there are even more worries in the heart.

Light sleep every day, nightmare every night.

Lifting the mattress and going down to the ground, stepping on the ground with bare feet, it is not cold even if the ground dragon is burned in winter, looking up at the Western clock hanging on the wall, it is four o'clock.

Woke up and couldn't sleep anymore, and worried that the burning lamp would wake up Jiaozi, so he put on his unlined clothes and carefully closed the door and went out of the yard.

Holding the lamp, he walked aimlessly, and came to the ancestral hall without paying attention. The gate was ajar, and the hazy yellow light was exposed from the gap. Song Ling gently pushed the door of the ancestral hall open, and suddenly entered the Ming hall. The bright light made him unable to open his eyes. .

Pantothenic acid in the fundus, it took a while to get used to it.

Nine thousand nine hundred candles are lit day and night in the ancestral hall. It is said that they can illuminate the way forward in the dark and illuminate the way back for wanderers.

Under the coffin was placed a small case, on which was placed a bowl of cold longevity noodles in addition to the incense burner yellow paper basin.

Before Song Ling knelt down to sit at the desk, he picked up the silver chopsticks and ate lumps of noodles one by one. The taste was sticky and unpalatable.

After he finished eating, he stared at the noodle soup in a daze, his bluish-white face was faintly reflected on the soup surface.

"It's so ugly," he muttered to himself, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and he forced a smile, "every year, every year, everything is perfect."

"One year one gift, one inch one joy①."

① Quoted from "Siku Quanshu"

Returned, waiting for an illegitimate child