The old Gong who died for the world is back

Xiao Youci stopped again, and said, "Where are your parents?"

The child lowered his head and thought for a while, then showed a crying smile: "Dead, dead... my brother is also... dead!"

Xiao Youci looked around for a week, and understood the situation of this child. This place must be near Xianyang Mountain. Xianyang Mountain is located in the northern part of Jin State, bordering Huqiang. The Huchi River separates the borders of the two countries. Xiao Youci should It just fell by the Huchi River.

The state of Jin and Huqiang are feuds. They fought endlessly 200 years ago, and the small border village suffered the most. The clothes on this child look like the clothes of the state of Jin. It must have been plundered by the Huqiang. , only he survived.

He was in a daze, he must have encountered a catastrophe and was frightened stupid for a while.

Xiao Youci didn't know what he was thinking, he wanted to find a mature, genius who could stand alone as his apprentice, so as to relieve him of the responsibility of personally taking action at the Qingjun Conference.

But looking at this child, he heard himself say: "I am Xiao Youci, the head of Linxian Sect. Since you have no father and no mother, would you like to come with me? I can take you as a disciple."

Yan Tong was still too young to understand what Xiao Youci said. He bit his finger and said blankly: "Go with brother..."

Xiao Youci frowned: "You should be called Master... Forget it, where is your home?"

Yan Tong pointed to the north: "North."

Xiao Youci supported the slippery muddy floor under him, and slowly stood up.

The layers of gauze crane cloaks on his body have long been soaked in the river water and soaked in the mud, and now they have turned from white to black, and his hair is also in strands, draped wetly on his back, sticky It was heavy and uncomfortable.

This was probably the most embarrassing time in Xiao Youci's life, but he lowered his head and smiled. When the senior brother was trapped in Lingchuan, he wondered if he was also in such a embarrassment.

His body has not fully recovered, there is no aura in his meridians, his limbs are sore and limp, he is not as good as that ordinary person.

Xiao Youci staggered and took two steps into the river. The river water submerged his knees. He stepped on the ground, and his ankle sank into the deep mud on the river bank. His whole body was crooked.

Yan Tong on the shore yelled: "Water...water...brother..."

Xiao Youci was stunned for a moment, looked back at the anxious expression on the child's face, and suddenly smiled: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

He doesn't smile very often, he is good-looking, but he is as cold as snow on a frosty moon, even the depths of his pupils have no warmth, but this smile is like spring flowers blooming.

Yan Tong on the shore was stunned.

Xiao Youci didn't want to throw himself into the lake, he just felt that his body was too dirty and wanted to wash it off.

This place is not easy to stand on, the gravel at the bottom of the river is full of mud, it is not easy to bear force, and it is also very slippery. In his current state, if he accidentally slips into the water, he doesn't need to accept any apprentices and participate in any youth conference up.

Simply drown.

This way of dying was too embarrassing, Xiao Youci pulled out his foot that was stuck in the mud, and was a little more careful. He bent down and washed his hands, took another handful of water, washed his face, and then slowly soaked his sleeves in the water, Scrub off the silt on top.

After washing his clothes, he walked out of the river, stood by the river, wrung out his sleeves, and stretched out his hand to Yan Tong: "Let's go, I'll take you home to have a look."

Entering the Immortal Gate means cutting off the ties with the world. From now on, there will be disturbances in the world, and it will have nothing to do with him.

Yan Tong didn't understand, so he stretched out his hand and held Xiao Youci's finger.

His hands were very cold, Yan Tong was frozen for a while, then held his hands in a daze, and breathed on his fingers.

Xiao Youci stood in the river for a full two quarters of an hour in order to wash his clothes. His hands were already frozen through, and his white fingertips were slightly red, but he himself didn't feel anything.

It's numb.

What can this child change with one breath?Xiao Youci didn't even feel the warmth, but his fingertips were slightly itchy.

But he still glanced at Yan Tong, paused, and pushed the last meager spiritual energy of the meridian into the hand held by Yan Tong, the palm warmed up again, but Xiao Youci was so tired that he even breathed heavily.

His face was still calm, he adjusted his breath, and said, "Let's go."

Then he pulled the child out of the wetland by the river with one foot deep and the other shallow.

The heartbroken smoke tree was still hanging on his waist, but he didn't have the spiritual power to fly with the sword. He took Yan Tong and walked until dark before finding Yan Tong's home.

The village has been lost by the Huqiang people, the walls are ruined, the air is filled with the smell of burning, and the corpses of old people with panic expressions are lying on the side of the road.

Young people, women, and children were all taken away. Young people could be taken as prisoners of war, exiled into the army, and placed in the vanguard during battles to be sent to death.

Women can stay and work as military prostitutes to relieve the desire/desire of those military men.

A child can be sold to a toothmaid, if not, the skin is tender and the meat is tender, and it can also be taken back to be a human sheep.

Only the old man is useless and cumbersome, so it is more appropriate to kill him on the spot.

The corpses were exposed in the wilderness, and no one buried them.

The village was slaughtered. After a while, wild wolves would come and eat their bones.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Xiao Youci grew up in Linxianmen, but for some reason, he knew these things very well in his heart. He hated war, but he hated greedy mortals even more. go.

The life of a mayfly is shorter, more ignorant, and more ignorant of cherishing it.

Yan Tong's family lived on the outskirts of the village. His parents were not captured, but were directly hacked to death at the gate. There was a burnt-out ox cart beside them. Knowing the news of Hu Qiang's attack in advance, he prepared to escape.

But for some reason, the car was burned and they died.

Yan Tong stood by the door, pulled Xiao Youci's lapel, and whispered: "Brother...brother...inside..."

Xiao Youci was a little surprised, his brother was still inside, is he still alive?

Yan Tong looked anxious, he insisted on pulling Xiao Youci to go in, Xiao Youci followed him in, they came to the eaves, where there was a vegetable urn.

Seeing that urn, Xiao Youci suddenly felt a headache and nausea. He felt extremely uncomfortable, and he didn't want to get close to that vegetable urn at all.

Yan Tong was very anxious, and turned towards the vegetable pot: "Brother...brother..."

There was a "buzz" in Xiao Youci's mind, what is this child talking about?He said brother to the vegetable urn?His brother is in there? !

The vegetable urn is used by farmers to pickle pickles. It is covered with wooden boards, and stones are placed on the wooden boards, which are tightly pressed. Yan Tong's height can barely touch the edge of the wooden boards covering the urn.

Xiao Youci didn't move, so he tiptoed to move the wooden board, but the wooden board was still pressed with stones, how could he move it.

After working hard for a long time, there was no progress. Yan Tong was so anxious that he was about to cry, and then looked back at Xiao Youci: "Brother...help...help..."

Xiao Youci's heart sank all the way, he took two steps forward, touched the wooden board with his hand, and for some reason, a picture appeared in front of him.

A four or five-year-old child was holding a crying baby. He stepped on a bench and put the child into a vegetable urn with difficulty. Then, with clumsy hands, he covered the lid of the vegetable urn. Behind him, outside the closed door, Huqiang's cavalry passed by.

The younger brother is too young, he can cry and be noisy, if Hu Qiang finds out, he will kill him immediately.

The child put the baby in the vegetable urn, covered the wooden board, turned around and ran to the door, he wanted to see when his parents would come back, but he didn't know, when he covered the wooden board, the stone on the window sill was suddenly shaken It fell down and hit the wooden board of the vegetable urn.

The vegetable urn was sealed tightly, and the crying of the baby inside was loud and small——

After the heart-piercing, there was a dead silence.

He was only half a month old, and he was placed in such a closed environment...

Later, the parents of the two brothers came back. They searched the house but could not find their younger son, so they arrested the older son and questioned them in the courtyard. Beside, by the time she lifted the board, it was already too late...

She raised her hand high and slapped her eldest son hard on the face.

Xiao Youci heard her yelling hysterically: "You bastard!! He is your brother, your own brother!! Why don't you let him go?"

The father was terrified, and he put his arms around his wife. It looked like he didn't want her to talk anymore.

But the mother who lost her child also lost her mind, and her sharp curses kept ringing in Xiao Youci's ears: "Why don't you die?! Why didn't you die! You are not human at all, not me child! You are an evil spirit...you are an evil spirit who has come to kill you!"

"Quickly die!! No one wants you to live, you hurry up and die! If you die, my child can come back."

The child was only four or five years old, and he didn't understand what happened. He stretched out his hand blankly, wanting to be hugged by his mother.

"Snapped!"

Another slap hit his face hard.

Later, the quarrel in the yard attracted the attention of the Huqiang people. The parents were beheaded at the gate of the small courtyard, and the blood splashed on the child's face.

"elder brother……"

The timid child's voice sounded, and Xiao Youci suddenly came back to his senses. Seeing Yan Tong's anxious face, he bit his finger nervously, his eyes full of fear.

Xiao Youci suddenly felt heartache, it was obviously nothing to do with him, but he felt like he had experienced it himself, the slap his mother slapped on his face was hot and painful.

He suddenly leaned over and hugged Yan Tong, saying: "Let's go."

He didn't lift the wooden board on the vegetable urn.

It is not known whether there is really another child's body inside.

He took Yan Tong away, went to other people's homes in the village to find flint, and set fire to the small courtyard.

When he left, the fire was still burning. Maybe it won't be long before the village will be burned to ashes.

He took Yan Tong's hand and said in a low voice: "From today on, you are my direct disciple... You still have two senior brothers, and you will see them soon."