Hou Liu called seven or eight people and rushed down the mountain with Zhang Ling. The scene behind him was chaotic. They formed a ball and simply carved it on their hands with a knife. The rest of the words were written on their clothes. They all had a strong smell of calligraphy and ink. They kept repeating the pronunciation of those words in their mouths. Some people felt that the other party had said it wrong. , just made a random argument.
"You see, there are three points of water in this sand character, so it must be related to water. Where does the water come from in the desert? It must be this sand character with stones."
After listening to the random explanations, the others all nodded with understanding and approval. The person who said this also raised his head proudly, while Zhang Ling, who was walking in front with Hou Liu, kept sighing and shaking his head.
Hou Liu saw the pain on Zhang Ling's face and joked that he should work harder, but he must hold on!
Walking onto an official road with a sigh, a dozen carriages appeared in the eyes of a group of bandits. They immediately stopped fighting and rushed forward after passing the two people. However, when everyone walked up to the group of people, they were still eager to try. He shouted "robbery" and immediately fell silent.
Zhang Ling and Hou Liu also hurriedly caught up, bypassing the crowd. It was the young man and woman who were still sitting high on the horse. Together with a group of followers, they all looked at the bandits with joking smiles. The middle-aged man looked expressionless. He was standing on a horse with a knife in his arms, and there was a corpse lying on the ground. It was Wu Heizi who wanted to do something alone. All the brothers in Qingfeng Village looked down at him in silence. Someone just wanted to collect his body. The middle-aged man The man struck out with his sword and cut off another head.
All the bandits in Qingfeng Village were intimidated and retreated to the roadside. Only Hou Liu stood upright and wanted to stand up for his brothers.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and said: "If you are not afraid of death, you can try moving one."
Hou Liuzhan looked forward and backward, naturally knowing that he was no match for this man, and if he took action, the other brothers would be implicated. When the time comes, the village will be leaderless, and it will definitely be eaten by other villagers in Mangniu Mountain. Hou Liu gritted his teeth and said: "You guys Who is it?"
The middle-aged man did not answer. Lu Cheng, who was riding a horse, had a face full of glory and said with a sarcastic smile: "Do bandits ask people's names when they are robbing them now? Do you want to take the pot with them? I'm not afraid to tell you that this is the Lu Mansion in the capital." My son, Lu Cheng, is my father. If you dare to rob one today, you don’t have to wait until later. The person next to me can hunt down your entire village and kill every one of you. "
Hou Liu was shocked. He knew that it was impossible to provoke the person in front of him again, so he could only step aside wisely. Zhang Ling thought about it in his heart and was sure that the Lu family in front of him was one of the names on the list given by Song Yutian. , he looked at the two corpses on the ground, and then looked at the man on horseback with his eyes closed. His strength was at least the second level. If Song Linjie was there, he could restrain him. Furthermore, there were no other masters in the carriage team. He I am absolutely sure to kill this Lu Cheng.
But this is a bad idea, it will do a lot of harm but not a single benefit. On the contrary, it will cost the lives of everyone in Qingfeng Village. This trip to the capital is also unfavorable.
Lu Cheng shook his head and said, "Oh, it's really boring. No one dares to take action."
The middle-aged man shouted: "Let's go."
All the cars and horses of the Lu family started to move. The woman sitting in front of Lu Cheng was still walking in front. All the people in Qingfeng Village showed hatred on their faces, but they dared not speak out. Only Zhang Ling looked at everything expressionlessly. When Lu Cheng passed by him, the two looked at each other at the same time. Lu Cheng showed a contemptuous smile, and Zhang Ling also smiled, but with restrained murderous intent.
After the Lu family's carriage left, everyone dared to step forward and carry his brother's body. Zhang Ling looked back and saw that Song Linjie happened to be there, also holding a knife at his side. The two of them made eye contact. Did Song Linjie seem to be saying to do something? But Zhang Ling just shook his head.
Then Zhang Ling took the initiative to take Wu Heizi's body, carried it on his back, and walked up the mountain. The others also picked up the body of the other brother and followed.
There was joy and laughter when going down the mountain, and silence when going up the mountain.
Back at the village, Zhang Ling dug a hole alone again. The last time he was burying Taxue, this time he was burying someone. Zhang Ling sat in front of the grave, drank wax wine, and uttered two words: "It tastes bad."
Is it true that only those who are heartless and righteous will not feel heartache?
I just promised this man to teach him martial arts, promised to walk in the snow, and travel together in the world, but thinking of these, my already cold temperament remained unmoved.
Xu Ying and Song Linjie stood behind him without saying a word. Hou Liu came over with a bundle of paper money. Zhang Ling took the paper money and lit it with a fire stick, and burned it bit by bit in front of Wu Heizi's grave. After burning out, he threw a few more. Zhang Ling didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and the grave-sweeping was just a sign of emotional sustenance. He didn't feel that he and Wu Heizi had a deep friendship, but only a slight debt.
Zhang Ling said calmly: "I remember that the other person who died was named He Cha. Has his body been buried?"
Hou Liu looked down at Zhang Ling and said, "It has been handed over to his relatives. Wu Heizi has no relatives in the mountain, so I am the only one to take a look."
Zhang Ling stared at the burning paper money and said coldly: "It's good. At least no one will feel sad because of him after he leaves."
Zhang Ling suddenly said to himself again: "I once remembered that it was said in the book that there are two kinds of happiness, one is having no one to rely on, and the other is having no support in the heart. But in this world, how many people can be happy?"
Looking up at the sky, it was already noon. The four of them returned to the village. They were all silent along the way. Only Xu Ying looked at Song Linjie from time to time. She didn't look like a fool at all? She tentatively greeted Er Sha brother, but Song Linjie ignored her at all, so she thought he was a fool.
When they returned to the village, all the brothers in the village gathered together for dinner. It was not as cheerful as when Zhang Ling first went up the mountain. You said something to me, shouting happily, but you didn't hear what the other party said at all, and now you don't say anything. He just immersed himself in eating his own food. He Cha's old mother and her son were holding back their sobs as they ate, but now they could hear the slightest sound clearly.
After eating, Zhang Ling and Hou Liu walked to the edge of a cliff together. The sky was very dark. It used to be lush green below, but now it was impossible to see clearly at all. The two sat on the ground, looking at the endless black night.
Zhang Ling suddenly asked: "Brother Hou, have you ever thought about avenging them?"
Hou Liu sighed and said: "If I were alone, I would risk my life to avenge my brothers, but there are still brothers in the village, and I can't harm them."
Zhang Ling said with emotion: "The head of a family has the concerns of the head of the family, and the king of a country needs to weigh the pros and cons of the whole country. If he can achieve perfection, no matter how virtuous the monarch is, there will be people he must be sorry for, so how many people want to be a charlatan?" , I want to be happy with my grudges, but there are always too many worries in reality."
Hou Liu sighed lightly: "It's me, the incompetent boss, who feels sorry for them."
The two were silent for a while, then Hou Liu stood up and walked back, leaving only Zhang Ling.
He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab something, and said with firm eyes: "Since you have concerns, then I will kill you myself."
