"The bloody evil has subsided."
King Wei found it a bit incredible that she actually did this.
It's a pity that she didn't keep her previous promise.
The old man weaving straw sandals glanced at King Wei and observed his expression.
Seeing him like this, King Wei said: "You can rest assured, I don't dare to do anything to her. She is now the second leader of the North and South Martial Alliance. I, the little King of Wei, can't control her."
Ouyang Feng nodded slightly and said nothing.
The King of Wei said, "I heard that the knife sharpener under King Jin's account died. What was his name? Oh, his name was Cheng Li."
At this point, the old man who was knitting shoes suddenly paused.
Ouyang Feng froze on the spot and turned to look at King Wei.
"what is it call?"
"Cheng Li." King Wei said: "He is called Cheng, which means profit."
Ouyang Feng was sure of what he heard. He raised his head and looked at the sky above his head.
"Ruyi killed him?"
"Yeah." King Wei said, "One shot pierced the heart."
Ouyang Feng closed his eyes, and the long-buried hatred in his heart disappeared at this moment.
Prince Wei smiled and said, "A great revenge has been avenged. How do you feel about it?"
Ouyang Feng came to his senses and said, "Thanks to Ruyi."
"Shouldn't you sigh that the sky has eyes?"
"Heaven?"
Ouyang Feng shook his head and said: "It depends on people. That girl helped me take revenge. I will remember this kindness. It has nothing to do with heaven."
"It's a big mistake not to believe in destiny."
"Jianghu people never believe in fate."
"You're not anymore."
Ouyang Feng paused and said, "But I don't believe it either."
Prince Wei smiled, looked at him and said, "Help me do something."
"Why?"
"How about you repay what the girl owes me on his behalf? You don't have many years to live anyway."
Prince Wei paused for a moment and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you deal with that girl."
Ouyang Feng thought for a long time, but couldn't make a decision.
Prince Wei sighed softly and said: "No one is in the alley anymore, there is no need for you to stay here."
Ouyang Feng lowered his head and said, "Let me think about it again."
"Um."
Prince Wei agreed and said, "Don't make me wait too long."
After that, he left.
He had only taken two steps out when he suddenly heard a voice.
"Hello."
Prince Wei looked back.
But the old man holding the hemp rope asked: "I don't have any weapons, please help me find them."
Prince Wei was slightly startled.
After a moment of daze, he laughed again.
"good."
Since then, this old man who has stayed in Qingshan City for a long time has entered the world again.
In these troubled times, we have entered a different world.
The old man did not move to the palace. He still lived in the small courtyard in Chuanfeng Alley.
For him, there are many thoughts here that he can't let go of.
They have all left. If he leaves again, the alley will be really deserted.
He didn't want that.
…
The years are passing by so fast. In the blink of an eye, the flowers are passing by, the fallen leaves are flying, and the winter solstice is approaching.
And this world has a new trend.
The Northern and Southern Martial Arts League raised the banner and held up a world for the people in the world.
The Evil Blood Path was renamed the South and North Towers.
Here, a city of warriors was built.
For a time, there was a response from all directions, and countless people from the world came to seek refuge.
Tired of the fighting and disputes in this world, the warriors found a piece of pure land to provide them with peace and tranquility.
Sometimes Ruyi also feels in a trance.
It seems that she is still a little girl, but inexplicably, she has become the second leader of the Northern and Southern Martial Arts Alliance.
Lihua gave her a hunch and asked, "Ruyi, Lihua is sleepy."
Ruyi came back to his senses and said, "Then go back and sleep."
Lihua paused for a moment, then said, "I want to eat roast chicken."
"You are sleepy, not hungry."
"I'm sleepy and hungry," Li Hua said.
Ruyi snorted, but he was also a little greedy.
"You wait."
I found a chicken from somewhere, set up a fire in the yard, and roasted it.
It was roasting very quickly, and Lihua couldn't help but get greedy as she looked at the chicken on the rack dripping with oil and water.
"It'll be fine soon."
"Not okay yet?"
"Soon……"
After waiting for a long time, it was finally ready to eat.
Ruyi tore off a piece and handed it to Cihua.
After tasting it, Cihua nodded repeatedly and was speechless.
Ruyi smiled and started eating himself.
But as she ate, Cihua felt something was different. Looking at the roast chicken, she always felt a little strange.
Ruyi asked: "What's wrong?"
Lihuaba smacked his lips and said, "It's delicious, it's just..."
"What the hell?"
"It just feels like it's not as delicious as when Ruyi baked it before."
Ruyi was stunned and asked: "Before?"
Lihua said: "Yes, it was a long time ago. At that time, Ruyi had no money. We helped others harvest rice for a day. They were kind-hearted, so they gave us half a chicken. We plucked the feathers by the river and then Roast over the fire until it's all black, then you scrape off all the black bits, and finally leave the legs for the civets to eat..."
Speaking of these, Ruyi was stunned for a long time.
Inexplicably, I felt that the roast chicken in my hand was tasteless.
She smacked her lips, her mood a little complicated.
Just thinking about it.
Suddenly a gust of cold wind made her shiver.
Snowflakes live on Ruyi's eyebrows.
Lihua was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed: "It's snowing! It's snowing! Look, Ruyi!"
Ruyi looked at the snow flying in the sky, stretched out his hand to catch a piece, but it soon melted away in his palm.
Because of the sudden arrival of snow, Mao'er's words stopped here and he couldn't explain why. But in fact, Ruyi already understood what Mao'er meant.
A smile appeared on Ruyi's face and she said, "Tiaohua."
Mao'er raised his head and looked at Ruyi.
"Let's go out and play." Ruyi said.
Lihua was stunned and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I do not know."
"have no idea?"
"Um."
It snowed heavily that night, covering the north and south buildings with a layer of white.
Then Ping An woke up early in the morning.
He saw the charcoal fire in the courtyard that had long been extinguished.
"Sister, it's true."
Ping An sighed and went to wake up Sister as usual.
But when he got to the door, he didn't notice anyone inside.
He was stunned, and there was no answer when he knocked on the door.
After entering the door, I saw that the room was empty and there was a piece of rice paper on the table.
There were several large characters written crookedly on it.
[My sister went to play]
The word "play" was even written incorrectly. It was crossed out and a new one was written on the side.
Ping An looked at this word and determined that it was left by her sister.
No one except Ajie could be so careless.
Ping An smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at the falling snow outside the window, feeling inexplicably relieved.
"My sister is still chic."
