On the eaves.
Pan Ru turned around to avoid the bamboo pole that Hong Buding swept towards his legs. He tapped his toes, stepped on the bamboo pole, and nailed one end of the bamboo pole to the eaves. Taking advantage of the situation, he shook out the last drop of ink moistened with saliva on the penholder in his hand, flicked it out with a finger, and the ink flicked towards Zheng Yida, stabbing him in the heart.
Hong Buding couldn't pull the bamboo pole away, so he simply pushed the end of the bamboo pole towards the eaves, using the bamboo pole as a support all over his body, and flew towards Pan Ruxu, trying to pin him down on the eaves.
The ball of ink thrown out by Pan Ruxu hit the butcher knife in Zheng Yidao's hand, and the force penetrated the back of the knife.
Zheng Yidao took a few steps back and crushed a few broken tiles on the eaves. He looked at the precious butcher knife that had been with him for many years with distress. There was a visible shallow pit on the thick back of the knife.
Worried that if he received a few more drops of ink, this precious thing would break, Zheng Yidao's heart tightened. He held the knife in his backhand, hid the blade under his elbow, lunged, and rushed towards Pan Ruxi, "Xiucai, you Which master taught me this Kung Fu?"
Pan Ruxu turned the pen with one hand, blocking Hong Buding's legs from pressing on his head.
Hong Buding's legs were full of mud, and the stench was overwhelming. Pan Ru was hit by the road, and he was dizzy from the smoke. He ate it in a muffled voice. Hong Buding hit the top of the mountain with a Taishan press. The beam that had not been repaired for many years snapped under his feet, and a section of it sank into the house. , broken tiles rustled into the dark house without any light or shadow.
Pan Ruxu had just calmed down when a cold light passed before his eyes, and the knife in Zheng Yidao's sleeve slashed toward his neck.
Pan Ru waved his hand, and the ball of ink that flew out returned to his fingertips again, popped out with one finger, and flicked towards the center of Hong Buding's eyebrows.
Hong Buding took a few steps back and swept away the ink balls with the bamboo stick in his hand.
The bamboo pole was picked up casually by Hong Buding. He was begging for food in the south of the city on weekdays. Sometimes he would encounter naughty children and wild dogs that bite everyone he met, and he would just intimidate them with the bamboo pole in his hand.
The bamboo pole was broken into two pieces by the ink ball. Hong Buding turned over, held a bamboo pole in both hands and punched the ground, sweeping out two lines of shallow marks on the eaves. On the way, the complete tiles fell one by one into the courtyard, making a clanging sound.
Pan Ru was temporarily out of trouble and stretched out his right hand holding the pen. He has been holding the pen all year round, and his fingertips are strong.
Zheng Yidao's sword in his sleeve was good at surprise attacks and had no offensive power. It was easily clamped by Pan Ruxu's two fingers. Pan Ruru's voice was calm: "This is just a skill that a helpless scholar has learned through ten years of hard study. "
Zheng Yidao abandoned his sword and dug his palms into Pan Ru's heart.
Pan Ruxu swung the butcher knife aside and put his hand to protect his chest.
Zheng Yidao held his hand indifferently, took a few steps back, hooked the butcher knife back into his hand with his toes, grinned, jumped up from the eaves, and chopped open the body from top to bottom.
Zheng Yidao was just luring the enemy. Hong Buding, who was retreating to the side, had quietly turned behind Pan Ruxu. With a quick step, he jumped on Pan Ruxu's back and locked his limbs tightly. Two short bamboos on the left and right passed through Pan Ruxu's armpits and pulled him down. He clasped his hands behind his back.
When pigs are killed in the alley, their hands and feet are tied up like this, and then they are cut open.
Zheng Yidao's knife had been slashed from the top of his head. There was no blood on the knife, but there was a faint smell of blood, which ran clearly into Pan Ruxu's nose.
Old Man Gu, who had buried several corpses in the courtyard, picked up a hoe and dug another hole under the jujube tree. The land nourished by rotten branches and leaves for many years was dark and fertile. The old man praised the geomantic omen and repaired the hole according to Pan's figure. Just right.
Without money, I would occasionally play the piano on the wall in response to the lost music. I would reach out to press the strings that had not yet stopped, sooth the sound, and wait for the thin scholar whose name I still don’t know when I first met him to come from the eaves. Falling down, he landed in the hole dug by Old Man Gu.
Later, play a zither tune on his grave to soothe his soul who has nowhere to go.
Qu Xiefeng tilted his head and looked at the eaves, thinking about which piece of music would suit the occasion better.
A bright silver short spear cut through the moonlight, one shot drove away Zheng Yidao, and another short spear was seen stabbing Hong Buding between the eyebrows.
Next to the unknown thin scholar was a woman holding a gun in both hands. The woman's clothes were torn, her face was bloody, and her identity was unknown.
Suddenly, Lin Qiuwan separated from Zheng Yidao and Hong Boding. She smiled brightly at Pan Ruxu, without any breath, and her body went limp to one side. Pan Ruxu caught her. When she passed out, she still clutched the spear tightly in her hand.
Lin Qiuwan was bathing in a river of blood. She had many scars on her body, including an old wound on her arm that had not yet healed. Six sternum bones were broken, and two leg bones were also broken.
"Miss Lin." I don't know where she was tortured like this, but Pan Ruxu whispered in her ear, but there was no reply.
Zheng Yidao and Hong Buding have regrouped and are attacking again.
The wind playing the zither on the wall swayed his sleeves, his hands fell on the strings, and a solemn sound floated out from the strings. The branches of the jujube tree in the courtyard were cut off, and the green jujubes rolled to the ground.
Pan Rusu's sleeves were separated by several slits due to the sound of the piano, and he guarded Lin Qiuwan in his arms.
She reached out and was so seriously injured, but he didn't forget to come back to save her. He also had to protect her.
Lin Qiuwan was there and his body was inconvenient. Hong Buding hit Pan Ruxu on the back with two bamboo poles, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood, but he still didn't let go.
Seeing Zheng Yidao's butcher's knife slicing off a strand of Lin Qiuwan's hair, Pan Ruxu held her deeply in his arms, stretched out the pen in his hand and stepped forward to greet her.
With Zheng Yida's blow, the pen in Pan Ruxu's hand was completely shattered.
Before the sword stopped, Pan Ru straightened his shoulders. The knife penetrated three inches into his shoulder, and he broke into a cold sweat from the pain. Two bamboo poles hit Hong Bending behind him, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
Being attacked from all sides, Pan Ruxu sneered, reached out to dip his hand into the blood that had not fallen on the eaves, and flicked his finger towards Zheng Yida. While Zheng Yidao was dodging the blood beads, he passed by him and fled towards the direction of Shennong Medical Center.
As long as they escape to Shennong Medical Center, the people in Guinong Villa cannot use force there.
Pan Ru escaped a few feet, coughed a mouthful of blood, and popped out four drops of blood again, blocking the four people in the courtyard.
Zheng split the blood beads with his sword, and the blood beads turned into two drops. One drop fell at his feet, and the other fell on the jujubes on the jujube tree. Half of them were green and half were dark red.
Hong Buding flew away from the blood beads and complained: "Brother Zheng, did you let him live out of compassion because you thought he was your neighbor and it was difficult to attack him?"
Zheng Yidao cursed, feeling a little conflicted in his heart. He wanted to kill Pan Rusu, but also wanted him to survive. His expression did not change, "Fart, which one of your eyes saw me let out?"
Qu Xiefeng flattened the strings of the guqin and stood on the wall. He wrapped the guqin with a piece of silk and slung it over his shoulder. He looked at old man Gu who was eating dates in the courtyard and said, "Old Gu, look at their positions. They should be there." Shennong Medical Clinic, should we pursue it or not?"
Old Man Gu spit out a date stone and put it in the hole where Pan was supposed to be buried. He looked up at the eaves and said, "You two go after him. If the scholar really enters the Shennong Medical Center, send a message to Granny Luo and ask her to Decide.”
Hong Buding took out a piece of scallion pancake and ate it while running after it.
Zheng Yidao spat, tightened his grip on the butcher knife, and moved towards the eaves of another house.
In the ruined courtyard, only old man Gu and Qu Xiefeng were left.
Qu Xiefeng closed his sleeves with both hands, flew down to the top of the jujube tree, leaned down and picked a few crisp and sweet green jujubes, and started to nibble on them.
Old Man Gu filled up the deep pit in the courtyard, jumped on the back of the cow, and finished chewing the crispy dates in his hand. "You are late today because of the Five Ghosts in Southern Xinjiang."
Qu Xiefeng stretched out his hand to catch the moonlight in the courtyard, "It seems that you have accepted Mrs. Luo's letter."
Old Man Gu crushed the wooden handle of his hoe and placed a black iron spear in his hand. The spear was so dark that even the moonlight could not stop it. "How about I go with you? While I can still move my bones, I will do it for you." A piece of my mind.”
"Family feud, I still have to deal with it myself." Qu Xiefeng bowed, flicked his sleeves, and the person was gone.
Old Man Gu shook his head, patted the cow's back, and the cow slowly walked out of the broken yard.
He was not in a hurry to leave the city and go home. He walked all the way to the west of the city.
In the scattered and dilapidated courtyards in the west of the city, there are dogs barking, chickens crowing, and the sound of rustling work.
Old Man Gu stopped the cattle at the head of a low stone bridge and walked up the stone bridge.
In the center of the stone bridge, Bai Xiaosheng was dressed in brocade and fine clothes, holding two jars of wine and waiting for him.
"I'll never tire of seeing the night in Suzhou City." Bai Xiaosheng spoke first and threw a jar of wine at Old Man Gu.
Old Man Gu picked up the wine jar with a long spear, knocked off the mud seal of the wine jar, held it in his arms and took a sip.
The wine was drunk by poor families in Suzhou. The brewing process was crude, the color was turbid, and the aroma was light. Old Man Gu didn't dislike it, so he raised his head and took a sip.
Bai Xiaosheng scooped out a spoonful of turbid wine with a long-handled wine stem and took a sip of it. It was not as sweet and sour as the green plum wine, but it had a trace of the customs and customs that he could not forget. If you meet the old general on this bridge, years will fly by."
Old Man Gu chimed in: "Yes, time makes people grow old. When I was guarding Suzhou City, I could eat a roasted whole lamb in one meal. Now, if I eat a leg of lamb, I will feel bloated and uncomfortable, and I can't sleep well for several days."
Bai Xiaosheng smiled and cast his gaze on the river, which was tinged with sadness by the spreading moonlight. He took a sip of wine and said, "Being able to be taught the art of war by an old general at such an ignorant age, Sanlang will never forget it in his life."
Old Man Gu raised his head and finished pouring the wine jar in his hand, then threw it into the river, shattering the bright moonlight. "I'm going to Chang'an to take back everything that your Li family has lost. If you still need me to wear armor to kill the enemy, all I need is your order." Pai, I will rush from Suzhou to Chang'an to guard your Li family for several more decades."
Bai Xiaosheng threw away the wine stem, raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, followed the example of old man Gu and threw it into the river. The water splashed and stirred the calm center of the lake. "The students will definitely live up to your teachings."
Old Man Gu turned around and walked towards the scalper on the bridge. He raised his voice and said, "Next time you drink, remember to bring a few jars of Chang'an wine. I haven't been drunk in many years."
Bai Xiaosheng looked at Old Man Gu riding the bull away and said with a smile: "Next time, I invite you to get drunk in Chang'an City."
Old Man Gu rode his bull out a few streets, and a gray pigeon landed on the bull's horn. Old Man Gu reached out and took down the sealed letter at Brother Hui's feet. The letter contained a note from Luo Qing, the jade hand, asking him to go to Shennong Medical Center.
Old Man Gu crumpled the letter into a ball, threw it into the scalper's mouth, and said to himself to the scalper: "What I hate most in my life is the medical clinic. It seems I can't escape today."
After years of fighting and being wrapped in horse leather, the smell of medicine was the last thing he wanted to smell in his life. Among that smell was the fact that he had stayed on the battlefield and failed to return safely, unable to see his old friends in bloom.
Huang Niu couldn't speak, chewed the letter, and silently carried Old Man Gu to Shennong Medical Center.
