The girl named "Xiaojun" threw herself into Huang Ding's arms and cried loudly and sadly: "Dad, you have to make the decision for the child! He just...just bullied the child!"
Without waiting for Huang Ding to ask questions, Qiu Jin took the initiative to briefly explain what happened after he entered the village.
Ling Zhen also added a few details to review the whole story.
After hearing this, Huang Ding, the owner of the village, was furious. He paused his crutch on the ground, made a "clang" sound, and shouted sternly: "Xiaojun, it was obviously you who was at fault first. How can you still have the nerve to complain to a villain first?"
The girl in yellow felt even more aggrieved when she saw that her father was not facing her.
Tears poured out like floods from a broken embankment, crying endlessly.
"Okay, okay, Brother Huang, it's normal for a child to have a temper. Don't get angry over her."
Qiu Jin narrowed his eyes and acted as a peacemaker.
At this time, Ye Yiran slowly walked out of the cage holding the young white fox.
Huang Ding saw this green-eyed woman with white robe and red hair and said, "Brother Qiu, this is... my younger brother and sister!"
Ye Yiran's pretty face immediately turned red, and he quickly denied: "No, no, I'm not..."
Qiu Jin laughed loudly and interrupted Princess Ye from the Western Region. "My wife is timid and easily shy. Brother Huang, please don't embarrass her."
Ye Yiran's face became redder and redder, and he was so angry that he wished he could give the evil man named Qiu a hard kick.
Qiu Jin continued to say cheerfully, "Brother Huang, where did you get your windfall from? How could you build such a large villa? It's so majestic! Little brother, I never dreamed that this would be your territory."
The red-faced giant Huang Ding laughed and said straightforwardly: "There is an artificial hot spring in my village. Now that the weather is cold, how about we soak in the hot spring and drink and chat at the same time?"
Qiu Jin clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay, great!"
Suddenly he remembered that he wanted to introduce his new friend Ling Zhen, so he smiled at Zhuang Zhuang and said: "By the way, Brother Huang, this one, whose surname is Ling Zhen, has the demeanor of an immortal! He is a contemporary swordsman wizard, even my brother You have to raise your head to look at him."
Ling Zhen, a young man in green robes, cupped his fists and saluted, bowed down, and said to the tall and tall Huang Ding with great humility: "Ling Zhen has met Master Huang Ding. Thanks to Brother Qiu for your love, I still know myself, and I definitely don't have that level." His extraordinary talent makes him even more unworthy of being called a 'swordsman prodigy'!"
Qiu Jin patted Ling Zhen on the shoulder and said with a chuckle: "If you, brother Ling, are not a great talent in swordsmanship, then no one in the world can be called a genius."
Zhuang Zhuang had a bright and healthy smile, a broad chest, and a mellow voice, "Since you are my brother Qiu's friend, you should also be my Huang Ding's friend. Come on, let's come to the hot springs together and have a drink!"
At Brother Qiu's request, Huang Ding ordered the more than a hundred servants in the villa to serve Ye Yiran comfortably and never let her run around.
After all the matters were explained, Huang Ding, leaning on two iron crutches, met his old friend Qiu Jin and the Qingpao guest Ling Zhen whom he met through Qiu Jin's introduction.
The three of them went to the "artificial hot spring" in the village together.
The hot spring is built in the back mountain area and is covered in an open-air wooden shed. The area is not large and can only accommodate up to four or five people bathing together.
The water vapor is thick.
Huang, Qiu, and Ling Zhen were half of the three men immersed in this warm pool. Their arms were resting on the edge of the pool, and there were several jars of fragrant craft wine at their hands.
Qiu Jin happily picked up a wine jar and drank heavily. After drinking, he praised loudly: "This wine is as refreshing as white water when it enters the throat. When it is in the stomach, it is like a knife. It tastes so comfortable!"
Huang Ding said quite proudly: "I brewed this wine myself. It took me several years to brew less than a hundred jars. I named it 'Sirius'."
"Sirius wine...what a good name!"
Qiu Jin held the wine jar and said, "Come on, Brother Huang, I respect you!"
Ling Zhenwu was immersed in the aroma of this wine, silently reciting the poem he made up in his heart, "Raise your head and look northwest, draw your sword and kill the Sirius..."
While drinking and chatting, Huang Ding sighed after learning that Qiu Jin had been living in seclusion in the countryside of Jiangnan Road for the past ten years: "Oh, back then I heard that you failed to create heaven and were buried together with three thousand monks. When I reached the top of the Kunlun Mountains, I felt so uncomfortable. I drank bitter wine for several months. You know, I am a barbarian from the northern grasslands. In the Central Plains, I don’t even have half a heart-to-heart friend. After you die, there will be no one. You drank with me... I'm so happy to see you alive today, brother! Come on, keep drinking!"
"I'm so happy to see Brother Huang again today, drink!"
Qiu Jin raised the altar and drank.
Ling Zhen also raised the wine jar.
After drinking like this for a while, Huang Ding suddenly asked his old friend: "Brother Qiu, why did you go out to the mountain this time? Are you going to open the sky again?"
Qiu Jin nodded and said seriously: "'Opening the Sky' is certainly important, but brother, I have two more important things to do."
The yellow-haired man Qiu Jin slowly turned around and faced Huang Ding from his back.
I saw a golden circle tattooed on his back.
Inside the circle, there is a strange bird pattern with leaves as wings.
At the location of the spine, a horrific scar running from top to bottom is clearly visible.
"What's this?!"
Huang Ding asked with a solemn expression.
"Those are the two things I'm going to do."
Qiu Jin half-squinted his eyes and said, "Ten years ago, a thief took advantage of my unpreparedness and inserted a sharp blade into my spine, causing me to fail to open the sky and causing three thousand innocent monks to die in vain. The scar on my back was left when I cut open the bones to take out the sword a few days ago."
That time "taking the sword" was performed by Weng Zhongwen in the bamboo hut.
Ling Zhen was on the spot.
Even now when he recalls that scene, the young man Ling Zhen still has to sigh from the bottom of his heart.
Only gods can bear this severe pain and remain calm.
"Is there such a thing?!"
Huang Ding stared and asked in shock, "Do you know who harmed you?"
Qiu Jin's eyes were filled with fiery anger, and he spat out four words from between his teeth: "King of Han, Zai Yang."
Huang Ding was surprised and was speechless for a moment.
Just because the name of the powerful minister Zai Yang was so loud and deafening, like the sound of thunder.
Whether it is a knight cutting off people's heads in the arena, or an official receiving a salary in the imperial court.
When they heard the name of the King of Han, everyone was trembling, emotionally excited, and more than a third of the time frightened by it.
The only vassal king with a different surname in the dynasty.
Sitting in Kaiyang City in Gunzhou, he has a strong army and powerful troops.
The killing power of the sword is so great that even the emperor of the current dynasty is extremely afraid of it and has trouble sleeping and eating!
Heaven, if it refers to His Majesty the Emperor.
Then Zaiyang is an "invincible" existence.
There are even rumors in the market that he would rather anger the "Sword Lord" Baichuan, the lord of Xiaoyao City in the East China Sea who is the best in swordsmanship and has unparalleled fists.
We must not offend Zaiyang, the "King of Han" who holds military power and is invincible in the world!
"That evil thief Zaiyang was defeated by me in the past. However, after that defeat, he was lucky enough not to die. Afterwards, in order to take revenge, he secretly and deliberately plotted against me... He was stabbed on the top of Kunlun Mountain that day. Mine, as expected, are Zaiyang’s men!”
Qiu Jin gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "This is such a heinous dog-traitor, a scourge that will last forever. I have to kill him with my own hands!"
"It deserves to be killed!"
Huang Ding also glared and said indignantly, "If my legs were not disabled and I still had the strength to fight, I would definitely accompany you to avenge yourself, alas..."
"Brother Huang's friendship is not to be taken lightly. Brother, I appreciate it."
Qiu Jin said seriously, "After I kill Yang with my own sword, there is a second thing to do, which is related to the tattoo on my back."
"This bird, named 'Garuda Leaf-winged Bird', represents the hero's fearlessness and freedom. It was the sacred beast of the Western Tianluo Kingdom in the former dynasty."
Qiu Jin took a big gulp of Tianlang wine and said, "My father, whose surname is Qiu Mingyu, was the general who protected the country in the former dynasty of Tianluo Kingdom. Twenty-four years ago, Ye Shenji sought power and usurped the throne, killing the king of the former dynasty of Tianluo Kingdom. , my father vowed not to surrender, and eventually died gloriously for his country..."
Ling Zhen's pupils trembled when he heard this.
Suddenly I understood something.
Why did Qiu Jin previously tell Ye Yiran that he had a blood feud with Ye Shenji, the king of Luo Kingdom that day?
Why Qiu Jin obviously grew up in the Central Plains, but he had the appearance of a foreigner from the Western Regions.
Many things have been explained.
The cause of everything is here.
