It feels good to add more for a while, and it feels good to keep adding more.
After Fang Yi added 50 luck points in a row, he stopped adding points.
After 50 luck points, Fang Yi's "Four Saints Classic" progress has reached 7%, because 10 luck points can increase the proficiency by 1%.
Fang Yi's realm of Confucianism and Taoism has reached the second level of knowledge (Dacheng).
The reason why I didn't choose to continue to add points was because of the same reason before. If you show your sharpness, you will definitely die miserably.
If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it. If you add some points now and become a bachelor, soon all the Confucian and Taoist disciples in the world will come to your door and become guinea pigs. That is not what Fang Yi wants.
After adding some points, the effect is also extremely significant.
Fang Yi could clearly feel that when he started studying the "Four Saints Classics" again, it became much smoother. It used to be a very troublesome thing to draw talents from the "Four Saints Classics", but it is different now.
When he read through the "Four Saints Classics", he could clearly feel that talents were constantly flowing out of the "Four Saints Classics", which he could easily absorb.
Until, Fang Yi was interrupted from reading by the noisy sound outside.
Fang Yi put down the "Four Saints Classic" and asked the maid next to him: "What happened outside??"
Chuntao and Qiu Ju both shook their heads and said they didn't know.
Xia He, on the other hand, had already gone out to check after hearing the noise just now.
She had just come back at this time, her face was extremely ugly, and she cursed bitterly: "Damn the Wang family!!"
Chuntao, Qiu Ju, and Fang Yi were all stunned. Xia He's behavior was very un-Xia He.
"What happened?" Fang Yi asked with a smile: "This is not like your usual style. You are usually indifferent and have a cold expression. Why did you change so much today?"
"Uncle, someone is beating drums in front of the Wang family to complain." Xia He said angrily: "There is a son of the Wang family who has defiled a girl from a peasant family."
Xia He recounted to Fang Yi what had just happened outside.
Fang Yi frowned tightly.
"Let's go take a look." Fang Yi did not hesitate, but took the three maids to the door to check the situation.
The atrium is still some distance from the front yard, but along the way, the Wang family's servants are rushing out of the door in a panic.
They looked in a hurry, and when they saw Fang Yi, they all stayed away and accelerated their progress.
.......
"You are unjust, my poor girl, she will die with her eyes open!!" As soon as she walked out of the door, the mournful howling spread all around.
At this time, in front of the Wang family's gate, a group of people had gathered on three levels inside and three outside. There were people from the Wang family and outsiders watching.
Until the steward of the Wang family walked out of the door, the servants of the Wang family took the initiative to make way for the steward to come to the middle.
The chief steward of the Wang family naturally saw Fang Yi, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes. He only stayed on Fang Yi for a moment, and then came to the crying old man.
Fang Yi followed behind and saw the old man's face clearly at this time.
The old man knew at a glance that he was a sharecropper. His face was weathered and wrinkled, and his gray hair was covered with dirt. At this time, he was holding a girl who was no more than a cardamom in his arms.
The girl's face was pale, there was a red envelope mark on her neck, her eyes were closed, and she was obviously dead.
Due to long-term malnutrition, the girl was petite in stature, but she was pure and unparalleled.
"My girl died so unjustly." The old man hugged the dead girl tightly in his arms, his whole body trembling and tears streaming down his face.
The housekeeper of the Wang family frowned and looked at everything in front of him, which seemed to be a bit routine, and there was no compassion on his face.
He waved his hand, and the Wang family's servants immediately took action to disperse the onlookers.
Not long after, only the Wang family servants were left, and they surrounded the place on three floors outside.
The palace steward spoke calmly at this time: "Old man, life cannot be resurrected, so I am sorry and accept the change."
The old man turned a deaf ear and just wailed: "The villain is unjust, the little girl died unjustly."
"Old man, we have one hundred taels of silver here. Go back and bury her alive, buy dozens of acres of farmland, build a big house, and enjoy the rest of your life." Steward Wang took out a silver note from his arms. , handed it to the old man.
The old man still turned a deaf ear and seemed a little crazy. He completely turned a blind eye to the banknote handed over by Butler Wang.
"Old man, if you have nothing else to do, please leave." Butler Wang didn't pay attention, but stuffed the banknote in his hand into the old man's arms.
Then, he turned around and left.
"I curse you!!" The old man suddenly raised his head and cried out: "I curse you, the Wang family, to a bad death, to hell, and to be beasts in your next life!"
"Let's go." Butler Wang did not stop, but said again: "As I said before, enjoy the rest of your life."
As soon as Butler Wang left, the servants also left one after another. Only the old man was left, wailing and cursing the Wang family and the members of the Wang family.
Fang Yi stood there, motionless, just looking at the dead young girl and the crying old man.
"Daughter, Daddy is incompetent. Daddy can't protect you." The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly began to brighten: "Daddy is going to find you right now. Daddy will stay with you."
As he spoke, the old man rushed towards the stone lion in front of the door and was about to hit him to death in front of the Wang family's gate.
This time, Fang Yi moved.
After resurrecting his life, he still couldn't watch the poor people die in front of him.
Fang Yi blocked the old man's head with his own body. The old man hit Fang Yi's body and was ejected, falling to the ground. However, he was not seriously injured.
Fang Yi walked towards the old man step by step, and then stretched out his hand.
The old man looked at those clean hands and suddenly froze, then raised his head and met Fang Yi's eyes.
The old man suddenly became angry: "You, members of the Wang family who deserve to be cut into pieces, do you have to humiliate us ordinary people to this extent??"
Fang Yi did not speak, but helped the old man up and said, "I am not from the Wang family."
The old man was startled, but then he heard Fang Yi continue to say: "My father once told me that although it is difficult to live, you have to live."
This time, the old man did not refuse, but continued to look at Fang Yi blankly.
Fang Yi patted the old man and wanted to say something, but at this moment, he felt that anything he said was too weak.
Fang Yi turned around and gave another instruction: "Go back and bury her well. Even though there is only one person left, you must live well. Only by living can you have the hope of revenge."
After saying this, Fang Yi stopped staying, turned around, and left step by step.
"Master!" The old man suddenly spoke and called Fang Yi.
Fang Yi turned around, and the old man was already kneeling on the ground: "Master, you are a good man. I want to know something. I wonder if you can tell me?"
"Please tell me." Fang Yi stepped forward and helped the old man up again.
"Is there anyone in the Wang family wearing a gold lock?" The old man's eyes were full of hope.
"Golden lock?" Fang Yi was slightly startled and began to think. These days, he had seen a lot of people from the Wang family, but he had no impression of those with gold locks.
It seems that no one is wearing a gold lock...
But after a moment, Fang Yi suddenly thought of something, and his eyes suddenly became cold and stern.
No, he remembered.
Someone was wearing a gold lock. If the old man hadn't asked about it just now, Fang Yi wouldn't have been able to remember it. But when the old man asked, he suddenly thought of it.
No one in the Wang family wears gold locks.
But there was only one person, wearing a golden lock, who impressed Fang Yi deeply.
Wang Zhiyang!
Fang Yi thought carefully again just now and confirmed that it was correct. Only Wang Zhiyang in the Wang family wore a gold lock.
Chuntao and the others looked at Fang Yi at this moment, and suddenly everyone seemed to understand something.
"Yes." Fang Yi nodded.
The old man nodded when he heard this, his eyes full of hatred.
"The little girl came back half a month ago and told me that a young man from the Wang family fell in love with her and said he wanted to marry her as his concubine." The old man seemed to be telling Fang Yi, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "Little girl, don't I liked that young master, so I politely declined the offer."
"The young master pursued her so hard that he almost took the little girl back by force. Fortunately, he met the city lord's patrol team and was able to escape."
"Who knows that the young master's family is so powerful that he found out where the little old man lives in just a few days."
"The little old man knew that the Wang family was out of reach and could not be offended, so he took his little daughter and hid in Tibet."
The old man's eyes were red at this time: "After hiding for a few days, I felt relieved when I saw that Young Master Wang no longer came to look for me."
"Until yesterday, I went to work in the fields, and when I came back, my little girl disappeared. I knew something was going to happen. The Wang family was looking for us, and we couldn't hide."
"My little girl came home this morning. I probably already know what happened." The old man covered his head in pain at this time: "She went back to the room and said she wanted to be alone, but within a few minutes, when I went in again, she He has become a lonely ghost on the road to hell."
"Sir, did we make a mistake?" The old man asked Fang Yi at this time: "Did we make a mistake??"
Fang Yi shook his head: "You are not wrong, and she is not wrong either."
"Yes, we are all right, but why, why is it the little girl who died?" The old man suddenly laughed and took out the one hundred taels of silver notes in his arms: "My little girl's life is worth a hundred Two silver coins?"
The old man tore the banknote in his hand into pieces, and his eyes showed determination: "Sir, can I ask you to do me a favor?"
"But it doesn't matter. If I can do it, I promise you." Fang Yi sighed, suddenly feeling like he was holding back a ball of fire.
"Master, please help me bury my little girl safely..." The old man's voice suddenly dropped.
But then, his body suddenly rose up, and he slammed into the stone lion next to him again.
This time, Fang Yi had no time to react.
With a "bang" sound, the stone lion was shaken by the impact. Blood splattered on the old man's head and he fell into a pool of blood.
Fang Yi was extremely irritable at this time, and nameless fire rushed into his heart. He walked towards the old man.
The old man still had some breath, but he was about to die and there was nothing he could do to save his life.
"Little old man, no, there is nothing left for the young master. Please bury the young master." The old man said with difficulty, his voice getting deeper and deeper: "Under the underworld, the young man also prays that the young master will live a long life."
At this moment, Fang Yi was suddenly stunned. The old man in front of him suddenly overlapped with an old man in his memory.
He seemed to see the old man in his memory, holding him tightly: "You have to live, even though it is difficult, you have to live."
"Sir..." the old man said the last words: "Will the wrong person be punished?"
Fang Yi froze on the spot, completely lost his mind.
"Uncle, aunt." It wasn't until the maids realized that something was wrong with Fang Yi and came over to call out to Fang Yi that Fang Yi came back to his senses. He stood up and walked towards the door of the Wang family step by step.
"Chuntao, find someone to bury them alive." The fire in Fang Yi's heart suddenly seemed to be ignited by something.
He took a deep breath.
The wrong person must be punished!
