no!
He thought, taking the first step.
Sure enough, the third disciple felt his buttocks were wet, and there was a strange hissing sound behind him.
He couldn't help but look back.
He had only turned his head halfway when his collar was pulled back, and he fell backwards. Only halfway through saying "ah", he saw a sharp blade coming down from in front of his eyes, interrupting his cry abruptly.
Blood spurted out, all over the private school teacher.
The tutor panicked. He knew there was not enough time.
The half-sounding "Ah" just now caused several disciples to turn their heads.
He caught up and grabbed a disciple by his hair.
Several students had already abandoned their pens and ran out of the school shouting.
The teacher slashed with his sword, but it missed the mark. The blade sank into the left side of the disciple's face and could not be pulled out.
The bloody footprints divided into several paths, extending from the school entrance.
The private school teacher couldn't draw the sword and grumbled unhappily.
The student who was caught by his hair was in great pain, waving his arms wildly, and found in panic that there was a knife between his eyes.
The private school teacher pushed hard and pushed the disciple to the ground, and then he was able to pull out the sword.
He looked around.
The school is in chaos.
These disciples!
What an unteachable child!
The table was messed up, the mats on the floor were messed up, and papers and pens were scattered all over the floor.
Bloody footprints were everywhere, all the way to the door.
The private school teacher thought: "I must scold him tomorrow!"
Suddenly, he remembered what he should do at this moment.
He dropped the knife, stepped over the body, and returned to his lecture.
On the ground of the school, a pool of blood was still spreading, and a student was twitching in blood, with blood gushing out from the deep groove on the left side of his face.
The tutor took out the draft and began to polish the last paragraph he had planned, which he had never been satisfied with before.
Now, he was absolutely sure that it was written.
When the official came running in, he was still sitting in front of the lecture copy, polishing it.
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The autumn wind blows and the wind dries out, causing the skin to feel like a knife.
The private school teacher knelt at the entrance of the market, his hands tied behind his back, and a sign inserted on his back with the name of the prisoner and the crime he committed.
There were many people around, all with hateful expressions on their faces, and some people were spitting at him from time to time.
The tutor ignored them, he had more important things to do.
It was really hard to live in prison these past few decades. The tutor was even thinner than before, with a messy beard all over his face, and the dirty, smelly, and sticky clothes stuck to his skin. It was very uncomfortable.
His feverish eyes searched the crowd, completely ignoring these discomforts, because these discomforts would soon pass.
He opened his eyes wide and found the person he was looking for, feeling relieved.
The man stood among the crowd, just like when we first met, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a white cloth to move.
When Yun Kong met his private school teacher in a tavern, the private school teacher once asked him: "Can you summon spirits?"
Yun Kong was puzzled at the time.
A few days ago, a tall man came to see him at the Taoist temple where he placed orders: "Taoist Master, it took a lot of effort to find your place to stay."
Now Yun Kong knew who that man was.
The man was standing behind the tutor, exposing his strong upper body muscles and holding a heavy sword in his hand.
"Remember Luo Hai?" the man asked Yun Kong at that time.
Yun Kong thought of Luo Hai because he remembered the ominous feeling in the tavern.
The man gave him a stack of drafts: "Luo Hai will be asked to behead in a few days. This is the work of his utmost effort."
"Why give it to me?"
"Because he wants you to help him finish it."
Luo Hai, a private school teacher, suddenly realized in prison that his work was not completed.
He expects the final volume to be a personal experience of beheading someone else.
No, not enough!
There should be another section!
Finally, he asked someone to find Du Wu, the executioner.
Du Wu gave Luo Hai's draft to Yun Kong: "I hope you can summon his soul and let him tell you what it feels like to be beheaded."
On the last night, Du Wu bought food and wine and went to the prison to drink with his tutor.
"It's hard to know your true love in life," Du Wu said. "I, Old Du, have given up drinking a long time ago and have regained their skills. I will treat you as a gift tomorrow."
The teacher bowed his head and thanked him.
Since he had stopped drinking a long time ago, Du Wu didn't drink too much. He didn't want his hands to shake tomorrow.
The broadsword has been sharpened and soaked in cold well water, making it extremely sharp.
Yunkong stood in the crowd, concentrating and holding his breath. His mind slowly condensed and became exceptionally clear and thorough.
He concentrated on his teacher, and his mind became a mirror, reflecting the teacher's heart.
The tutor felt a spoonful of cold water being poured on the back of his neck.
"It's time!"
There was a shout in the distance.
The tutor suddenly felt excited.
If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!
He will die the moment he hears the word.
Suddenly, I felt a chill in my neck.
He was surprised and delighted.
He was so shocked that he wanted to blurt out: "Great sword skills!"
Rejoicing, the chef is undressing the cow, that’s how it is!
The blade cuts into the neck, severing the muscles and tendons, pushing aside the neck bones, and nimbly swims through every layer of tissue in the neck like a water snake.
My ears suddenly boiled, the sound of blood flowing away quickly.
His vision suddenly flickered randomly, indicating that his retina was losing its function.
The tutor felt a strong void coming over him, occupying every inch of his senses.
In his last moments of consciousness, he remembered someone he had almost forgotten.
Where is the wife?
Are you looking at him?
He really wanted to know.
But he could no longer turn his neck.
Jianlu Pavilion
You He's Memories You He is sick.
After a harsh winter and a long journey, You He fell ill.
The three of them were walking on the road after the snow melted, when You He suddenly collapsed.
"Hongye, quickly see if there is a rest nearby..." Before Yunkong could finish speaking, Hongye's tiny body had disappeared from his eyes, and he didn't know where he went.
Soon, she came back again and gave Yunkong a look of affirmation.
"Can you keep him warm?"
Hongye flashed a few needles: "How warm is it?"
"Just don't let him get cold."
Yunkong was afraid that Hongye would use acupuncture points that had too strong a reaction.
Hong Ye stabbed You He a few times through her clothes.
Then Yun Kong carried You He on his back and followed Hong Ye quickly.
Hongye found a ruined temple.
It was still early spring, the temple was dark and cold, the walls were drafty, and even the Clay Bodhisattva had half of its body collapsed.
Yun Kong first found some boards and straw to block the door and cover the holes in the wall, then lit a fire, took off his Taoist robe and covered You He.
"Don't worry too much..." You He said tremblingly, "It's time for me..."
"You haven't returned to your hometown yet."
Yun Kong held his hand tightly and rubbed You He's chest with the other hand.
"Going back to your hometown...?" You He paused for a while, "I went back a long time ago..."
"Did we pass by?"
"Yes..." You He closed his eyes tiredly for a while, recalling last month, when they passed a city...
At that moment, a familiar feeling enveloped you, and You He's heart trembled.
Sure enough, in front of us is the city gate that has been away for more than seventy years.
A long time ago, he and his family lived in poverty in a hut next to the city gate.
After many, many years, as he grew old and his body gradually decayed, he passed here again.
Are those old men sitting by the door his brothers?
Are those scruffy kids with drooling noses his grandnephews?
In an instant, sadness came from it, and the sadness settled heavily in my heart.
Yun Kong, who was by his side at the time, did not notice the old man's turmoil at all.
The old man fell ill and was breathing weakly in the ruined temple.
While Yun Kong increased the intensity of the fire, he blamed himself. He knew that You He was very weak and failed to take good care of him.
You He's mind became more and more confused, and many past events suddenly came up at the same time. For a moment, he fell into the past time and space, and he couldn't figure out what time it was now.
"why me?"
He recalled the moment of castration, the burning pain burning his lower body.
His father patted his head: "He is the youngest and can't do any work..."
He looked up and saw a beardless man, sizing him up and nodding.
The sound of soil being dug echoed repeatedly in the nightmare.
"Hey! Who is it?"
It was such a familiar voice, it was his adoptive father coming to save him.
"Look at this wound," the adoptive father pointed at the dead body, "There is no blood, and the edges are not shrinking."
As a young man, he couldn't help but press the cloth tied around his mouth tightly, feeling sick in his heart.
"It's the injury after death."
It was his adoptive father who taught him how to do autopsy, and it was also his first contact with a corpse.
"How dare you commit fraud! How dare you fabricate false evidence to deceive me, collude with bad people, and just steal money?!"
"Snapped!"
The official slapped the adoptive father hard on the face.
You He turned away and felt his adoptive father's heart bleed with sadness.
He knew his adoptive father.
"If I dare to make a penny off a dead person, I am deceiving heaven, earth, gods and Buddhas, and my ancestors will be brought to shame!"
