Jingyuan Empire, in the eleventh year of Long'an, ten miles outside Yingzhou City, Fengjiazhuang.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, the huge courtyard was a sea of fire, and the sound of wailing could be heard endlessly.
The fire spread into one piece and completely engulfed the entire courtyard. The wooden doors, windows, beams and columns were burned and crackled, roof tiles fell from time to time, and some houses had even begun to collapse. The people trapped under the rubble howled miserably, but were destined to be burned alive. Even though it was snowing heavily at this time, it could not save them.
From time to time, there could be heard around them the sound of violent friction between swords penetrating skin and bones, the sound of women's robes being torn, and the screams and pleadings they made. It must have been that what happened at this time was more painful for them than death.
The killings continued without interruption. Some people are crying, some are cursing, some are begging, and some are resisting. However, each of the slaughtered people has no chance of escape. What awaits them is death and the humiliation that is more painful than death before death.
The blood splashing everywhere is steaming, quickly melting the white snow that just fell on the ground, and then slowly condensing into ice...
This place right now is like Shura Hell!
"Let my family go...!" The man kneeling on the ground begged, his voice hoarse and desperate.
"Humph!" The man in black robe's answer was full of coldness and disdain.
"Ouch——! What are you talking about, Master Feng? We are here today just to get back something like that. As long as you give it to us, Master Feng, how can we say that we will let it go?" A sharp and harsh voice The voice came from behind the man in black robe, and then a man with gorgeous clothes, pale face and sinister eyes flashed out.
The man walked up to Feng Changlin in three unsteady steps and said, "Sir Feng, we don't want to cause trouble like this. If you take the things out earlier, we will all be saved from trouble."
"Eunuch Gao, I have resigned from the official position and returned to my hometown for many years. I really don't know the whereabouts of the thing you mentioned, let alone how it ended up in the hands of the official. I ask my father-in-law to be noble and let my family go..."
"That's enough! If the Za family comes to see you today, it means they have definite news. Lord Feng, don't cry without seeing the coffin!" Before Feng Changlin could finish speaking, Eunuch Gao shouted sternly.
"I just want to ask you whether you want to hand it over or not?" The man in black robe didn't seem to have much patience. Seeing that Feng Changlin had no reaction, he raised his arm slightly to signal, and the strong man next to Feng Changlin who was holding him down tightened the five fingers on his throat.
"Cough cough... cough cough..." Feng Changlin's already painful throat was even more speechless now.
Upon seeing this, Eunuch Gao said: "We don't have much patience to talk in circles with you. Today you either hand over your things or the whole village is buried with you."
Feng Changlin closed his eyes and shook his head in pain, and said nothing more. He knew that the young and old of the Feng family might not be able to escape this disaster today.
"Huh!" The man in black robe snorted again, turned around and walked out the door.
When Eunuch Gao saw the man in black robe leaving, he shook his head and said to Feng Changlin: "Feng Changlin, after all, you were a fourth-rank official and became a minister back then. Why are you so ignorant of current affairs? If you hand it over now, you can still be saved. If you, the next family, are still stubborn, don’t blame my men for being ruthless.”
Feng Changlin slowly opened his eyes, looked directly at Mr. Gao and said, "In my whole life, I will be an official worthy of the court, serve the people worthy of the village, and never dare to be greedy in anything I do." Gao Cai! Today you are so hard on each other, so Feng has no choice but to take the entire Feng family to the underworld to repay the kindness of the late emperor and the Holy One. When the truth is revealed to the world in the future, I will also be able to smile."
After saying this, Feng Changlin laughed with difficulty.
After listening to Feng Changlin's words, Eunuch Gao's face darkened, "Since you don't know how to advance or retreat, that's all!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door. At the same time, he raised his hand and waved his sleeves, "Kill him!"
Click...
With the sound of broken bones and tendons, Feng Changlin fell to the ground, his eyes still looking at the hell-like tragic situation in the courtyard, unable to close his eyes.
Up to this point, Feng Changlin, who had served two generations of monarchs, had reached the fourth rank of Minister of Rites, and had won the emperor's trust. Six years after he resigned and returned to his hometown, all sixty-eight of his family, men, women, old and young, as well as servants and maids, died. , no one is spared...
wrong! There is one! No! It's two! Two people survived the catastrophe, namely Feng Yuyan, the young master of the Feng family, and an old servant in the woodshed.
Speaking of which, when the incident happened, Mr. Wu from the woodshed was taking young master Feng Yuyan to catch turtle doves in the field two miles away.
The method is quite simple. You only need a piece of thin hemp rope and some branches to make a trap. Old Wu also found some other tools. The old man and the young man all wanted to take advantage of the snowy weather when turtle doves are hard to hunt for food. Catch a few.
After a lot of hard work, many traps were set up nearby, and the two men found a pit to squat in to take shelter from the wind. At the same time, Old Wu told Feng Yuyan about the glorious stories of his youthful travels in the world.
Six-year-old Feng Yuyan is the palm of the hand of everyone in the Feng family.
Originally, Feng Changlin and his wife were both in their early forties, but they had never had any children at home. It was not until seven years ago that Mrs. Feng went to Jingci Temple outside Daliang City in Kyoto to make a big wish. Not long after she returned, she found out she was pregnant. . In accordance with their original wish, the Feng family donated a large sum of money for incense to Jingci Nunnery and sent Mrs. Feng to the nunnery to raise her baby. The next year, the couple returned with a son.
Since he had this son, Feng Changlin resigned from Kyoto and returned to his hometown without caring about worldly affairs, and took care of the Feng family's property in Yingzhou with peace of mind. Although the child is a bit weak, fortunately, the couple and the old man of the Feng family love the child very much, so everyone in the Feng family treats him as a treasure.
Strangely enough, Feng Changlin never let the maids and old ladies at home take care of his son. Instead, he let Old Wu from the woodshed take his son around every day. This old Wu has been following Feng Changlin for many years and is a trustworthy person.
Although Feng Yuyan is a little weak physically, her mind is very flexible. He started learning calligraphy at the age of five, and within a year he could read, write and copy like an adult. Even the teacher said that this kid might be a top scholar in the future. After hearing this, Feng Changlin had a complicated look on his face. .
The most comforting thing is that although Feng Yuyan is not very strong in the past few years playing with Lao Wu, she has never suffered any serious illness. So Feng Changlin let the old man and the young man go out and cause mischief every day.
At this moment, Feng Yuyan was holding Old Wu's shoulder and asked: "Old Wu! Old Wu! Last time you said that the best martial arts in the world are divided into nine levels. Does that mean that the first level can't defeat the second level? The third level Can you beat the second-grade one?"
"Who said that? The difficulty of each martial arts method is different, and the training methods are different. How can it be measured by a unified standard? The saying that martial arts is divided into nine levels is only for individual skills. Two different skills, cultivation The methods and difficulty are different, and the results of cultivation are naturally different. Therefore, it is possible for a first-grade person to defeat a second-grade person, and a second-grade person may defeat a third-grade person." Old Wu rolled his eyes.
"Can the third-grade one defeat the fourth-grade one?" Feng Yuyan asked curiously.
Lao Wu smiled and said: "That's different! Every three grades of martial arts are a realm, one to three is a realm, four to six is a realm, seven to nine is a realm, nine is a realm There is another supreme quality above that.
"After entering the first level of martial arts, a sea of qi will appear in the body and enter the 'Qi Condensation Realm'. The improvement of the level is actually the improvement of the sea of qi, which is divided into nine levels. The use of martial arts in the future will rely on the energy provided by the sea of qi. of vitality.
"At the second level, you can release your vitality, and you can also cultivate an air shield to protect yourself. The air shield will become stronger as your level increases.
“At the third level, the vitality can be removed from the body and form a lethal form, such as sword energy, sword energy, etc.
"And when you reach the fourth level of cultivation, you still have the ability to control foreign objects through the air. There are some sects' techniques that can advance this state. For example, the disciples of the Tang Sect in Sichuan can control foreign objects through the air at the third level. So The Tang Sect's hidden weapons are unparalleled in the world, and this realm is called the 'Qi Control Realm'.
"When you reach the seventh level of cultivation, you can control all things in nature. Rocks, soil, running water, air, etc. can all be turned into weapons. The transformed form is related to the skill. This is the 'Qi Transformation Realm'.
"As for the supreme level, it reaches the 'Returning to the Origin Realm', which is like a god-like existence. Therefore, the main point of martial arts comparison is the state of cultivation."
"Has anyone cultivated to the supreme level?" Feng Yuyan asked with wide eyes.
"It is said that the founding emperor of our Jingyuan Empire reached the supreme level in cultivation, thus sweeping the world and establishing this huge empire." When he said this, Old Wu's eyes were filled with infinite reverence and yearning.
"Are there many people who have cultivated to the ninth level?" Feng Yuyan is a six-year-old child after all.
Old Wu patted his head fondly and said: "Do you think they are the radish and green vegetables in the field? There are very few people who can cultivate to the ninth level. They are all among the best. Even those who have cultivated to the seventh and eighth levels are rare. They are also rare masters, and not many can cultivate to the fifth or sixth level, and the vast majority of people can only cultivate to the third level and then cannot make any progress."
"Then -! What grade are you, Old Wu?" Feng Yuyan asked, grabbing Old Wu's beard.
"Me? My ability cannot be measured by grades." Old Wu said mysteriously.
"Then aren't you the Supreme Grade?"
"Hahahaha! Supreme quality? Do you think I look like it?"
"picture!"
"Hahahaha! If I were supreme, I wouldn't be chopping firewood at your house."
When the old man and the young man were chatting enthusiastically, a sound of "gulu gulu" came from not far away.
"Hey! There's a harvest. Let's go! Let's see how many we caught?" After saying this, Old Wu picked up Feng Yuyan and climbed out of the pit, running towards the source of the sound.
"Ouch! Not bad! We caught more than a dozen of them, enough for us and my husband to roast to satisfy our cravings today." Old Wu turned around and made a face at Feng Yuyan while picking the prey from the trap.
At this time, Feng Yuyan pointed to the thick smoke in the distance to the southeast and asked Lao Wu: "Old Wu, look! Is that our home? It seems like they are baking something too!"
Old Wu glanced to the southeast and couldn't help but frown.
"Where is this roasting thing? This is clearly a house fire, and you can vaguely see the flickering of firelight in the sky in the distance." Old Wu secretly screamed something bad in his heart.
"Come on, let's go back and take a look." Old Wu hung the prey on his waist, picked up Feng Yuyan and ran towards the Feng family.
"It's been six years, are they still here?" Old Wu guessed what happened to the Feng family as he ran, secretly having an ominous premonition in his heart.
At the same time, the entire Feng family had been slaughtered.
Outside the Feng family courtyard.
Watching Fengjiazhuang disappear in the raging fire, the man in black robe said nothing. Standing behind him, Eunuch Gao Cai glanced at the strong man beside him and asked: "Did you find the thing?"
The man shook his head.
"What about the people? Have they been cleaned up?" As if he sensed something from the back of the man in black robe, Gao Cai hurriedly asked again in his sharp voice.
"Sixty-six, two missing." The strong man whispered.
"What? Which two are missing?" Gao Cai's voice became sharper and harsher.
The muscular man hurriedly replied: "It should be a servant and the young master of the Feng family."
The man in black robe shook the snow off his robe and whispered, "Look for it."
Gao Cai hurriedly responded, "Yes." He turned around and ordered: "Within a radius of five miles, no! Within a radius of ten miles, even if the ground is turned over, I have to dig out these two people."
The strong man did not dare to neglect, he bowed and said yes and hurried down to arrange manpower.
The man in black robe remained silent, and his expression under the cloak could not be seen. After standing for a moment, he turned and walked towards his mount. It was a tall, long, black horse with white hairs on all four hooves. It was the legendary Wu Zui riding on the snow.
The man in black robe sat on the horse and took another look at Fengjiazhuang in the fire, and then looked around. When he was about to leave, he saw two figures, one large and one small, in the northwest. He did not speak, but raised his hand and pointed in that direction. Gao Cai looked in the direction of his finger and also noticed the two figures, so he shouted: "Here comes someone! Go over and see who those two people are. If they are from the Feng family, bring them over."
The men immediately bowed and clasped their fists, turned around and ran towards the two figures in the northwest.
The two figures, one large and one small, were Lao Wu and Feng Yuyan, who was holding his hand. At this time, the two of them were also looking in the direction of Fengjiazhuang. When they saw the soaring fire and the crowd of people outside the village, Old Wu shouted that something was wrong.
Lao Wu knew that the other party was not a good person, and was about to pull Feng Yuyan away, but found that Feng Yuyan was standing there blankly, looking straight at Fengjiazhuang, with a face full of fear and astonishment. This was not the time to feel sad or panic. He was already vaguely aware of the purpose of the other party's trip. Therefore, the best choice at this moment is to leave as soon as possible and make plans later.
But just when he was about to pull Feng Yuyan away, the baby sat down on the ground and started crying.
"Father! Mother! Grandfather! Where are you all? There is a fire at home. Come quickly!"
After all, Feng Yuyan was only a six-year-old child. He didn't know what happened to his family yet. He just saw that so many houses in Zhuangzi had been burned down, so he was anxious to find his closest relatives first.
"Young master, don't cry. We have to leave here quickly and go back to find your parents and grandfather. Let's go!"
Seeing the figure running in the distance, Old Wu felt anxious. He understood that the other party was coming for the two of them, and if he didn't run away now, he might not have a chance.
So, he lifted Feng Yuyan up from the ground and put it on his back, turned around and ran away.
However, before they had run far, a huge black shadow rushed from behind, knocking the young and old out instantly.
Old Wu felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. When he endured the severe pain in his body and sat up, he turned his head and glanced at Feng Yuyan who had fallen to the ground next to him. The baby was lying there with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
That black shadow was the man in black robe who came riding Wu Zhui. At this moment, he turned his horse's head and came to the two of them. He looked at Lao Wu, then glanced at Feng Yuyan who had fallen to the ground, and said lightly: "Take it down."
Several figures not far away had already rushed in front of the two old Wus.
Old Wu looked up at the black-robed man on the horse, with a mixture of surprise and anger flashing in his eyes.
"Oh it's you."
"Yes, it's me."
"You're hidden deep enough that many people won't guess it's you. But..."
"But what?"
"But you're not the only one who knows how to hide."
"oh?"
"Lifeless Body Technique!"
"..."
