On New Year's Eve, the weather in the north is extremely cold, especially in Youzhou. When you go out to pee, you must carry a stick to prevent you from getting really cold.
In the north of Youzhou City, outside a courtyard wall covered with weeds behind the Burial Sword Mountain, there are several disciples in white guarding there. They are holding long swords, neither happy nor smiling, but very serious.
There is an old thatched house in the yard. Not far from the door is a thin boy of thirteen years old. He is wearing a black and shabby cotton-padded jacket with many torn holes on it. Because he has been wearing it for too long, his body is exposed. The cotton that came in was dyed black.
There was a little bumpkin next to the boy. He hugged his knees and sat beside him in despair, saying to himself: "Mom, when can we go out? Are we really going to die here?"
This son's name is Wang Qizhi. Yes, he is the same as the abandoned son. His parents somehow gave him a name that is even more unlucky than a cat or a dog.
The reason why Wang Qi has this name is related to his identity. His mother is a northern barbarian, a lower-class person. He has the blood of ordinary barbarians flowing in his body, and he is also labeled as a lower-class person. . Although Wang Qizhi's father was a member of the Xia tribe from Kyushu, he had never seen him, let alone heard his mother mention it. They seemed to be abandoned children who were abandoned everywhere and despised by the world.
He sat beside his mother's grave and fell into deep memories...
Eight years ago, Wang Qizhi was just five years old. Their mother and son, along with hundreds of other members of their clan, were lined up and tied to a long rope, and were being escorted north by a group of soldiers.
Most of these barbarians were in ragged clothes, with their heads lowered and did not dare to speak. If the soldiers being escorted saw them, they would inevitably be whipped.
Since the Wei territory had just been unified, the population had dropped sharply, and there were still foreign wars. There were no extra people to develop the northern border, so they captured this group of barbarians to fill the number. They knew that the environment there was harsh and only a fool would be willing to go there, but they had to obey in order to survive.
Not far away, on the hillside, stood two gorgeously dressed people, a young man and a middle-aged man. They looked at the group of pitiful barbarians below, their eyes full of indifference, without a trace of pity.
At some point, a middle-aged man wearing gray clothes and holding a long sword appeared beside them.
This person's name is Zhao Shouyang, and he is the head of the largest sect in Wei. After he came to the middle-aged man, he murmured a few words in a low voice, and then left the place in a flash. Then he came to the mother and son, took them away from here, came to Burial Sword Mountain, and kept them in custody. In this thatched house.
Although Zhao Shouyang accepted Wang Qizhi as his disciple, he rarely showed up after bringing the mother and son here, and kept them here without any attention. It was he who gave Wang Qizhi the name, which means that casual Abandoned outcast.
The mother and son lived a very poor life. They only had a few taros every day. Although they were not full, they were not hungry to death. Over the years, the mother and son had long been used to it, so they did not complain. Who said they were barbarian inferiors? Where are people?
The young Wang Qizhi still couldn't figure it out. Since he could worship such a big man as his teacher, why didn't he let their mother and son have enough to eat? Later he realized that the purpose of what the master did was to get himself beaten.
Something unexpected happened to the mother and son as soon as they arrived here. Wang Qizhi's mother was suddenly called away. When she came back, she was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked very nice. Wang Qizhi had never seen such a beautiful mother.
When his mother returned to the house, she coaxed the young Wang Qizhi outside and closed the door herself. The latter only heard some strange noises in the house and thought his mother was rummaging around inside, so he ignored it and continued to play. Mud yourself.
An hour passed, and the child had not seen his mother come out, so he ran to the house to look for her and found that her mother had been hanging on the beam and was motionless.
Wang Qizhi was still young at that time and didn't understand anything. He thought his mother was playing games with him. After another hour, he felt that something was wrong. No matter how much he called his mother, there was no movement. He was too small and weak to do it. When I saw my mother, I could only cry loudly down there. When I was tired of crying, I fell asleep under my mother's body. When I was hungry, I took some taro from the gap in the door to satisfy my hunger, and ran under my mother to continue shouting.
The guarding disciples outside knew everything about what was going on inside, but no one came forward to help. In their eyes, if an untouchable died, it was just dead, and it was no big deal.
At this time, the child understood one thing. His mother was dead and would never come back. Helplessness and sadness suddenly surged into his heart. He sat like this under his mother's body for several days in a row. When he was tired, he sat on the spot. And sleeping is a kind of companionship for mother.
It was summer at that time, and no one came to help the child put down his mother's body. Within a few days, it smelled bad. Fortunately, an old man in black passed by and smelled the stench. He searched for the smell and found the thatched hut.
When the guarding disciples saw that it was the old man, they let him in without any obstruction. As soon as they arrived at the thatched hut, they saw this heartbreaking scene.
A child lay sleeping soundly under the corpse, holding half a piece of uneaten taro in his hand. It was really pitiful.
After the old man woke the child up, he asked about the situation. His heart was deeply touched, so he took the body down and prepared to find a place to bury it. However, this was considered the site of Burial Sword Mountain, and no one else could use it without permission. An inch of land, let alone a barbarian.
When the old man was in trouble, the child pointed to the yard and said that his mother could be buried here.
The old man shed tears of heartache and had no choice but to listen to the child's advice and bury his mother's body there.
After the old man left, a five-year-old girl came. After the guard disciple saw her token, he allowed the little girl to come and play, but there was one condition, that is, she was not allowed to enter the courtyard, and had to talk to Wang Qizhi through the courtyard wall.
The girl did not dislike Wang Qizhi's identity, and the two children became very good friends. The former also sent many things to Wang Qizhi, including a quilt, a loose cotton coat, and a little book without words. This gave the young Wang Qizhi the motivation to live again.
Unexpectedly, the good times did not last long. A year later, the little girl left Burial Sword Mountain and never appeared again. Wang Qizhi became a lonely person again.
Thanks to the things given by the little girl over the years, Wang Qizhi was able to survive one cold winter after another, otherwise he would have died in the cold.
After thinking so much, Wang Qizhi was already full of tears. He stood up from his mother's grave and was about to return to the house. Unexpectedly, the door outside suddenly opened and a disciple in white walked in. He said to Wang Qizhi fiercely: "Abandoned son. , come out and get beaten!"
